Chapter 59 059 Shen Xiaochun: I'm dead~
When Shen Xiaochun woke up, she was a little dazed at first, but once she came to her senses, she immediately perked up: "Mother, is Mother alright?"
Because she was unconscious for a while, Shen Xiaochun's script was still being written when Shen Zhiwei volunteered to sacrifice herself to save others.
Shen Xiaochun immediately jumped up and looked outside: "Sect Master Xie, where is this? I want to go back to Liuli Pavilion."
Of course, Shen Xiaochun was unaware that while she was unconscious, the entire Liuli Pavilion had already been destroyed.
Xie Qingyu looked at her with a smile. The little girl in front of her was lively and clever, with high talent and a likable personality. Xie Qingyu naturally felt a bit fond of her.
Unlike Rong Xiao, who was cold and strange, with countless grudges hidden in his deep eyes.
Children need to be raised in this way to be interesting, to have a bit of the mundane, joyful atmosphere of being pampered by their parents.
Seeing Shen Xiaochun's anxiety, Xie Qingyu said gently, "We've received the news. Jiang Bin is dead, and your mother is safe and sound. There's no need to worry. She tried to find you through the communication stone, but you were still asleep, so I didn't want to wake you. I also spoke a few words with her. Not only you, but all the other cultivators are also fine."
Shen Xiaochun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She still harbored a little resentment. Old Shen had really gone too far. He acted so casually and so righteously. What if something really happened?
Xie Qingyu conjured up some exquisite pastries, thinking that Shen Xiaochan was young and might not like drinking tea, so she poured her a cup of Purple Jade Dew.
He's always good at coaxing people, and he's quite good at coaxing even a little kid.
Xie Qingyu was observant and noticed that Shen Xiaochan always liked sweets, so she always brought some small snacks with her, and treated her accordingly.
Xie Qingyu said softly, "You and your daughter were also frightened this time. Why don't you have some snacks to calm your nerves?"
They were being very polite, so Shen Xiaochun couldn't very well refuse.
Old Shen didn't like Xie Qingyu, and Shen Xiaochun didn't have a very good impression of her either. She tried Xie Qingyu's pastries; they tasted good, but they didn't seem as delicious as those made by Yin Wujiu.
She listened as Xie Qingyu asked, "I also went to the first level of heaven before. At that time, there was a senior brother Yin from the Bixia Sect. He seemed to be very close to Sect Leader Shen. I suppose they are together now."
Children are not immune to lying, but they are easily caught by shrewd adults when they lie. However, Shen Xiaochun was an exception.
Shen Xiaochun said casually, "We're not very familiar with each other. Uncle Yin originally wanted to go somewhere else, but he stayed because of our friendship. Mother even felt that he was being a bit unfair."
Although Xie Qingyu had ordered Xie Chengbi to monitor Shen Zhiwei all these years, she hadn't bothered to ask a single question. Xie Chengbi had also outsourced the tasks layer by layer, subcontracting them to his subordinates. The fact that Yin Wujiu wasn't dead surprised Xie Qingyu somewhat, but that wasn't unusual before. However, now, Xie Qingyu couldn't help but ask.
He himself found it somewhat strange, since he could no longer recall the feelings of jealousy and despair he had felt back then.
Xie Qingyu wasn't particularly surprised by Shen Xiaochuan's words.
Yin Wujiu was originally Shen Zhiwei's senior brother, and they could be considered childhood sweethearts. If Shen Zhiwei liked this type, they would probably have been together long ago, without needing to wait until he met Shen Zhiwei.
Over the past decade, Shen Zhiwei has expanded her territory and is a woman with a keen mind; she certainly wouldn't despise mediocre things.
In an instant, Xie Qingyu's mind was filled with many thoughts, and she felt a sense of joy.
When he came to his senses, he found that Shen Xiaochuan was looking at him with her dark eyes, a hint of curiosity in them.
Half of the berry sorbet in front of her had been scooped out, and she was now holding the spoon without eating any more.
Although Shen Xiaochun didn't speak, her small eyes held a great deal of doubt, clearly wondering why Xie Qingyu was asking these questions.
Why is Sect Leader Xie probing into a junior cultivator's private affairs?
Shen Xiaochan was a precocious child.
Xie Qingyu remained calm: "I misunderstood because I saw that you don't have a father. Xiao Chan, do you know who your biological father is and where he is?"
Shen Xiaochun exclaimed, "Mother said, she's dead!"
That's exactly what Shen Zhiwei said to her.
Even with Xie Qingyu's deep thoughts, she almost couldn't catch her breath.
At this time, Shen Zhiwei also took out a small round mirror to tidy her appearance.
Her face in the mirror was as beautiful as a flower. When she killed Jiang Bin, her cheeks were stained with a little blood, so Shen Zhiwei took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it away.
She thought Xie Qingyu might be a suspicious person, but the only thing she had no doubt about was that Xie Qingyu never doubted that she was not the Shen Zhiwei she used to be.
Whether it was the deep affection of the past or the lingering attachment now, whether it was reminiscing about old feelings, Xie Qingyu always reflected his own emotions in this woman.
Looking at one's reflection in the water, one always sees only one's own mirror, much like a narcissus flower, displaying unparalleled narcissism.
In the past, when she was disheartened, she found the original owner of this body simple and lovely, and thus had the idea of giving up and living in seclusion. But now, being overwhelmed by Mu Wuxian and having to deal with Rong Yuejun, she finds the current Shen Zhiwei, who is charming yet just the right amount of pretentious, quite interesting.
It seems that Sect Master Xie of the Jiuyi Immortal Sect has never truly focused his attention on Shen Zhiwei, this living, breathing person.
He was merely using his gaze at Shen Zhiwei to pity himself.
As those thoughts raced through her mind, a faint smile appeared on Shen Zhiwei's lips, and her eyes shone brightly.
If there were truly any affection between them, how could they not have any doubts, doubting that they were not the same Shen Zhiwei they once knew?
Xie Qingyu's words may have contained some ambiguity about his true feelings, but Shen Zhiwei didn't take them seriously at all; instead, she found them quite amusing.
She thought to herself, "Now that Yin Wujiu has probably returned to the Bixia Sect, it's time for him to do so."
Shen Zhiwei had made several preparations for this plan. If Rong Ying was present and dressed differently, she would have Yin Wujiu, who had not followed her, secretly contact Ming Xueyou.
Rong Yuejun arrived very quickly.
Shen Zhiwei carefully gathered a strand of hair and tucked it behind her snow-white ear.
Despite his triumph, Shen Zhiwei remained cautious, knowing that things were bound to become more dangerous once they reached this point.
The Heavenly Palace in the Clouds.
For the past two weeks, Young Master Mu has been staying at home and not receiving any visitors.
Since ascending to the status of an immortal, Mu Wuxian has rarely left his home, except for the occasional meeting with the Six Netherworld Envoys and his clones.
Of course, Mu Wuxian's work is cyclical. Every so often, Young Master Mu will close his doors and refuse to see anyone.
Such periods of seclusion vary in length, and each time one goes into seclusion, there are bound to be some watchful eyes.
The Xie family, the Rong family, and perhaps even the Ling family, were all secretly observing and acting cautiously.
Young Master Mu is actually a strange being who should not exist in this world.
In the past, the Mu family also had bloodlines that inherited the divine power of the Great Evolution Immortal Venerable. However, this would inevitably cause them to suffer from madness and die within a few days to more than a year.
Ten years ago, Mu Wuxian took advantage of the situation and forcefully joined forces with Fairy Tian Shu. At that time, he already showed signs of madness.
According to Xie Qingyu's speculation, even if Mu Wuxian has an extraordinary temperament, he can only hold on for a year or two at most before losing control of his temperament and becoming an enemy of the four realms.
Ten years have passed, yet Mu Wuxian remains clear-headed and resourceful.
He was cold and aloof, and logically, he must have accumulated endless pressure and depression.
Ke Mu Wuxian never went mad.
Now, after ten years of observation, I feel hopeful one moment and despair the next.
Having experienced disappointment for so long and so many times, even Xie Qingyu could only take it in stride.
Despite being called tribulations, Mu Wuxian always managed to overcome them.
However, Mu Wuxian also found these moments extremely difficult to endure.
The Ice Palace of the Cloud Palace is covered with a thin layer of frost all year round, and even the ice pillars inside exude a bone-chilling cold. Mu Wuxian sat quietly on the cold jade bed, her white robes spotless, yet slightly damp with cold sweat.
The white demon mask he wore was hideous and terrifying, with a human face painted on it. The corners of his mouth were stretched into an exaggerated arc, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown, yet in this deathly silent hall, it only exuded a chilling and eerie atmosphere. The ice patterns on the edge of the mask had been tinged with a faint crimson, caused by the surging spiritual energy within his body, an aura of violence that even the thousand-year-old cold jade could not suppress.
A very soft gasp escaped from beneath the mask, tinged with barely suppressed pain. Mu Wuxian's fingertips gripped the edge of the cold jade bed tightly, his knuckles white, veins bulging, even his bones trembling slightly. The divine power within his body surged like an out-of-control torrent, rampaging through his meridians. Each surge felt like thousands of steel needles gnawing at his bone marrow, the pain almost making him curl up in agony.
He had defied the heavens by borrowing the divine power of the Great Evolution Immortal Venerable, but this power was like a malignant tumor, gnawing at his soul day and night for ten years. He could suppress it with his amazing willpower before, but every time he went into seclusion, this power would become more and more rampant, driving him to the brink of madness.
An unnatural flush rose to the skin beneath his white robes, then vanished in an instant, leaving him as pale as paper. He abruptly raised his hand to his chest, his breathing becoming rapid and labored beneath the mask, his chest heaving violently as if a raging fire were burning within him.
Being detached from emotions and desires does not mean being devoid of feelings and desires; it simply means that all emotions have been suppressed deep within one's soul. However, this divine power is stirring them up, causing them to surge with resentment and violence.
Each attack was more intense than the last, and Mu Wuxian coldly thought that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
The crimson on the white demon mask deepened, as if it were about to drip blood, creating a stark contrast with his snow-white robes. In the frigid silence of the ice palace, only his heavy breathing and the muffled thuds of divine power surging through his meridians remained, each sound revealing heart-wrenching torment.
If he cannot suppress it, either he will be executed by the four realms, or he will slaughter the entire world by himself.
I'm really afraid that when he wakes up, there will be no living people left in the four realms!
Mu Wuxian smiled silently.
Just then, a probing aura appeared outside the hall; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to be so bold.
However, that aura was also familiar; it belonged to his subordinate, Ming Xueyou.
Of the six Netherworld Envoys under his command, only Ming Xueyou remained by his side to serve him, and could barely be considered someone whom Mu Wuxian trusted implicitly.
If there is anything extremely important, Ming Xueyou can request an audience during her seclusion.
Now, Mingxue's voice also revealed a cautiousness.
“My lord, you have an avatar requesting an audience. He says his name is Yin Wujiu.”
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