Chapter 126 Chapter 126 "Xue Liu."
The immortal slave that Yingluo was looking for in Dongyuan was called Xueliu.
The information only recorded her biographical information and did not use video to show her appearance.
Therefore, Jiu Zhao did not have any specific imagination in his mind.
She only knew that the other party had been abused by Yu Ling and was covered in wounds, and was later healed by people sent by the King of the East God, and survived under an assumed name.
However, when Jiu Zhao actually saw Xue Liu, he was shocked.
Only their side halls remained. The immortal slave kneeling in front of her bowed his head deeply. His clothes were worn and his elbows were faintly white.
When she heard Jiu Zhao's instruction to "raise your head", she clenched her fists around the hem of her skirt even tighter.
The arc of black hair fell and trembled silently, and then the face that wanted to be buried in the clothes slowly rose up.
Holding his breath was an action Jiu Zhao subconsciously took when he saw a scene beyond his imagination.
Several whip marks and knife scars were left on the girl's skin. Although they had already scabbed over, they were still purple-red in color and uneven.
It destroyed that pretty face and made it look even more ugly and hideous.
But then again, these scars that seem difficult to heal in the eyes of mortals are just a problem that can be solved by a healing technique for immortals.
Yingluo clearly said that the wounds were healed, how could it be that—
Touching Jiu Zhao's changing gaze, Xue Liu, who had lived under the strange gazes of others for so many years and had become extremely sensitive to emotions, immediately took out a piece of linen and covered the half of her face below the tip of her nose. She kowtowed and apologized with deep fear, "Your humble servant has frightened Your Highness. Please forgive me!"
“…No problem.”
Jiu Zhao had no experience communicating with such physically and mentally damaged people.
She closed her eyes and shook off the afterimage in her pupils.
Pursing her lips and thinking for a few breaths, she lowered her voice and asked, "Do you feel hot wearing this cloth? If you do, just take it off."
After spending so much time in contact with Yingluo's people, Xueliu still didn't know what was waiting for her.
She had been trapped in the shadow brought by Yu Ling for many years, and her brain often became slow. She could only guess that perhaps a big shot in Sanqingtian wanted to deal with Yu Ling - no matter whether the other party's fundamental purpose was justice or evil, as long as she could avenge her sister, as long as Yu Ling could no longer rely on the protection of the King of the East God and eventually ended up in a miserable end, then Xue Liu was willing to gamble everything, even her life, and go through fire and water.
Immortal slaves are inherently humble.
She did not expect that this high and mighty goddess, known for her arrogance, would treat her kindly.
Hearing the cautious question from the person sitting there, her dim vision could not help but become dazed for a moment, and when she focused again, she met a pair of clean and flawless eyes.
After the initial shock, Jiu Zhao no longer emitted any aura that made Xue Liu uncomfortable.
Seeing that the kneeling girl did not respond, she became embarrassed again and wondered if she had done something wrong and hurt this poor person.
"How about you get up and sit on a chair for a while?
"There's no rush anyway. You can wait until you feel like talking to me."
Jiu Zhao continued to work hard to release kindness.
The next moment, Xueliu seemed to come back to her senses: "Thank you, thank you for your forgiveness, Your Highness. I will just kneel down and reply."
Helpless, Jiu Zhao had to cast a spell to move the goose feather cushion on the seat next to him and place it under Xueliu's knees.
"Didn't the Eastern God King heal you? Why didn't he help you remove these scars?"
Not knowing where to start, Jiu Zhao began to care about her health.
When he heard the name of King Dongshen, some unbearable memories came back to him.
Striving to suppress the trembling that followed her body, Xue Liu lowered her head and stammered, "Your Highness, he has cured me... At least now I can walk, sit, or lie down freely. It's not like before, when my legs were broken and I couldn't even get up. I could only watch helplessly as my deceased sister was dragged away and thrown into the swamp behind the mountain. Her body was devoured and rotted, and even her soul was trapped there... No, I can't escape."
The body decays and the soul cannot be liberated?
Jiu Zhao frowned.
Regardless of any accidental or human intervention, when ordinary gods and immortals die, their bodies and souls will turn into pure energy to nourish the heaven and earth.
There will be no such things as rotting corpses and broken bones left behind.
Could it be that Yu Ling used some tricks?
After further questioning on this point, Jiu Zhao realized that she was worried that she had committed too much killing and would suffer the retribution of karma.
As long as the pure energy does not return to heaven and earth, the laws of nature cannot impose cause and effect.
In this way, Yu Ling can live in peace and for a long time.
"Deep in the swamp, there are still many corpses buried—
“Yu Ling cast a Taoist magic on that place to suppress the immortal slaves he had killed over the years.
"Every time she threw a body down, she would clap her hands and laugh and say, 'Being alive is the lowest of all things. Do you think you can affect my fate by dying?'
"My elder sister, because I accompanied her there at that time and accidentally revealed a look of pity, she, she has remembered this ever since..."
Xueliu spoke incoherently.
The wording used in some places is not standard.
This kind of technique to suppress the soul and body of immortals should not be considered as immortal technique. It is more like some kind of forbidden technique that goes against the will of heaven and is not allowed to be mentioned.
He disregarded the life of an immortal and used forbidden techniques to commit cruel acts.
If these two crimes were combined and revealed to all the immortals, Yu Ling would surely be punished with the most severe Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment.
I'm afraid that King Dongshen will also be held accountable for shielding the criminal.
The plan was only one step away from being accomplished, but Jiu Zhao did not feel the need to fulfill his promise and uphold the joy of justice.
After Xueliu finished revealing Yuling's crimes, she was immersed in pain and continued to ask sadly, "Your Highness, I know that we immortal slaves are only lucky enough to have become plants and trees in the Three Pure Heavens. After being nurtured by the immortals for a long time, we have transformed into human bodies... Indeed, we have not undergone arduous training. Compared with those cultivators in Yunsheng World who have tempered themselves and sentient beings, we are very lucky and have easily obtained immortal status. But, but are our lives so lowly?"
"My sister has never done anything wrong. She served Yuling with all her heart, yet she ended up like this—"
Jiu Zhao could only remain silent and had no answer.
She repeatedly assured Xueliu that she would make Yuling suffer the consequences.
At the end of her speech, Xueliu couldn't help but cover her eyes, tears streaming down her face: "But my sister will never live again..."
After finally escaping from the busy life, the tragic memories that had been suppressed deep in the depths of the brain kept emerging.
Xue Liu couldn't tell whether she should hate Yu Ling for treating other people's lives as worthless, or blame herself and her sister for being reincarnated as immortal slaves.
Seeing Xueliu crying so sadly, Jiuzhao felt uncomfortable too.
She waited silently for him to finish venting and gradually calm down before saying, "The Northern Divine King and I have always been different. Whether you think I'm using you or I truly want to help you, I promise you that I will heal all your scars. And, if you're truly in pain, once this is over, I can also try to take away your past memories so you can move to a safe place and start your life anew."
This time, it was Xueliu's turn to fall into a long silence.
She folded her hands and kowtowed, performing the solemn etiquette of paying respects to the monarch during festivals.
The forehead hit the jade brick, making a muffled sound.
In contrast to her resigned acceptance of her immortal slave status, her firm voice was:
"Your Highness, please don't erase my memory. Without it, I will forget my sister. However, putting aside those painful memories, the happiest times of my life were spent with my sister, and they were given to me by my sister... I will never forget my sister."
…
Xueliu's life experience brought Jiuzhao long-lasting contemplation.
It further strengthened her determination to abolish the fairy slave system and not allow the nobles to bully others by taking advantage of their power.
The grand court meeting arrived as scheduled.
On the eve of the time, all the nobles and important officials who came with imperial seals lined up outside the Ziwei Palace in order of their rank.
Jiu Zhao stood at the first position of the long dragon on the left, and a few feet to his right was Fu Xu, who was wearing a dark blue robe.
Their eyes met for a moment, then separated. They turned their heads and looked at the majestic carving of the ancestral god on the gilded temple door.
"Your Highness."
Suddenly, a secret voice sounded in Jiuzhao's ears.
It’s Yingluo.
Jiu Zhao calmly asked, "What's the matter?"
"Regarding the immortal slave Xue Liu—after the grand court meeting is over, why not let me accompany you to the Emperor's throne and explain the situation.
"After we expose Yu Ling's crimes and catch the Eastern God King off guard, and then bring Xue Liu from Dongyuan, everything will seem more legitimate."
Jiu Zhao paused and did not respond immediately.
She always felt a little guilty when facing Yingluo.
The people sent by Yingluo were still lying in ambush around Xueliu's residence. However, their cultivation was not strong enough to see through the woman who worked from sunrise to sunset in the courtyard. She had replaced her with a puppet with an illusion a few days ago. They just thought that Xueliu was still under their close surveillance.
But this is the only way to avoid dragging Yingluo and Xihai into the water.
She cannot always feel at ease and enjoy the selfless efforts of others towards her.
After a pause, she said succinctly, "I don't have the heart to think about these things right now. Let's talk about it after the meeting is over."
When this answer reached Yingluo, who was ranked tenth in the team according to his immortal rank, he felt that something was wrong.
There were crowds of people in front of him, so he couldn't see Jiu Zhao, let alone know what her expression was at that moment.
The uneasiness continued to expand like ripples, but the time for the grand court meeting was approaching, and he had no time to make any other decision.
As his thoughts were flowing, the heavy palace door that reached to the sky slowly opened.
The sky above the Purple Palace has no ceiling, and it casts down grand and warm sunlight.
At the highest point, the figure of the God Emperor with twelve tassels on his head was still sitting.
Going down the jade steps, in the central open space of the second floor, Lan Qi, also dressed formally, stood with his hands behind his back.
The ministers lowered their voices and filed in.
When the last Golden Immortal stepped into the hall, a female fairy in the distant snow-white clouds gently plucked the strings of a zither, playing a vast and lingering holy sound.
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