eurekapd Chapter 1779 It's time to settle old scores.
Chapter 1779 It's time to settle old scores.
The door to the quiet room opened slightly, and Mingchuan slowly walked out with Leng Xi's support.
He changed into a loose, moon-white robe, his long hair was simply tied up, and although his face was still pale, his eyes had regained their former clarity and sharpness, but there was still a trace of weariness hidden deep inside.
The side hall is located to the east of the suspended hall, with a sea of clouds surging outside the window and bright light.
Mu Yaoyao was standing by the window, wearing a light blue flowing dress, her figure graceful.
Hearing footsteps, she turned around. Her beautiful face was expressionless, but her jaw was slightly tense. Her gaze swept quickly over Mingchuan before shifting to the side.
"Sect Master Ming," Mu Yaoyao's voice was colder than usual, even carrying a hint of deliberate aloofness, "You have come here on official business."
But there were other emotions in his eyes.
She seemed very worried that Mingchuan would remember what she had said to him at his bedside...
After a pause, and after Mingchuan nodded, Mu Yaoyao unconsciously twirled her cuff before adding, "I heard you've woken up, and Master asked me to check on you... to see if your injuries will affect our important discussions."
The words were spoken stiffly, like reciting an official letter. But if you listened carefully and glanced at a few words, the ending sounds were unnaturally soft.
Mingchuan sat down in the main seat, not surprised by Mu Yaoyao's awkward attitude, and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader Mu and Holy Maiden. Although the injury is serious, it is fine to discuss important matters. Holy Maiden, please sit down."
Leng Xi quietly retreated to Ming Chuan's side, her gaze calmly falling on Mu Yaoyao.
Mu Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't expected Mingchuan to suddenly address her as "Holy Maiden" so formally...
A pang of disappointment crossed her heart, but seeing that he was alright, she felt relieved. She could only sit down in the guest seat, her back ramrod straight, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Mingchuan, and focusing only on the teacup in front of her.
"In that case, I'll get straight to the point. The Wan Chuan Sect should have received the invitation from Longyin Temple, right?"
She spoke quickly, as if she wanted to finish what she needed to say: "This so-called selection of talents is actually a pretext for the Dragon Roar Temple to select and control cultivators from other realms. Those selected must go to the Holy Domain to receive a soul imprint, making them like puppets. This matter concerns the very foundation of the Spirit Domain, and is not a matter for any one sect or faction."
"They used to be more restrained, taking away our talents from the Spirit Realm under the pretext of choosing a son-in-law for the Holy Realm. But now, after we have just suffered such a heavy blow, they immediately stopped pretending. It's really hateful."
At this point, she glanced at Mingchuan, but when her gaze fell upon his pale face, she quickly lowered her eyes again, her tone becoming even harsher.
“Our Heaven-Mending Holy Sect will not send its disciples into this cage. However, the Holy Domain is powerful and needs someone to take the lead in resisting it. The Myriad Rivers Sect is currently at the height of its power and may be able to take on this task.”
She emphasized the words "currently in the limelight," as if it were a reminder, or perhaps a complex emotion she herself was unaware of.
"My master asked me to ask a question," Mu Yaoyao said, fiddling with her sleeve again, "what is the Wan Chuan Sect's attitude towards this matter?"
Mingchuan didn't answer immediately, but just looked at Mu Yaoyao quietly.
The fact that she came in person and said these words already demonstrated the stance of the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect and revealed her concern hidden beneath her stiff exterior.
This casual reminder carries significant weight.
The air was quiet for a moment.
Mu Yaoyao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and frowned slightly: "If the Sect Master's injuries have not yet healed, it is inconvenient to consider this..."
“The Holy Domain’s reach has gone too far.” Mingchuan finally spoke, his voice steady yet clear. “The affairs of the Spirit Domain should be decided by the people of the Spirit Domain themselves. Since the Wanchuan Sect is standing here, it will not sit idly by.”
He paused, then looked at Mu Yaoyao: "Please tell Sect Master Mu that the Wanchuan Sect appreciates the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect's frankness. I am aware of this matter."
Mu Yaoyao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but her expression remained tense. She only nodded stiffly: "Okay. I will pass it on."
She paused for a moment, as if hesitating about something, before finally taking out a plain white jade bottle from her sleeve and placing it on the table. Her tone was dry: "This is a secret recipe of the sect, the Heart-Clearing and Meridian-Protecting Pill. It has a slight effect on stabilizing the meridians and calming the shock to the soul. Master said... that you should take it on time."
After saying that, she immediately looked away, as if the bottle was too hot to handle.
Mingchuan looked at the jade bottle, then at her profile as she tried to remain calm, a faint smile flashing in his eyes: "Thank you, Sect Master Mu, and thank you... Holy Maiden for sending it."
"I was just following orders," Mu Yaoyao immediately retorted, but her voice was lower.
She stood up. "I have delivered the message. It is inconvenient to disturb the sect leader's rest any longer. Farewell."
After speaking, she turned and walked out, her steps quicker than when she came, the hem of her light blue skirt tracing a slightly hurried arc.
Leng Xi got up to see him off.
Upon reaching the palace gate, Mu Yaoyao paused slightly, seemingly wanting to turn back, but ultimately restrained herself, leaving only the words: "Mingchuan... take care."
The sound was very soft, almost disappearing into the wind.
After seeing Mu Yaoyao off, Leng Xi returned to the side hall and saw Ming Chuan examining the bottle of pills.
“This saintess,” Leng Xi walked to his side, unable to resist speaking sarcastically, “Hmph, you’re quite the hypocrite. And you, you’re always attracting attention. If Qianqian sees this, she’ll definitely give you a good beating.”
Mingchuan quickly coughed a few times, "Wife, what are you saying? If they want to like me, there's nothing I can do about it. I can't control them."
Leng Xi couldn't help but snort softly, but Ming Chuan laughed and pulled her into his arms: "Don't be angry. Look, Mu Yaoyao only knows that I have several beautiful wives by my side, that's why she's being so polite and distant today!"
"Who knows what you two might do in private..." Leng Xi was about to continue muttering softly when she caught sight of Ming Chuan's pale face. Afraid that saying too much would upset Ming Chuan, she could only hum and shut her mouth.
Seeing this, Mingchuan chuckled and went along with it, changing the subject.
"The information Mu Yaoyao brought this time is crucial. The Holy Domain is more anxious than we were, and their methods are more direct. This exchange meeting is a trap."
"How do you plan to resolve this?" Leng Xi asked.
“Restore our strength and consolidate our forces.” Mingchuan stood up, still looking weak, but his spine was straight. “Then, go to the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect. There are some old scores to settle, and some newcomers… I need to meet them.”
He looked at Leng Xi with a firm gaze: "In this game of the Spirit Realm, if the Holy Realm wants to make a move, it has to ask us, its pawns, if we're willing to play."
Leng Xi grasped his hand: "I'll stay with you."
"Of course." Mingchuan returned the handshake, feeling a reassuring warmth emanating from his palm.
Three days later, Mingchuan was able to walk on his own without assistance.
He came to the Observation Mirror platform alone, sat cross-legged in the center, closed his eyes and concentrated, reconnecting with the laws of space and nurturing the cracked silver talisman.
When the morning light shone down again, there were already barely perceptible silver specks of light swirling around him.
He opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"It's time to leave."
A crowd gathered in front of the suspended palace.
Mingchuan, dressed in black and silver robes, glanced over Axiong, Jizhou, Zhao Hu, and the dozens of Wanchuan Sect elites standing behind him, before finally settling his gaze on Leng Xi, Ran Qianqian, and Dong Chuyan beside him.
"Let's go."
The silver light gate opened, and he stepped in first.
Target: Qingcheng Yufa Sect.
That place, where past grievances and future choices intertwine!