“You want us to give you an explanation?” Qi Tuo, the Heavenly Deity, sat imposingly above, his face dark as he glared down at the woman in white, killing intent thick in the air.
No matter what, this was the Celestial City. Outsiders should not act recklessly here. Regardless of what the Celestial Clan had done, no one else had the right to interfere or threaten them.
The other Heavenly Deities also watched with icy gazes. As deities, they rarely showed emotional fluctuations, but this time they were visibly unsettled. Their glyphs flared, ready to strike.
“You can’t handle them alone. You should leave now,” Shi Hao transmitted silently, not believing Ye Qingxian could truly be invincible in the Celestial City.
“Relax, you’re my little brother. Of course, I’ll take you with me,” Ye Qingxian replied with a laugh, utterly unperturbed.
Shi Hao was speechless—she wanted to claim him as her little brother?!
“Immortal Maiden, do you take older brothers too?” Kong Qiuji shamelessly stepped forward, grinning obsequiously.
“Scram!” Though Ye Qingxian was ethereally beautiful, almost dreamlike in her grace, she didn’t mince words when it mattered. Her single retort left the bald man rolling his eyes.
“Enough!” Qi Tuo barked, his gaze turning even colder as he watched her converse casually while ignoring the Heavenly Deities.
“Are you trying to give me an explanation?” Ye Qingxian turned and asked.
“This is the Celestial Clan, not your sect. Whether we captured the treacherous Shi Hao or executed him on the spot, it’s none of your concern!” Qi Tuo said coldly, glancing at Shi Hao.
“Calling someone who aided the Celestial Clan a scheming rogue—how shameless! And to kill him without hesitation—how tyrannical!” Ye Qingxian sneered, her hair fluttering as her slender frame glowed faintly.
Qi Tuo’s eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he spat out a purple gourd, radiant with auspicious light.
“Seal!” he commanded, activating the Heavenly Deity artifact.
The gourd expanded, its mouth densely inscribed with glyphs, transforming into a violet vortex that devoured everything. Mist swirled as it sought to draw Ye Qingxian inside.
Her body shimmered as she raised a finger, releasing a ripple that resonated like a tolling bell, striking the gourd.
*Clang!*
The sound reverberated through heaven and earth like the chime of dawn and dusk.
Sparks flew as the ripple struck the gourd, causing it to tremble violently, glyphs bursting forth.
“Suppress!” Qi Tuo roared, shocked that his Heavenly Deity artifact couldn’t budge her. He hurled the gourd directly at her.
This was a treasure ranked among the finest of Heavenly Deity artifacts, now resembling a towering violet-gold mountain descending with crushing force.
“Seize!”
To everyone’s astonishment, Ye Qingxian uttered a soft command. Her body glowed as ripples coiled like ropes, layer upon layer, binding the gourd.
“Hmm?” Qi Tuo’s expression shifted—he had lost control of the artifact.
The ripples spread, densely covering the gourd before refining it entirely.
“This…” Everyone gasped. How could a girl so young so effortlessly seize a Heavenly Deity artifact?
“She harbors a sacred treasure within her!” Qin Changsheng declared.
“Likely… a Chaos artifact!” the ancient ancestor of the Demon Sunflower Garden added, shrouded in black flames, his presence terrifying.
The crowd erupted in shock. Chaos artifacts were legendary, coveted even by sect leaders for their rarity.
“Girl, do you think wielding a single artifact grants you the right to run rampant in the Celestial City?” another Heavenly Deity snapped, rising to his feet.
Ye Qingxian merely laughed, a silver-bell-like sound dripping with mockery, her eyes blazing with confidence.
“Take the prisoner away,” a Heavenly Deity ordered, commanding Shi Hao’s removal.
“Let’s see who dares,” Ye Qingxian blocked the path.
“Girl, don’t presume your artifact makes you untouchable. The Celestial Clan’s affairs are beyond your reach,” Qi Tuo warned.
“Today, I *will* intervene,” Ye Qingxian declared. “Since you refuse to explain, I’ll demand justice myself.”
She turned to Shi Hao, noting his bloodstains. “Who did this?”
“A jailer,” Kong Qiuji supplied.
“Is that so?” Ye Qingxian’s obsidian eyes flashed, releasing two golden beams—glyph-formed—that scanned Shi Hao.
“Martial Heavenly Eye?!” Even the Heavenly Deities and sect leaders gasped in shock.
The golden beams replayed a scene from the dungeon—the jailer’s cruelty, the bloody wounds inflicted on Shi Hao.
“What a fine Celestial Clan,” Ye Qingxian murmured.
The crowd was stunned. The Martial Heavenly Eye could *retrace* past events? How eerie!
“How can she possess the Martial Heavenly Eye at such a young age?”
Even sect leaders hadn’t achieved this feat—it depended not on power but on one’s body and soul.
The hall erupted in murmurs, the sect leaders exchanging uneasy glances.
“Rumor says the Martial Heavenly Eye can be… *transplanted*?” someone whispered, sowing dangerous thoughts.
“You—come here.” Ye Qingxian’s glyphs lashed out, yanking the jailer from outside the hall.
He had escorted Shi Hao earlier and lingered outside. Now, he was captured alive.
“Chaos aura… She’s channeling her artifact’s power—a supreme treasure with its own will!” the Nether Lord observed, his pale face intrigued.
“You will *not* run wild here!”
The Celestial Clan’s Heavenly Deities moved as one, their artifacts blazing, glyphs weaving chains that filled the air like spiderwebs.
“Release!” Ye Qingxian cried. Her snowy robes shone as glyphs surged from her body, forming a diagram that exuded immortal energy.
“What?!”
Even the sect leaders stiffened—this was *true* immortal aura.
Their artifacts sank into the void, immobilized.
A luminous figure materialized in the air—a hazy silhouette seated cross-legged, radiating immortal might.
“A Chaos artifact!” a sect leader whispered hungrily.
But the oldest leaders—like the Nether Lord and the Demon Sunflower ancestor—remained wary, deep in thought.
*Boom!*
Ye Qingxian’s glow intensified, solidifying the figure in the void. The Heavenly Deities coughed blood, staggering back.
“Will you still obstruct me?” she asked coolly before turning to the jailer. With a flick of her finger, holy light erupted.
“No!” the jailer screamed. His bones cracked, his glyphs erased—his cultivation *shattered*.
“I don’t kill, but I won’t spare scum like you,” she said indifferently, tossing him aside.
“Sister Immortal, well done!” Kong Qiuji fawned.
The Celestial Clan seethed. A mere girl had repelled Heavenly Deities and crippled a True God—*in their domain*.
*Boom!*
A sect leader struck, but Ye Qingxian stood firm. The figure in the void grew clearer, deflecting the attack.
The crowd gasped. What *was* this?
“Hold,” the Heaven Mending Sect leader cautioned.
“Is this the legendary Immortal Mark?” the Nether Lord mused, his eyes gleaming.
“Legends speak of immortal beings who perished, leaving their forms imprinted on artifacts,” the Demon Sunflower ancestor said.
“A ‘divine form’ refers to a consciousness given shape,” someone added.
The crowd reeled. This girl wielded such a thing? No wonder she defied them all!
“Are you from the depths of the Untamed Wilderness?” the Vice-Leader of the Heavenly Kingdom asked, his form blurred, reeking of blood.
Ye Qingxian smiled enigmatically.
“Let me test this ‘Immortal Mark.’” The Vice-Leader raised a blood sword. The city trembled as if hell had opened.
The crowd shuddered. Even sect leaders backed away—none wished to be near the assassin order’s leader.
He vanished, leaving only slaughter and killing intent before a crimson blade slashed forth.
*Boom!*
The figure in the void solidified, its back to the crowd, radiating timeless power.
*Clang!*
The blood sword was repelled. The Vice-Leader stumbled back, stunned.
“Only two Immortal Marks are said to exist. To see one…” He retreated, conceding.
The clash jolted Ye Qingxian slightly, but she steadied quickly.
Silence fell. Even the sect leaders were dumbfounded.
“Both Marks lie in the Untamed Wilderness’ depths,” the Heaven Mending Sect leader said.
*Fizz!*
Ye Qingxian’s palm glowed. An ancient shield emerged, absorbing the figure. On its surface sat the faint, immortal silhouette.
*This* was the artifact? More like a fragment of a bell.
“I said I’d take him and demand justice. Does the Celestial Clan consent?” she asked.
The clan hesitated. This girl hailed from the untamed wilds—a place too mysterious to provoke.
“Elder Celestial, won’t you face me?” Ye Qingxian called.
A sigh echoed as the Elder appeared. “You may take him.”
Yet she remained.
“Is there more? The Immortal Mark isn’t invincible,” the Elder said, his form merging with the cosmos.
“Do you recall the Ancient Covenant?” she asked.
“I do.”
The crowd was baffled, but the oldest sect leaders paled, staring at her.
Long ago, six Celestials entered the wilds. Only the Elder returned. Was the covenant forged then?
Or had others participated? All eyes fixed on the center, eager for answers.
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