Chapter 147 Duet
Each spin brought forth a howling wind, and each stomp of the foot resonated with a "thump-thump" on the heavy stone slabs beneath.
Mu Xi sat cross-legged at the lowest position, and every "thump" sound she heard made her heart tremble.
After so much preparation, tonight we're about to take the most important step.
Like a hunter who has been waiting for a long time, she has set everything up and everyone is under control, except for Princess Yan Ya on the other side.
Princess Yan Ya stood in the southeast corner as the "Deputy Priestess," keeping her eyes lowered and her silver-white robes covering her completely, making her appear aloof and mysterious. Only the faint flame between her brows, illuminated by the firelight, betrayed her emotions.
Her emotions stemmed from the unbridled, intense stare of the King of Yu above her.
The King of Yu's deep, cold eyes were devoid of any warmth, not even when he laughed, and he rarely showed any emotion. Anyone who looked at him felt a chill run down their spine.
From the moment he stepped onto the altar, King Yu fixed his gaze on Princess Yan Ya with undisguised desire.
A triumphant cat is more powerful than a tiger, while a plucked phoenix is no better than a chicken.
This is the situation of a princess from a fallen kingdom.
Now that you think about it, Princess Yanya should actually be Muxun's aunt.
On the other side, Xian Ling suddenly flicked her black staff into the blazing fire cauldron, and the flames fell in specks onto the altar. She chanted incantations and stepped barefoot on the flames, about to start a new round of fire dance.
Fire dance, walking barefoot on flames, and using fire to bless the gods are essential skills for the Flame Ascension Shaman.
Just as Xian Ling leaped up again on the flames, a crisp "crack" sound was almost drowned out by the drumbeats.
Xian Ling lost his balance and stumbled, falling onto the blue bricks, his black staff flying straight out of his hand.
The change was so sudden that even the dark blue sacrificial robe was set ablaze, leaving no time for anyone to react.
Dead silence, utter dead silence.
The entire Qifeng Terrace was deathly silent, with tens of thousands of people around.
Only the crimson sea of pine torches surged in the evening breeze.
Mistakes or interruptions during the offering of sacrifices to Heaven and the gods are considered ominous signs.
The person beating the drums below was unaware of what was happening above until the Great Witch Xianjin threw down her sword and rushed forward to extinguish the flames for the Imperial Preceptor, at which point the drumming stopped abruptly.
Mu Xi had been waiting for this moment. She stood up just in time, her mind already preparing the white-robed immortal persona.
It doesn't matter how well the white-clad fairy performs the Nuo dance.
The important thing is that she has to "save the day" again and perform "Phoenix Dance in Fire" once more.
"It's your turn. Watch your step on the blue bricks. Walk according to the steps I practiced before..." Just as Mu Xi was about to take a step, Princess Yan Ya, dressed in silver-white robes, moved.
Like the bright moonlight tearing through the thick darkness of night, I stepped out without hesitation.
The moonlight cast a natural silvery-white mask over her face. Her steps were light and graceful, as if she were walking on the flowing moonlight on the water. Each touch of her toes was light and silent, yet contained a strange tension.
Xian Jin took the opportunity to help the Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling to the side.
Then he picked up the sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky again.
Thump, thump, thump...
The drums sounded again.
Princess Yan Ya stretched out her arms, and the wide, plain white sleeves of her ceremonial robe flowed like clouds and waterfalls, billowing and swirling as she turned, drawing ethereal and smooth arcs.
Her movements were incredibly graceful; every gesture was like a willow swaying in the wind or a water plant gracefully waving underwater.
Her slender waist swayed gracefully, seemingly delicate and boneless, yet as steady as a bamboo shoot. The moonlight seemed to be drawn to her, gently showering upon her. Her pure white figure, illuminated by the light of the enormous bronze cauldron, resembled a fairy descended from the moon palace, exuding a mysterious and pure, holy beauty.
No wonder the King of Yu was so infatuated with her for so many years.
Even though Princess Yanya is already a middle-aged woman in her forties, Mu Xi can guarantee that no woman in the entire Yan Sheng can compare to her.
Mu Xi was captivated by Princess Yan Ya's breathtaking beauty, but the white-clad fairy inside couldn't wait any longer: "Hey, are you going to go or not? If you don't go soon, the ground is really going to collapse."
The one speaking is the three-year-old Xuan Nu personality.
"Ah..." Mu Xi finally snapped out of her daze. Princess Yan Ya's dance was beautiful, but it had ruined her plans. "That's it, let's have both of them, just force it on them..."
After saying that, she consciously stepped back, making way for him.
The next second, his body emerged at an angle.
Immediately afterwards, he took large, sweeping strides, displaying a fearless and reckless attitude, as if he were going into battle without regard for his own life.
“Hey, I didn’t mean that the two of you personalities… If you want to attack together, then let the White-Clad Immortal take action…” Mu Xi immediately realized that the one who jumped out was the three-year-old Xuan Nu personality.
But it was no use for her to speak at that point.
Having finally attained human form, the Little Mystic Maiden was not about to let it go easily: "Why should only she be allowed to come out? I can dance too."
"Hey, that doesn't count as dancing, it's like a white-clad fairy flying, a white-clad fairy flying..." Mu Xi became a bystander and could only shout desperately.
In a flash, the white-clad fairy emerged, her foot landing on a loose blue brick. With a turn of her head, she took Princess Yan Ya's arm...
But the next second, the three-year-old Xuan Nu personality squeezed in again: "I want it, I want it... You didn't remember me last time."
Princess Yan Ya swirled to the right like flowing clouds, her long sleeves billowing in the air. Mu Xi, on the other hand, leaped from the left like a tiger unleashed from its cage, her momentum earth-shattering, but her movements paled in comparison to Princess Yan Ya's...
There is no basis for comparison.
Mu Xi said anxiously, "Little Xuan Nu, step aside, or you won't have another chance."
With that roar, the white-robed immortal appeared again in a flash.
Like water, it drifted quietly, and once again took Princess Yanya's slender hand and led her away from the central blue brick.
Princess Yan Ya was initially bewildered by being "manipulated" and lost her footing, but gradually, the white-clad fairy turned the tide.
The two, one gentle and the other strong, one pure white and the other crimson, danced together in the firelight and wind, their movements strangely intertwined to the beat of the drums.
The immense panic that arose below the altar due to the National Preceptor's unexpected fall was soothed by this unprecedented duet Nuo dance.
Tens of thousands of gazes gradually shifted from fear and confusion to an almost obsessive reverence.
Even in the deep, cold pool of King Yu's eyes, the flowing figure of strength and gentleness was unknowingly reflected, and a subtle emotion was mixed in with his scrutiny.
The Imperial Preceptor, Xian Ling, was not seriously injured. He sat to the side, gazing thoughtfully at the figures in the two streaks of fire.
Round and round, in that brief moment of tranquility, when everyone's attention was captivated by the dance—
With a loud "boom", the ground shook.
The center of the altar cracked open, and the white-clad fairy suddenly pushed Princess Yan Ya aside, then rolled on the ground herself.
Mu Xi instantly regained her body and looked for the Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling: "Imperial Preceptor, Imperial Preceptor... please take a look at what's going on! The altar is perfectly fine. I used the best blue bricks, and there's even 'Dragon Emperor Wood' transported all the way from the Nine Gardens underneath."
The Imperial Advisor, Xian Ling, was swayed and pulled to his feet. He removed his mask and said, "The grand ceremony was interrupted, the divine will was incomplete, this is a bad omen..."
But when they arrived at the crack in the blue bricks, they were suddenly stunned.
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