Chapter 222 Another Divine Intervention
However, with the King of Yu already speaking and so many eyes watching, Mu Xi could no longer feign death.
"Your Majesty has given the order. I would gladly die on the altar. However, I am truly ignorant of magic and fear that I might hinder the Imperial Preceptor and delay important matters."
Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling, having just caught his breath, said: "It's alright. I have personally witnessed the Crown Prince 'possessing a spirit.' The Crown Prince is born with extraordinary spiritual power, one in ten thousand."
Hehe, since she's said that, then she has no choice but to go up there.
Having no other choice, Mu Xi bowed to King Yu and said, "Your subject obeys."
"Your Highness..." Mu Xun was still worried, "I'll go up with you."
"No need." As Mu Xi sheathed her sword, she reassured Mu Xun.
Then, she walked step by step to the altar and first nodded in the direction of Princess Yan Ya.
Only then did they notice faint drops of blood on the strings of the Phoenix Cry Zither in front of Princess Yan Ya.
"Is the princess injured?" Mu Xi couldn't help but step forward to ask with concern.
"It's alright." The closer Princess Yanya got, the clearer the red flame between her brows became.
Mu Xi stared at the wisp of flame between her brows, feeling extremely guilty. The princess was the real Xuan Nu, while she was just an imposter: "I... I don't know any magic at all. What should I do in a moment?"
Princess Yanya smiled knowingly and said gently, "It's alright, Your Highness, just sit over there and do nothing. With me here, there's no need to panic."
“Uh…” Since Princess Yanya had said so, Mu Xi didn’t ask any more questions and turned around to sit cross-legged in the empty spot that Shen Lun had left.
Looking down at the altar again, Shen Lun was injured and had been taken somewhere, but Mu Xun was standing below, looking up and guarding him.
When Mu Xi's eyes met those of the still lake reflecting the moon, she felt a moment of peace and an instant of infatuation.
The ritual resumed, and the Imperial Preceptor Xianling raised his staff and began chanting incantations again.
His disciple Xian Jin also chanted along, trying his best to respond to Xian Ling, and occasionally opening his eyes to glance at his master's figure.
Princess Yanya sat before the Phoenix Melody Zither, seemingly resting with her eyes closed, without making any movement.
Mu Xi had nothing to do, so she finally fixed her gaze on the evil sorcerer Qiu Chi.
Beneath the black mask with gold patterns, it was unclear whether the person had also been injured.
But the eyes that were exposed were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows. As the Grand Preceptor resumed the ritual, he also began to make hand seals and chant incantations.
Gradually, Mu Xi began to sense changes in the field above the altar, as if an invisible force was connecting the altar to the "mountain of assassin corpses".
Like invisible tentacles, it quietly reached into the mountain of corpses, greedily absorbing the fear and resentment of the dead to strengthen itself.
Mu Xi gradually understood that the true purpose of this evil sorcerer on the altar was to secretly absorb evil magic power.
If that's the case, it's likely that if Princess Yanya doesn't attack Qiuchi first, Qiuchi might not retaliate.
Thinking this way, Mu Xi couldn't help but look at Princess Yan Ya again.
Princess Yan Ya naturally sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere. Her phoenix eyes remained closed, but she finally began to pluck the strings of her zither again.
An invisible, pure and peaceful aura flowed slowly from the body of the instrument once again, like the melting snow flowing in a mountain stream in early spring, carrying a refreshing coolness and a purity that washes away all impurities, silently merging into the turbid energy field.
This aura, though not fierce, is resilient and enduring, like a gentle spring breeze, tenderly combing through the restless strands of energy, attempting to soothe and straighten them one by one.
Just as Mu Xi was about to feel at ease, she heard the voice of the Little Mystic Maiden in the dark void inside her shout: "Foolish, foolish, foolish! You're thinking too simply. That evil sorcerer's goal isn't just to absorb the vengeful spirits from the corpses, but also to corrupt you all, especially the Imperial Preceptor, so that he can use you for his own purposes."
"The Imperial Advisor?" Mu Xi hadn't expected Qiu Chi's target to be the Imperial Advisor.
But as a mere mortal, aside from sensing the field with a more sensitive perception than ordinary people, she couldn't see anything on the surface.
As time passed, the eyes beneath the grotesque mask revealed a deep-seated, violent, and grating pleasure.
Princess Yan Ya's zither playing and the Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling's movements became increasingly sluggish.
"What should we do?" Mu Xi asked the three-year-old Xuan Nu personality.
The three-year-old little mystic pouted and shrugged: "How would I know? I can't 'possess a spirit'."
The white-robed immortal turned around and said, "Let me do it, but my magic is no match for anyone on this altar. I'll just be able to save my own life."
Mu Xi's original intention was to help Princess Yan Ya, and ideally, to get rid of the evil witch Qiu Chi.
Hearing what the white-robed immortal said, he lost all hope and retreated.
The white-robed fairy, controlling her body, was about to cast a spell when Mu Xi felt a chilling, piercing evil force rush into her consciousness. It was as if countless evil spirits were howling in her mind, trying to tear her consciousness apart completely.
"Ah... what's going on?" Mu Xi didn't know if she screamed.
There was no reply from the white-robed fairy; only the three-year-old Xuan Nu screamed in alarm, just like her.
Fear, like cold vines, coiled around her heart, yet her heart offered no resistance; her consciousness gradually blurred and faded into oblivion…
At this critical moment, an indescribable, ethereal thought, like a sleeping glacier suddenly awakening, rose from the deepest part of Mu Xi's consciousness, carrying an ancient desolation and an inviolable majesty.
The overwhelming resentment and malevolent power were instantly suppressed and melted away by this thought, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
Mu Xi's body stiffened abruptly, then relaxed. When she slowly raised her head again, her eyes, which had been sharp or restrained, were now empty, as if reflecting the boundless starry sky, or as if they had been filled with the silence of eternity.
Mu Xi regained her senses and became an observer again.
"Zheng—"
At the same time, the flame between Princess Yanya's brows suddenly intensified, and the Phoenix Cry Zither in her hands changed tune, emitting a clear, resonant, and heavenly sound that seemed to pierce through gold and jade.
With a clang, Mu Xi's sword was drawn from its sheath once again.
The sword hummed, a clear and melodious dragon's roar, and a soft yet pure white halo flowed from the sword, instantly dispelling the surrounding cold and filth.
As if possessing a spirit, the longsword trembled slightly at its tip, then transformed into a streak of white light. An aura as fierce as the gale of the heavens, yet as pure as the first snow, spread out from the longsword with a roar.
The Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling, who was struggling to maintain his position at the center of the altar, was suddenly roused.
Mu Xi's body began to dance an ancient and mysterious sacrificial sword dance uncontrollably. Wherever the sword light passed, it left behind sparkling starlight, as if drawing the stars in the night sky down to earth.
Others might not see it, but Mu Xi was captivated by it.
This is a divine intervention, another divine intervention.
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