mtl008 Chapter 1853
Chapter 1853
Upon returning to Dongting Xiaozhu, Chen Xuan became the undisputed focus of attention this time.
Zi Mang frequently raised his glass, and Shen Yu also lowered his stance, chatting with Chen Xuan about anecdotes from the cultivation world. Even Qiu Zixian occasionally chimed in, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
Two days later, Shenyu took his leave first.
Before leaving, Chen Xuan casually tossed the Fusang Divine Bow over—his ultimate sword finger combined with his own swordsmanship was already no less powerful than divine archery, so keeping the bow would only be a burden.
Shenyu caught the divine bow, his eyes slightly burning.
He bowed deeply to Chen Xuan, his tone solemn:
"If Brother Chen Xuan ever goes out to gain experience in the future, you are welcome to visit the Feathered Divine Dynasty. I will certainly do my best to be a good host and welcome you with open arms!" After saying this, he transformed into a golden light and hurriedly left.
After the golden light of the divine feather disappeared into the horizon, the smell of wine in the small building had not yet dissipated when the topic of Chen Xuan's impending departure from the Purple Mansion Realm quietly came up among the group.
Qiu Zixian's fingers tightened slightly as she held the jade cup. When Zi Mang rose to instruct the maid to refill the teacup, she finally spoke softly, her voice as delicate as the breeze on a lake:
"Brother Chen Xuan, may I have a word with you in private?"
The surface of Dongting Lake shimmered with moonlight, like a mirror or a layer of shattered silver.
Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian walked side by side on the water. When their bare feet touched the water lightly, they left only shallow water marks, which spread with the waves and quickly healed.
The night wind lifted Qiu Zixian's black veil, revealing half of her fair neck. She lowered her head, her gaze falling on the overlapping shadows of the two people, her steps slow as if she were deliberating on something.
"You... really want to leave the Purple Mansion Realm?"
Chen Xuan's white hair gleamed coldly in the moonlight. He gazed at the Taiyin Star on the dome of the small cave in the distance—that moon was brighter than the outside world, its clear light pouring down like water, dyeing the lake surface a translucent silver-blue.
“My path is not in the Purple Mansion Realm,” he said calmly, as if stating a predetermined matter, “but in a more distant place, where I must undergo tribulations and seek the person I am looking for.”
Qiu Zixian finally stopped, and when she looked up, her eyes reflected the moonlight and water, carrying a hint of barely perceptible pleading:
"Brother Chen Xuan, you... are also skilled in the three paths of demonic cultivation?"
Her fingertips trembled slightly. "Could you cast the Illusionary Demon Technique on me again? I want to neutralize its effects on me, otherwise... my Dao heart will not be at peace."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan turned to look at her—the two were extremely close, and he could see the tiny water droplets on Qiu Zixian's eyelashes and sense the panic in her voice.
"Fairy Xia Jiuyou, what is the meaning of this?" Chen Xuan stared into her purple eyes, his tone probing. "Even if the main body and the second primordial spirit are far apart and cannot synchronize, surely you wouldn't be unable to perceive such a clear and real sense of touch?"
"Hmph, don't mention her in front of me!" Qiu Zixian suddenly took half a step back, and a dense purple demonic mist suddenly burst forth around her, with fine demonic patterns swirling within the mist, even dyeing the surrounding lake water purple.
Her gaze instantly turned cold, as if her sore spot had been touched. Her lips, hidden beneath the thin veil, pressed into a tight line: "If you don't want to say, I won't force you. Farewell!"
As she finished speaking, she turned to transform into demonic mist and leave, but her wrist was suddenly gripped by a warm hand—the force was not strong, but it carried an unyielding determination that left no room for escape.
Just as Qiu Zixian was about to use her internal energy to break free, she suddenly heard Chen Xuan's deep voice, which carried a hint of mockery, yet also seemed somewhat serious:
"Fairy, take this. This is a killing move that I have practiced for nearly two hundred years, which is specifically designed to corrupt the mind and spirit of mortals. If you cannot overcome it, please do not blame me."
"Woo——"
She had just turned her head, and before she could sense any magical fluctuations or notice her soul being disturbed, she was embraced by a large, warm embrace.
Immediately afterwards, the thin veil covering her face was gently removed, and her slightly cool lips covered hers, the familiar warmth intruding once again—this time clearer and stronger than before.
His mind went blank. Although he was not bound by the immobilization spell, his body was as stiff as a piece of cold jade. Even the surging demonic energy within him suddenly stopped, as if frozen by an invisible force.
"This is the Illusionary Demon Realm... Is it real or an illusion... I can't tell... I can't tell..." Qiu Zixian slowly closed her eyes, two clear tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto Chen Xuan's black robe, spreading out a small dark wet stain.
Primordial Spirit - Qiu Zixian
She told herself that this must be a demonic illusion—she was a master of the three paths of demonic cultivation, and manipulating people's hearts was her instinct, so how could she be trapped in a cultivator's illusion?
The warmth of her embrace felt so real, and the crisp scent of Chen Xuan's breath was so clear. She could even feel the vibrations of his heartbeat, which gradually overlapped with her own.
Unconsciously, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Chen Xuan's waist, her fingertips gripping the fabric of his black robe tightly.
She didn't know what was wrong with her—she should resist, she should actively accumulate strength to break through the realm, but a voice in her heart was saying: So be it, it doesn't matter if I fall into depravity once.
This embrace is so quiet, so safe.
Memories flashed by, and she no longer needed to hide in the darkness of the Immortal Ancient Mine, nor did she need to worry about the threat suddenly coming from her true self through secret techniques.
There's no need to deliberately distance yourself from the "Demon Fairy Xia Jiuyou" character anymore.
She recalled her countless struggles in the dead of night: she had thought about taking revenge on Xia Jiuyou, and even considered going to the most lowly Red Pavilion in the cultivation world to sell her body and destroy Xia Jiuyou's Dao heart through self-destruction...
But her inherent pride prevented her from even taking that step.
At this moment, within Chen Xuan's Illusionary Demon Realm, she was neither an avatar of the immortal Xia Jiuyou nor the fearsome witch Qiu Zixian.
She was just a soul yearning to break free from its constraints, an ordinary girl who had been in darkness for too long and had finally touched a glimmer of light.
Under the porch of the distant cottage, Zi Mang leaned against a vermilion pillar, an empty wine cup in her hand. Gazing at the figures embracing on the lake, she shook her head helplessly and sighed softly.
"Xia Jiuyou, the Demon Immortal... Countless top geniuses from the Ten Holy Lands admire and are crazy about her, but unexpectedly, Brother Chen Xuan beat him to it."
He paused, his brows furrowing suddenly, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness: "Xia Jiuyou, you've been clever all your life, but you've made a foolish mistake this time? When you severed your karmic ties with Qiu Zixian, didn't you foresee this day?"
A thought suddenly flashed into his mind, sending a chill down his spine:
"Could it be... that you want Qiu Zixian to experience the tribulation of love in your mortal realm? After she has completed the tribulation, you can kill her, overlap her memories, and merge them into one—that way, when your true self reaches the peak of the Monarch Realm, you will no longer be troubled by the tribulation of love."
"If that's really the case... Xia Jiuyou, you're far too terrifying."
The night wind carried the mist from the lake, causing the empty wine cup in Zi Mang's hand to sway gently. Gazing at the embracing figures on the lake's surface, he felt that the water was deeper than he had imagined.
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Sorry, I've already used my leave slip for the new month, so I probably won't be taking any more leave for the rest of the month.
By the way, I'd like to ask for your support; it's a new month.