My life is your death, my death is your life...
Upon hearing this, Yun Ruoliang laughed instead of getting angry, glancing at the bamboo forest shrouded in golden mist and Pei Xuanzhi sitting idly on a bamboo branch.
He then flicked the blood off his sleeve and turned his gaze to Yan Huanyue.
“Fellow Daoist Yan, although Fellow Daoist Pei may seem unapproachable on ordinary days, he is definitely a kind-hearted, humble, and gentle person. How could he curse someone for no reason? Let alone inexplicably want someone who has done nothing wrong to die! He is really not Fellow Daoist Pei!”
Yan Huanyue glanced at the bloodstains on Yun Ruoliang's body, then looked back at the wisp of snow drifting through the bamboo forest.
The other party sat crosswise on the bamboo, his face pale, and ignored Yun Ruoliang's rebuttal.
Instead, she slowly brushed aside the end of the gold hair tie that had fallen onto her shoulder, a sliver of golden sunlight flashing across her fingertips. The smile she had given Yun Ruoliang earlier had vanished, and she was now looking at her calmly.
Yan Huanyue then turned to look at Yun Ruoliang, who appeared resolute and eager to hear her, the wise ruler, discern loyalty from treachery.
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment and said, "My husband's temperament may not be as gentle and kind as you say."
Yun Ruoliang choked up for a moment.
no……
No, why is she like this?
Shouldn't she admire his kindness and contrast it with the sinister nature of the monster in the bamboo forest?
The true form of that monstrous being in the bamboo forest was twisted and terrifying, yet she remained so calm and composed. Did she really not realize...?
How terrifying is this eerie mist that covers the entire bamboo forest?
"Fellow Daoist Yan..."
Yan Huanyue looked at Yun Ruoliang with a calm expression; the excessive number of coincidences had already made her wary.
She showed no sign of it, and simply asked, "What brings you here, fellow Daoist?"
Yun Ruoliang naturally knew that these repeated chance encounters would only make her more wary.
Therefore, he originally did not plan to appear too soon this time.
This mansion won't confine her for more than a few days, but her husband will die here, she will suffer a mental breakdown, but she will eventually crawl out of here, dying by the roadside.
At that time, he will bring her, as a child, through this place, traveling a long distance in the early summer breeze, laughing and carefree, to relieve suffering and distress.
They would pick her up, take care of her meticulously, and clumsily but sincerely comfort her heartbroken after losing her husband. The three poor people were like a family.
If someone blames her for Pei Xuan's death here, he will do his best to defend her and argue for her, and then everything will fall into place naturally and logically.
But……
Pei Xuanzhi not only survived, but also stumbled upon his nearby hideout while covered in injuries. She claimed that he was in grave danger, and that a demon disguised as Pei Xuanzhi had even entered the house amidst the chaos.
If she dies or is eaten by a monster, what does all the time and effort he spent count for?
Therefore, he had no choice but to come, and this was also an opportunity.
But, but she's so blind to people's true nature and so protective of her own. How could she be so blind?
Yun Ruoliang waved his hand and pointed behind him, veins bulging on his forehead, and said with utmost sincerity:
“Fellow Daoist Yan, come with me and you’ll see. Fellow Daoist Pei was knocked down by the ghost moths and fell from his sword, now he’s covered in wounds. Fellow Daoist Pei looks so weak, don’t you think it’s strange that the Fellow Daoist Pei behind you walked out of the swarm of ghost moths unharmed?”
Yan Huanyue gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her stray hairs brushing against her cheeks. A chill seeped through the gaps in her torn clothes, sending a shiver down her spine.
Seeing her hesitation, Yun Ruoliang was genuinely anxious, his eyes reddening and the veins on his neck bulging, almost bursting through his thin skin. "Fellow Daoist Pei is almost dying, Fellow Daoist Yan, can't you even tell who he is?!"
Yan Huanyue, dressed in rags, stood motionless in the wind, only looking around at the courtyard where the sunlight was blocked by the bamboo forest.
A cool breeze rustled behind her, causing her clothes and hair to flutter, while the sound of bamboo leaves added to the leisurely and pleasant atmosphere of the afternoon.
Just as she turned her gaze away and was about to cast a spell, she heard a series of disordered footsteps coming from the other side of the wall.
"Little Daddy, he's almost out of breath!"
It was that child who bore some resemblance to her. Yan Huanyue hesitated for a moment.
Before Yan Huanyue could make a move, a wisp of golden mist flew out of the bamboo forest and over the courtyard wall, instantly bringing with it a thin, blood-stained body that was thrown onto the grass in the courtyard.
The golden mist quickly disappeared, and Pei Xuanzhi remained seated on the bamboo branch, saying in a deep voice, "There's no need to go anywhere to look. Sister, just take a look and see which one you want."
The person on the ground was pale and breathing weakly. He lay limp on the ground, turned his head to look at her from afar, his eyes filled with endless mist and rain.
Yan Huanyue gripped her sword and slowly took a few steps back, an expression of disbelief on her face.
The person on the ground moved their lips slightly, and a stream of blood gushed out.
He coughed incessantly, perhaps from blood flowing back into his mouth and nose. He involuntarily rolled over and called out with difficulty, "Sister..."
Yan Huanyue couldn't help but take a few steps forward. Pei Xuanzhi, sitting on the green bamboo, lowered his eyes and watched his embroidered gold cloud shoes appear and disappear among the ripples of his clothes.
He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again in an instant. With a slight lift of his sleeve, six yellow talismans flew out from his sleeve.
Three attacks rushed towards Yun Ruoliang, while three attacks went straight for the person on the ground who looked exactly like him.
Yun Ruoliang formed a hand seal with one hand, drew his long sword from behind him, flipped over to dodge the yellow talisman, and then slashed back the three yellow talismans that were attacking the dying man on the ground.
Before he could even catch his breath, the six yellow talismans had already rearranged themselves and were attacking the two of them at once.
Yan Huanyue also made a hand seal and flew towards the two. Yun Ruoliang thought she was there to help them, but to his surprise, she bypassed the yellow talisman and slashed at the blood-soaked person on the ground.
Yun Ruoliang was greatly shocked. While resisting the yellow talisman, he couldn't help but shout, "Are you crazy!"
What shocked Yun Ruoliang even more was that just as Yan Huanyue's blade was about to cleave the head of the person on the ground, the person on the ground laughed loudly and retreated to the courtyard wall behind him in an instant.
The man, wearing Pei Xuanzhi's face, laughed in his voice, "I look almost exactly like him, yet you're willing to do it."
Yan Huanyue's eyes flashed with a sharp light. She unleashed a gust of wind and stepped onto the wind, instantly pressing down on Pei Xuanzhi.
The opponent drifted away, lightly brushing off his blood-stained sleeve. The wind from the blade pierced his sleeve, forcibly redirecting the six yellow talismans towards the bamboo forest.
Seeing this, Yan Huanyue quickly formed a hand seal to protect the bamboo forest, and took advantage of the force of the opponent's wave of the sleeve to be thrown into the bamboo forest.
Like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, several wisps of golden mist formed a net and caught her steadily.
Pei Xuanzhi stood up and tiptoed in the wind, his ten fingers forming a seal. In an instant, the six yellow talismans changed and arranged, and the six wind and thunder condensed, transforming into several giant python-like lightning bolts that attacked his other self.
Yun Ruoliang realized he had been tricked and immediately changed direction, wielding his longsword as he charged toward the person by the wall.
In the blink of an eye, the situation changed. Yan Huanyue, carrying her sword, took a few steps and stood on the bamboo branch where Pei Xuanzhi had just been sitting, frowning slightly as she looked at Yun Ruoliang's figure.
It is unclear whether Yun Ruoliang killed his companion to clear his name after being exposed for lying, or whether he genuinely mistook someone from the beginning.
Pei Xuanzhi easily dodged Fu Dian and Yun Ruoliang's killing moves, stepped into the air, and wrapped several strands of Fu Dian around his fingertips.
With a flick of the finger, a powerful bolt of lightning, carrying bursts of flame, shot straight into the bamboo forest.
Pei Xuanzhi's fingertips shifted and the six yellow talismans were rearranged. The massive bursts of lightning and flames roared and charged into the six yellow talismans like fire dragons.
In an instant, his clothes fluttered wildly as he was propelled by the remaining force into the depths of the bamboo forest.
Bamboo leaves fluttered down. As he flew past Yan Huanyue, she turned around, grabbed his collar, and tumbled him around a few times in the forest to dissipate some of the force. Then she pulled down a bamboo branch and settled him down.
Then he rushed to the edge of the bamboo forest with his sword, and saw the wind from the sword swirling out.
Pei Xuanzhi deflected the wind from the blade, flicked his fingers, and stood in the air, his hair swaying, like a celestial being in a painting. He lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, saying, "Are you protecting your little husband like this? Come out of the bamboo forest and let's have a good test of our skills."
Yan Huanyue's eyes were cold and clear. She didn't reply. She floated on the edge of the bamboo forest, stepping on bamboo branches. With one hand, she made a hand seal and threw her sword, which cut through the wind and shattered the leaves as she attacked her opponent.
Pei Xuanzhi had to deal with both her sharp blade winds and Yun Ruoliang's insidious swordsmanship, making him appear somewhat flustered.
Just then, twelve yellow talismans flew out of the bamboo forest, instantly blinding everyone with sand and making the air increasingly oppressive, as if they were about to unleash a deadly attack.
Pei Xuanzhi raised his sleeve, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Young Master Yun, I entrusted my life to you, and you treat me like a dog after the hunt is over. How can one not feel disheartened?"
Yun Ruoliang was originally fighting hard to clear his name when he heard this, and his heart sank.
This person was ruthless towards Pei Xuanzhi and Yan Huanyue, but always left room for him; he was definitely after him.
He's the one who always wrongs others; he's the one who gets wronged.
The key is...
When he was refining the Thousand-Year-Old Seed in the Ghost Market, his inner core was drained, and his current cultivation level is not as high as usual. He is no match for this person who appeared out of nowhere.
He was furious, but he couldn't fight back. He could only be toyed with and framed, which really drove him crazy.
"Nonsense! You're framing an innocent person! When did I ever know you?"
Pei Xuanzhi gave a cryptic smile, leaving everything unsaid.
Yun Ruoliang was suddenly filled with rage and unleashed a sword aura with the force of a mountain, but it was easily neutralized by his opponent.
As if forgiving a naughty child, the other party did not retaliate with the sword energy, but instead dissipated it completely, flicked his sleeves, and said:
"In that case, I will not linger here any longer. I will not entrust any of your plans to you. I wish you all the best."
As he spoke, he drifted back several feet in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the forest, like a kite with its string broken.
Yun Ruoliang was about to give chase, but then he heard the sound of wind rustling through the bamboo forest behind him. Pei Xuanzhi, who had been saying he would erect a monument and write a biography for him, had already taken Yan Huanyue deep into the bamboo forest and disappeared without a trace.
He stood there, blinking, his heart growing heavier and heavier. The chilling blood in his heart rushed through his body again and again, so cold that he could barely hold the sword in his hand.
no......
Pei Xuanzhi actually figured it out...
The person impersonating Pei Xuanzhi wasn't there to frame him, but rather...
With a clang, the longsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
He immediately picked up the sword, his expression grim, and stepped over the courtyard wall. The child who should have been waiting for him outside the wall was nowhere to be seen.
I've gotten into trouble, how should I explain it to my father...?
He didn't care about that matter and leaped into the air, seemingly disappearing into the sky in one step.
Pei Xuan stepped onto a large expanse of bare grass, and a few wisps of golden mist gently placed Yan Huanyue beside him.
A wisp of golden mist flicked forward, and a child whose hair had been blown about by the fierce wind rolled dizzily on the ground.
The child, dizzy and with tears in his eyes, though thin and bony, was incredibly defiant, lying on the ground and glaring fiercely at him.
Pei Xuanzhi was also stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look at Yan Huanyue, and the menacing golden mist instantly crawled back behind him.
"Mother, where is my little father?"
Pei Xuanzhi couldn't help but let out a cold laugh and asked, "Who are you calling 'mother'?"
Yun Yan wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve, looked at Yan Huanyue with a hint of grievance in his eyes, and said stubbornly, "Father said he was going to save you, how could you abandon him?"
Yan Huanyue looked at the child who resembled her and asked, "What's your name? Where do you live?"
“My name is Yunyan. My father said that wherever your home is in the future, that’s where I will be.”
Pei Xuanzhi said with a half-smile, "Yun, Yan, he really has high hopes for you. It's a pity that you had to choose him. I can't keep you here."
Yun Yan looked at him warily, but then glanced at Yan Huanyue cautiously a few times.
The yellow talisman struck, and a burst of flames exploded.
After the flames subsided, the stubborn Yun Yan lifted the short hem of his robe with both hands, his face solemn, and respectfully knelt on both knees, bowing once, and solemnly and quietly said:
"Father, I have realized my mistake and returned to the right path."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled faintly and said, "You knelt down very quickly."
Yunyan said, "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the way of being a person."
Pei Xuanzhi held a talisman between his fingers, examining it as he casually remarked:
"I wouldn't dare accept that. I'm too old to have you, and you don't need to demean yourself by being someone else's son."
Yun Yan said earnestly, "I am not wronged."
Seeing how eager he was to be his son, Yan Huanyue smiled coolly and said, "Since you're so eager to be his son, I'll help you two get to know each other."
As she spoke, she made a grabbing motion with her five fingers, and Yun Yan flew directly into her hand, where she held him tightly around the neck.
Every threat deserves destruction.
She showed no mercy to the person with Pei Xuanzhi's face, and had no pity for the child who looked remarkably like herself.
She gradually tightened her grip, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, her cold eyes like sharp blades. "He couldn't possibly have found someone who looks so much like me in such a short time. What exactly are you?"
Yun Yan's face turned purple from being pinched, and his tongue gradually protruded from his lips and teeth.
He realized that Yan Huanyue didn't give him a chance to speak or explain; she wanted him to reveal his true colors.
Hanging in the air, Yun Yan glanced helplessly at Pei Xuanzhi, who surprisingly showed a hint of struggle in his eyes.
Between the two people's different attitudes toward each other who resembled each other, he seemed to have suddenly realized something.
One seems soft-hearted but is actually ruthless to the core; the other looks sinister but can't help but feel soft-hearted because of Yan Huanyue's similar appearance.
Many things are beyond one's control, even if one thinks one is extremely rational.
He gripped Yan Huanyue's hand tightly, desperately calling out to the person beside her, "Father, it hurts..."
One hand rested on Yan Huanyue's wrist.
Yun Yan's heart immediately beat with the battle drum of survival.
But then Pei Xuanzhi said in a low voice, "Sister, let's skin him first."
Yun Yan suddenly felt a chill run through his body. The thoughts and ideas of such a sinister creature were indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Just as Pei Xuanzhi's hand was about to land on his head, Yun Yan kicked his leg hard in mid-air.
In an instant, it transformed into a large, bloated, and fat green worm, more than a person's height.
It struggled and twisted its green body, the large eye-like patterns on its sides surging back and forth, and its two rows of small fleshy feet trembling like waves.
Before emerging from the cocoon, there are countless possibilities. Therefore, although the ghost moth larva has no offensive power, it can transform into many different forms.
Yan Huanyue threw it to the ground without changing her expression, stabbed one of its paws with a knife, and said with lowered eyes:
“Even when a ghost moth is young and eats people, it will only grow to about half a person’s height. You are so plump and healthy. It seems that he has raised you very well. Whom does he plan for you to spin a cocoon on and suck blood and flesh?”
The caterpillar trembled, like a slick, green wave, "Do I really have to tell you? You'll just get upset if I do..."
Yan Huanyue drew her sword and plunged it into a fleshy foot. "You plan to let Xuan die in this small world, and incidentally use demons to raise demons, is that it?"
The caterpillar writhed in pain, yet still managed to mumble its protests: "No... it was his idea. What could I, a mere obedient and gentle little pet, do? No... how did you know this was a small world?"
Yan Huanyue looked up and saw that the ghostly wind in the courtyard was so strong that it blotted out the sun. Normally, this courtyard should have been blown into dust and scattered everywhere by the wind.
Yet it still stands firmly, and even the bamboo grove and stone pavilion behind the courtyard are so elegant.
The ghost moth they encountered in the forest at the beginning was meant to distract them, causing them to overlook the anomaly at the edge of the small world and unintentionally fall into it.
Yan Huanyue did not answer its question, but simply glanced at Pei Xuanzhi with a leisurely air, "Your son."
Pei Xuanzhi was silent for a moment, then pondered and said, "It insists on calling me father, but I never intended to acknowledge it."
"You actually despise me!" The caterpillar writhed in pain. "Do you know how magnificent my transformation into a butterfly will be?"
Yan Huanyue made a hand seal, and the green caterpillar on the ground twitched a few times, transforming into a little boy who looked similar to Yun Ruoliang.
It looks like a lump of clay that can be shaped at will; no wonder Yun Ruoliang keeps it as a pet.
Yan Huanyue gently flicked the blade, and the blood on the horizontal blade faded away, leaving only a faint cold gleam.
Yunyan sobbed as he got up, but dared not raise his voice, for fear that the two of them would get angry.
Transformation into a butterfly?
Transform into a ghostly butterfly!
Although Yan Huanyue ignored its veiled words, it had eaten people and was planning to use Pei Xuanzhi's corpse as a pretext.
Now that it's in the hands of these two, it's already a bonus to be able to breathe even a little longer. How could it possibly dare to hope to transform into a butterfly?
He clutched the thin knife wound on his body and asked, "Then why did you spare my life?"
Yan Huanyue asked, "What is Yun Lang's background?"
Yun Yan hesitated and said, "I don't know. We were all raised here. When they were young, their father would bring them here to cleanse their marrow. Ruo Qing, Ruo Fan, and Ruo Liang are the eldest, second, and third eldest. A Xiao is the younger sister. Their mother seems to be called A Xiao as well... Yao Ying and Ying Ying."
Yan Huanyue asked, "Anything else? What are their surnames?"
Yun Yan stammered, "My surname is Yun, and I don't know anything else. My parents' names are not something the younger generation would mention."
The surname is Yun?
Yan Huanyue turned her head to look at Pei Xuanzhi.
Pei Xuanzhi said calmly, "There aren't many people with the surname Yun who have left this world. I saw one in the library. During the chaotic period, Wei Zhao, a traitor to Emperor Mingde, had a henchman named Yun Xuanchen who was with him. Later, he died in Tengzhou in the north."
Yan Huanyue had some recollection of Wei Zhao, who, in terms of seniority, was one generation higher than the current Mingde Sect leader and two generations higher than the Tianyan Sect leader.
She remembered that Wei Zhao had died at the hands of Sect Leader Pei.
As for Yun Xuanchen, she seemed to have never heard of him, and Yun Xuanchen was already dead.
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment and said, "Where is the place for marrow cleansing? Lead the way."
Yun Yan grumbled and muttered, "Why don't we go to where the Realm Spirit is?"
Now that Yun Ruoliang has probably guessed that they already know this is a small world, they are naturally guarding the vicinity of the World Spirit to prevent them from stealing it. So let him wait a little longer.
However, she did not say much to Yun Yan. Instead, she made a hand seal to summon her long sword, stood on it with Pei Xuanzhi, and said to Yun Yan, "Lead the way."
With a long wind blowing against his temples, Pei Xuanzhi, who had been silent for a long time, asked, "How did you know that wasn't me outside the bamboo forest just now?"
Yan Huanyue casually replied, "I guess it's just a feeling."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled gently, a hint of a breeze in his eyes, and said, "Just based on feeling? What if my feeling is wrong?"
Yan Huanyue said, "I wouldn't have really killed him with that stab; he was just in a hurry."
Pei Xuanzhi asked, "Then why didn't you come and test me by killing me?"
"You were too eerie just now, and you don't look like you'd be easy to kill. Let's test him first."
Pei Xuanzhi asked, "Really?"
"real."
Pei Xuanzhi paused for a moment, then asked, "Why?"
Yan Huanyue glanced back at him and saw her own reflection in his eyes.
"There were no wounds beneath his clothes, and the imitated fragrance wasn't exactly the same... The way he looked at me was different too. However, there are indeed beings in this world who can conjure up alluring scents..."
Pei Xuanzhi lowered his eyes and said, "She is indeed a succubus, a woman."
Yan Huanyue said, "These days, succubi are not common, and she is not easy to deal with."
"yes."
Yan Huanyue suddenly asked, "Can you also transform into other people's appearances?"
Pei Xuanzhi said, "I haven't tried it, and I don't know the method."
"really?"
"Um."
"oh."
The Marrow Cleansing Ground is a frigid pool surrounded by ice flowers and jade trees. Yan Huanyue hovers above her longsword in the air, where eight long pillars of black iron are nailed into the frigid pool, which is shrouded in icy mist.
An iron lock extends from each long pillar, converging at the central jade coffin, which is then suspended in the heart of the cold pool.
Yun Yan leaned on the hilt of his sword, gazing at the icy pool, and said softly, "This is a place for cleansing the marrow. If you soak here for seven days and seven nights, supplemented with spiritual herbs, your cultivation will naturally increase greatly. Don't you want that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled in the air, sweeping in from the west with a strong wind.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the inky black sea of clouds, heading straight for the Marrow Cleansing Ground, causing the pool water to explode into giant waves several meters high.
Three chains in the pool broke, the jade coffin tipped over, and the coffin lid slowly sank.
Yan Huanyue used a hand seal to stabilize the sword, while Yun Yan's eyes blazed with fire. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he leaped into the icy pool and, like a fish, burrowed into the coffin. He transformed back into his original form, ready to devour the corpse inside.
Yan Huanyue slashed out with her sword, instantly severing the green worm in the pool in two, and blood spread out.
Suddenly, a whirlpool rose from the deep, unseen pool, sweeping the green worm and blood down with it.
The pool water was clear, just as usual.
From the jade coffin whose lid was missing, a corpse dressed in white slowly floated out, drifting leisurely to the water's surface and floating in the center of the pool.
In the flash of lightning, one could vaguely make out an unusually handsome male corpse, his expression serene, as if he were taking a nap in the water.
The dark clouds and thunder still raged, yet he alone closed his eyes to face the celestial heavens.
"The heavens and earth trembled; the spirit of the realm has shifted."
Pei Xuanzhi said, "That succubus might not actually be his accomplice, but rather someone who wants to take advantage of the situation to seize this place."
Perhaps Yun Ruoliang set up an array that only allowed her and Xuanzhi to enter and exit, and the demon disguised herself as Xuanzhi so that Yun Ruoliang could personally bring her into the small world.
Yun Ruoliang is relatively easy to deal with, but if that succubus seizes the World Spirit... then getting out will probably be difficult.
Yan Huanyue tossed out several white porcelain bottles, filled them with water from the pool, and put them into her treasure pouch.
The long sword flew across the icy pool, and Yan Huanyue watched as the floating corpse in the center of the pool swayed slightly with the ripples on the water.
Two long jade pendants, made of several jade pendants, jade discs, jade rings, and many jade beads, hung down into the water from both sides of his belt, like two ribbons.
Amidst the cold mist, Yan Huanyue felt increasingly uneasy about the features of the floating corpse. Pei Xuanzhi, standing behind her, gently covered her eyes and said, "Sister, don't look. This place is eerie; there might be some kind of illusion."
He looked back and the features of the corpse floating in the pool became clearer and clearer; it was his own likeness.
We gaze at each other, oblivious to the mortal world. Yin and Yang meet, one waxing, the other waning. My life is your death, my death is your life...
Several wisps of golden mist silently crept back into the pool, completely absorbing the corpse.
He lost decades of his lifespan in that small temple where the statue of the man opposite him was enshrined; it turns out that all of it was absorbed into this jade coffin. No wonder this place can be a place for cleansing one's marrow.
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