Uncanny Immortal 33p2

Chapter 33 p2

In the Xuanmen, not many people were qualified to look at her directly.

Mo Jiangxue lowered her eyes, glanced at Xie Qingzheng who was hugging her legs, then looked up at the people of Tianquan Manor and nodded. “You may rise.”

Xie Qingzheng looked up at Mo Jiangxue, thinking that the “you may rise” was meant for the people of Tianquan Manor, and also for herself, who had just performed a grand kneeling ceremony…

She quickly stood up, looked around, but did not see her own body.

The female cultivators of Tianquan Manor did not dare to look at Mo Jiangxue too much, so they turned their gazes to Xie Qingzheng, silently pondering the relationship between the two.

Are they master and disciple?

Then why doesn’t she have any spiritual energy at all?

“Master, where is my body?” Xie Qingzheng asked.

Mo Jiangxue flashed behind a tree, brought out her body, and removed the soul-leaving talisman from her.

Xie Qingzheng closed her eyes, recited the incantation, and her soul returned to her body.

She opened her eyes. Her body was suspended in the air. All she could feel was softness. A faint scent of plum blossoms mixed with a cool breath assaulted her nostrils—she was still in Mo Jiangxue’s arms.

Her heart skipped a few beats, and her ears couldn’t help but burn.

Seeing her open her eyes, Mo Jiangxue immediately let go.

Without any warning, she let go. Xie Qingzheng almost fell to the ground. She flapped her arms twice, formed a seal, and barely managed to steady herself.

She muttered under her breath, “So Master, you were watching the show from nearby all along…”

And she had been worried about her safety…

Mo Jiangxue’s cultivation was much higher than theirs. As long as she hid her presence, no one would be able to detect her.

Xie Qingzheng went over and held the girl she had just possessed in her arms. The girl was in a deep sleep and had not yet woken up. Xie Qingzheng transferred some true qi to her and helped her to sit leaning against a tree to rest.

The group of female cultivators from Tianquan Manor were watching in a daze when they suddenly heard the mournful sound of a xiao. They looked up and saw Mo Jiangxue with her jade xiao, playing a tune to purify the malevolent qi from the water ghost.

The sound of the xiao flowed, continuous, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes low, sometimes impassioned.

Xie Qingzheng heard the whimpering sound and couldn’t help but think of the people of Wen Family Village. The tears on her face flowed more and more.

But the female cultivators of the Tianshu Sect were not willing to be as emotional as her.

Although Mo Jiangxue was a senior master, she was, after all, a guest elder of another sect. And these juniors were all at a competitive age and were even more unwilling to tarnish the prestige of Tianquan Manor. So they all closed their eyes, circulated their sect’s heart method to resist the xiao’s interference, and tried their best to maintain a clear mind.

But after listening for a while, their hearts were moved, and their emotions were pulled by the sound of the xiao, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. It was useless no matter how much they tried to calm their minds.

With their shallow cultivation, they couldn’t resist at all. If they had been like Xie Qingzheng, letting nature take its course, crying when they wanted to cry, laughing when they wanted to laugh, then it wouldn’t have been a problem.

But they were like newborn calves, not afraid of tigers. They circulated their energy to resist. In the contest, they were at a disadvantage. Their minds were shaken, and their internal breath was in chaos. They had to sit down cross-legged to regulate their breathing.

Xie Qingzheng smelled the scent of blood. She looked up at them and saw that blood was suddenly oozing from the corners of their mouths, as if they were injured.

Mo Jiangxue swept a cold glance at them, and the sound of the xiao suddenly changed. The melody slowed down, as if intentionally guiding the internal breath that was rushing around in their bodies back to its proper place.

When the piece ended, the group stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and bowed respectfully to Mo Jiangxue again.

The first bow was out of etiquette. This bow was out of genuine admiration.

Mo Jiangxue put down her jade xiao, her expression indifferent.

She had sensed their intention but did not take it to heart. Whether they were secretly competing with her or admiring her, it seemed to have nothing to do with her.

The water ghost prostrating on the ground was no longer trembling. The water stains on its body also disappeared. She returned to her appearance before death, a stark contrast to her twisted and crazed state just now, as if all her resentment had been purified.

She was originally a charming and beautiful girl, her skin not very fair, her eyes bright and spirited, looking quite intelligent.

The female cultivators had also learned the basics of face reading and divination. Seeing her clear bone structure and gentle aura, they all secretly thought: No wonder it was said she had an immortal fate. She is indeed a good seedling for cultivation. What a pity…

Xie Qingzheng’s tears also slowly stopped. She looked at the girl.

Mo Jiangxue’s gaze swept over Xie Qingzheng nonchalantly, as if she had suddenly remembered something. She took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her.

She took it in a daze, opened it, and inside the handkerchief was a stack of oil paper. She opened the oil paper, and on it was some powder, emitting a soft, sweet smell of sugar and a fresh scent of hawthorn.

“What is this?”

Mo Jiangxue lowered her head slightly, her gaze paused on the powder on the paper. She reached out to take it back and said calmly to her, “It’s a pastry that has been crushed to powder. It can’t be eaten.”

A wave of warmth rose in Xie Qingzheng’s heart. Although she didn’t know why this thing had been crushed to powder, she was unwilling to let Mo Jiangxue take it away.

She turned slightly, avoiding Mo Jiangxue’s hand. “It can still be eaten. I’ll eat it later.”

She carefully wrapped the handkerchief back up and put it in her bosom.

She looked at the girl who had turned from a water ghost, and there was not much strong resentment in her heart.

This girl was not the main culprit. The ones to be hated, to be loathed, were the group of people who had thrown the girl into the river as a sacrifice.

Those people, either out of fear of floods or a desire to extort money, had thrown people into the river as a sacrifice. And so as not to bring disaster upon themselves, they had fixed on women as the sacrificial offerings.

In order to rationalize the sacrifice of women, they had embellished the story, beautifying the sacrifice ceremony as the marriage of a human and a god, the River God’s marriage. They had added fuel to the fire, saying it was the woman’s good fortune and luck. And they had said from a high and mighty position that sacrificing one person to protect the whole village… How cruel, how hypocritical.

The girl looked around, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to Mo Jiangxue. “Jiang Ran has failed to live up to the immortal’s high hopes. You once advised me to sever my worldly ties early on, but I hate that I did not listen to your advice in my life. Now I have come to such an end. I truly deserve it…”

She was the Jiang’er the scholar had spoken of, and Mo Jiangxue was the one who had guided her to the Xuanji Sect to cultivate a year ago.

She had accepted the wooden token Mo Jiangxue had given her back then, but she couldn’t bear to leave Dutou Village, couldn’t bear to sever her worldly ties of family and love.

Later, she had given the chance at immortal cultivation to the scholar and had been chosen as the bride to be sacrificed to the River God. Her father had advised her to accept her fate and had sent her to the sacrificial sedan chair. She had hoped that the scholar would save her, but he had broken off their engagement.

She had drowned in the river with resentment and unwillingness. She had not wanted to take revenge, only to wait for the next sacrificed woman to take her place. But the people of Tianquan Manor had come at the wrong time, only sending the water-suppressing talisman after she had died, suppressing her at the bottom of the water.

From then on, she had not seen the light of day.

She had wandered at the bottom of the water, day and night, gritting her teeth, cursing every single person in Dutou Village. The boundless hatred surged through every inch of her soul.

She hated that she had been blind, had mistaken her lover, and had given her heart in vain! She hated that she had been weak and indecisive, unable to sever her worldly ties, and had given away the chance at immortal cultivation! She hated that the world was unfair, that it had drowned her in the river and had not even given her a chance to escape!

The moment the scholar had gone into the water and removed the water-suppressing talisman, her hatred had found an outlet. She had first possessed him, dragged the elder of the Wu brothers into the water to drown, and then incited the villagers to cause trouble for the cultivators, and then took the opportunity to kill the clan leader, the shaman, the gentry… and that scholar.

But Mo Jiangxue did not criticize her, only shook her head slightly and said slowly, “The world is like this.”

If she had been able to sever her worldly ties early on, perhaps she would not have been sunk into the river. But even if it had not been her who had died, it would have been some other woman.

The evil karma of these villagers could not be delivered. Someone had to resolve it.

Jiang Ran said with awe, “Immortal, Jiang Ran has proven the Dao through killing today, has severed the root of love, and has severed her worldly ties. From now on, I am willing to follow the immortal with all my heart and cultivate the way of heartlessness.”

The female cultivators looked at the scholar and saw that he had long since stopped breathing, his face full of terror.

He must have been scared to death when he had jumped off the cliff just now.

If he was dead, he was dead. A dozen or so people had died today, all as a result of karma.

Xie Qingzheng looked at Jiang Ran, then at Mo Jiangxue, and thought: Will Master take her in? Am I going to have a junior martial sister? Master said that the sect has always been passed down through a single line, so it probably won’t happen… But Master also said she wouldn’t take any disciples, and she still took me… And, Jiang Ran and Master also have a fate. She had guided her many years ago…