Chapter 29 p2
“Why would I rob anyone? The effort and reward wouldn’t be balanced,” Feng Chiyue snorted. “These are all mine,” she emphasized.
Ming Jian Su looked at her suspiciously. In the past two hundred years, she hadn’t received a single piece of Cinnabar Jade from Feng Chiyue… but the elixirs had been endless, much better than those from the Supreme Palace.
“I went to the Abyss of the Milky Way,” Feng Chiyue said casually.
Ming Jian Su was stunned. She immediately remembered that was where she had found Feng Chiyue. But back then, apart from the formation seal, she hadn’t seen any treasures. Had Feng Chiyue hidden them? For so many years, she had kept quiet about it? Ming Jian Su’s gaze became accusatory, and she couldn’t help but ask. She had been penniless when she ascended to the Immortal Realm, starting from the lowest position as an attendant. If she had had access to such wealth back then, she would have retired long ago! Would she have had to work like a dog for so many years?
“I was afraid you would cheat me out of my money and my body,” Feng Chiyue replied matter-of-factly.
Ming Jian Su: “…” She had begged her to be taken away from the Abyss of the Milky Way, and now she was accusing her of being a cheat! How wicked!
“These are all for you,” Feng Chiyue said.
The slight annoyance Ming Jian Su had felt vanished like a popped bubble. She hesitated for a moment, then firmly refused.
“Junior Sister, keep them for yourself.” She still held the position of East Abode Master and received a salary from the Heavenly Court. She could support herself. She wouldn’t be a freeloader! Her past ideals were no longer her present ideals.
“If you don’t want them, I’ll give them to someone else,” Feng Chiyue said.
“Someone else? Who?” Ming Jian Su’s alarm bells went off. She looked at Feng Chiyue, her expression serious.
Feng Chiyue took out the Chaos Mirror and tapped Zhu Wan’s name.
Seeing her actions, Ming Jian Su relaxed. There were no suspicious contacts on the Chaos Mirror. Good, no one had dared to approach her junior sister.
Zhu Wan lived nearby and arrived at the Dharma Hall within moments.
She was also shocked to see the Qiankun bags, thinking that Feng Chiyue and Ming Jian Su had raided someone’s treasury.
Feng Chiyue pointed at the bags. “Put these away,” she said.
Zhu Wan’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She had never seen such valuable treasures. She picked up the bags with trembling hands, as if handling priceless artifacts. Such trust warmed her heart, but the next moment, Feng Chiyue’s voice shattered.
— Elder Sister, do you want to get a new disciple? Someone more capable, less clumsy, and braver.
Zhu Wan left the Dharma Hall with the bags, her face expressionless, cursing Feng Chiyue silently.
Ming Jian Su didn’t consider Feng Chiyue’s suggestion to find another disciple. Her mind was still on the pile of treasures. It was impossible to accumulate such wealth overnight. She had found Feng Chiyue in the Abyss of the Milky Way.
Back then, according to Feng Chiyue, she had already been trapped for decades. The Abyss of the Milky Way was the purest place of spiritual energy in the Immortal Realm. Could treasures simply appear out of thin air? After a moment of thought, Ming Jian Su asked, “Where did you get these?”
Feng Chiyue raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know,” she said simply.
Ming Jian Su: “…” “Then how can you say they’re yours?”
Feng Chiyue frowned. “Aren’t the treasures I collected before my Nirvana mine?”
Ming Jian Su was stunned. “You’ve undergone Nirvana?” she asked, bewildered. Why hadn’t she noticed? And Feng Chiyue had never mentioned it before.
Feng Chiyue said casually, “I don’t remember much from before my Nirvana. It’s not important anyway.” She pulled Ming Jian Su down onto the couch, wrapped her arms around her, and said, “I probably died once because I ate something I shouldn’t have. There was a nameless poison in my body, a mixture of all sorts of substances. But the fire of Nirvana burned away most of it, leaving behind only a tiny trace that occasionally affects my thoughts and behavior. For example–”
“Open your Sea of Consciousness,” Ming Jian Su interrupted, her voice urgent.
Feng Chiyue’s fingers twitched, her gaze evasive. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
Ming Jian Su’s expression was serious. She ignored Feng Chiyue’s teasing. They had lived together for over two hundred years. She knew Feng Chiyue’s body like the back of her hand. But she had never found any traces of poison. They had dual cultivated, their consciousnesses intertwined, their souls completely exposed to each other. How could a poison hide so well? Could she have overlooked it in her moments of bliss? The thought filled her with guilt.
Although Ming Jian Su occasionally lied, Feng Chiyue still trusted her implicitly. Hearing her request, she lowered her mental defenses, allowing Ming Jian Su’s consciousness to enter her Sea of Consciousness. Unlike Feng Chiyue’s laziness and tranquility, Ming Jian Su was anxious, her mind focused on finding the poison, ignoring any thoughts of pleasure. After an unknown amount of time, she finally found a faint red mark in Feng Chiyue’s Sea of Consciousness—it was enveloped in a small ball of crimson fire and would eventually be burned away.
With a single touch, Ming Jian Su knew what the residual poison was—it was simply the accumulated toxins from all the random elixirs Feng Chiyue had consumed. High-quality elixirs were perfect and flawless, their energy harmonious, without any impurities. But ordinary elixirs contained residues that needed to be expelled through cultivation, known as “elixir toxins.”
Had Feng Chiyue truly eaten something she shouldn’t have before her Nirvana?
Ming Jian Su was about to withdraw from Feng Chiyue’s Sea of Consciousness when Feng Chiyue’s consciousness playfully wrapped around hers. The sensation of their consciousnesses intertwined was too pleasurable to resist, and Ming Jian Su didn’t want to resist.
A long time later, Ming Jian Su finally came back to her senses. She sat up, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze unfocused as she looked at Feng Chiyue, forgetting about the elixir toxins.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Feng Chiyue said suddenly. “I must not have had any family or friends before my Nirvana.” Her tone was certain, her expression as indifferent as if she were talking about someone else’s past. “If I did, how could I have undergone Nirvana in the Abyss of the Milky Way? How could no one have taken care of my possessions?”
Ming Jian Su stared at her, her mind blank. A multitude of emotions swelled within her, threatening to burst out of her chest. “I–”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t,” Feng Chiyue said, her tone turning cheerful. She pulled Ming Jian Su down and poked her flushed cheek. “Now it’s all ours!”
Ming Jian Su wasn’t as carefree as Feng Chiyue. The Phoenix lineage was very close-knit. It was rare to see a Phoenix who was estranged from their clan. Not all Phoenixes could undergo Nirvana, and those who could were all elites of the lineage. When the day of Nirvana arrived, they would surely be under the care of their clan. But her junior sister had severed ties with the Phoenix lineage both before and after her Nirvana. Should she find an opportunity to check the Phoenix clan’s registry and confirm her junior sister’s origins?
“Junior Sister, don’t you really want to know about your past?” she asked seriously.
Feng Chiyue’s hand had already slipped into Ming Jian Su’s robe, her fingers caressing her waist. Hearing Ming Jian Su’s question, she paused, then said, her voice laced with displeasure, “You, Ming Jian Su, are you planning to kick me out after taking my money?”
“Of course not,” Ming Jian Su said hastily. She thought for a moment. If someone claiming to be her junior sister’s family or friend appeared and tried to take her away, she would definitely kill them. “Junior Sister, will you leave me?” she asked, her voice serious as she leaned closer to Feng Chiyue.
Feng Chiyue pinched her waist. “You were the one who ran away.” How dare she blame her? As expected, wealth corrupted. It hadn’t even been a full night, and Ming Jian Su was already twisting the truth.
Ming Jian Su chuckled.
Good, she was still number one in her junior sister’s heart.
—
The next day.
Undefeated returned. Apart from a few beautiful feathers on its tip, it also carried an invitation from the East Sea.
“Those feathered immortals who were disobeying orders have come to their senses. They’re currently counting their members and will report to the Celestial Feather Hall before sunset,” Ming Jian Su said. She knew her junior sister wouldn’t bother reading the documents from the Celestial Feather Ministry, so she had taken over the responsibility. She had already decided to eliminate Danxue Mountain, so she had to secure the position of Celestial Feather Minister for her junior sister. That way, her actions would be justified.
“You’re quite skilled at handling these matters, Elder Sister,” Feng Chiyue said with a smile, picking up the last piece of fruit and offering it to Ming Jian Su, a rare display of attentiveness. Her Elder Sister had worked hard last night. She had to be considerate and be a good junior sister. Wanting to share Ming Jian Su’s burden, she picked up the invitation from the East Sea and scanned through it.
“I often handled sect affairs before I ascended, cleaning up those fools’ messes,” Ming Jian Su said, taking advantage of the moment her mouth was free. “Who is it from the East Sea?”
“Ying Cunxin,” Feng Chiyue said, frowning slightly. Some people on the Chaos Mirror had said that Ying Cunxin, the East Sea Dragon Princess, admired strength and beauty. She had even been willing to break off her engagement with the West Sea for the Emperor’s Daughter. But in terms of strength, Chu Yi couldn’t compare to her Elder Sister. And in terms of beauty, she was also far behind. Could it be that after learning of her Elder Sister’s return, Ying Cunxin had decided that Chu Yi’s appearance was too ordinary and had set her sights on her Elder Sister instead? An idea formed in her mind. “Elder Sister, has Chu Yi contacted you these past few days?” she asked.
“Yes,” Ming Jian Su replied, frowning.
“Then invite her here,” Feng Chiyue said.
Ming Jian Su put down her brush, her mind no longer on the documents. Alarm bells rang in her head. Why did her junior sister want to invite Chu Yi?
“I think the Emperor’s Daughter is quite impressive. She single-handedly annihilated the Morning Sun Assembly,” Feng Chiyue said.
Ming Jian Su: “…” Her junior sister was actually praising Chu Yi! What did that have to do with Chu Yi? She was the one who had done it! Those from the Morning Sun Assembly had bullied her junior sister and deserved to die! There were many praises on the Chaos Mirror. Could it be that her junior sister had actually believed them?
“Elder Sister, when Chu Yi arrives, praise her generously,” Feng Chiyue said.
Ming Jian Su’s temper flared. She slammed her hand on the table, her face dark. “No!”
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