novelraw Chapter 47 : The Tomb of My Husband, Lu Changyuan
Chapter 47 : The Tomb of My Husband, Lu Changyuan
Chapter 47: The Tomb of My Husband, Lu Changyuan
“After that person shattered the grand array, the sect rebuilt it, reconstructing the formation with the Heaven-Purifying Dao Lotus as its foundation.”
The Immortal Fairy’s voice was soft and pleasant.
Who was so bad as to shatter someone else’s grand array?
Oh.
It was me.
Not only did I shatter the Feather Moon Immortal Palace’s grand array, but I also dragged out Feng Xianlong and gave her a beating.
The sins one committed, one still had to repay oneself.
Lu Changyuan asked doubtfully: “How did the Immortal Fairy come to know of such a secret?”
Such a bottom-of-the-chest secret, even if Xia Lianxue had once been a True Disciple, she should not have known it.
“I read it from some of the sect’s ancient texts, Young Master.”
Lu Changyuan tidied up Severed Thought and said: “Shouldn’t we buy some Fasting Pills? I still need to eat.”
【Drunken Red Luan is about to be born】
【Jade Palace is about to be exterminated】
Xia Lianxue seemed not to have heard Lu Changyuan’s words. She only tightened her grip a little more, as strange images once again surged within her mind.
Before long.
A heavy shout—“Come back to yourself!”
Xia Lianxue suddenly snapped out of her daze: “Young Master?”
Lu Changyuan stretched out a finger and waved it in front of her: “What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?”
Xia Lianxue herself did not know what she had been thinking about. Her long hair swayed gently in the wind: “Nothing at all.”
The closer they drew to Jade Palace, the more bizarre images arose in her mind. This was the first time she had ever experienced such a thing.
Lu Changyuan said calmly: “Let’s go. We should ascend the ladder now.”
The two had already arrived at the starting point of the Heavenly Ladder.
Ahead lay ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.
Looking upward from the very bottom, all that could be seen were endless stairs, their end nowhere in sight.
At the end of those steps stood the unattainable, lofty Jade Palace.
The two stepped onto the staircase almost at the same time.
Lu Changyuan asked casually: “What Dao did you comprehend?”
Xia Lianxue shook her head: “Young Master, I originally thought I comprehended the Sword Dao.”
What did she mean by originally thought?
Boom!
A muffled thunderclap resounded.
Xia Lianxue suddenly clutched Lu Changyuan’s hand, fear in her voice: “Young Master, something... something is calling my name.”
Lu Changyuan naturally sensed it as well.
That thing was not only attracting Xia Lianxue, it was attracting him too.
No—more precisely, it was calling.
So Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes and said: “Don’t resist. Let’s go see what it is.”
Their figures suddenly transformed into a streak of flowing light and disappeared from the staircase.
“Where are we now?”
Before Lu Changyuan appeared a white cascade, falling from a great height, roaring as if to shake heaven and earth.
It crashed down into a pool, churning the surface as though boiling, splashing water that struck against the stone steps below.
Behind them stretched a bamboo grove. Tall, slender stalks reached skyward, blotting out the sun.
Even in autumn, they remained a deep, lush green.
And the pull was coming from behind the bamboo.
Xia Lianxue’s heart pounded so fiercely that her very breath felt stifled: “Up ahead is where the Palace Mistress secluded herself... it’s a forbidden area.”
From the day she entered the sect, she had never seen the Palace Mistress. Whatever others said about her, she simply accepted.
Sensing the Immortal Fairy trembling slightly, Lu Changyuan reached out, gently patting her head and toying with a lock of her hair: “Come, let’s go take a look.”
Xia Lianxue lifted his hand away from her head. She thought his hand was rather large, at least larger than hers.
“That is a forbidden place, Young Master!”
Sure enough, after passing through the bamboo grove, they came to a cliff. Across from the cliff hovered a mountain suspended in mid-air.
From a distance, the immeasurable white mist rendered the immortal mountain ethereal, as though it were the abode of ageless immortals in myth.
That was where the Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress had secluded herself.
Lu Changyuan halted before the cliff’s edge.
“Young Master, we cannot go any further. If we go further, we will reverse into old age!”
Xia Lianxue tugged at his hand.
Lu Changyuan muttered: “What great ambition.”
“Young Master?”
This was the Dao radiating from the Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress.
Approaching this place meant being influenced by her Dao, regressing in age. By the time one reached the immortal mountain, one would likely have already become a swaddled infant.
If one still tried to proceed upward, one would die beneath the projection of her Dao.
This was the power of those at the Jade Radiance stage of the Seven Realms.
“Your Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress is truly bold.”
With the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique circulating, Lu Changyuan’s heart remained still as water.
“What you see before you is an immortal mountain, isn’t it?”
Xia Lianxue asked curiously: “Does it not appear that way to Young Master?”
Lu Changyuan shook his head: “In my eyes, what stands before us... is a thatched hut.”
A sudden warmth spread across her hand.
The Immortal Fairy lowered her head to see that Lu Changyuan had, at some point, taken her hand in his.
“Don’t get lost in thought. I’ll take you to see it.”
Lu Changyuan stepped forward. To Xia Lianxue, it felt as if everything was retreating.
Though they seemed to advance, they were actually falling backward.
Winter, autumn, summer, spring.
Everything receded.
Time flowed in reverse.
She had no idea how long it lasted.
Time lost all meaning.
Xia Lianxue only clung tightly to Lu Changyuan’s hand, not daring to let go.
“We’ve arrived. Your Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress does indeed have ability.”
Xia Lianxue cautiously opened her eyes. Before her no longer lay an immortal mountain across a cliff, but a small thatched hut, surrounded by a void of bright yellow.
Familiarity surged.
Memory could no longer be suppressed, spilling forth in torrents.
The Immortal Fairy was dazed.
That hut seemed as ordinary as any country cottage.
Not far away stood a tall tree, beneath which was stacked a neat pile of firewood—just enough for a farm household’s use.
Everything was in perfect order, just like the home of a mortal farmer.
Lu Changyuan stretched out his hand, caressing the thick rings of the old tree.
“As I thought. The immortal mountain you see is not truly where your Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress secluded herself. She used her Dao to twist time, creating this space beyond time. That is why you cannot recall her name—because she erased herself.”
With the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, illusions could be pierced, and the reality beyond time perceived.
Xia Lianxue said nothing.
She only stood beneath the tree, carefully observing everything.
Suddenly, a wave of something called happiness welled up inside her heart.
She did not know where it came from.
Perhaps it was because she had come here together with Young Master.
Lu Changyuan said: “She wishes to break through beyond Jade Radiance, to step into Transcendence. Since when has the world birthed someone this formidable?”
To use the Dao of Time itself as authority to prove the Dao—what kind of talent was that?
“Young Master.”
Xia Lianxue’s voice was soft, dreamlike: “Look, there is a grave over there.”
Only then did Lu Changyuan turn his gaze.
Not far away stood a small grave.
Words were etched upon it, though blurred by the peculiar nature of this place.
“Whose grave is this?”
It couldn’t possibly be the Palace Mistress of Jade Palace’s own grave.
Surely she would not erect a tomb for herself.
Step by step, enduring the crushing weight of time, Lu Changyuan walked to the grave.
Before it lay an embroidered sachet, one he found very familiar.
Then he lifted his gaze.
The handwriting on the gravestone was delicate yet hurried—evidence of the Jade Palace’s Palace Mistress’s grief when carving it.
He read the inscription aloud, word by word.
In that moment, time slowed almost to a standstill.
“The Tomb of My Husband, Lu Changyuan.”
This was... his tomb?
There was a grave here—his grave?