A Girl Dies Every Day in Her Dream Life 219

Chapter 219: The Ancestor is Here! Changes in the Northern Regions 

This was Nangong Mian’s first time on Immortal Slaughter.

And she hoped it would be her last.

Especially with Luo Xue at the helm…

She had long heard of the Immortal Slaughter Army, the Immortal Emperor’s powerful force, and their namesake, the Immortal Slaughter ships.

Their unmatched mobility and firepower, comparable to the Sea Crossing Realm, were astonishing.

And after Dugu Di led the Immortal Slaughter Army to capture and kill an ancient Saint, their reputation spread throughout the Great Thousand Worlds, striking fear into the hearts of many.

When Luo Xue took out Immortal Slaughter and suggested using it to travel to the Beiming Clan, Nangong Mian was delighted.

But soon… she regretted it.

She had celebrated too early!

Luo Xue’s piloting of Immortal Slaughter wasn’t exactly smooth, more like reckless abandon.

To put it nicely, it was maximizing Immortal Slaughter’s mobility. To put it bluntly, it was flooring the accelerator, going as fast as the ship could possibly go.

If not for Luo Xue having demonstrated her “piloting skills” before, prompting Li Guijiao to modify the ship for high-speed flight… Nangong Mian would have been even more miserable.

Unfortunately, no one shared her suffering during this unpleasant journey.

Luo Xue, now in a puppet body with the Eternal Soul of Antiquity, naturally didn’t experience motion sickness.

Dugu Xue was protected by Xue Ling, and with her half-imperial bloodline, she had some adaptability, so she wasn’t affected much either.

But Nangong Mian…

When Luo Xue finally stopped the ship, Nangong Mian, in a daze, saw the ancestors of the Nangong clan waving at her from the heavens.

“Although Immortal Slaughter was a gift from Dugu Di, and it’s very convenient, at this critical juncture, it’s best not to reveal it to others.” Luo Xue said regretfully, looking into the distance. “Let’s use our movement techniques for the rest of the journey… Sister Mian, are you okay?”

Luo Xue blinked, looking at the dazed Nangong Mian.

“I… I should be fine…”

Nangong Mian took a while to refocus her eyes.

She looked at Luo Xue, then at Immortal Slaughter behind her, and shuddered.

“Don’t tell me… you don’t want to use movement techniques?” Luo Xue frowned slightly. “It’s fine, although it’s a bit more troublesome… We can use Immortal Slaughter, I’ll continue piloting.”

“No, no, no need!”

Nangong Mian waved her hands repeatedly, afraid that Luo Xue would drag her onto Immortal Slaughter for another high-speed flight.

She couldn’t handle it…

Nangong Mian enviously glanced at the sleepy Dugu Xue, who was being held by Xue Ling. The former little princess didn’t seem to be affected by the wild ride.

Having a powerful protector was nice…

“Fine.”

A hint of disappointment flickered in Luo Xue’s eyes as she reluctantly put away Immortal Slaughter.

Honestly, piloting Immortal Slaughter reminded her of the time she piloted the disaster engine towards the deep space behemoth. She had been quite excited then as well.

This meant that deep down, Luo Xue really liked… speeding. If not for the important matter at hand, she would have continued for a bit longer.

Nangong Mian, relieved, patted her chest, looking at the spot where Immortal Slaughter had disappeared with lingering fear.

She made up her mind that no matter what Luo Xue said next time, she wouldn’t get on that ship again.

It was too terrifying…

“We’re still some distance from the Beiming Clan, let’s use our movement techniques.” Luo Xue said. “Big Sister Ling said in her letter that she has helped the Beiming Clan temporarily stabilize the situation, but it’s just barely holding on. After all, her strength is limited.”

“However… Big Sister Ling specifically instructed us to keep a low profile.”

This matter wasn’t something that could be resolved with just strength. The Beiming Clan wasn’t a small family; they also had Saint Realm cultivators.

But the special nature of the otherworldly demons made these Saint Realm powerhouses hesitant to act, afraid that their intervention would destroy the entire Beiming Clan.

And Nangong Mian, after mastering the Desolate Extinction Scripture, possessed the purest will of immortality within the Nangong clan, not to mention Luo Xue, who was currently using Nangong’s remnant soul.

Therefore, they were specifically asked to assist.

But… the Beiming Clan was still an ancient clan, and their complicated relationship with the Nangong clan could be traced back to the ancient era, so to avoid further complications, Nangong Ling had sent a secret message to Luo Xue, not wanting the Beiming Clan to know.

“Are we going to face that terrifying phantom again?”

Nangong Mian was a bit nervous, her experience in the Blood Sea Secret Realm still a fresh trauma.

“It shouldn’t be. You were unconscious during the fight against the final boss.” Luo Xue said. “We’re here to deal with the demonic remains and the contamination they caused… If it’s the same contamination I encountered, it will be very troublesome.”

This was a power from a different system, and the unknown was truly terrifying.

Luo Xue composed herself and said in a deep voice,

“Anyway, let’s go there first… Oh right, Little Dugu, Sister Mian, you two need to disguise yourselves.”

“Hmm?”

Dugu Xue and Nangong Mian were stunned. “Why?”

“…Little Dugu, needless to say, many people recognize Princess Xue. It would be troublesome if your identity was discovered.” Luo Xue turned to Nangong Mian. “As for Sister Mian… you should know your own reputation.”

“We’re going to the Beiming Clan’s territory. If you’re sure you haven’t offended any Beiming disciples, then you don’t have to disguise yourself.”

Nangong Mian thought carefully and decided to change her appearance.

Thanks to her experience in secret realms, although her disguise skills weren’t as good as Li Guijiao’s, after putting on makeup, even Luo Xue was slightly stunned.

It wasn’t that Nangong Mian’s disguise was particularly good or bad, but… a strange mix of both.

“How is it?”

Nangong Mian asked proudly.

She wore exaggerated makeup, her previously neat ponytail replaced by messy, teased hair, and Luo Xue seemed to see a style from her previous, previous life, called… “gyaru.”

It did conceal Nangong Mian’s original appearance, but the change in style was too drastic…

With Xue Ling’s help, Dugu Xue dyed her snow-white hair a light red and styled it into loose curls.

…Without the silver hair, even with her face unchanged, Dugu Xue would be difficult to recognize.

And with her hairstyle also changed, Luo Xue estimated that even the Immortal Emperor himself would have to take a second look to recognize his daughter.

“Luo Xue, don’t you need a disguise?”

Nangong Mian asked curiously.

“Isn’t this a disguise?” Luo Xue asked. “This isn’t my original appearance…”

“…It’s our ancestor’s.” Nangong Mian’s eyelid twitched.

“Can the Beiming Clan recognize it?” Luo Xue raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, they probably can’t. Ancestor Nangong is from a long time ago, her only portrait is in the ancestral hall, even Nangong disciples rarely see it.” Nangong Mian touched her chin. “How about… I do your makeup?”

Putting makeup on their ancestor’s face, just the thought was exciting.

Nangong Mian’s hands itched, but Luo Xue stopped her.

“No, I refuse.”

“Don’t you want to try?” Nangong Mian was still unwilling to give up. This was a rare opportunity.

“…How about I call out Ancestor Nangong, and you can ask her yourself?”

Luo Xue pointed at her head, and Nangong Mian suddenly remembered that Luo Xue had mentioned a powerful ancestor dormant within her consciousness, and she quickly shrank back.

“Fine, fine…”

“But you’re right, even if not many people recognize Ancestor Nangong’s appearance, it’s still better to be cautious.” Luo Xue thought for a moment. “I’ll… dress up a bit.”

Luo Xue rummaged through her storage ring and took out a Lolita-style dress—she had made it while practicing with Li Guijiao’s materials—and changed into it, her expression calm, under the shocked gazes of Nangong Mian and Dugu Xue.

“Where… did you get that dress?” Nangong Mian couldn’t help but ask.

“I made it myself, doesn’t it look good?” Luo Xue twirled, holding up the hem of her dress. “It’s… alright, right?”

She had always wanted to try wearing a dress like this, but unfortunately, this wasn’t her own face.

“Whether it looks good or not is secondary, it’s a bit… unconventional.” Nangong Mian twitched her lips. “With our ancestor’s soul here, if the clan knew you dressed her like this… they would go crazy.”

“It looks good.”

Dugu Xue’s answer was simple, as she nodded, her chin resting on her hand.

“This way, even if they’ve seen Ancestor Nangong’s portrait, they probably won’t recognize me.” Luo Xue patted her dress. “And this is the young girl version, even better.”

“If you say so…”

Nangong Mian was speechless. The difference in style was too drastic, even for a Nangong clan member… it was a bit much.

After some simple preparations, Luo Xue, Nangong Mian, and Dugu Xue set off for the nearby Beiming Clan territory.

But…

Luo Xue looked up at the distant sky.

A familiar fluctuation was emerging, making her heart pound slightly.

No matter what… she had to face it.

…

Meanwhile, within the Beiming Clan.

Nangong Ling sat in her wheelchair, surrounded by flames of immortal will, isolating a small area.

Within this area, wails and cries of pain echoed, like a scene from hell.

But Nangong Ling’s expression remained indifferent as she coldly watched.

It had been two weeks since she sent the secret message, and the Beiming Clan’s situation, instead of improving, had worsened.

A week ago, news came from the Yudu Clan that all their territories had fallen.

Even worse, due to Clan Leader Yudu Cheng’s misjudgment, over 80% of the Yudu clan members had crossed the warning line and entered the fallen territory, becoming nourishment for the demonic remains.

The otherworldly demon suppressed by the Yudu Clan had fully revived, possessing Saint level combat power.

And because of the otherworldly demon’s unique nature, even ordinary Saints would struggle against it.

Moreover, due to Yudu Cheng’s mistake, almost all of the Yudu Clan’s foundation had been devoured by the otherworldly demon, and the situation was completely out of control.

The news hadn’t even spread far. If not for their proximity, the Beiming Clan wouldn’t have known.

But this proximity wasn’t a good thing.

The revived otherworldly demon was clearly searching for its remaining fragments, and the Beiming Clan, being the closest, was its first target.

And due to a previous mishap during the suppression, some Beiming disciples had been contaminated by the demon’s power, becoming its servants.

The Beiming Clan was on the verge of destruction.

According to their agreement, Nangong Ling should have left. She was only here to help, not to die.

But the Beiming Clan had trapped her, forcing her to stand with them and face the disaster from the Yudu Clan.

Nangong Ling could handle these things. Although the Yudu Clan dared to trap her, they wouldn’t harm her, at most just forcing her to help the Beiming Clan.

However…

“With the situation worsening like this, it’s not safe for Xiao Mian and Luo Xue to come…”

A worried look flashed through Nangong Ling’s indifferent eyes.

“It’s a pity I can’t send a message, and it’s too late now. I can only hope… that they hear some news along the way and choose to return to the clan for help.”

To prevent the demonic power from spreading, all ancient clan territories were currently locked down.

Fortunately, the Nangong Sacred Land and the Beiming territory were still some distance apart. With the speed of ordinary Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators, it would take at least a month to travel between them.

This month… was enough for the news of the Yudu Clan’s fall and the Beiming Clan’s crisis to spread.

Even so, Nangong Ling still felt uneasy.

“Miss Ling, are you ready?”

Just then, a gentle voice, seemingly carrying a smile, rang out beside Nangong Ling.

The newcomer was a smiling young man, Beiming Hu.

He was the youngest elder of the Beiming Clan, only two thousand years older than Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling glanced at Beiming Hu coldly and said in a low voice,

“Heh… let’s begin.”

“Yes, as you command, Miss Ling.”

Beiming Hu gave a perfunctory bow, then retreated.

Nangong Ling took a deep breath and stared straight ahead.

Instantly, the flames of immortal will were extinguished, and countless roars, as if erupting at this very moment, echoed.