Chapter 1 Blind Mountain: She seemed to have forgotten something.
It's so cold.
Looking at the swirling snow, Shen Cangyu raised her hand and wrapped her cotton coat tighter around herself.
She was just an outer disciple, lacking the mental techniques for keeping warm and having not inherited any Taoist arts. If it weren't for finding Pei Wenjing, she wouldn't have come to Blind Mountain in the blizzard.
Blind Mountain is a steep and barren place, covered in ice and snow all day long. It is hardly a place for people to live.
She felt that even if Pei Wenjing became a demonic cultivator and was driven out of Kunlun, he would not live on such a mountain.
After all, Pei Wenjing was once the most promising chief disciple of Kunlun, living in a fairy palace shrouded in clouds and mist, traveling with a luxurious carriage and a number of servants, and being adored by the immortals of all sects, who regarded him as the bright moon in the sky... just like that person.
Shen Qingyan rose from an outer disciple to become the most powerful person in Kunlun, replacing Pei Wenjing. She had heard countless versions of this story, but ultimately it was just one version.
“A person like Shen Qingyan should be the chief disciple of Kunlun and should inherit the title of the Kunlun Immortal Lord.”
Therefore, Kunlun went to great lengths to send out all its disciples in order to find Pei Wenjing and reclaim the stolen inheritance from him.
The item was returned to its rightful owner.
Shen Cangyu shrank his neck and pressed his hood down tightly.
The wind was already strong on Blind Mountain, and now that it was night, she felt terribly cold. Even though she was wearing four layers of clothes and a fur-lined jacket, she still couldn't warm up.
Her skin and flesh were frozen and numb; the only source of heat on her body was probably the red line on her right wrist.
The red thread was a protective magic item given to them by Elder Hongyu, who said it could protect them from one fatal injury.
Having spent so many years in the Rare Treasures Pavilion, Shen Cangyu has seen countless rare and precious herbs, elixirs, and magical artifacts. She is no longer the easily fooled little girl she once was.
In her opinion, this magical artifact was merely a manifestation of Elder Hongyu's Taoist magic.
The red thread connected to Elder Hongyu's consciousness, and she used the red thread as her eyes to see in all directions, using them to find Pei Wenjing.
This time, Kunlun went to great lengths, even digging three feet into the ground to find Pei Wenjing.
Shen Cangyu didn't care about the grudges within the Kunlun inner sect. She was just a junior disciple under the outer sect's warehouse manager elder. If the warehouse manager elder hadn't threatened her with half a year's salary, she wouldn't have come to Blind Mountain to look for someone.
That's half a year's salary!
She travels all over the country every day to trade and purchase rare and precious materials for Kunlun, and she only earns fifty spirit stones a month. If that's all the money she earns, she'll be starving for the next few months.
In order to protect her money, she had no choice but to meekly and obediently follow the warehouse manager's instructions to go to the snowy mountain to find someone.
Of course, she wouldn't go looking for someone.
What she needs now is a cave that can shelter her from the wind and snow, so she can sleep comfortably for a few days, and then go back to report to the elders that she did not see Pei Wenjing.
The blizzard was swept up by the gale and then crashed down, burying everything to an unknown depth. Only half of the pine trees on the mountain remained, their branches covered with thick snow, like mourners dressed in mourning clothes.
It's extremely fierce.
Shen Cangyu recalled that before leaving, he had specially asked an inner disciple to burn incense and perform a divination for her at the Xingxiang Hall.
The divination indicated that her trip would inevitably result in bloodshed.
Extremely ominous!
This was the first time in all her years of divination that she had received such an ominous reading. After the reading, she was even less inclined to go out.
Staying home means no money, going out means risking your life. After thinking it over, she decided that money was more important.
Her own mother and the blind old woman who raised her both died in the famine. Even if she were to die, Shen Cangyu did not want to be a starving ghost.
Shen Cangyu noticed a narrow hole in the crevice of the steep slope. She breathed a sigh of relief and, leaning on her cane, struggled to walk up the hillside.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in.
She slammed her cane into the snow in front of her to steady herself, the cane trembling slightly as more and more snow dust fell onto her face.
Shen Cangyu realized something was wrong.
Could it be...?
The snow high up suddenly loosened, like Mount Tai collapsing, and a huge wave of snow crashed down, as if to engulf the world.
It's an avalanche!
She took a step and ran to the side, but Xuelang caught up behind her in the blink of an eye, chasing after her and trying to swallow her up as well.
A fierce wind blew up the hood on Shen Cangyu's head, swirling it into the swirling snow. The hood, like a white ghost, melted into the inky night. Behind her lay a bottomless abyss, and the clouds flowing over the mountains like fragrant liquid entered the dark valley. Her hood flew into the clouds and disappeared into the bottomless abyss along with them.
Above her lay a deep, heavy snow, below her lay shattered bones and broken body; she could not escape this calamity.
Her long hair cascaded down, patting her cheeks.
Snowflakes fell heavily on her, more and more, and the snow was already biting at her heels.
Shen Cangyu suddenly remembered the divination he had asked Xingxiangtang for before leaving.
Bloodshed and disaster.
Is she really going to die here?
She doesn't believe it!
She suddenly stopped, facing the raging blizzard, arms outstretched, hands forming a hand seal.
"The art of manipulation, a universe hidden within a sleeve!"
The oncoming snow wave paused for a moment, then was twisted and spun by a force, whistling as it entered Shen Cangyu's sleeve.
Shen Cangyu stayed in Kunlun for more than ten years, but because he was only an outer disciple, he was not qualified to learn mental techniques in the academy, nor could he inherit the Daoist arts.
The ability to conceal one's inner thoughts was a skill she secretly learned from the warehouse elder. It was the only mental technique she had mastered.
Having mastered the art of manipulation, she had the audacity to call herself an "immortal," thus distinguishing herself from ordinary people.
But under this overwhelming blizzard, what difference is there between immortals and mortals?
She felt a sharp pain in her internal organs, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed from her throat. Her internal energy was insufficient, and the Qiankun in her sleeve could not absorb all the snow.
After the resistance disappeared, the snow wave crashed down on her, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes.
The next moment, she heard a voice beside her ear.
“Gen represents mountain.”
With a deafening roar, the snow beneath her feet began to shake violently. A black stone wall rose up from the ground to block her way, colliding with the blizzard, sending snow dust flying and obscuring the sky and moon.
In the dim light, she felt a warm embrace envelop her, the warmth melting the frost from her face.
Shen Cangyu raised her head and, using the fleeting moonlight, saw the face of the person in front of her.
A very pretty face.
She was momentarily dazed, her gaze falling on his eyes, one black and one white.
His black eyes were like obsidian, and his white eyes were like silver, or like the moon.
She felt like she had seen him somewhere before, but then she thought, if it was a face like that, she shouldn't have forgotten him.
The stone wall blocked the falling snow, creating a small safe haven for them. The roar of avalanches around them gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm.
The man released her, glanced down at her, and said, "It's late and the snow is heavy. Don't stay on the mountain. Go down early."
That phrase sounded so familiar; she felt like she'd heard him say it before.
The scene before her was strangely familiar, but she couldn't remember it.
Who exactly is he?
After saying that, the person turned to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
Shen Cangyu reached out and grabbed his wrist. The moment she touched his wrist, the red string tied to her right wrist burned like fire. She quickly withdrew her hand, trying to press it down, but the red string seemed to come alive, detaching from her hand and flying away.
The red rope unfurled and transformed into a dense network of red threads that wrapped around the person.
He paused for a moment, then turned back to look at Shen Cangyu through the circles of red lines, his eyes turning icy: "So, you're here to kill me too."
Two fish, one black and one white, emerged from his sleeve, spinning and resisting the red line.
He was Pei Wenjing, the pride of Kunlun in the past, the senior brother of their generation. Later, he fell into demonic cultivation and was stripped of his inner core and immortal bones by Kunlun, and expelled from Kunlun.
wrong……
She was sent by Kunlun to find Pei Wenjing, but now that she has captured him, why does she feel so uneasy?
Shen Cangyu raised her hand and grabbed the red thread, trying to pull it apart, but the red thread was scalding hot, burning her skin.
“It’s no use. This is a Daoist technique, and it cannot be pulled apart with the physical body,” Pei Wenjing said. “Get out of the way.”
Shen Cangyu withdrew his hand, and a black mist emanated from his body, carrying a chilling aura of death. The black mist enveloped the red thread, and the golden-red light on the thread gradually dimmed within the black mist, with strands of the red thread falling to the ground.
However, since the red thread connects to Elder Hongyu's divine sense, she must have already sensed Pei Wenjing's presence.
"Run!" Shen Cangyu said to Pei Wenjing, "Don't stay on this mountain, go somewhere else."
Besides her, there are countless Kunlun disciples on Blind Mountain. Pei Wenjing can meet her now, but he can meet someone else in the next moment.
As long as he remains on this mountain, the people of Kunlun will find him sooner or later.
She didn't want him to die.
Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped up snow and blew her long hair. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and heard a clear, long whistle.
She looked up and saw a large bird with its wings spread high above her head, blocking out the entire sky and casting a huge shadow over them.
This is "Free and Easy Wandering," a Taoist technique of Elder Qingxiao.
Upon realizing this, Shen Cangyu's heart sank.
A roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high.
With Elder Qingxiao's carefree travel, the journey from Kunlun to Blind Mountain would only take an instant, and Pei Wenjing would have no chance of escaping.
Several figures descended from the sky, bringing with them a fierce gust of wind. They landed on the ground, and the strong winds that blew up over Shen Cangyu, causing him to roll into the snow on the side.
She had just lifted herself up from the snow when she heard Elder Hongyu's voice: "You wicked disciple, hand over the inheritance of the Kunlun Immortal Lord at once!"
Pei Wenjing simply raised his eyes and looked at her calmly: "I have never touched the succession of the Kunlun Immortal Lord. Shen Qingyan was unable to impress the Kunlun Immortal Lord and thus could not obtain the succession; that is his own problem. He should look for the reasons within himself."
His words, laced with sarcasm, immediately struck a nerve with the Kunlun elders.
Master Huang frowned: "He is the son of the sect leader, with the true bloodline of Kunlun flowing through his veins. How could he not inherit it? On the contrary, you have the blood of a demonic cultivator flowing through your veins. You infiltrated Kunlun, trying to deceive everyone and seize the inheritance of the Kunlun Immortal Lord. We were almost fooled by you."
Upon hearing his words, Pei Wenjing merely twitched the corner of his mouth. In the past, he had respectfully addressed them as his teachers and elders, and he had shown them the utmost affection. It turned out that all those past feelings were insignificant and could not withstand their desire for his death.
"Words are useless. If you want my life, then come at me." Pei Wenjing waved his hand, and black and white energy overflowed outward, transforming into two-colored fish that swirled around him.
Looking at the two yin-yang fish, Elder Hongyu frowned: "Weren't his inner core and immortal bones shattered? Why is the Tai Chi Dao technique still on him?"
Master Huang uttered two words: "Heretical cultivator." He summoned the Judge's Pen and made a mark on the Book of Life and Death.
The ink splashed towards Pei Wenjing, swirling around him and emitting a blinding red light.
The red light was as red and sticky as blood.
Master Huang's judge's pen can determine good and evil with a single stroke. A person with such a strong red aura must be an unpardonable villain who has taken countless lives.
Seeing this, Elder Hongyu released countless red threads to entangle Pei Wenjing, trying to bind him.
Master Huang said, "This is the first time I've ever seen someone with such a fierce, bloody aura emanating from their body."
Elder Hongyu added, "This is also the first time I've seen someone so burdened with so much karma."
The reputation of Pei Wenjing as a wicked and heinous person was already sealed.
Master Huang picked up his brush and wrote the character "定" (ding, meaning "fixed"), which flew towards him. With the character "定" at the top, the more wicked a person is, the greater the harm they will suffer.
Pei Wenjing made a hand seal with both hands, and Taiji gave rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang gave rise to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols gave rise to the Eight Trigrams.
“Zhen represents thunder.”
The spell was completed, and thunderbolts rained down like a storm, striking the Kunlun elders.
At this moment, the warehouse elder opened his arms, made a gesture, and performed a hand seal: "Universe in the Sleeve!"
The lightning bolts all seeped into his sleeve. He groaned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The character "定" on Pei Wenjing's head turned even redder, pressing him down several inches deeper into the snow.
The red thread was wrapped around him, and although it was some distance away, there were obvious marks on his body, deep in his flesh, with blood splattering out, revealing his bare bones.
"If you had handed over the inheritance earlier, we might have let you off the hook," Elder Qingxiao, who was standing far behind, said, unable to bear it any longer.
Pei Wenjing remained silent, which they interpreted as a sign of unyielding spirit. Seeing this, they channeled their inner strength, amplifying the power of their Daoist techniques to their fullest extent.
Dazzling colored lights flashed past, almost illuminating the entire night sky.
Shen Cangyu sat in the distance, staring at the scene before her. The bright light stung her eyes, but she dared not close them.
Even though Master Huang's judge's pen had already labeled Pei Wenjing as a villain, why did she still feel that he was wrong?
She felt that Pei Wenjing shouldn't be that kind of person.
But she had never entered the inner sect before, nor had she had the opportunity to meet Pei Wenjing. Where did she get these judgments from?
Did she... forget something very important?
A note from the author:
Before watching, here are some reading reminders:
1. This is neither a revenge story nor a wish-fulfillment story.
2. The core topics discussed in this article are: what is a character, what is an author, what is right, what is wrong, what should and should not be done, and what constitutes growth.
3. This article contains lengthy plots that explore inner thoughts, and is somewhat abstract and stream-of-consciousness in nature, which is also related to the theme.
4. I anticipated your prediction.
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