mtl008 Chapter 285 Xuannv 150
Chapter 285 Xuannv 150
The morning mist over Kunlun Ruins had not yet dissipated. Zheyan leaned against the jade table, his slender white fingers holding half a scroll of bamboo slips, his dark pupils reflecting Bai Qian's pouty face. Suddenly, the bronze cauldron on the table, used for brewing tea, boiled, and the rising steam carrying the aroma of tea surged between the two, slightly dampening the strands of hair that had fallen across the girl's forehead.
"Qianqian, Mo Yuan is the God of War of the Four Seas and Eight Desolations, the eldest son of the Father God, and also my younger brother." Before Zheyan finished speaking, the spiritual energy overflowing from his sleeve caused the entire peach grove to rustle. A few fallen petals landed on Bai Qianyue's white dress, like wet tear stains. Back then, your parents knelt outside my peach grove for three days and three nights, carrying the ancestral jade pendant of Qingqiu, begging me to introduce you to Kunlun Ruins. And now, before even seeing Mo Yuan, you want to humiliate him?
Bai Qian suddenly slammed the nine-tailed jade pendant at her waist onto the stone table, the crisp sound startling the white doves under the eaves. Her dark skirt, like a blooming ink lotus, swept away a few newly blossoming peach petals: "Does the High God Zheyan know I am the Princess of Qingqiu? Those thirty-six steps of Kunlun Ruins, he actually made me climb them barefoot! This is clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult!" A thin layer of mist rose in the girl's eyes, reflecting the churning clouds on the horizon. "When have I, Bai Qian, ever suffered such humiliation?"
Before she could finish speaking, a streak of light suddenly wrapped around her slender wrist. Zheyan's peach branches suddenly grew wildly, enveloping the girl in a pink mist. Amidst the entwining vines, the veins on his forehead could be faintly seen bulging: "Stop fooling around!" With a low shout, amidst the falling peach blossoms, Bai Qian's skirt transformed into a sleek black outfit, and her elaborate hair ornaments became a simple silver crown. When the petals had all dispersed, a young man with his hair tied up stood before the stone table—his slender figure outlined in black, a vermilion mole between his brows highlighting his handsome features, only the peach-colored light in his eyes still concealing a hint of arrogance.
From this day forward, Zheyan flicked his sleeve, dispelling the spell. His fingertips lightly touched the boy's forehead; the cool touch made Si Yin instinctively recoil. "You are no longer Bai Qian of Qingqiu, but merely a wild fox I picked up outside the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest." He looked at Si Yin's defiant expression, then chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with helplessness. "Since you are so unruly, let's call you Si Yin then." The morning breeze carried his last words, scattering them among the falling petals, drifting towards the misty main peak of Kunlun Mountain.
Si Yin lowered her head and lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the black patterns on her sleeves, concealing the resentment in her eyes through her falling hair: "Yes, God Zheyan, this humble immortal will respectfully obey and will go up the mountain to become your disciple." She looked at the lingering peach blossom shadow in her palm, her once bright face now covered with a thin layer of frost, and she finally swallowed back her words of rebuttal.
As the morning bell of Kunlun Ruins shattered the clouds, the thirty-six steps were already filled with celestial maidens and Daoist disciples who had come upon hearing the news. At the end of the majestic jade steps, a gilded plaque shimmered with mysterious runes in the sunlight, and a dragon's roar, carrying immense pressure, emanated from the depths of the mountain gate, causing the pines and cypresses on the cliff edge to rustle and drop their needles. Si Yin stepped barefoot onto the first stone step, a chill running through her veins to her heart. Looking up, she saw that amidst the surging clouds, all seventy-two floating islands were illuminated with a bright yellow celestial light—the Immortal Locking Tower where Mo Yuan had been in seclusion was now bursting open with a thunderous roar.
In an instant, a silver ray tore through the sky. Si Yin raised her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding light. Through the light filtering through her fingers, a jade fan adorned with nine-colored fireflies floated in mid-air. On the fan's surface, mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon seemed to come alive. The onlookers erupted in gasps of amazement. Some curious onlookers tiptoed to get a better look, whispering among themselves: "The fan ribs seem to be formed from the primordial ice of the beginning of chaos! Look at the fan pendant! That's clearly a fragment of a star left behind when the Father God fell!"
Si Yin stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on the divine artifact. She suddenly remembered Zhe Yan saying that the day Mo Yuan emerged from seclusion would be the day Kunlun Ruins would accept disciples. The mountain wind ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, and from afar came the orderly chanting of disciples, intertwining with the roar of dragons and the tolling of bells to create a symphony that shook the heavens and earth.