mtl008 Chapter 288 Xuannv 153
Chapter 288 Xuannv 153
Clouds surged and billowed above Kunlun Ruins, the twilight turning the gilded palace roof amber. Yao Guang's voice, tinged with three parts mockery and seven parts teasing, drifted through the carved jade gate into the palace: "Ah, why are you so angry?" The last syllable trailed off with a lingering, ethereal quality, startling the smoke from the incense burner within the palace.
Mo Yuan's fingers paused slightly as he held the teacup, the jade cup clinking softly against the table. Zhe Yan, who was about to argue with Mo Yuan, suddenly turned around upon hearing this, his dark robes billowing in a gust of wind that made the bamboo slips on the table rustle. There stood Yao Guang, leaning against a vermilion pillar, her gilded armor tapping against the lotus-patterned railing, with Emperor Donghua and Fairy Jiaojiao standing side by side behind her.
Donghua's silver hair gleamed coldly in the twilight, and the Taotie pattern embroidered on his dark robe was faintly visible. He still had that carefree, otherworldly air about him. Jiaojiao was half-hidden behind Donghua, her lotus-colored skirt flowing like a sunset, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity.
"Why are you all here?" Zheyan smoothed his hair ornament, which had been askew from anger, as the hem of his peach-colored robe swept across the rosy light on the ground. He looked at the mischievous smile flickering in Yaoguang's eyes and suddenly felt a sense of foreboding; even the aged osmanthus wine in his throat tasted sour.
Yao Guang lightly touched the ground with her toes, her lotus-like steps blossoming as she floated into the hall. Suddenly, her fingertips pointed directly at Zhe Yan's nose: "Let's see how a shameless old phoenix acts as a pimp." Before she finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly arose outside the hall, making the copper bells on the eaves ring loudly. Fairy Jiao Jiao covered her mouth in fright, and even the Cang He sword in Emperor Donghua's sleeve emitted a clear ring.
"How dare you!" Zheyan was so angry that the phoenix crown on his head tilted half an inch, and crimson immortal flames rose around him. "How did I pimp you out? You must explain yourself today!" He had lived for 360,000 years, and even during the great war between gods and demons, he had never felt so humiliated.
Yao Guang, however, did not retreat but advanced, her phoenix eyes narrowing into two crescent moons, her body rising with icy blue fairy mist to confront Zhe Yan's raging flames: "When you were urging Mo Yuan to take Bai Qian of Qingqiu as his disciple just now, how were you any different from a matchmaker in the Qingqiu market?" As soon as she finished speaking, the teacup in Mo Yuan's hand fell onto the jade table with a thud, the splashed tea leaving dark stains on the cloud-patterned brocade handkerchief.
Zheyan's fingertips trembled, and the crimson immortal fire rising around him flickered. It took him a long time to utter broken words: "You, you, you..." The golden crown woven from phoenix tail feathers tilted completely, making his handsome face turn a deep crimson like a drunken shrimp.
Yao Guang spun around him, her icy blue skirt sweeping across the ground and condensing into frost flowers: What do you mean, "you"? Isn't that right?
The temperature inside the hall plummeted, and the Canghe Sword in Donghua Dijun's sleeve emitted a clear, resonant dragon's roar. He slowly stepped forward, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the twilight, the Taotie patterns on his black robes seeming ready to devour anyone: "Zheyan, it seems you really want to die. I just warned you to stay away from the Bai family of Qingqiu." Before he finished speaking, even the luminous pearl on the gilded roof of the hall dimmed slightly.
Zheyan staggered, steadying himself on the table, his earlier rage receding like a tide. He gazed at the faded jade pendant in his palm—a gift from Ningchang thirty thousand years ago on her birthday, now riddled with cracks yet still cherished close to his body. "I was just thinking of finishing last..." He lowered his eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions within them. His wide, peach-colored sleeves slid down, revealing a pair of dust-repelling beads on his wrist, identical to the ones Bai Zhen wore.
Fairy Jiaojiao suddenly chuckled softly, her lotus-like steps leading lightly to the table. Her fingertips traced the aged wine jar on the table: "Ah, it seems that God Zheyan is truly deeply in love and unwavering." Her eyes flickered, a half-smile playing on her lips as she glanced at the crowd. Legend had it that God Zheyan had long been in love with Goddess Ningshang, but after Bai Zhi snatched her away, he became depressed and shamelessly moved his dojo to Qingqiu, even raising Ningshang's child as his own... Before she could finish speaking, thunder roared outside the hall, and a torrential downpour shattered her unfinished words onto the glazed tiles.