Seeing that he was unmoved, the Nightmare Devil could only watch as it was about to be devoured by the God Slaying Crossbow. It was about to fall into despair when a gloomy-looking pearl flew to it.
The Nightmare Devil was delighted, “Thank you, Devil……”
Seeing the young man’s stony expression, the Nightmare Devil changed its words, “I’ll create a dream for you now.”
Tantai Jin had dug out its inner core, so for five hundred years, it could only behave like a lowly demon without the ability to create dreams. But now, with the power of the Mirage Pearl, it could draw their spiritual consciousness into the pearl and create a beautiful dream for them, saving its own life.
“Entering my dream, both you and she will be dreamers. In the dream, you’ll use another identity and meet her again. However, I’m unable to control how it’ll unfold. I can only say…… it’ll probably be a beautiful dream?” The Nightmare Devil spoke the last sentence somewhat guiltily.
Tantai Jin hummed.
He simply wanted to know— if none of this had happened, would she have…… liked him even just a little?
Either fulfill his wish, or let him give up completely.
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“Fw Fw, oyjl wr!”
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Apricot blossoms were falling on her shoulders, forming a thick layer. She found herself in an apricot blossom forest, with a green-clad immortal looking at her with concern.
It was Yao Guang.
She suddenly sat up in the apricot blossom forest. How did I end up here? Wasn’t I supposed to……
What was it again?
“I need to go back to five hundred years ago and remove the Devil God’s evil bone,” she softly murmured.
Yao Guang tapped her forehead, both angry and amused, “You, I’ve already told you not to read so many mortal huaben1话本 (huàběn) – printed versions of the prompt-books used by popular storytellers in Song and Yuan times (salient features of huaben stories: use of the vernacular larded with the stock expressions of professional storytellers; liberal admixture of colloquialisms and archaisms; frequent inclusion of rhymed passages, idioms, or poems for narrative or descriptive purposes; a routine preamble before the feature story). The Great War of Gods and Devils happened tens of thousands of years ago. Who knows if those made-up legends are true or false? Instead of thinking about five hundred years in the past, you should focus on being able to enter Penglai2蓬莱 (Pénglái) – Penglai, county-level city in Yantai 烟台, Shandong; Penglai, one of three fabled islands in Eastern sea, abode of immortals Immortal Island first.”
Interrupted by Yao Guang, the jumbled thoughts in her mind became blurred. Su Su stood up from the ground and brushed the flower petals off her body.
“What were you thinking about just now?” Yao Guang asked as she pulled her towards Penglai Immortal Island.
Flocks of cranes flew in the sky, giving off a peaceful impression.
Su Su pressed her temples, “It’s nothing.”
What’s wrong with me?
“Do you know what you’re supposed to do?” Yao Guang asked, slightly angry. “Be careful not to mess up when paying respects to the master,3拜师 (bài//shī) – to formally become an apprentice to a master; to pay respects to the master or the Sect Leader will punish you.”
After Yao Guang’s reminder, Su Su finally remembered.
Looking at the familiar scenery in front of her, she brushed her fingers over the feathers of an immortal crane, feeling a bit annoyed.
She came to Penglai Immortal Island to learn the Qinghong Sword Technique from Immortal Senior Rong Kui, the island’s master.
Throughout the entire Immortal Realm, the Qinghong Sword of Penglai was the most renowned; a single slash could split mountains and seas. Qu Xuanzi doted on his daughter, but he found that the sword technique of Hengyang Sect wasn’t suitable for Su Su, so he sent her to Penglai to learn.
The Luan bird immortal carriage carried Su Su until it finally reached Penglai from Hengyang. However, before she even had a chance to enter the Penglai Immortal Gate, she saw a man in white raise his hand, about to kill another man lying prostrate on the ground.
The man on the ground was truly pitiful. He was covered in blood and wearing a Penglai disciple robe. Meanwhile, the man in white standing above him looked calm, intending to extract the other man’s spiritual root.
Su Su noticed that the man on the ground had pure immortal Qi, while the one intending to harm him exuded a faint devilish Qi.
She thought to herself, what a bold devilish cultivator! How dare he harm Penglai’s disciple at the Penglai Immortal Island’s gate!
Su Su’s eyes flickered with mischief.
With a snap of her fingers, the moment the white-clad man attempted to extract his spiritual root, the man on the ground suddenly turned into a chirping bird.
The man in white was stunned for a moment, he looked at the little bird on the ground in displeasure, then coldly glanced at Su Su’s immortal carriage.
“Watch out for hidden weapons!” Su Su threw out several red feathers. Hearing her words, the white-clad man swung his sword to cut the feathers down.
But Su Su had been waiting for this moment. As the feathers shattered, they transformed into itching powder, cascading down upon the man.
She thought to herself, do you think you can endure Martial Uncle Qing Li’s high-grade spiritual medicine?
The man stiffened, and his expression froze. He gritted his teeth and looked towards Su Su’s immortal carriage, “You’re from Hengyang Sect?”
The young girl poked her head out of the immortal carriage and happily made a face at him.
The cinnabar dot in between her eyebrows was stunning, and the Luan bird beside her chirped as if cheering her on.
The man’s gaze swept over her, and he suddenly coldly laughed, “Li Su Su, Daoist name Yuling, who came to Penglai with the hope of learning skills from Immortal Senior Rong Kui.”
“How did you know?” Su Su looked at him suspiciously.
As soon as she finished her question, several Penglai disciples came out, respectfully and excitedly greeting, “Martial Uncle Jiumin, you’re back!”
“J-jiumin?” Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Su Su didn’t feel so good anymore.
She had a lively personality when she was young, and the people in Hengyang pampered her.
Before she came, Qu Xuanzi had looked at his charming and adorable daughter and earnestly advised, “Rong Kui has a direct disciple named Cang Jiumin, born with a sword bone4has the aptitude for learning swords. He’s an extraordinary talent from the younger generation. Rong Kui is training him to be the next successor to Penglai Island. I’ve heard he has a somewhat peculiar temperament. Su Su, when you go, you must be obedient and get along well with him.”
Su Su had nodded solemnly and respectfully replied, “Dad, rest assured.”
Everyone in Hengyang liked her, so there was no reason for her to be disliked by a Penglai disciple, right?
Who would’ve known she would offend Cang Jiumin the first day she arrived.
With a simple raise of his hand, Cang Jiumin transformed the spirit bird on the ground back into the pale-faced man.
It was clear that he was truly angry, as he didn’t even bother to extract the man’s spiritual root and just killed him directly.
It wasn’t until Su Su was refused outside the gate while Cang Jiumin took the disciples back to Penglai Island, trapping her and the Luan bird outside the barrier, that she realized she was in trouble.
Although she didn’t understand why Cang Jiumin had wanted to extract the spiritual root of that disciple, there was no way the direct disciple of the Penglai Island Master could be a devilish cultivator.
There must have been a misunderstanding.
“Let me explain. Cang Jiumin, I’m sorry. Can I help you remove the itching powder?” She tapped on the barrier, but the person didn’t even look back at her and had already walked far away.
Edited by: Gaze
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