novelraw Chapter 55 : Palace Mistress Jade
Chapter 55 : Palace Mistress Jade
Chapter 55: Palace Mistress Jade
“Back then, Young Master helped me expel the demon, but you even touched my whole body. Mm, and you touched it quite roughly too. Oh, right—Young Master, did you enter my dream at that time?”
Lu Changyuan’s voice was calm: “Enter your dream?”
The Immortal Fairy suddenly said again: “Between me and my senior sister, whose skin is smoother?”
What on earth are you even talking about?
I don’t understand at all.
Lu Changyuan turned his head, only to see Xia Lianxue’s playful smile. Such an expression was rare for the Immortal Fairy.
Like a demoness.
Xia Lianxue suddenly threw herself into Lu Changyuan’s arms, rubbing her little head hard against his robe several times before finally turning away.
The Immortal Fairy raised her hand.
The world came to a halt. Everything became sluggish, as if sinking into a quagmire.
The countless blood-colored tentacles connecting to the Blood Moon were severed inch by inch. Scarlet, sticky secretions rained down upon the earth, their nauseating stench spreading in all directions.
From above, Han Ze roared: “Who is it?”
Xia Lianxue’s lotus steps swayed lightly, and the mist suddenly scattered as if fleeing from her presence.
The true moonlight spilled upon her, as if draping her in a soft veil.
The two moons in the sky opposed one another.
Han Ze cultivated the True Moon Dao.
If she truly entered the Seventh Realm, Jade Radiance, she would become the second moon.
But in the end, it was the Blood Moon that shone upon Xia Lianxue.
She made no further movements—just stood there in her plain white dress, yet time itself seemed softened, as though heaven and earth contained nothing but that single white skirt.
She no longer walked the Red Dust Path. Thus, the laws of the Seventh Realm, Jade Radiance, bloomed fully.
The entire Feather Moon Immortal Palace was as though cut away from the flow of time itself.
The Immortal Fairy stretched out her hand, gently twisting it backward.
Time began to reverse.
The tentacles, not yet fully severed, shortened, withdrew, and vanished.
The Blood Moon regressed step by step until it became True Person Han Ze once more.
The entire Feather Moon Immortal Palace also rewound, along with its protective mountain formation.
The shattered mountain gate, the broken white jade pavilions, the fallen tiles and crumbled bricks—all pieced themselves together bit by bit until once again they formed lofty halls, as if nothing had ever happened.
True Person Han Ze stared at Xia Lianxue in disbelief. She whispered: “Palace Mistress?”
The blurred visage of the Palace Mistress gradually emerged.
Xia Lianxue no longer needed to prove herself above the Seventh Realm.
Everyone who had once remembered her regained their memories naturally.
Among the countless stars in the heavens, one suddenly flared bright.
That was her star—the proof of engraving one’s Dao into the night sky upon entering Jade Radiance.
Xia Lianxue gazed at Han Ze and said: “I cannot save you.”
Though True Person Han Ze had lost the demonic body of the Blood Moon, it did not mean she was free of the Desire Demon’s corruption. Her face twisted in ferocity as she turned into a streak of blood-light, rushing at Xia Lianxue: “Palace Mistress, will you too block my path to Jade Radiance? Then I will take you as the foundation of my Dao! Once I ascend, our Feather Moon Immortal Palace will endure for millennia!”
The wind howled.
She struck.
Xia Lianxue softly said: “It was Han Lian who first led you into the Palace. That was four hundred years ago. You have done much for the Feather Moon Immortal Palace—more than I. You are more like the Palace Mistress. I am useless.”
The Immortal Fairy waved her hand, scattering the clouds.
Suddenly, a massive light flared in the night.
Boom!
A great thunderbolt fell.
Heaven’s Dao did not permit a demonized being to remain in the world.
The only reason Su Wu Xiang had withstood the first tribulation thunder was because he still had his demonic body. But now that Xia Lianxue had reversed time and stripped Han Ze of hers, she could no longer resist.
“I am not qualified to punish you, for you… became a demon because of me.”
What was True Person Han Ze’s “desire”?
It was not like Su Wu Xiang, who craved the power of Jade Radiance.
What she wanted was to extend the Feather Moon Immortal Palace’s inheritance.
The first to enter the Forbidden Area to investigate Palace Mistress Jade had not been True Person Han Yi—it had been Han Ze.
True Person Han Ze had confirmed that Palace Mistress Jade was no longer within the Forbidden Area, the Dao laws absent.
Only then did she begin planning to step into Jade Radiance. But later, desire obscured her true heart, turning into obsession.
She strayed further and further, until at last she even sought to sacrifice her fellow disciples of the Palace.
Xia Lianxue looked at True Person Han Ze with sorrow.
Bolt after bolt of lightning lit up the night sky.
When darkness finally returned, True Person Han Ze was gone.
Of the three True Persons of Feather Moon, two were now dead and one wounded.
Only True Person Han Qiu remained.
And perhaps because Han Ze had suffered Heaven’s punishment, the sky wept, seeking to wash the world’s filth clean.
The rain grew ever more desolate.
The clouds parted, revealing golden light within.
Xia Lianxue looked up at the clouds, then turned her head.
Her star in the sky shone suddenly bright, but upon closer inspection, it was fractured.
She had failed her Red Dust Trial and naturally suffered heavy backlash.
But it did not matter.
Xia Lianxue looked at Lu Changyuan with gentle eyes.
She had once again seen the person she longed to see.
The Immortal Fairy walked to his side and took his hand: “Young Master?”
Lu Changyuan stared intently at the sky.
Heaven’s Dao was enraged.
Why?
Han Ze was already dead. Why had the thunder tribulation not yet vanished?
The rain poured harder.
Xia Lianxue’s soft voice drifted, drawing his attention away: “Young Master, come with me to retrieve the Drunken Red Luan.”
“What exactly is the Drunken Red Luan?”
The Immortal Fairy’s tenderness was like flowing water, her beauty impossible to look away from: “Young Master will know in a moment.”
The wind blew, and when Lu Changyuan opened his eyes again, he was back on the Immortal Mountain.
The same great old tree.
The same small thatched hut. The same lonely grave in the distance.
“Why bring me here?”
Xia Lianxue smiled playfully: “I hid the Drunken Red Luan inside the house. I’ll go get it for Young Master.”
Before Lu Changyuan could react, the little Immortal Fairy skipped into the house.
Just like the little girl from back then.
Lu Changyuan sighed, then sat down beside his own grave. Inside lay Lu Changyuan, and also Daoist Chang’an.
He was thinking of another matter.
Something he had long suspected.
Why did he feel that this world was a game? Clearly, everything was so real, the memories so vivid.
He even remembered the reason he first cultivated the Dao.
Daoist Chang’an cultivated the Dao of Ruthlessness, the Dao of Slaughter.
Because his cultivation path had not been fortunate.
It had been powerless.
The cultivation world of old had been far more chaotic than now. To be weak was to be no longer human, but prey for others.
Some had said: “If others can eat, why can’t I? We all die eventually—better that you die for me to eat!”
Others had said: “Sacrifice one city of mortals to slay a great demon—why not? Kill this demon, and in the future more mortals will live!”
The sword-wielding heroes of old became cold-blooded overlords, and in turn, man-eating demons.
Demons ate humans, demonic cultivators ate humans, Desire Demons ate humans.
And the so-called righteous path? It gradually became another man-eating demonic path.
In such an environment, everyone went mad.
The warmth of the sun and cold of the moon wore away human lifespans.
One after another, those Daoist Chang’an knew strayed into obsession and became demons.
The world was thick with foul miasma, babies’ cries echoing, night ghosts feeding on men.
What could Daoist Chang’an do?
He was just an ordinary cultivator, not some savior, nor one chosen by destiny.
All he had was the three-foot sword in his hand. So he tried to carve out a clear and bright sky with slaughter.
Did he succeed?
He did not know.
But surely, it was a little better than before.