Uncanny Immortal 67

Chapter 67

She walked over and wanted to call out, “Master!”

But the words that came out of her mouth were, “Eh, a cultivator from the Central Plains? How did she get injured?”

Her mind had been in a daze just now. It was only then that Xie Qingzheng realized that she could not control her own body, could not control her own words. It was as if she had possessed someone else, was experiencing someone else’s story, and was feeling someone else’s joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness. But this body was her own.

Why was this happening? Was she in some kind of illusion? Or in some kind of dream?

She couldn’t figure it out. She would just have to wait and see.

The “Mo Jiangxue” lying on the ground was also very strange. She was wearing the black and white Daoist robe of the Xuanji Sect… no, it wasn’t the Daoist robe of the Xuanji Sect, just a similar black and white color scheme, with a black and white taiji yin-yang diagram embroidered on it. She had no xiao, no long qin, only a sword in her hand, and a flute at her waist…

This was… the attire of the Yaoguang sect?

When she had been studying the history of the various sects on Weiming Peak, she had heard from the senior sisters that the attire of the Yaoguang sect was like this, and that the cultivators of the Yaoguang sect cultivated the flute.

It was because the Tianxuan, Tianji, and Yaoguang sects were all music cultivators that the three sects could merge into one.

Xie Qingzheng looked at the “Mo Jiangxue” lying in a pool of blood and thought to herself: Why don’t you hurry up and help her up to see what’s wrong!

Although she wasn’t sure if this “master” was her master, seeing the identical face, she was still extremely nervous.

“She” and little Tan Yao seemed to have observed for a while. After confirming that there was no danger, “she” squatted down, checked Mo Jiangxue’s breath, and said, “She’s still alive. Come, Yao Yao, help me carry her on my back.”

The two sisters worked together and gently carried the person on their backs.

They returned through the passage under the Nuwa temple.

At this time, the limestone bricks in the passage looked newer. They walked to the bottom of the passage, where there was a large gate. After coming out of the gate, she heard a hissing sound by her ear, and then a scarlet snake’s tongue licked her face affectionately.

She saw a huge python coiled under a tree, its head extended, licking back and forth between her and Tan Yao.

Her hair stood on end, and she wished she could immediately dodge, but her body smiled and said, “Little General, you’ve grown a lot. Big Brother must have fed you a lot of good things.”

She thought to herself: What ‘little’ general? It doesn’t look little at all. It could swallow the two of us in one bite.

But this familiar naming style… the person she was possessing, could it be—

“A-Yuan, A-Yao, where have you been playing again?” A man’s voice came from the distance. A man dressed as a Miao person walked out from behind a tree. Seeing the person on “her” back, he added, “Eh, who did you bring back?”

A-Yuan… Tan Yuan, this was Tanluan’s former name…

Xie Qingzheng pondered this familiar address and thought to herself: So this is that demoness Tanluan’s memory. How did I end up in her memory? Is this an illusion she has woven or some kind of dream? Is it the Life-Linked Gu I swallowed during the day that’s acting up?

Tan Yao said, “We found her in the grass. She’s injured.”

The Miao man said, “Mother said not to bring back strangers. You two are not listening again.”

He then said some things in the Miao language, and Tan Yao and her body also replied in the Miao language.

The voices of the three of them were sometimes loud, sometimes soft, as if they were arguing about something. In the end, the Miao man showed a look of compromise.

Xie Qingzheng did not understand the Miao language, but she could clearly feel the emotional changes in this body, from nervous anticipation, hoping that her big brother would agree to take in the person on her back, to an excited argument, and finally, when her big brother agreed to let them keep this person, a heartfelt joy. Xie Qingzheng felt it all.

The Miao man, while scolding his two younger sisters for being disobedient and bringing an outsider back to the cult’s main altar, in the end, found a quiet and secluded place to settle the person on her back and instructed his two younger sisters, “When she wakes up and can walk, have her leave. She cannot stay for long.”

The two of them nodded in agreement.

The younger sister, Tan Yao, fed the injured woman a pill. The older sister, Tan Yuan, brought a basin of water and untied the woman’s clothes, wiping her body clean.

The woman’s face was exactly the same as Mo Jiangxue’s. Xie Qingzheng thought: Could it be that Master has also entered this illusion?

The woman had Mo Jiangxue’s face. When the Tan sisters were taking off the woman’s clothes, Xie Qingzheng was a little afraid to look, but she was possessing someone else’s body and could not control her own line of sight…

Forget it, forget it. I’ll just look. Anyway, this is probably not my master, and this body of hers is not hers either.

After wiping the blood from the woman’s face, Tan Yuan let out another “eh” and smiled. “She’s so beautiful.”

Tan Yao said, “Like an immortal sister in a painting.”

As she looked, Xie Qingzheng suddenly felt her chest pound, as if something had struck her heart, and a very subtle feeling arose. “Her” gaze could not leave that face for a long time.

How to describe that feeling? It was as if the whole world had brightened, as if she had foreseen that this person would leave a bright color in her life. Looking at her, a strange feeling arose in her heart.

To put it simply, it was love at first sight.

Xie Qingzheng felt this “love at first sight” and thought of Tanluan’s words, “To be honest, I have an innate sense of pity for beautiful women.” A wave of contempt arose in her heart.

That fellow probably had this feeling often, right?

“She” put the clothes back on the woman on the bed and gently bandaged her wounds. “She” said to Tan Yao, “I’ll go to the witch doctors to get some healing gu worms. You watch over her.”

Along the way, everyone who met “her” would take the initiative to salute “her” and call “her” “Holy Maiden.”

It was only when she met the cult leader that it was “her” turn to take the initiative to salute and call the other “Mother.”

The cult leader of the Immortal Cult, her appearance did not look much different from now. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, her long eyebrows slanted into her temples, and her starry eyes flowed with waves. Her facial contours were a little hard.

A cultivator could not be judged by their appearance, but Xie Qingzheng just felt that her features looked more relaxed and at ease, without the weariness of today.

The mother and daughter greeted each other in the Miao language and said a few things.

The cult leader stood with her hands behind her back and asked her in Chinese, “You’re about to be sent to the Central Plains to see the world. How are your gu arts? Don’t tarnish the reputation of the Immortal Cult.”

Tan Yuan smiled. “I’ve recently learned the ‘Dream Immortal Gu’ from Mother. Mother said that this gu can weave dreams for people and can also pull many people into a dream at the same time. I think it’s quite fun. When I’ve learned it, I’ll weave a dream for you, Mother, and then I’ll pull you, Big Brother, Yao Yao, and myself into the dream.”

The cult leader frowned, glared at her, and scolded, “What nonsense? You’re so old, yet you’re still so playful. How can I be at ease to hand the Immortal Cult over to you? In the future, learn less of these fancy gu arts and more of the skills to defeat and kill the enemy.”

Tan Yuan’s smile faded, and she lowered her head in acknowledgment.

Xie Qingzheng thought to herself: Could it be that I am in a dream she has woven now? Has she also pulled my master in? Then how can I wake up? Why is she weaving a dream for me for no reason? What does she want to tell me?

The cult leader reprimanded Tan Yuan for a while, then reached out and pinched her arm, instructing, “You’re not at the stage of Bigu yet, so eat more. You’re at a growing age.”

Xie Qingzheng thought: So Senior Tanluan hadn’t even reached Bigu at this time. That must have been her youth. Counting the time, the Xuanji Sect hadn’t even been established at this time, and the Yaoguang sect was still around… Tan Yuan should be going to the Central Plains next, right? She will fall in love with someone from the Yaoguang sect… I wonder how the Yaoguang Bell of the Yaoguang sect ended up in her hands? If the decline of the Yaoguang sect was related to her, then they can never be friends…

Not only that, but as a cultivator of the Xuanji Sect, she should also take back the Yaoguang Bell and draw a clear line with Tanluan.

It was just that she didn’t know how to get out of this dream now.

The cult leader instructed Tan Yuan to learn some proper skills. Tan Yuan obediently agreed. After the cult leader left, she stuck out her tongue.

Xie Qingzheng sensed her inner disdain.

It really did go in one ear and out the other.

But then she felt a pang of heartache.

Tan Yuan looked at the cult leader’s retreating back, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, “Mother, you are also very tired. I know you are doing this for my own good…”

The three of them, brother and sisters, were not the cult leader’s biological children, but had been raised under the cult leader’s name since they were children, and had recognized the cult leader as their mother.

Big Brother was the next Spirit Snake Elder, she was the next cult leader, and Yao Yao… Yao Yao was still young and only knew how to play all day. The burden on her was the heaviest, but she also loved to play and had learned a bunch of fancy skills, which often made her mother furious.

Tan Yuan went to the witch doctors to get some gu worms, placed them on the injured woman’s wounds, and before long, the woman’s wounds had miraculously healed.

The woman slowly woke up.

Tan Yuan and Tan Yao asked her, “Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you injured?”

The woman said, “I am Mu Ning of the Yaoguang sect. Did you save me?”

Hearing that name, Xie Qingzheng thought to herself: So it’s not my master. But why does she have my master’s face?

She was even more suspicious that Tanluan had also pulled Mo Jiangxue into this dream, but she could not ask.

This dream was not like the last illusion, where she had been a bystander. This time, she was empathizing with her, and it could even be said that she was personally experiencing it.

In this dream, she was “Tan Yuan,” Tan Yao’s older sister, the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Cult.

And her master was most likely this Miss Mu Ning.

Xie Qingzheng didn’t know when Tanluan had done something to her. Thinking about it, only the Life-Linked gu she had swallowed during the day was the most strange.

Later, Tanluan had even specifically asked her master if she had drunk her blood.

She had been hit by that gu, and her master had drunk her blood. It was not impossible for them to have entered this dream together, with blood as the medium.

But how was she supposed to communicate with her master now?

Xie Qingzheng tried to speak, and after several attempts, she found that she really did not have control of her body. She could only be like a puppet, saying the predetermined words.

She wondered if it was the same for her master.

Sigh…

Since it was a dream, there would be a time when she would wake up, right? Xie Qingzheng recalled how she usually woke up from her dreams—it was often when it was light, and then she would naturally wake up.

While she was thinking about how to wake up, the Tan Yuan sisters had already chatted a lot with the Miss Mu Ning they had picked up.

It turned out that Mu Ning had come to the Miao region to carry out a sect mission. On the way, she had been pursued by members of a demonic cult and had fallen in the maze forest, where she had been saved by the two sisters. After she woke up, she had left a storage pouch as a thank-you gift and had left.

In the pouch were many high-quality pills and rare spirit artifacts.

After Mu Ning left, Xie Qingzheng could feel the unforgettable longing in this body.

Tan Yuan would stare in the direction of the Central Plains in a daze, would sleep in the place where Miss Mu Ning had lain, and would hold the pouch tightly, taking out the things inside one by one to play with.

Seeing this, Xie Qingzheng thought to herself: It’s one thing to pick up small animals, but you really shouldn’t just pick up people and take them home… Who knows if you’ll end up losing your heart…

Although she thought this, she felt that Senior Tanluan was passionate and lustful. Even if she had fallen in love at first sight and was deeply in love, who knew if she would forget in a couple of days and fall for another girl?

And she vaguely remembered that when Tanluan was the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Cult, when she was still Tan Yuan, she had indeed fallen in love with a cultivator from the Yaoguang sect, but it probably wasn’t that Miss Mu Ning… but the person Tanluan had later become a disciple of after she had gone to the Central Plains.

Or perhaps, Mu Ning was the person Tanluan had later become a disciple of?

The moment this thought appeared in her mind, she suddenly heard a rooster crow by her ear, and at the same time, all the images disappeared before her eyes. Xie Qingzheng only felt a darkness.

She sensed that she was lying in bed, covered with a quilt. She tried to open her lips, and she could.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and a familiar ceiling came into view—she was in bed, in her own room, and a faint light could be seen outside.

It really was a fleeting dream!

Xie Qingzheng immediately got up and dressed, pushed open the door, and went to find Mo Jiangxue.

Her master lived in the room next to hers. When she knocked and went in, she saw her master sitting at the table, pouring herself a cup of tea.

She got straight to the point and asked, “Master, did you have any dreams last night?”

Mo Jiangxue raised an eyebrow slightly. “Why do you suddenly ask that?”

Her master seemed completely unaware. How could that be? Could it be that the Mu Ning in the dream was not her?

Xie Qingzheng was a little anxious. “It’s just… a very strange dream! I dreamed that I had become someone else, was experiencing someone else’s past. Oh, I can’t explain it! Master, just tell me if you had any dreams last night.”