novelraw Chapter 63 : Feng Xianlong
Chapter 63 : Feng Xianlong
Chapter 63: Feng Xianlong
Having already taken on Xia Lianxue’s appearance, Ancestor Red Luan excitedly confirmed: “Yes.”
Once the little fairy admitted she deserved death, she would begin to dissipate into sitting transformation, and this body would then belong to her.
A soft yet steady voice came forth.
Xia Lianxue suddenly said: “Indeed, I do deserve to die, but not at your hands.”
Ancestor Red Luan froze for a moment, then was struck with horror, for Xia Lianxue slowly stood up, and the wedding garment on her body vanished.
Her mind-bewitching technique had failed.
Xia Lianxue touched the space between her brows.
That was the mark Lu Changyuan had left with the Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique.
Whenever Xia Lianxue’s mind wavered, it would automatically appear, clearing her Spirit Platform for half a day.
The aura of the Dao of Time gradually spread out.
Ancestor Red Luan had previously hidden herself within the painting, concealing her presence perfectly, so Xia Lianxue had not noticed. But now that she had revealed herself, Xia Lianxue could naturally trace back this cause and effect.
“You want to seize my body?” Xia Lianxue’s expression remained calm, as though she were discussing something unrelated to herself: “Even if you succeeded in seizing me, you would still die.”
Ancestor Red Luan abruptly stood up. Her body began to blur and grow larger, until she almost filled the entire grand hall.
She shrieked: “Give me your body…”
Bang!
The breath leaked away.
Ancestor Red Luan spat out a mouthful of blood. Her figure rapidly shrank, scarlet pus and blood seeping from all seven orifices.
The backlash of the Heaven-Stealing Substitute Technique had arrived.
She looked toward the distance in disbelief, toward the place outside the illusory grand hall—the bridal chamber.
Xia Lianxue smiled gently. From Ancestor Red Luan’s miserable appearance, she seemed to glimpse Lu Changyuan’s faint, mocking smile.
“Truly, Young Master is…”
Though Lu Changyuan was confident Xia Lianxue could win, he had still laid down two layers of insurance for her.
“The feeling of being protected is truly intoxicating.”
Xia Lianxue narrowed her eyes slightly, reaching out her hand.
Ancestor Red Luan was caught in her palm: “In those years of emptiness, it was precisely by relying on this warmth that I endured.”
Bang!
She trapped Ancestor Red Luan tightly in midair, then unraveled her like peeling silk, turning her into ink that dripped to the ground with a dull ticking sound.
Xia Lianxue was a gentle and lovely fairy. Palace Mistress Jade of the Jade Palace, Xia Yutang, was not.
No one would think that a Palace Mistress who had survived the chaos of a hundred years and established the Jade Palace as one of the Twelve Palaces of the Nine Gates was merely a sweet, cloying little fairy who only knew how to call “husband,” right?
“Young Master said, those who reach the end of cultivation are all obsessives. I suppose I am one too.”
Her tone was bright, as though she felt no shame whatsoever about this.
“And what’s so wrong with that?”
Thus the ink dispersed, the illusion shattered, and she once again saw Lu Changyuan.
Lu Changyuan was sitting on the high hall’s two chairs, watching her with a smile. Her heart once again felt warm and light.
Xia Lianxue softly said: “Young Master, she has not yet died.”
Lu Changyuan nodded, unsurprised.
Yaoguang was difficult to kill.
Xia Lianxue paused: “Young Master knew?”
“More or less guessed.”
Su Youwan did not understand what the two were speaking of. She only thought this husband and wife were unbearably mushy, playing riddles with each other here.
Xia Lianxue looked outside the hall: “She’s coming. Let me handle it—after all, her target is me.”
Some, after suffering backlash and having their possession plans shattered, would rage in fury.
From the ink rain flew a skeleton. When the ink rained upon it, flesh grew, and it became a young immortal fairy.
A cultivator of the Jade Palace’s Illusory Moon Dao, Sixth Realm Dawning Sun, True Person Han Lian!
No—at this moment, she should be called:
Ancestor Red Luan!
Lu Changyuan spoke faintly: “So this senior sister of yours, her disappearance back then was because she was consumed into the painting.”
Time rewound three hundred years.
At that time, Xia Lianxue had already attained Yaoguang.
Logically, Ancestor Red Luan could never have possessed her. So she had prepared another move.
Fellow cultivator of the Illusory Moon Dao, Han Lian, had been lured into the painting.
She then met a tragic death within, and Ancestor Red Luan used Han Lian’s fleshly body as her backup choice.
Lu Changyuan lifted his sword, sword intent rising in a mist.
“Hm?”
Strangely, Ancestor Red Luan did not fly toward the three of them but instead darted rapidly into the distance.
Boom!!!
Lightning fell violently.
Jiang Jiayi sheathed her sword.
Golden thunder tribulation rumbled from the heavens, Heaven’s wrath sweeping through all, splitting the clouds before crashing upon the painting.
“The Painting Demon’s art?”
Years ago, Ancestor Red Luan had suppressed the Painting Demon but was instead invaded by it. Yet she had also learned some of its abilities.
Whether persisting through paintings, or establishing a scroll with the Illusory Moon Dao, all this was the result of her millennia-long fusion with the Painting Demon.
Jiang Jiayi gazed coldly at the terrifying heavenly tribulation striking down.
Ancestor Red Luan had clung to life for so long, evading Heaven’s Dao before. But now, injured and revealed, she naturally had to be purged by Heaven’s Dao.
She had planned to seize Xia Lianxue before tribulation struck, deceiving Heaven once more.
Unfortunately, from the very start, she never had any chance of victory.
Be it Daoist Chang’an who innately restrained the Illusory Moon Dao, or Xia Lianxue who cultivated the laws of Time, or Jiang Jiayi with her innate Sword Body.
Every person here could ruin her plans.
Ancestor Red Luan was finally annihilated beneath the world-shaking thunder tribulation.
In the distance, the painting gradually crumbled.
The Jade Palace returned to the earth.
It was as though nothing had ever happened, leaving only the tranquil grand hall.
Jiang Jiayi sheathed her sword, thinking that now it should truly be over.
It was time to return to the mountain.
This journey had indeed contained far too many encounters.
Screech!!!
Jiang Jiayi suddenly snapped her head toward the sky.
The tribulation had not yet ended!?
Beyond the golden thunder, crimson lightning was slowly forming.
Someone else had provoked Heaven’s Dao?
Who?
At her side, Qiu Yuehan suddenly cried out. The anklet on her foot flared with light, and a shadow sighed, slowly solidifying as it emerged.
Jiang Jiayi looked on in disbelief.
“Feng Xianlong!?”
But more disbelieving than she was, was Qiu Yuehan herself.
The anklet had been left by her parents, yet for as long as she could remember, she had grown up on the villagers’ meals, and was later sent to the Jade Palace to cultivate.
Thus, she had never seen her parents.
The shadow turned, gently stroking Qiu Yuehan’s face.
In that moment—
Qiu Yuehan finally understood what True Person Hanshui had meant when she said, “You resemble the Palace Mistress in her youth.”
What Hanshui referred to was not the Jade Palace’s mistress, but the last Palace Mistress of the Feather Moon Immortal Palace—Feng Xianlong.
Qiu Yuehan was Feng Xianlong’s daughter!
“Feng Xianlong, you did not die?!”
The shadow shook her head: “This is but the final wisp of my master’s art, not the master herself.”
Feng Xianlong had indeed perished, yet she had left behind a trace of thought upon her daughter’s anklet.