Uncanny Immortal 90

Chapter 90

Should I just go back to Zixiao Peak to live?

The moment this thought arose, it was suppressed by Xie Qingzheng.

She and her master had not seen each other for a long time. It was a rare opportunity to be alone. Her heart was filled with an inexpressible joy.

Just one night. She thought greedily, Just one night in the same room. Nothing will happen.

Xie Qingzheng said respectfully, “Disciple will go and get another set of bedding. Master, you can sleep on the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

She went to the storage room to get a set of bedding and returned to her room. Like a rabbit digging a burrow, she made a nest for herself on the floor.

While making her nest, she looked up at her master.

Her master sat at the table, carefully examining the decorations in her room. Her master rarely entered her room. Most of the time, it was she who went to find her master, either to pay her respects or to serve her in washing and dressing.

Her master’s room was simple and elegant, with only a few ink wash paintings of landscapes and one or two vases of plum blossoms.

She, on the other hand, liked to decorate her room to be warm and interesting. In her room, there were not only red and white plum blossoms, but also red phoenix tails and white peonies that she had picked from Elder Danshu’s.

All in all, they were all red and white flowers.

There were also many small objects in the room: a worn-out cloth doll from Wen Family Village, which her aunty had sewn for her in the past; rouge and powder, necklaces and bracelets that her fellow disciples had brought back for her when they had traveled…

Scattered, but not messy.

On the table were tea, scriptures, secret books, and poems. Mo Jiangxue poured herself a cup of tea and casually flipped open a copy of the Book of Songs.

Hearing the sound of the pages turning, Xie Qingzheng suddenly looked up. “That—Master!”

Mo Jiangxue’s gaze swept over the book and then focused on Xie Qingzheng. She raised an eyebrow slightly. “What? I can’t look?”

Could it be that she was hiding some little secret?

Xie Qingzheng scrambled up and hurried to her, her ears slightly red, her expression not very at ease. She reached out and took the copy of the Book of Songs from her hand. “Master, this one is too old. I’ll get you a new one.”

Mo Jiangxue: “Oh? But I want to read this one.”

Xie Qingzheng quickly stuffed the book into her bosom, her smile very forced. “Don’t. I’ve scribbled on this one. It’s an eyesore, and the characters are hard to read. I’ll find you a new one…”

With that, she rummaged through the room and found a brand-new, unread copy, and respectfully handed it to Mo Jiangxue. “Master, please read this one.”

Her words were respectful, but her actions were defiant.

Seeing her nervous expression, Mo Jiangxue was unwilling to force her. She was silent for a moment, took it, but still said, “The more you hide it, the more I want to see it.”

Xie Qingzheng clutched the book in her bosom.

She had read this copy of the Book of Songs many times. When she had read it, she had circled the characters for “Mo,” “Jiang,” and “Xue” with a red brush. Anyone who saw it would think it was strange.

Although, if she had to explain, she could make an excuse and say that she just really liked her master’s name, so she had circled it… but, let’s just say she had a guilty conscience…

Xie Qingzheng looked up at Mo Jiangxue. Mo Jiangxue was already reading the new book with a calm expression, with tea and the moonlight. The words she had just said seemed to be just a casual remark, to scare her.

The person before her, who seemed strong and cold, was actually a bit of a softie. She never forced her to do things she didn’t want to do, and sometimes she even liked to be serious and half-jokingly scare and tease her.

Xie Qingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and continued to make her nest. After she was done, she turned to look at her master and asked, “Master, are you sleepy?”

Mo Jiangxue glanced at her sideways. “It is you who is sleepy.”

Xie Qingzheng smiled. “That’s right. I’ve been busy all day and am a little tired.”

Mo Jiangxue flicked her sleeve slightly and extinguished the candlelight. “Then sleep.”

A cultivator’s night vision was very good. It didn’t really matter if there was light or not. Hearing the faint sound of her master undressing, Xie Qingzheng’s ears suddenly turned red.

She didn’t dare to look back. She quickly lay down, stuffed the copy of the Book of Songs under her pillow, closed her eyes, and haphazardly covered herself with the quilt.

Mo Jiangxue took off her outer robe, leaving only a thin, white undergarment. She slowly walked towards the bed. As she passed by Xie Qingzheng’s position, she deliberately stopped, lowered her eyes, and looked at the corner of the book peeking out from under the pillow. She said lightly, “You are really getting more and more disobedient.”

She was probably talking about her not letting her read the book. Xie Qingzheng had a guilty conscience and did not dare to retort, only pretending to be foolish. “Master, rest well. Good night.”

Mo Jiangxue let out an almost inaudible hum and went to the bed to lie down.

Xie Qingzheng, with her back to Mo Jiangxue, her eyelids heavy, her body tired, found it difficult to fall asleep.

In the darkness, she could clearly hear the other’s even and light breathing. The scene from that day flashed in her mind. It was also like this, with her back to her master. Her master had taken the initiative to get close to her, to smell her neck, to gently suck, lick, and bite, and had even let out a faint gasp by her ear…

Her emotions were in a turmoil, and her heart pounded more and more violently. She quickly stopped her memories and silently recited the Scripture of Purity and Tranquility in her heart.

Those images were too audacious, as if she had profaned a god, making her feel extremely immoral and ashamed. She should also use the Yaoguang Bell to erase her own memory.

“Elder Suchen will come out of seclusion tomorrow. At that time, we can use the Yaoguang Bell.” Mo Jiangxue said softly.

The Yaoguang Bell had previously acknowledged Tanluan as its master, and only Tanluan could use it. After they had brought it back to the Xuanji Sect, Xiao Wangqing had given the Yaoguang Bell to Jin Suchen to re-forge.

After being re-forged with a Guiyuan Stone, the spirit artifact would return to an ownerless state, and anyone could use it.

Hearing this, Xie Qingzheng suddenly sat up and looked at Mo Jiangxue, her sleepiness instantly gone.

Would her master use the Yaoguang Bell to restore her own memory?

Mo Jiangxue lay on her back on the bed, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, her face like jade, as calm as water. Her hands were on her abdomen, her fingertips tapping lightly, as if at random, and as if with a hidden meaning. “The Ten Directions Domain has a technique called the ‘Heart-Capturing Technique,’ which can hypnotize a person’s memory. The lower the cultivation, the easier it is to be hypnotized. If it is used with the Yaoguang Bell, which can control the mind, then it can almost completely erase a person’s memory.”

Xie Qingzheng’s whole body went cold, and her heart leaped into her throat. She stared at Mo Jiangxue, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn’t say a word.

Mo Jiangxue turned to look at her and, seeing her extremely panicked expression, thought to herself, She is really not good at lying. And only I can’t bear to expose her lies.

“Since it can erase a person’s memory, it can naturally also help a person to restore their memory.” Mo Jiangxue’s tone was calm, and her gaze also turned away, not looking at Xie Qingzheng’s flustered appearance. “Your background is complicated. We’ll use the Yaoguang Bell another day to see if it can help you to restore your childhood memories.”

Xie Qingzheng hesitated for a while and then nodded stiffly. “Alright… thank you, Master…”

She lay back down and thought to herself: Is that all Master has to say? Is she hinting at something?

Her gaze was fixed on Mo Jiangxue, but Mo Jiangxue had closed her eyes and, as if it were a matter of course, said, “Sleep. Good night.”

“…Good night, Master.”

She couldn’t be at peace at all.

After tossing and turning all night, the next day, when Xie Qingzheng woke up, she stood under the plum tree in a daze, unable to calm her mind no matter what.

The Dao Discussion Conference was starting today, and she still had to go to Zixiao Peak to help. She had stood on Ethereal Peak for a shichen and still couldn’t calm her mind. Before she left, she glanced at her master. Her master was sitting in the bamboo pavilion, playing the qin, the sound of the qin tinkling, as if she were in a good mood.

She was anxious and couldn’t sleep, but the other was calm.

Xie Qingzheng couldn’t help but suspect that she had angered her master yesterday and had been defiant at every turn. Was her master deliberately taking revenge on her…

But then she thought that she was overthinking it.

Forget it, forget it. She couldn’t think about such complicated things. Xie Qingzheng stomped her foot and flew to Zixiao Peak on her sword.

At the grand event, the Xuanmen cultivators sat on lotus platforms, debating the law and the Dao, their words like swords.

Among the cultivators, Xiao Wangqing’s eloquence was the most outstanding, quoting from the classics, her words flowing like a river.

It was inevitable that some would mention the evil and ghost cultivation paths. Some agreed that these paths had a quick way to achieve success and could be learned from. Some were firmly opposed, saying that the evil path was the evil path, and that cultivating it would damage one’s state of mind and would surely make it difficult to attain the Great Dao.

There were also some who felt that the righteous and the evil should not be judged by one’s background. If a ghost cultivator had never done evil, had never harmed anyone, and had only absorbed the yin qi, ghostly qi, resentful qi, and malevolent qi from piles of dead bodies to cultivate, then the Xuanmen spiritual cultivators did not have to kill them all and could be tolerant.

There were also some who were clearly opposed, believing that cultivating the evil path, even if one did not do evil or harm people for a time, would, over time, inevitably become cruel and bloodthirsty.

There were also debates on the way of slaughter, the way of heartlessness, and so on. There were special people who would compile the various viewpoints from the Dao Discussion Conference into books for the cultivators of the cultivation world to study.

Xie Qingzheng stood by the fruit stand, and while listening to the crowd’s fanciful talk, she stuffed fruits into her mouth.

The fruits at the Dao Discussion Conference were all spirit fruits. Eating them had the effect of replenishing qi and strengthening the body, and they also tasted very good.

She took some and stuffed them into her bosom, planning to take them back to Ethereal Peak to share with her master.

The grand event lasted for six days and six nights. On the last day, Xie Youke proposed that the major sects form an alliance to jointly attack the demonic cult.

The cultivators of all the sects had all suffered at the hands of the demonic cult. Some had had their fellow disciples harmed, and some had had their entire sects wiped out. And with the battle at Tianquan Manor before, Xie Youke’s prestige was very high. When she proposed an alliance, everyone could only agree with joy. There was no reason to object.

Next month, the group would go to the Tianshu Sect in Zhulu City to discuss the formal alliance.

After returning to Ethereal Peak, Xie Qingzheng told this matter to Mo Jiangxue.

Mo Jiangxue was indifferent and only said coolly, “Even if someone objects to the alliance, in the current situation, they would not dare to show it.”

Xie Qingzheng nodded. “That’s right. Many people think that the massacre of the Tianquan Manor is related to Sect Master Xie.”

Xie Youke was the supreme of the Xuanmen. She could get whatever she wanted. To wipe out a manor was just a matter of lifting a finger.

Although she did not admit it, Tianquan Manor had in the end fallen into the hands of the Tianshu Sect.

The truth of the matter was perhaps not important. People would rather believe their own suspicions and even look for trivial details to prove their suspicions than to investigate the truth behind it.

The most contradictory point was that Xie Youke was the beneficiary and could not prove her innocence.

And the person who really knew the truth could not fully say it, otherwise it would push Yun Yi and Si Li into the vortex of public opinion.

If this matter really had nothing to do with Xie Youke, then the mastermind behind it was truly deep.

Xie Qingzheng sighed again. “Why didn’t she explain more…”

Mo Jiangxue thought for a moment and said, “Perhaps it was an exchange. There are gains and losses.”

Xie Qingzheng: “An exchange? Yun Yi and Si Li have retired to the jianghu and are living in peace. Sect Master Xie has gotten Tianquan Manor and the Tianquan Saber, and has also taken the blame for the massacre for Manor Lord Yun. Is that what it means?”

Mo Jiangxue hummed in acknowledgment. “The moment she took the Tianquan Saber, she knew what she would face. She was also very clear about what she had to do, and she was very anxious.”

Her ambition was clear, and she even seemed a little impatient. She wanted to promote the merging of the seven sects, she wanted to attack and eliminate the demonic cult, and she wanted to combine the Soul-Gathering Lamp, even if it meant tarnishing her reputation, even if it meant offending her fellow Daoists. She didn’t care.

Xie Qingzheng sighed softly and recited, “Xie Fuyun, Xie Youke…”

Sect Master Xie… there were many who admired her, respected her, feared her, and hated her. Every time Xie Qingzheng saw her, she did not have those complicated feelings, only an inexplicable, slightly sour sense of familiarity.

Perhaps, in the depths of her heart, she longed to be close to Sect Master Xie, but it was a pity that their statuses were so different, and Sect Master Xie had no intention of being close to her in public.

“Let’s not talk about these things.” A white light flashed in Mo Jiangxue’s hand, and a string of bells appeared in her palm. “Ding-ling-ling—” She gently shook the Yaoguang Bell and looked at Xie Qingzheng’s eyes. “I’ll try and see if I can help you to restore your memory.”

Xie Qingzheng’s heart skipped a beat. She blurted out and asked, “Master, have you tried it?”