Chapter 35 Jiuyi City, No Return Mountain (19) I am your mother...
Shi Xianxue woke up with regret. Her mind was in complete chaos, so much so that she stared at the moon in confusion for a while before realizing that the two moons were actually two exaggerated lamps on the altar.
Seeing that she was awake, Feng Yun gave her a kind smile: "Awake?"
Shi Xianxue quickly got up from the ground and ran away. She watched him warily from dozens of meters away. Then, as if remembering something, she began to look around. Suddenly, her gaze froze, and she stared intently at him, her eyes gradually turning to shock and fear.
Who is that boy who looks like he was just pulled out of a pool of blood? Could it be Wu Xiutang?
She ran over, trembling, and cried out, "You...you...you killed him?"
Wu Xiutang may have a foul mouth and a terrible personality, but he doesn't deserve to die.
Fengyun: "What do you think?"
Shi Xianxue: "I said no."
Fengyun: "Hmm?"
Shi Xianxue: "Because you're handsome. Handsome guys only use their looks to kill, not their fists."
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow. "You're better at talking than your lover."
Shi Xianxue smiled knowingly and asked sincerely, "So what's this about him?"
Fengyun summarized it as: "One person fought three demons alone, and got beaten up."
Shi Xianxue: "..."
That's why they say all the characters in fantasy novels are crazy.
Why would he want to challenge someone to a duel if he had nothing better to do? Does he have a death wish?
I really want to drag him to plow two miles of land and see if he'll still be idle, acting all neurotic.
Shi Xianxue suddenly remembered the boy whose soul was burning in her dream, which seemed to be somewhat similar to his current state. So Shi Xianxue squatted down and stretched out her index finger to check his breath.
Fortunately, I'm still alive.
Seeing Shi Xianxue's initially tense expression, then relaxed, and then fall into a speechless, conflicted state as if she had thought of something, Feng Yun chuckled, "If he dies, are you going to commit suicide for love?"
Once she confirmed that he was still breathing, Shi Xianxue finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that his chin and cheeks were covered in sticky blood, she raised her hand, seemingly intending to wipe it off. After hesitating for a long time, she reluctantly put her hand down.
Hearing this, she looked up and gave him a strange look.
"How feudal you are, senior."
Fengyun: "?"
Shi Xianxue was speechless for once: "What era is this? Still committing suicide for love? Senior, you must have been locked up in this dark and sunless place for too long. The outside world has changed. Women have been liberated long ago."
Feng Yun burst into laughter: "You little good-for-nothing from the Wushan tribe, you have a funny way of talking."
It turns out that handsome guys are all impolite and their words are always hurtful.
Shi Xianxue wanted to say something to him, but she was afraid of being struck by lightning, so she swallowed the words that were about to come out. She picked up Wu Xiutang and planned to find an exit.
"Hey, I haven't finished yet. You don't want to save them anymore?"
Shi Xianxue said honestly, "Help! My friends are all outside. I need to get him out. They must have a way."
Feng Yun scoffed: "Abandoning what is near for what is far."
Shi Xianxue's eyes lit up. "What? Senior means you're going to help me save him?"
"You're not pretty, but you have such high and mighty ideas."
Shi Xianxue hardened her fist and gritted her teeth, saying, "Then I won't disturb you any longer, senior. Farewell!"
“Except for that one, the Wushan people all use the blood circulating throughout their bodies as a price to condense spiritual power to save people. It’s very simple. Try to mobilize all the blood in your body to flow into your spiritual palace. There is a chance that you will awaken your ability. However—” Feng Yun changed the subject, “He was so badly injured that he probably needs ninety percent of your essence blood to recover.”
Seeing Shi Xianxue stunned, Feng Yun's suppressed voice revealed a secret excitement, "It means you either choose to trade your life for his, or simply abandon him and leave. Don't worry, I will get you out safely."
Shi Xianxue blinked, and a blush began to spread from her neck to her chin and then to her entire face. Then, Feng Yun saw her pursing her lips tightly, and the muscles in her face began to twitch slightly.
Fengyun: "...What's with that expression?"
Shi Xianxue held on tightly, neither speaking nor making eye contact with him.
The more formal and serious the occasion, the less she could hold back her laughter. Some people lose control of their emotions by crying, but she loses control of her emotions by laughing. Her focus is always on the novel and inexplicable.
"Sorry, I'll be fine in a bit, please continue." After saying that, she took a deep breath and pinched her own flesh.
Fengyun was annoyed. Just how ridiculous was he that he could make her hold back her laughter like this? She might as well just laugh out loud.
One or two of them are both mentally ill.
Feng Yun remained silent for a long time, seemingly truly angered by her. Just then, the air above their heads swirled like clouds, and to Shi Xianxue's astonishment, a ring-shaped treasure suddenly squeezed into her eye socket.
The crescent moon hangs like a crescent, embraced by the New Year's sun; it is the yin of ultimate yang, the beginning of all yang.
It was made from the finger bones of Zhu Ze and Kong Sang using the Fire of Protecting the Mountain.
Wow, the Sun and Moon Guidance?
Seemingly afraid that he couldn't help but kill the woman, Feng Yun raised his hand and a seemingly endless celestial staircase appeared behind Shi Xianxue.
When Shi Xianxue saw it, her pupils trembled slightly. The fear brought by the Heavenly Ladder in the Blood Moon Secret Realm was still vivid in her mind. The force on her back made it impossible for her to straighten her back. No, it can't be what she thinks. She will die. She really will die.
Seeing her hesitation and her attempt to bargain, Fengyun waved his hand and said, "Go on up!"
An invisible force transformed into wind and pushed her up the Heavenly Stairs. After pushing her up several hundred steps until she could no longer see what was inside the seal, Feng Yun's voice came from mid-air.
"I will keep your life. When our demon race returns to the world, I will come to find you."
Shi Xianxue waited for a while, and only when she saw that there was no sound did she dare to speak eloquently. Feng Yun's voice came from behind her.
“You’re still under the seal, so I can hear everything you say.”
Shi Xianxue stopped giggling, gave a dry laugh, tightened the straps on her back around Wu Xiutang, and started running wildly.
"Why are you running away? I haven't finished speaking... Tell your sweetheart that I've agreed."
Before Shi Xianxue could ask him what he had promised, her entire body was engulfed in the clear light emanating from the sun and moon.
Outside the seal, everyone stared in astonishment. The Mountain-Protecting Fire was earth fire, which only the goddess Kongsang and Zhuze could control tens of thousands of years ago. After Zhuze was killed, the goddess Kongsang used the Mountain-Protecting Fire as a barrier to seal the demon race. Whether it was a demon or a human, anyone who encountered the Mountain-Protecting Fire would be burned to ashes.
Who exactly is Song Qingshu, or does she possess some special magical artifact that allows her to remain unaffected by the Li Huo?
Before they could even think it through, the cracks in the seal visibly widened, and countless demonic spirits emerged from the gaps. For a moment, all they could hear was the howling of the demonic wind and the sinister laughter of the demonic spirits.
If they stay any longer, they will all die here.
Suppressing her shock, Song Qingshu controlled the fire while struggling to kill the demon spirits. She looked at the others, who were also covered in soot, and said righteously, "You go first. The Mountain-Protecting Fire can't hurt me for now... I will come and meet up with you."
As she spoke, her slender fingers moved swiftly, forming hand seals. Countless beams of light emanated from her body, instantly attracting the demonic spirits, which rushed towards her like rivers flowing into the sea.
Seeing that she had captured all the attention, Fu Liuwan was more than happy to do so. She grabbed Li Fuchao, who was about to step forward, and said, "Brother Li, let's go first. Let's not let Sister Song's sacrifice go to waste."
“Impossible.” Li Fuchao brushed her hand away, his attitude resolute. “I will never abandon Qing Shu.”
Fu Liuwan was seething with hatred. Just as Li Fuchao was about to step forward to help, she raised her hand and pressed twice on his shoulder blade to seal his acupoints. She then flew away on her sword, ignoring Li Fuchao's angry gaze, and said righteously, "Brother Li, don't blame me, I'm doing this for your own good."
The demonic spirits swarmed together like a swarm of bees, forming a giant demonic ball. Caught off guard, Song Qingshu was struck in the abdomen and sent flying. Before she could even get up, a fireball of demonic energy came crashing down on her.
The Snow Chant Sword, protecting its master, forcefully blocked her path with its trembling sword intent.
The Snow Chant Sword was made from millennia-old ice from Kunshan Mountain in Beiyong City. Water and fire are incompatible, and now that it has encountered the Li Fire, its offensive power has been greatly reduced. The originally crystal clear sword body suddenly turned charred black, but it still stubbornly held on. Song Qingshu couldn't bear it and forcibly summoned it back into its scabbard.
The demonic energy surged forward unstoppably, and Song Qingshu instinctively closed her eyes tightly.
She's finally going to die. That means Brother Li will be hers.
Fu Liuwan was lost in his dark thoughts, unaware that dark red blood was gushing from the corner of the mouth of the person beside him. The next second, the person who was supposed to leave with him on his sword had already broken through the acupoint and was flying back regardless of Fu Liuwan's sharp cries for help. The pursuing demonic spirits wrapped around his arms and legs, but he had no time to care. His flying body was so fast in the air that it became a blur.
However, it was too late in the end.
The expected pain did not come; instead, something broke through the demonic array and headed towards him.
The vibrations caused by the giant winged bird flapping its wings made Song Qingshu feel slightly unsteady. Amidst the wind and sand, she felt a sudden tightening around her waist, as if she had been lifted up by the waist.
The shock of surviving the ordeal made her heart race, and her eyelids twitched as she looked at the person who had come. Noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, Shi Xianxue winked at her and pushed the blood-covered Wu Xiutang into her arms at the same time, saying, "Take good care of him."
What should Xiaoxue do?
Song Qingshu had a bad feeling and wanted to pull her back, but she couldn't even touch the hem of Shi Xianxue's clothes. She watched helplessly as Shi Xianxue used the method she had taught her to step onto the small wooden sword and gracefully leave.
Shi Xianxue was going to repair the seal, but the cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and more and more demonic spirits were appearing. If left unchecked, the great demon on the mountaintop might escape, and then no one would be able to leave.
Recalling the powerful energy Shi Huaiyu unleashed in the latter half of the novel in order to kill Song Qingshu, Shi Xianxue decided to take a gamble.
So Shi Xianxue endured the burning pain of the flames and tried to channel the surging blood throughout her body through her meridians, hoping to guide it into her spiritual palace to break through the restrictions.
However, the more critical the moment, the more distracting thoughts Shi Xianxue's mind began to gush out like a spring.
The fried chicken at the shop next to the school is delicious, but it uses genetically modified oil. The intern boss is a complete shrew, constantly making empty promises, not paying overtime, and making her a free babysitter to pick up and drop off her child. And why did Feng Yun come looking for her after she revealed her identity? They're practically strangers! What's the difference between this and her diligently studying, only to have an older bully step on her textbook and tell her not to leave after school? And what did Feng Yun promise Wu Xiutang? Surely two villains aren't discussing saving the world...?
Countless thoughts raced through her mind, making it impossible for her to focus and clear her mind of distractions.
Time passed second by second, but the spirit palace remained calm and still.
But gradually, she calmed down and, from the strange silence, suddenly heard the faint sound of some kind of plant breaking through the soil. She held her breath and searched for it, but the barren and desolate scene in the spiritual palace made her sigh.
Is that not allowed?
She withdrew her hand in disappointment, but as she did so, she suddenly heard a soft voice from the depths of her heart.
The voice was ethereal and light, lacking the gentleness of a woman's voice, and to Shi Xianxue's ears, it was like glistening ice crystals falling in winter.
"Minor Snow, Minor Snow".
Who is calling her? Are there other souls in her spirit realm?
"Who are you?"
The voice did not answer her, but persisted in asking.
"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. Have you really thought this through?"
consider?
What are you considering? Awakening abilities?
Who is this woman's voice, and why is she appearing in my spiritual realm?
"Who exactly are you? If you have the guts, come out and have a showdown. Don't try to play tricks in my spirit realm."
The woman's voice remained silent for a few seconds, as if she still wanted to persuade her.
"If you don't tell me where you're from, don't spout any high-sounding platitudes. Whatever choice I make is my business; I'm here to save people."
Upon receiving her firm reply, the voice suddenly fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, Shi Xianxue heard a very soft sigh.
She seemed to give in, saying in a strained tone, "I am your mother."
Shi Xianxue slipped, and her body, which was floating in mid-air, swayed.
She almost thought she had misheard.
Mother, whose mother? This body, Shi Huaiyu's mother, then isn't she the Queen of Xiliang?
The book only says that Shi Huaiyu lost his mother at a young age, and the current queen is the successor queen. She only dotes on Shi Huaiyu and never disciplines him. It cannot be said that Shi Huaiyu's twisted and morbid behavior in the later period is completely unrelated to this successor queen.
If her biological mother had been there to raise her carefully, and with such influence, Shi Huaiyu would surely have been an innocent and lovely princess.
She said she was Shi Huaiyu's mother, but she couldn't possibly be the Empress of Xiliang, but rather Shi Huaiyu's biological mother. No wonder she was able to hide in the Spirit Mansion for so long.
However, she is indeed well-qualified to prevent herself from awakening her abilities, because each use of the power of repair will cause more or less damage to the user's body, and the recovery is extremely slow.
Parents love their children with great care and concern.
Shi Xianxue is not ignorant of these things.
Her tone softened, becoming more pleading, "But if I don't do this, this body will also perish here. I understand your concerns, but there's no other choice. I'm sorry."
"You have no idea what this means." Seeing that Shi Xianxue remained obstinate, her tone finally showed a hint of human emotion, revealing a strange excitement. "You have no idea what price I paid for you. Are you going to destroy all of this? Destroy my efforts, destroy your peaceful life."
Shi Xianxue didn't understand at first.
"You have no idea," the woman's voice held a hint of madness, "The Goddess of Wushan didn't achieve this by burning her blood—"
As if deliberately cut off, the woman's voice came to an abrupt halt.
With that obstacle gone, Shi Xianxue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She apologized again and successfully guided the blood to flow backward into her spiritual palace.
It was still the same desolate scene, the sky was gray and hazy, blood flowed like a winding stream, withered vines and old trees, the barren land cracked open, and with a few soft popping sounds, light green buds peeked out from the cracks, like small seedlings carefully watered in the spring in the farmland.
At the same time, a serpentine light pattern extended down her face from between her eyebrows, gathering into a warm ball of light in her palm.
Seemingly sensing what she was about to do, all the demonic spirits that had been attacking Song Qingshu rushed towards Shi Xianxue. The divination diagram could only withstand physical attacks and was not effective against demonic energy erosion. Soon, she was covered in wounds from the demonic spirits' bites.
Shi Xianxue was distracted by the bites, and the ball of light in her hand flickered. Because she was distracted, the ball of light became fainter and fainter.
Just as she was feeling anxious, the pain in her body suddenly disappeared.
Shi Xianxue struggled to open her eyes. A silver-white longsword landed on her collarbone, and several clumps of gray-black demonic spirits were ferociously shattered. Li Fuchao raised his sword to set up a barrier for her. He had always thought that Shishi was the kind of Wushan person who did not have the power to repair things, but he did not expect that her ability was so powerful that it was enough to repair the seal.
Li Fuchao glanced at her face through the barrier, his voice carried away by the biting wind.
"Just do your best."
Fu Liuwan and the others, who were several hundred meters away, were all stunned by this sight.
A large portion of the Wushan tribe did not inherit the goddess's restorative power; they were merely ordinary mortals who lacked spiritual roots and could not cultivate. Therefore, when they heard that Shi Xianxue was a member of the Wushan tribe, they did not take it to heart, because this woman did not seem special from any angle.
But now, the repairing power she has shown is clearly stronger than that of any disciple recruited by the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion.
Fu Liuwan walked a few steps to Fu Zhen's side: "Senior Brother."
A glint of cold light flashed in Fu Zhen's eyes, and he immediately made a decision: "Go back and you must save her."
So more people gathered around the outer layer of the barrier, clearing away the demonic spirits that were escaping from the cracks.
Although it's unclear why the people of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion suddenly had a change of heart, it undeniably increased the pressure on Shi Xianxue.
When the ball of light in her palm grew to the size of a fist, a large number of tender green shoots had already sprouted in her spiritual abode. She pinched the ball of light, weighed it in her hand, and muttered, "That should be enough, right?"
Demon figures appeared at the crack. They passed through layers of sealing walls and reached the edge. They were just one step away from breaking through the fire to escape.
It's really just a matter of a single thought; it's either life or death. It's better than living a life devoid of dignity, a life that's neither here nor there.
With that thought in mind, they charged towards the fire.
However, before it could even touch the barrier, a stream of clear, viscous liquid suddenly poured in from the crack that was so close, through which one could smell the fragrance of humans from the outside world. The liquid kept pouring in until it blocked the opening as tightly as mercury.
At the same time, it extinguished their hopes once again.
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