Chapter 47 A Mu Jianjian Fell From the Sky
The white-clad man's demeanor instantly shifted, becoming cold and even carrying a strong killing intent. Wan Xing was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back.
But she quickly reassured herself that Shaojun must have been joking.
Her mother-in-law and aunt were respected deities in the clan, and her father was the clan chief. How could he dare to touch her?
It must be that she didn't express herself clearly enough.
I'm really happy—
Wan Xing's voice stopped abruptly, her terrified face no longer showing her former shyness and charm, and she covered her mouth, trembling.
She couldn't speak; her mouth... she really couldn't open it!
The force was overwhelming and ruthless, and Wan Xing's eyes revealed disbelief and fear.
She tried to open her mouth to call for help, but all she got in return was drops of blood filling her mouth, accompanied by a tearing pain.
Watching the white-clad man's figure recede into the distance, Wan Xing collapsed to the ground, tears of resentment welling in her eyes.
How dare he!
She's going to tell her father!
——
Sitting in the red sedan chair, Mu Jianjian, through continuous attempts over time, was able to move her right hand.
But that's far from enough for her.
There were also four Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators guarding the sedan chair, so even if I went all out, I might not be able to escape.
A sense of helplessness rose from the bottom of her heart, and Mu Jianjian began to think about the worst-case scenario.
If she were truly imprisoned in the Holy Land for twenty years and then emerges when the secret realm opens again, where would the story unfold, and would she still have a chance to save her senior brother?
She was too impulsive.
Once captured, the disparity in strength and numbers meant that a forceful escape was impossible; they had to patiently seek a turning point, or they would end up like this.
[Host, don't give up!]
The system's childish voice rang in her mind, and Mu Jianjian suppressed her tears.
Indeed, she couldn't give up; as long as it wasn't midnight, there was still a chance.
Unnoticed by anyone, the girl's right pupil gradually emitted golden light.
——
The hour of Xu (7-9 PM).
The hall gradually became lively, decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers as if a happy occasion was being held. An elderly man with white hair and wrinkled face could not hide his dignified aura. He leaned on a cane in one hand and held a piece of parchment paper in the other.
The girl in pink following behind had tears in her eyes, and upon closer inspection, there was a bloody scar around her mouth.
"Father, look at my mouth, he did it all! I don't care, I'll make him pay!"
“Xing’er, do you know what you’re saying?” the clan leader sighed. “Young Lord is only punishing you slightly. If you anger him again, even your father might not be able to protect you.”
He couldn't help but recall the temperament of that person from ten thousand years ago, when the upper realm was in a state of panic for so many years...
Despite his fair complexion and smiling face, his methods were ruthless and terrifying; a single displeasure could mean the end of his head.
"Him? His cultivation level isn't high, so what makes him so special? Our clan has already done him a great favor by inviting him in with such courtesy!"
Wan Xing couldn't help but say that her mouth was in excruciating pain, and her father was not only not helping her but also scolding her.
"Enough!" The clan chief frowned, his raised voice making him look much older. "We've really spoiled you all these years. What kind of situation is our clan in now? You don't help the clan share the burden, and you still throw tantrums."
The sound of the cane hitting the ground made Wan Xing's face even more unpleasant. Just as she was about to retort, a cold voice came from behind her.
“Clan leader, Xing’er is still young and doesn’t understand these things, so please don’t be angry,” Wan Qinghuan walked to Wan Xing’s side and patted her shoulder. “The ceremony will begin soon, so go and get ready first.”
"Auntie." Wan Xing teared up, but she could tell that the two had something to discuss. She stomped her foot and ran back to her room helplessly.
"Sigh, she'll find out about this sooner or later," the clan chief said, his gaze lingering on the past. "Our Wood Spirit Clan is no longer what it once was, and now we can only eke out a living in the secret realm."
"Chieftain, Grandma's divination was correct, and the girl who was the variable is now poisoned and under my control. This ceremony will be foolproof."
"That's why I'm so worried." The clan chief looked at the dishes and wine that had been set out on the table below the stage, and the clan members and the God of Fate had arrived and taken their seats one after another. "Please invite the young lord here."
Chi Wenqing strolled over, sat down, and glanced indifferently at the clan leader beside him. His star-like eyes darkened. "Clan leader, I will only make one move. After it's over, I hope you will keep your promise."
Her demeanor was aloof and ethereal, like that of an immortal, and her tone was undeniably assertive.
The clan chief smiled sheepishly, "Our clan would never dare to deceive the young lord. As long as the ceremony is successfully completed, we will present the item with both hands."
——
Separated by only a wall, the main hall was filled with cheers as the ceremony began, while the front hall was deathly silent and cold. Under the dim light, four men surrounded the red sedan chair, staying close by.
The girl under the veil in the red sedan chair had a golden light emanating from her right eye. If someone with sensitive true energy were present, they would be able to detect that she was moving by mobilizing the surrounding true energy!
Mu Jianjian was still wearing a red dress and sat upright in the sedan chair, but fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
She discovered this secret technique by chance. When she channeled all her true energy into her right eye, Mu Jianjian could actually feel the true energy slowly surging in the air!
It seemed that under the gaze of her right eye, the movement of all objects was traceable, including her own.
Try again...
Mu Jianjian recalled the secret technique used by the male cultivator from the Golden Crow Temple during her battle with him. He could flexibly switch between different spaces to achieve the effect of pursuit.
If she were to follow suit and seize upon any clues, she might be able to escape from here.
"Bang--"
A sound came from the red sedan chair, instantly alerting the four people around. The two in front lifted the sedan chair and found that the girl who should have been sitting in the center was now slumped in the corner, without making a sound.
“She—” a man frowned, “Should we pull back the curtain and take a look?”
"Oh well, never mind, she's inside anyway. She probably just got tired from sitting for too long," another man waved his hand. "We're about to carry her out. What trouble could she possibly cause while poisoned?"
"Too."
The four people relaxed, the curtain was closed, and the front hall returned to silence.
No one noticed that under the red veil, beads of sweat had already slid down the girl's neck.
Although she had used up half of her true energy by moving her body even a little, and was also experiencing severe pain in her right eye, Mu Jianjian still couldn't help but feel happy.
This shows that her method of using qi is correct. If given a little more time, she will definitely be able to teleport out of the sedan chair!
"Lift her up," Wan Qinghuan's voice suddenly rang out.
Mu Jianjian's heart, which had just been excited, sank again. The next second, four people lifted the red sedan chair, and she swayed weakly with the movement of the sedan chair, knowing that she didn't have much time left.
This is the last chance, and the only chance.
The red sedan chair stopped in front of the main hall platform with the four people. Wan Qinghuan, dressed in a special brocade robe, said to the crowd below the platform, "This is the destined woman chosen by the God of Fate."
Mu Jianjian forced herself to calm down, not missing a single trace of the flow of true energy around her. Golden light overflowed from her right pupil, gently altering the small space around her.
Through the red cloth, she saw that Wan Qinghuan's hand had already lifted a corner of the gauze curtain.
"rise--"
As Mu Jianjian uttered this word, the gauze curtains were completely lifted, causing an uproar among the crowd.
The red sedan chair was empty!
Wan Qinghuan's expression instantly turned sour, and the four men carrying the sedan chair widened their eyes, desperately trying to explain.
The sedan chair clearly had weight!
Mu Jianjian originally intended to move to the room where she had first put on her makeup, or at the very least, to wait for the poison to wear off by the sacred tree in the holy land. She never expected to fall from the sky in the lobby.
Sure enough, she had just learned this secret technique and couldn't move very far yet.
She's still terrible.
If I had discovered the secret technique in my right eye earlier, I could have learned it sooner and wouldn't be so clumsy, unable to even control the landing point...
Mu Jianjian watched the figures of the people in the hall gradually become clearer, feeling a nauseating sense of weightlessness.
The final teleportation exhausted all her true energy, leaving her with no way out.
She was too weak and messed everything up.
A tear rose from the corner of her eye and quietly disappeared into the air.
As if sensing something, Chi Wenqing, who was sitting down, looked up and saw a view that he would never forget in his life.
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