novelraw Chapter 53 : Please Enter the Urn
Chapter 53 : Please Enter the Urn
Chapter 53: Please Enter the Urn
Immortal Fairy’s willow brows flowed smoothly, as though it were only natural like the sky about to rain: “Right here.”
True Person Han Yi suddenly sensed a trace of danger.
“True Person Han Yi, I actually don’t hate you that much anymore. If not for you, perhaps I would never have met Young Master.”
As the Immortal Fairy’s words fell, the sword followed and arrived before True Person Han Yi.
“Stubborn fool!”
True Person Han Yi clashed head-on with Xia Lianxue, staggering backward several heavy steps.
She set down the coffin, then once again met Xia Lianxue’s sword.
Xia Lianxue had just entered the Fifth Realm, while True Person Han Yi had settled in the Sixth Realm for a hundred years.
This should have been a battle with no suspense.
Yet reality was not so.
True Person Han Yi was already injured, not to mention Xia Lianxue’s Dao aura was now bizarre.
Xia Lianxue’s relentless sword techniques gave True Person Han Yi not the slightest chance to catch her breath: “As Elder of the Jade Palace, you slandered a True Disciple, committed betrayal against the Palace. Han Yi, you deserve death.”
“What do you understand!? It’s all that old hag Hanshui’s fault.
If not for her, Lin Lang and I would have been together for life!”
True Person Han Yi raised her sword, bringing it down with the force of ten thousand jun.
But the white-dressed Immortal Fairy only stood suspended in the air, saying: “Reverse!”
Her sword suddenly turned its head, and the force of the strike directly dissipated.
Lu Changyuan’s pupils abruptly widened.
Was this…the power of the Dao of Time?
True Person Han Yi froze in midair for an instant, but in that instant, Xia Lianxue’s sword, carrying a biting wind, had already reached her face.
Rip—
A severed ear fell to the ground.
If not for True Person Han Yi dodging quickly, this sword would have claimed her life.
True Person Han Yi looked on in disbelief: “You reversed my technique?”
Xia Lianxue spoke lightly: “That year, your husband accepted a new wife arranged by the Immortal Palace.”
How unlike the Little Doctor, who steadfastly rejected the new wife.
“You seemed to care very much.
But if you truly loved your husband, why, after ascending the mountain, did you never descend again? If you truly hated Hanshui, why didn’t you dare fight her to the death after reaching the Sixth Realm? Were you perhaps trapped by someone?”
True Person Han Yi was not worth Jade Palace fabricating a town for her sake.
It was only that she saw her husband had taken a new wife, and thus never wished to return to the mortal world.
True Person Han Yi’s face suddenly twisted into ferocity: “What do you understand! Have you ever severed mortal bonds? Have you ever loved someone!?”
In truth, she had never loved Lin Yi that deeply.
It was only obsession that turned into hatred, hatred etched into her very bones, festering into three hundred years of resentment.
Xia Lianxue sighed and spoke no more.
The autumn wind lightly brushed her white skirt.
The Immortal Fairy’s voice seemed to come from within the wind: “I do not wish to entangle with the rights and wrongs of the past. I only wish to kill you.”
You destroyed my cultivation, tormented me until I was near death.
You wanted to kill me, so I want to kill you.
Thus Xia Lianxue raised her sword, desolation attaching itself to the blade, bringing with it a sorrowful chill.
What was autumn?
It was passing and harvest, death and rebirth.
The cold pool reflected azure clouds flowing; one forest of golden leaves, one forest of autumn.
Therefore.
Autumn was White.
The sword fell.
True Person Han Yi stared blankly at her own chest, then fell to her knees.
Her heart meridians were wholly pierced by this sword—death inevitable.
“Lin Lang…Lin Lang, Lin Lang!” True Person Han Yi murmured: “My Lin Lang.”
She crawled inch by inch toward the coffin, blood staining the earth red.
With her last strength, she pushed the coffin open, tears slowly falling.
But within that coffin, where was there any Lin Lang? Only a dried corpse puppet.
True Person Han Yi felt as though struck by lightning.
She realized she had been deceived by the Corpse Puppet Sect and Canglan Sect, but it was too late to undo her mistake.
At the final moment, she collapsed into the coffin.
Xia Lianxue wiped her sword clean, then obediently walked to Lu Changyuan’s side and softly called: “Young Master.”
Lu Changyuan looked at the little Immortal Fairy before him, wanting to speak, but not knowing where to begin.
Suddenly, Xia Lianxue threw herself into Lu Changyuan’s arms like a fledgling swallow, greedily breathing in his scent.
She asked: “Young Master, was I amazing?”
Just like many, many years ago, that night when he and his fiancée lay on the grass counting stars.
He had been dazzled, miscounted, while his fiancée reached the two hundred and forty-seventh star and laughed as she asked him: “Brother Lu, am I amazing or not?”
Lu Changyuan stroked her head and said: “Amazing. You wielded the White Sword very well.”
Xia Lianxue suddenly grew a little flustered, stammering: “It wasn’t me who severed Han Yi’s mortal bond… I don’t interfere with Palace matters.”
“I know, you have always had a gentle temperament.”
“Young Master, are you looking for the Drunken Red Luan?”
Lu Changyuan gave a small hum in reply.
Even now, he still did not know what exactly Drunken Red Luan was.
But in his eyes—
【Drunken Red Luan has ripened】
Xia Lianxue’s crescent eyes curved, her smile as enchanting and red as a crabapple blossom: “I know. When everything is over, I’ll give Drunken Red Luan to Young Master, all right?”
Was there such a thing?
The soft meal he hadn’t gotten to eat before—he could now eat it!
Lu Changyuan couldn’t help but think again—bad, now it seemed…he couldn’t beat her anymore!
So Lu Changyuan said “all right,” lifted his head toward the sky, and added: “It seems the True Persons of Jade Palace… are not quite normal.”
The mist in the heavens turned to blood-red.
A blood moon slowly rose into the sky.
The clouds twisted and churned.
In the end, they formed into a clear lotus flower.
The blood-red skeleton cracked like a mirror, then collapsed completely.
True Person Han Ze’s sword had cleaved apart the blood-red skeleton.
Scarlet blood rained down from the sky, as though a rain of blood had fallen.
She stepped forth expressionless from the air, her pure white Dao robe unstained, like a lotus emerging from the mire untainted.
The wind stopped in that instant.
True Person Han Ze said blandly: “That should be enough.”
And then something fell.
At first, it was a crisp tinkling like raindrops striking water, then grew into an ever more frenzied downpour.
Until that one sound.
Clang!
All starlight fell along with it.
The moon fell!
True Person Qingxue looked on in disbelief.
That enormous moon directly crashed onto his body, the surging shockwave uprooting nearby trees and sending them flying to unknown places.
A shapeless pool of blood shrieked sharply: “Your Moon-Reflecting Technique… you actually trained it to this level!?”
True Person Han Ze gave no reply.
Instead, she extended her hand, and a delicate seal-sword slowly floated up.
“This is the key to my Palace’s Mountain-Protecting Formation.
Before entering seclusion, Hanshui entrusted it to me, and I have tempered it day and night.”
The small sword began to melt, collapse, then recombine, finally transforming into a smaller moon.
Qiu Yuehan lifted her head, gazing at the true moon in the sky.
That seal-sword was resonating with the true moon.
Resonating with the true moon!?
What Dao was True Person Han Ze cultivating?
True Person Han Ze spoke calmly: “Han Yi was a fool. She even did something like colluding with outsiders. But no matter—it just so happens I needed a little more to step into Jade Radiance.”
Someone came flying from afar, shouting shrilly: “We’ve been tricked! The Jade Palace’s Mountain-Protecting Formation has been altered into a blood-sacrificing formation. Someone wants to refine us alive!”
The one flying over was True Person Withered Corpse.
His face was twisted with terror, only half his body remaining, while the other half looked as though devoured by some horrific thing.
At last, a smile appeared on True Person Han Ze’s face.
It was a smile beyond description.
She said—
“Didn’t Han Yi tell you? I modified the formation.
All of you—become the foundation of my Dao!”