klisemfg Chapter 1920
Chapter 1920
The further she flipped through the book, the less interested she became. Just as she was about to close the book and return it to Yunxiao, her junior sister stopped her.
"Turn to the next page! The big event happened in the Heartless Holy Land—they've gained two new Holy Sons. I heard they were designated as Holy Sons right after becoming disciples, much faster than our Holy Land's advancement speed!" Yunxiao leaned closer, his tone tinged with curiosity.
"The ranking battle will be held in less than a hundred years. Senior Sister, you are the ninth Holy Maiden of our sect. If you want, you can definitely represent the sect in the battle!"
Lu Xueqi shook her head slightly, her fingertips tracing the pages of the book: "Master told me to focus on my cultivation and not to get involved in other matters."
Yunxiao secretly curled her lip—what do you mean by "cultivate in peace"? It's just that she's afraid you'll come into contact with the outside world too early and ruin the artistic conception of "wedding dress".
But she didn't dare to say it outright, so she could only advise from another angle: "You can't always be in seclusion! How can you reach the peak of the Void Reversal Realm so quickly by just meditating and cultivating? Go out and experience the world, spar with your peers a few times, and you might be able to see the shortcomings of your Great Dao, and break through even faster!"
These words did give Lu Xueqi a thought—she desperately wanted to become stronger and find her clansmen. However, her inner obsession with cultivation made her somewhat resistant, and in the end, she followed Yunxiao's advice and continued flipping through the booklet.
According to the order of the list, the list of holy sons of the Heartless Holy Land was on the last page. As the pages rustled, Lu Xueqi's gaze swept over the names: Bai Qianhuan, Bai Qianjue, Xuan Hao, Liuli, Cang Xuanyue…
When the four characters “Chen Xuan (Bei Ming)” came into view, her fingertips suddenly stopped.
At first, it was just a fleeting glance, but the next second, it was as if something broke free of the shackles of memory—the image of that small Taoist temple atop Tangwu Mountain a hundred years ago suddenly flashed back into her mind: the morning dew, the old locust tree in front of the temple, and that blurry, mist-like figure who always smiled and called her "Xueqi"...
“This…” Lu Xueqi’s face turned pale instantly, and her head throbbed with pain.
All her memories became clear, except for one person's face—she clearly remembered that there was someone who had watched the sunrise with her, taught her about herbs and swordsmanship, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall his appearance. Only a frantic cry remained in her heart: I can't forget! I can't forget him!
The "Wedding Dress Immortal Technique" is inherently a method of ruthlessness, and it is most incompatible with emotional fluctuations.
At this moment, memories of past love and the backlash from her cultivation technique were fiercely clashing in her mind. The more she tried to recall them, the more frantic the backlash from her cultivation technique became.
Lu Xueqi held her head in her hands, curled up on the futon, and groaned softly in pain. In the end, the cultivation technique she had practiced for a hundred years prevailed and suppressed that vague memory again.
"Wow—" A mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, splattering onto her white skirt like a blooming red plum blossom.
Yunxiao turned pale with fright and quickly supported the barely breathing Lu Xueqi. He anxiously asked, "Senior Sister, what's wrong?" while taking out a translucent white pill and stuffing it into her mouth: "This is a 'Mind-Concentrating Pill,' take it quickly!"
Lu Xueqi swallowed the pill, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the name "Chen Xuan (Bei Ming)" on the booklet, and tears fell uncontrollably. This name, this Daoist title, felt incredibly familiar and close to her, as if it were engraved in her soul.
"Who...who is he?" Her voice trembled as she pointed to the name and looked at Yunxiao.
Looking at her like this, how could Yunxiao not guess that there must be a reason behind it?
However, the "Wedding Dress Immortal Skill" is domineering and will gradually erase the holder's emotional memories, especially those related to "love".
She could only explain based on the information she knew: "His name is Chen Xuan, his Daoist name is Beiming. He's a newly promoted Holy Son of the Heartless Holy Land, and he and another woman named Qiu Zixian were designated as Holy Sons right after they became disciples. Senior Sister, you... know him?"
Lu Xueqi shook her head, then nodded subconsciously, tears blurring her vision: "I don't know... but I feel that he is someone I used to know, and he is very important to me."
Yunxiao sighed inwardly, but dared not say anything more, only quickly giving instructions:
"Senior sister, please don't tell anyone that I came to see you today, or Uncle will punish me! If you have nothing else, I'll leave now to avoid being seen."
Seeing that Lu Xueqi's expression had softened slightly, she added, "Senior sister, don't be too eager for quick success in your cultivation. The 'Wedding Dress Immortal Technique' is special in itself. Going out more might be better for your state of mind—I believe Uncle-Master won't refuse you."
Lu Xueqi, with blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth, weakly nodded, her gaze still fixed on that name.
The gates of Yunxian Palace closed again. Yunxiao had barely flown a thousand miles away when a figure in azure stepped out of the void – it was none other than Xiao Xuanche, the first holy son of Yaoguang Holy Land.
"Oh? It's Junior Sister Yunxiao? Where are you going in such a hurry?" Xiao Xuanche's gaze fell on her with a hint of scrutiny, then he glanced in the direction of Yunxian Palace and asked casually.
Yunxiao's heart tightened, but she forced a smile: "It's Senior Brother Xuanche! I just went to pay my respects to Senior Sister Xueqi. She's still cultivating diligently in the palace. She's so hardworking."
Her words carried a hint of sarcasm—everyone knew that Xiao Xuanche was the Holy Lord's chosen beneficiary of the "wedding dress," and the higher Lu Xueqi's cultivation and the deeper her foundation, the greater the benefit to him.
Xiao Xuanche naturally understood her implied meaning, but smiled indifferently:
"Junior Sister Xueqi has exceptional talent and is hardworking. She will surely break through soon. Now that you have finished watching her, Junior Sister, you should go back to cultivate as soon as possible. The ranking battle a hundred years from now will require the help of people like us."
Yunxiao sneered inwardly, but nodded in agreement on the surface. She turned and transformed into a streak of light, hurrying away—she didn't want to spend another moment with this "hypocrite."