The white light and gray shadows danced and spiraled along the walls. Moments later, eerie blood splatter dyed the golden palace walls red. With a scream, the illusory gray shadow broke through the wall.
The white light contracted, the glowing curtain resumed its human form, and the still-pristine Xuan Nu’s sleeves gathered, her graceful figure setting the space itself into a spin as she pursued the fleeing shadow with ethereal elegance.
“Boom—” the palace walls collapsed, dust filled the skies. Until the two vanished, the deafening clash finally burst out from the space brimming with magical energy, shaking the entire palace like an earthquake, causing instant chaos.
“Hua…” a surge of footsteps came from all directions. A large group of thunder-and-fire Taoist priests rushed in first, their eyes immediately falling on their master lying motionless in the rubble, not moving, his life status unknown.
Chaos reigned throughout the palace. Thinking quickly, everyone came to the same conclusion: it must have been a monster that sneaked into the palace, and the national master bravely fought it, unfortunately sustaining grave injuries.
White light and gray shadows danced and swirled across the walls. Moments later, eerie blood-red flowers stained the golden walls of the palace, accompanied by a piercing scream. The illusory gray shadow burst through the wall.
The white light contracted, transforming back into a human figure. The pristine sleeves of the Mystic Maiden were drawn in, her serene silhouette causing the space around her to rotate. Her ethereal figure then pursued the fleeing shadow.
“Boom—” The palace walls collapsed, dust and debris filling the air. Only after the two figures disappeared did the deafening noise escape the space suffused with mystical energy, shaking the vast palace as if an earthquake had struck, plunging it into chaos.
“Whoosh…” The sound of rushing footsteps came from all directions. A large group of Thunderfire Taoists arrived first, immediately spotting their sect leader lying motionless among the rubble, his condition unknown.
Chaos reigned throughout the palace. As people racked their brains, they quickly arrived at the “truth”: a demon must have invaded the palace, and the Imperial Preceptor had bravely fought it, only to suffer severe injuries.
“Search! Turn the palace upside down!”
The old emperor trembled with rage, his imperial countenance furious. Instinctively, he took a step closer to the Taoist cultivators.
In such a grave situation, the Northern Palace father and son naturally did not miss the event. While everyone was busy, the young master stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Moments later, as the top detective of Aolai Kingdom was still searching for clues in the ruins, the young master suddenly opened his eyes, his long legs pushing off the ground as he leaped forward like a panther.
“Huh, the young master…” The Three Eagles and Ten Guards were momentarily puzzled, glancing at the retreating figure of Northern Palace Zheng before turning their confused gazes to his elder brother.
“Follow him!” A barely perceptible glint flashed in the eyes of the Northern Palace Marquis. The renowned Yin-Yang Detective was the first to take off.
About a mile from the ruins, still within the palace grounds, two figures were running at a speed beyond human comprehension. To the eunuchs and maids, it felt as if a cold wind had suddenly appeared and then vanished just as quickly.
“Bold Three, you can’t escape. Leave your head behind!” The white light suddenly accelerated, finally blocking the gray shadow. In the deep, calm eyes of the Purple Mansion Saintess, a ripple of emotion finally appeared.
“We have no enmity between us. Why must it come to this?” At this moment, Qiao San’s clothes were stained with blood, his injuries worsening. Even the miraculous Ten Yang Body couldn’t help him escape the relentless pursuit of such a powerful opponent in such a short time.
“I’m sorry, but the Mystic Maiden needs the Nine Heavens Mystic Fire Pill. I must trouble you.”
Perhaps driven by a hint of guilt, the Mystic Maiden spoke more than usual. With a wave of her jade knife in her right hand and a gentle lift of her jade bracelet in her left, she prepared to “borrow” Bold Three’s head.
“The Mystic Fire Pill, is that the so-called Sacred Fire Pill? Sigh…” Qiao San finally understood his own value and the preciousness of the Sacred Fire Pill. For the Purple Mansion Saintess to personally intervene, it must be something extraordinary.
“Wait… wait!”
Bold Three waved his hands frantically, trying to calm the deadly intent of the Mystic Maiden while pleading, “The parchment… haha, I’ll give it to you. Why must you take a life? Aren’t immortals supposed to protect mortals? I’m just a mortal! Haha… How about I help you steal that Sacred Pill instead?”
A rogue is a rogue. The words that heroes and knights would disdain flowed naturally from his lips without a hint of shame.
“Sigh… The Mystic Maiden does not wish to commit murder.”
A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Purple Mansion Saintess. Before the rogue’s joy could surface on his face, the beautiful fairy continued, plunging him back into despair, “Heavenly laws dictate that the celestial realm must maintain harmony with the mortal world. Therefore, the Mystic Maiden can only exchange the Sacred Pill with the ruler of Aolai Kingdom. I cannot steal it. Do you understand? If you do, please lend me your head.”
“Damn it!” Qiao San cursed inwardly. So this involved “celestial diplomacy.”
Damn it all, they won’t bully the mortal court, but they’ll bully a powerless commoner like me.
—What kind of heavenly law is this?!
The glow of the divine bracelet locked onto Qiao San’s figure, the powerful suction making it impossible for him to escape. The heavily injured Bold Three couldn’t help but lament silently. If his head were cut off, could he grow a new one?
“Bold demon, how dare you wreak havoc in the palace. Take this arrow!”
A fierce shout and a gust of wind rang out simultaneously. The glow of the Demon-Slaying Bow aimed directly at the demon—the Mystic Maiden. It seemed Northern Palace Zheng had mistaken his target.
“Zheng’er, stop—” The Northern Palace Marquis was quick-witted, but his warning came too late. The invisible arrow had already left the string.
Northern Palace Zheng’s strength was naturally no match for the Purple Mansion Saintess. With a spin of her jade knife, the invisible arrow vanished into thin air. However, in that instant, Bold Three disappeared once more.
“My son is reckless. Please do not blame him. Northern Palace Ping of the Mortal Fate Taoist Sect pays his respects…”
The Northern Palace Marquis swiftly stepped in front of Northern Palace Zheng, bowing respectfully. Before he could finish, the figure of the Mystic Maiden had already merged into the void, her calm voice carried by the wind, “I am a disciple of the Purple Mansion. Fellow Taoist, please return.”
Northern Palace Ping couldn’t help but gasp. The Purple Mansion Mountain was the supreme sacred land in the hearts of mortal cultivators. With the Mystic Maiden’s decree, he and the other cultivators naturally would not pursue further.
The shrewd Northern Palace Marquis gave Northern Palace Zheng a deep look. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed helplessly, “Zheng’er, the Mortal Fate Sect Master sent word yesterday that he has dispatched your senior brother Chiya and two grandmasters to descend the mountain. Go to the ten-mile pavilion outside the city to greet them. Remember, do not return until you have met them!”
“Father!” Northern Palace Zheng saw the hidden reproach, deep concern, and care in his father’s eyes. His eyes warmed, and the conflicted young master suppressed his objections. Accompanied by the Three Eagles, he left the palace, stepping away from the turmoil.
The old emperor was so furious his hands and feet trembled, his imperial countenance enraged. Instinctively, he edged closer to the cultivator priests.
With such a serious situation, the Bei Gong father and son naturally wouldn’t be absent. While others bustled about, the frowning young master stood with his hands behind his back, eyes slightly closed, seemingly deep in thought.
Moments later, while the top inspector of Aolai Country was still searching the ruins for clues, the false young master suddenly opened his eyes, pushed hard against the ground with his long legs, and his lithe figure, like a female panther, leapt swiftly forward.
“Huh, Master he…” the Three Eagles and Ten Guards were puzzled, glancing at Bei Gong Zheng’s back before turning their confused gazes toward Senior Bei Gong.
“Follow him!” The Marquis Bei Gong’s eyes flickered with a barely noticeable oddity, and the famed Yin-Yang Divine Inspector leapt into the air first.
About a mile from the ruins, still within the palace grounds, the two figures ran faster than human comprehension. To the palace eunuchs and maids, it felt like a sudden cold gust of wind appearing out of nowhere, then vanishing in an instant.
“Bold San, you can’t escape. Leave your head here!” The white light suddenly accelerated, finally blocking the gray shadow’s path. In the deep, calm beauty of the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden’s eyes, ripples of emotion finally stirred.
“We have no enmity or grudge, why do this?” At this moment, Qiao San’s clothes were soaked in blood, his injuries worsening. Despite the miraculous Ten Yang Body, he couldn’t escape the pursuit of such a powerful opponent in a short time.
“Sorry, but Xuan Nu needs the Nine Heavens Divine Fire Pill, so I have to trouble you!”
Perhaps out of a slight sense of guilt, Xuan Nu spoke more than usual. At the end, her right hand lifted the jade blade, her left raised the jade bracelet, ready to “borrow” Bold San’s head.
“The Divine Fire Pill, that’s the same as the Spirit Flame Elixir, right? Sigh…”
Qiao San finally understood his own value and the rarity of the Spirit Flame Elixir. If it could draw the attention of the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden, it must be extraordinary indeed.
“Wait… wait!”
Bold San waved both hands frantically, slowing Xuan Nu’s deadly strike while compromising, “The parchment… hehe, I’ll give it to you. Why must a life be sacrificed? Don’t immortals value human lives? I’m just an ordinary person! Hehe… Or, I can help you steal that Spirit Elixir too!”
A rogue is a rogue. Words that heroes and chivalrous men would despise flowed naturally from his mouth, without a hint of shame.
“Sigh… Xuan Nu doesn’t wish to take lives.”
The Purple Mansion Holy Maiden’s eyes flickered with helplessness. Before the joy could reach Bold San’s face, the beautiful fairy plunged him back into hell.
“There’s a heavenly rule: Heaven must maintain harmony with the mortal realm. Therefore, Xuan Nu can only exchange the Elixir with the ruler of Aolai, never take it by force. Do you understand? If you do, please lend me your head!”
“Damn it!” Qiao San cursed inwardly. So this involved “celestial diplomacy”!
What a shame! They wouldn’t bully the mortal rulers but instead targeted him, a powerless commoner.
—What kind of heavenly law is this?!
The jade bracelet’s glow locked onto Qiao San’s form, its powerful suction making escape impossible. Severely injured and in peril, Bold San couldn’t help but mourn: if his head were cut off, could he grow a new one?
“Dreadful demon! Daring to wreak havoc in the palace! Take this!”
A sharp shout and a fierce gust rang out simultaneously. The Demon-Slaying Bow’s glow aimed directly at the demoness—Xuan Nu. It seemed Bei Gong Zheng had mistaken the target.
“Zheng’er, stop—” Bei Gong the Marquis saw clearly, but his warning came too late. The invisible arrow had already left the bowstring.
Naturally, Bei Gong Zheng’s strength couldn’t harm the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden. The immortal girl twirled her jade blade, and the invisible arrow vanished in an instant. Yet, in that moment, Bold San disappeared again.
“My son is rash. Please, Immortal Lady, don’t take offense. I am Bei Gong Ping of the Mortal Fate Sect…”
The Marquis Bei Gong instantly positioned himself in front of Bei Gong Zheng, bowing respectfully. Before he could finish, Xuan Nu’s figure had already dissolved into the void, her calm celestial voice trailing on the wind: “I am a disciple of the Purple Mansion. Fellow Daoist, please return!”
Bei Gong Ping couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Purple Mansion Mountain was the supreme sacred land in the hearts of cultivators. With Xuan Nu’s decree, he and the others naturally ceased pursuit.
The shrewd Marquis Bei Gong gazed deeply at Bei Gong Zheng. After a brief pause, he sighed helplessly: “Zheng’er, the Revered Master of the Mortal Fate Sect sent word yesterday, dispatching your senior brother Chi Ya and two grand-elders down the mountain. Go to the Pavilion Ten Miles Outside the City to meet them. Remember, don’t return without them!”
White light and gray shadows danced and swirled on the walls. Moments later, eerie blood-red flowers stained the golden walls of the palace, accompanied by a piercing scream. The illusory gray shadow burst through the wall.
The white light contracted, transforming the radiant curtain back into a human form. The pristine sleeves of the Mystic Maiden were drawn in, her serene figure causing the space around her to rotate. Her ethereal presence swiftly pursued the fleeing shadow.
“Boom—” The palace walls collapsed, dust and debris filling the air. Only after the two figures vanished did the deafening noise escape the space suffused with mystical energy, shaking the vast palace as if an earthquake had struck, plunging it into chaos.
“Whoosh…” The sound of rushing footsteps surged from all directions. A large group of Thunderfire Taoists arrived first, immediately spotting their sect leader lying motionless among the rubble, his condition unknown.
Chaos reigned throughout the palace. As people began to think, they quickly arrived at the “truth”: a demon must have invaded the palace, and the Grand Preceptor had bravely fought it, only to suffer severe injuries.
“Search! Turn the palace upside down!”
The old emperor trembled with rage, his imperial countenance furious. Subconsciously, he took a step closer to the Taoist cultivators.
In such a grave situation, the Northern Palace father and son naturally did not miss the event. While everyone else was busy, the young master stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Moments later, as the top detective of the Aolai Kingdom was still searching for clues in the ruins, the young master suddenly opened his eyes. With a powerful push of his legs, he leaped forward like a panther, his figure swiftly darting to the side.
“Huh, the young master…” The Three Eagles and Ten Guards exchanged puzzled glances, looking at the retreating figure of Northern Palace Zheng before turning their confused gazes to Northern Palace Shixiong.
“Follow him!” A barely perceptible flicker passed through the eyes of the Northern Palace Marquis. The renowned Yin-Yang Detective was the first to take off.
About a mile from the ruins, still within the palace grounds, two figures were running at a speed beyond human comprehension. To the eunuchs and maids, it felt as if a cold wind had suddenly appeared and vanished just as quickly.
“Bold Three, you can’t escape. Leave your head behind!” The white light suddenly accelerated, finally blocking the gray shadow. In the deep, calm eyes of the Purple Mansion Saintess, a ripple of emotion finally appeared.
“We have no enmity between us. Why must it come to this?” At this moment, Qiao San’s clothes were stained with blood, his injuries compounding. Even the miraculous Ten Yang Body couldn’t help him escape the relentless pursuit of such a powerful opponent in such a short time.
“I’m sorry, but the Mystic Maiden needs the Nine Heavens Mystic Fire Pill. I must trouble you.”
Perhaps driven by a hint of remorse, the Mystic Maiden spoke more than usual. With a wave of her jade knife in her right hand and a gentle lift of her jade bracelet in her left, she prepared to “borrow” Bold Three’s head.
“The Mystic Fire Pill, is that the so-called Sacred Fire Pill? Sigh…” Qiao San finally understood his own value and the preciousness of the Sacred Fire Pill. For the Purple Mansion Saintess to take action, it must be something extraordinary.
“Wait… wait!”
Bold Three waved his hands frantically, trying to calm the deadly intent of the Mystic Maiden while pleading, “The sheepskin… haha, I’ll give it to you. Why must you take a life? Aren’t immortals supposed to protect mortals? I’m just a mortal! Haha… Or, I can help you steal that Sacred Pill!”
A rogue is a rogue. The words that heroes and knights would disdain flowed naturally from his lips without a hint of shame.
“Sigh… The Mystic Maiden does not wish to kill.”
A flicker of helplessness passed through the eyes of the Purple Mansion Saintess. Before the rogue’s joy could surface on his face, the beautiful fairy continued, “Heavenly laws dictate that the celestial realm must maintain harmony with the mortal world. Therefore, the Mystic Maiden can only exchange the Sacred Pill with the ruler of Aolai Kingdom. I cannot steal it. Do you understand? If you do, please lend me your head.”
“Damn it!” Qiao San cursed inwardly. So, this involved “celestial diplomacy.”
Damn it all. They won’t bully the mortal court, but they’ll bully a powerless commoner like me.
—What kind of heavenly law is this?!
The radiance of the divine bracelet locked onto Qiao San’s form, its powerful suction making escape impossible. The heavily injured Bold Three sighed inwardly. If his head were cut off, could he grow a new one?
“Bold demon, how dare you wreak havoc in the palace. Take this arrow!”
A fierce shout and a gust of wind rang out simultaneously. The radiance of the Demon-Slaying Bow pointed directly at the demon—the Mystic Maiden. It seemed Northern Palace Zheng had mistaken his target.
“Zheng’er, stop—” The Northern Palace Marquis, sharp-eyed and clear-minded, tried to intervene, but it was too late. The shadowless arrow had already been released.
Northern Palace Zheng’s strength was naturally no match for the Purple Mansion Saintess. With a twist of her jade knife, the shadowless arrow vanished into thin air. However, in that instant, Bold Three disappeared once more.
“My son is reckless. Please, Immortal Maiden, do not hold it against him. Northern Palace Ping of the Dust Fate Taoist Sect pays his respects…”
The Northern Palace Marquis swiftly stepped in front of Northern Palace Zheng, bowing respectfully. Before he could finish, the figure of the Mystic Maiden had already merged into the void, her calm voice carried by the wind, “I am a disciple of the Purple Mansion. Fellow Taoist, please return.”
Northern Palace Ping couldn’t help but gasp. The Purple Mansion Mountain was the supreme sacred land in the hearts of mortal cultivators. With the Mystic Maiden’s decree, he and the other cultivators naturally would not pursue further.
The shrewd Northern Palace Marquis gave Northern Palace Zheng a deep look. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed helplessly, “Zheng’er, the Dust Fate Sect Master sent a letter yesterday. He has dispatched your senior brother Chiya and two grand-uncles down the mountain. Go to the ten-mile pavilion outside the city to greet them. Remember, do not return until you have met them!”
“Father!” Northern Palace Zheng saw the hidden reproach, deep concern, and care in his father’s eyes. His eyes warmed, and the troubled young master suppressed his objections. Accompanied by the Three Eagles, he left the palace, stepping away from the turmoil, burdened with worries and contradictions.
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