Divine Mountain is Emotionless
Yue Ran, you were still right!
"Let's go back!" Yue Ran heaved a sigh, raising a hand to put away that shield he had placed around the two of them in order to conceal their aura. Knowing how much she hopes there to be someone that would treat her genuinely, that not until the very last moment, would she be willing to let go. Only this can make her give up.
The two pushed away the peach tree branches in their way, walked straight into their direction, meeting with Yin Luo's face which was blooming with a smile resembling spring, a face full of joy, staring at Mu Zi Xin. His was completely opposite that of the gloomy Yue Ran who stood at her side.
"Yin Luo, I am called Yin Luo!" Yin Luo took over his words, and interrupted, "You must be who Bai Zhu said, that Shi Xiong that he must save?"
"So it's the head-master!" Yin Luo was slightly startled, knowing why she had thought he looked familiar. She turned with another brilliant smile when looking towards the other person, "I've already taken medicine, so am already much better. Came to see how things are going!"
"It's no problem! I have the undying body of a God!" Yin Luo smiled wryily, slowly taking back that hand he has caught. Eyes staring at him, but not like before when she was just staring at his face. Instead, it's fixed at waist side.
"I was wondering...where did you put the Liu Hua Flower?"
Yin Luo looked down. It really was! "Gong Zi has really cherished it, I'm very happy!" While speaking, she extends her hand to take his hand. Yet from her chest comes a wave of intense pain, making her need to bend down.
"Nothing!" Once again she dodged support from his arm, taking a step back and bumped into Yue Ran behind her. Yue Ran's brows came together, his expression tensed. Seeing her tightly clenching her chest and the look of her panting, he sighed, in the end gave her an arm
With effort, she pulled his hand over. At the center of his palm laid her Liu Hua Flower. Stroking it, she can still feel that faint warmth it carried. She made a move to take it, but felt his hand move, as if wanting to hold onto it, but in the end still let her take it.
Yin Luo fixed her eyes on that Liu Hua which had returned back to her hands. The flower, being wrapped in a layer of transparent ice, it's petals are snowy white and pure, with only a dab of scarlet at the center of the flower, pure yet bewitching. It is that drop of blood from a God, which keeps the flower from withering when detached from the branch.
Mu Zi Xin's expression becomes bitter, his contracted heart tightening, able hear that distancing in her tone, "You are going back to the Divine Mountain?"
"....Won't wait for me.....to send you....?"
High Xian? She has indeed heard them. "....this time....it was all thanks to you....I don't know how to thank...."
Seeing him nod, she continues, "I heard that the Flower Yao refused to become a xian, therefore has met with the Jade Emperor's punishment. But the flower spirits are naturally innocent and kind, definitely not of those kinds that frequently commit grave evils. Hope that High Xian can help ask for some leniency in this."
"Then Yin Luo is grateful towards High Xian!" She bends her body wanting to bow, but as a result, influences her wound again, coughing nonstop. Seeing Mu Zi Xin coming forward, she hurriedly takes another two steps back, into Yue Ran. "That flower spirit....and I are quite acquainted, and so with that favor...between the God Realm and Xian Realm, all debt can be considered settled!"
Not knowing whether it's the usual pain in her chest, or the pain on the body is too immense, but once Yin Luo starts coughing found that she cannot stop. Her whole body is almost pressed against Yue Ran's frame.
"....It was my name before I took the xian path. Upon entering Bai Mu, my teacher has given the name Zi Xin!"
"Then....farewell!" Yin Luo used up her last bit of strength, her legs giving up from underneath, no longer able to stand.
Mu Leng Li looked at that pale face besides him, the Mu Zi Xin that doesn't reveal any emotions, and quietly started "Zi Xin, this...."
"Shi Xiong. My whole life, I have kept my mind on the countless lives, kept my mind on the Xian Realm, kept my mind on Bai Mu. Have I been right, or wrong?"
He no longer wanted to continue to discuss the matter. Gently closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and openened them again, already back to the clarity from before.
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In the evening, when all in nature quiets down, today however is still brightly lit. At the front of the assembly hall, people bustled about, about ten or more. Each displayed the demeanor of a xian. What was suppose to be a place bustling with noise and excitement, at this moment is quiet to the point of being strange. All this, only because of the lady seated at the high chair.
Yin Luo's entire body is soaked in blood. Without Yue Ran's support, she can only lay on the floor. Struggling to keep her head up, she looked towards the high chair at that face that had not yet shown even a slight wave of emotion.
Yan Xi gave no response. In her eyes, it seems that there isn't even her reflection. She merely sits there on the throne. However, it is Uncle Fu who stands at the side who frowns.
Yin Luo took a glance at Uncle Fu, then turns her head to observe all around her. In the assembly hall, there are about ten people, all being those who normally interact with her Honor. From outward appearances, they seem to serve her Honor with a sworn heart. So most of the time, they are usually elsewhere, never completely able to gather together before.
Eyes itchy and slightly swollen, she reached her hand up, thinking that she would touch some wet droplets or such, but only saw on her hands the dried blood stains. How has she forgotten? Gods do not have tears.
Everyone on site frowned, expressions showing comptempt as usual.
Although this was an expected response, Yin Luo still cannot help the surge of pain in her chest, no longer lifting her head to look towards that person up there. Undeniably, it is a face that held a certain similarity to hers, yet compared to any other, is more foreign.
Yin Luo felt her chest constrict, her wound becoming more serious. Sprawled on the floor, holding her head, "Yin Luo knows....the Soul Return is invaluable, on the entire Divine Mountain there is only one. If used on myself....is definitely....a waste. But even though so, I am still part of the God Lineage. Right now from the God race, there is only the two of us. I hope that your Honor...would look onto our race....and save....Yin Luo's." Yin Luo tried her best, bringing her body even lower, even though she is already very low.
"Second Master should know the use of the 'Soul Return'!" The one speaking is still Uncle Fu, "It is a Sacred Andedote passed down by the ancestors, there is only one. The purpose is that the day when the Mo Shen reappears, if there is any misfortunate happenings, this andedote can be used to change things around. This concerns every life in the six realms, how can it be wasted in such a time!"
"Yin Luo knows of this andedote's importance! Only to borrow it for one use, that's all I ask. If in the coming days, the Mo Shen really returns, Yin Luo is willing to use her body to bring out an andedote. To remake the 'Soul Return'."
So, it is in fear that the andedote that they would get from using her to produce would be contaminated, falling short of the initial healing effects of the medicine! Yin Luo, with effort, maintained that smile on her face. At the bottom of the heart, surfaces waves of a strange taste. It's of blood, carrying an unknown bitterness. Habitally wanting to slip her hand into the bag at her side for the preserved honey pieces, but realised that she didn't have that strength.
"Yin Luo....understands!