【Who Hears Right and Wrong】She Traveled Through Time Again
These were five extremely difficult days.
Almost every day, her Third Senior Brother would bring her two bowls of bitter medicine and force her to drink it. Although she found the bitterness unbearable, she still frowned and swallowed the medicine whole, remembering her First Senior Brother's pale face. And each bowl of medicine brought with it excruciating pain.
Finally, there came a time when the pain made her unable to bear it any longer. Black mist appeared in front of her eyes, cold sweat soaked her thin clothes, and she fainted from the pain.
The pain in her body was like an elusive chaos. She felt as if she was floating outside the world, in the vastness of the universe.
She is no longer Zhou Suyao.
She seemed to be trapped in a narrow and hot shell.
As far as her sight reached, there was a fairy air lingering, and the thin gauze floated with the fragrant breeze. Through the gaps in the gauze, she saw the fairyland-like scenery outside the window, which was hundreds of times more exquisite and gorgeous than the quaint little house on Chengxiandao.
Turning her head, she happened to see a bronze mirror placed in front of the dressing table beside the bed. Curious, she picked up the mirror and examined it carefully. Unexpectedly, she saw a stunningly beautiful face in the mirror.
——The more I look at this face, the more familiar it seems, as if I have seen it somewhere.
From the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, as well as those beautiful yet somewhat sad eyes, all gave her an especially familiar feeling.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her brain. In a trance, Zhou Suyao found that her soul seemed to have left her body and was slowly floating in the air.
She saw the woman staring at the bronze mirror in her hand, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp. She raised her hand and gently stroked her delicate face in the mirror, muttering:
"Father, Mother, Master praised Qinggui today. He said that Qinggui has a natural talent for cultivation. If I can truly break through the spiritual path, then my fellow tribesmen in the demon world will also be accepted by the spiritual path in the future."
Hearing this, Zhou Suyao frowned - she had not heard of the demon world's ability to practice cultivation from her master - or even from her senior brothers. She thought that after being expelled to the other side of the underworld, the demon world had long lost the power to practice cultivation.
But now, after hearing what this woman said, it seems that the demon world also had a time when it was eager to practice Taoism. But why, did the demon world later fail to enter the spiritual path and start practicing Taoism?
She remembered that when her master was telling her about the history of the spiritual path, he had mentioned: demons, especially female demons, are the most talented group. They are even spiritual bodies at birth. Only a very few people in the human world have such talent, such as the second son of the Qi family.
So logically speaking, this scene shouldn't happen...?
Before she could figure out how all this connected, the woman named Qing Gui put down the bronze mirror. From outside the door came a cold, emotionless voice: "Master has summoned you."
She saw the woman's body tense up imperceptibly for a moment, then she quickly lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Yes."
The woman took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Outside, the disciples standing by stared at her expressionlessly, as if she weren't a fellow disciple, but a commodity to be sold. Zhou Suyao felt a growing unease as she watched these strange and illogical events unfold.
Walking through the winding corridors, there were all kinds of exotic flowers and plants outside, and the air was filled with fairy air. However, Zhou Suyao felt that all this was too gorgeous to be real, and revealed an inhuman coldness everywhere, like a suppressed, hierarchical and suffocating feeling.
"Junior Sister Qinggui." A gentle voice came from the corner of the corridor. She looked up and saw a handsome man in a green Taoist robe. "Master is waiting for you in Qinghui Hall. Don't keep him waiting for too long."
Looking at Qinggui's slightly pale face, he thought for a moment and then added softly, "Master has recently gained considerable insights into the 'Living Together' method. Your physique is special and can help Master cultivate. Please cherish this opportunity."
"I understand," the woman said. "Thank you, Brother Yangming, for your advice."
He is actually Xuan Yangming!
But at this moment, in Zhou Suyao's sight, the concern in Xuan Yangming's eyes was so weak. The words "special physique, can help master practice" made Zhou Suyao feel cold in her heart, but Qinggui just responded with a low "I understand" and continued to move forward.
Behind them, in a place that neither of them noticed, Xuan Yangming suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at Qinggui who was walking away, frowning slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into an imperceptible sigh.
Zhou Suyao's soul floated with Qinggui, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger - this place was too beautiful, a hundred times more prosperous than the Xincong Sect she had seen in the real world, but this prosperity was exquisite with a hint of artificiality, and the weird atmosphere made her seem to be suffocated by this feeling.
It didn't take long before Qinghui Palace appeared before the two of them.
The grand palace door was slightly ajar, and the light inside was dim, like a huge mouth with its mouth wide open, waiting to swallow everyone.
Just before they were about to step into the palace gate—
"Ning Qinggui!"
A low roar, filled with suppressed anger and anxiety, erupted behind her, and the next moment, her wrist was firmly grasped with such force that it nearly crushed her bones.
The man who came had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very sharp. In Zhou Suyao's eyes, he looked so familiar.
He stared at Ning Qinggui's pale, frightened face, his voice hoarse and angry:
"You can't go in there! Do you hear me? You absolutely can't go in there!"
"Fourth...Fourth Junior Brother?" Ning Qinggui was startled by his sudden action. The stinging pain in her wrist made her subconsciously resist. But when she saw that the person before her was the youngest disciple of her master, she forcibly suppressed the restless demonic energy within her body and asked, "Why are you here? What are you doing here? Go back quickly. Master is waiting for me."
"Waiting for you? He's waiting for you to die!" The man's eyes were bloodshot, but he lowered his voice. "Did that damn Dao Moxing tell you something about 'living and living together'? That's complete bullshit! Have you ever thought about why he would take you with him to live and live together? You're just an ingredient in his elixir for eternal life. What's with helping him practice, what's with the great opportunity? He just wants to turn us into a flesh cauldron so that he can achieve his own devilish immortality!"
"Shut up! Fourth Junior Brother, don't misjudge Master!"
"My guess?" the man snorted in disbelief. "My guess? Don't you know? The demon clan's secret technique—when the five elements of heaven and earth merge into one—achieves eternal life."
Before he finished speaking, a majestic male voice came from Qinghui Hall:
"Qinggui, come in quickly."
Hearing this voice, the expressions of the two people outside the hall changed.
Ning Qinggui turned her head and met the man's gaze. The man frowned and held her wrist tighter.
In this strange atmosphere, she actually smiled faintly, looked down at the man's hand that was tightly grasping her wrist, and said:
"I know what I'm doing, Zhou Xuqing, let go."
Her voice was soft, like a feather falling on ice, yet it carried an undeniable resolve. She raised her eyes, and within those beautiful eyes, Zhou Xuqing's face, a face of surprise, astonishment, and a mixture of disbelief, was clearly reflected.
"You knew? You knew everything? Then why did you help him...help him do such a crazy thing?"
Hearing this, Ning Qinggui smiled bitterly, as if with a kind of compassion for the world after seeing through fate:
"Because... Master promised me that if I help him succeed and ascend to the spiritual path, he will use the power of the sect to open a passage connecting the demon world to the spiritual path... Then my people will no longer have to suffer the darkness of the Styx."
She withdrew her gaze and looked up at the dark palace door, as if staring at that faint hope. Then, she used her internal strength to easily shake Zhou Xuqing's hand away.
In Zhou Xuqing's gaze, she was swallowed up by the dark palace door.
However, Zhou Suyao, who was in the void in mid-air, discovered a figure.
He was not completely hidden, but just stood there quietly, next to the willow tree by the lake.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a plain crescent-shaped white robe that almost blended in with the surrounding fairy mist. He stood with his back to the palace door, seemingly just admiring the weeping willows brushing against the water by the lake, and turning a deaf ear to the fierce fight on the corridor behind him.
However, when Ning Qinggui shook Zhou Xuqing's hand away, the figure by the lake slowly moved.
His movements carried an indescribable rhythm, as if time had slowed down around him. As he turned, Zhou Suyao's senses were involuntarily focused on his face.
The first thing she saw were those eyes.
Those golden eyes that looked like a sacred tree.
These eyes were so deep as if they had swallowed up all the desolation in the universe, so deep that one could not see any emotion, only the cold divinity that saw through everything.
Next, there was the face.
So beautiful it takes one's breath away, so handsome it doesn't seem like a mortal creature, but more like a jade stone that fell from the sky. This face... this face.
Zhou Suyao's soul felt as if struck by thunder from the sky. An indescribable shock coming from the depths of her soul made her almost forget to breathe.
This face...
Although the person before her had a chilly deity, completely different from her senior brother who was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, she still recognized him at first sight:
This person is his elder brother who is like a god.
Zhou Shanyuan.
It will never be wrong.
Just when Zhou Suyao was shocked and almost wanted to shout out "Senior Brother", something strange happened at the entrance of Qinghui Palace!
"No……!!"
Witnessing Ning Qinggui's figure being completely swallowed up by the darkness within the palace gate, Zhou Xuqing's suppressed grief, despair and powerless anger finally erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating for thousands of years.
A dying beast-like roar, not like a human voice, emanated from his throat. The sound tore through the solidified air, filled with overwhelming hatred and heart-wrenching pain.
He wanted to resist.
"Oh, you don't know what's good for you."
Along with that cold and merciless whisper, an indescribable terrifying pressure, like a tangible flood, suddenly surged out from the slightly open palace door.
It wasn't a simple spiritual power attack, but a crushing force at a more fundamental and overbearing level. The air was heavy and suffocating, and all the light seemed to be swallowed up in an instant. The darkness within the palace gate spread rapidly, and with a biting chill, it eroded everything around.
Zhou Suyao's soul bore the brunt of the impact. Even though she was no longer a physical entity, the force was like countless cold steel needles, piercing through her ethereal "body" and piercing deep into her soul core.
pain.
It hurts so much.
She couldn't even think about "who am I", only the pure fear of being annihilated remained. Her soul trembled violently, emitting a silent wail.
Just before Zhou Suyao’s soul was about to be crushed by this terrifying pressure and her consciousness was completely sunk into endless darkness.
Buzz——
An extremely subtle yet extremely clear string sound suddenly rang in her ears. The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of her soul, and also seemed to come from a distant reality.
"Well--"
She suddenly opened her eyes.
The familiar scene before her was still there—the dilapidated hut, the hard, uncomfortable bed, and the rustling bamboo forest outside the window. But her thin clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Countless scenes flashed through her mind: Ning Qinggui's determination, Zhou Xuqing's roar, and the golden eyes of her old friend.
All these gave her a splitting headache, and for a moment she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
She couldn't understand what all of this had to do with her?
Powerlessness, profound powerlessness.
And feeling helpless about everything.
Subconsciously, with a sense of bewilderment after surviving a disaster, she turned her stiff neck and looked towards the only exit of the hut - the simple wooden door.
The wooden door was ajar, leaving a gap.
She saw a figure standing there quietly.
He wore a plain green cloth robe, and his figure was slightly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. The deep moonlight outlined his thin back, and that back was as quiet as an ink painting, carrying a sense of alienation and lingering fatigue.
Even though it was just a silhouette, and even though that figure wasn't as divine and awe-inspiring as the person by the lake in the illusion...
But the moment Zhou Suyao saw that figure clearly, her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Senior Brother...!
She suddenly sat up from the bed, and the slight pain in her lower abdomen made her frown subconsciously, but when she raised her eyes again, the thin figure was no longer outside the door.
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