Category: The Number One Good-for-Nothing in the Celestial Realm

Chapter 46 p1

Asura City was a dangerous place. The confrontation between the Heavenly Emperor and the Celestial Mother became increasingly apparent due to the Danxue Mountain incident, and Chu Yi, caught in the middle, found it difficult to navigate the situation perfectly. What could she do to break free from this predicament? While Ying Cunxin was still pondering Chu Yi’s situation, the mournful sound of horns reached her ears. Before she could even rise from her bed of seashells, a procession of mermaids entered, requesting her presence at the main hall of the Crystal Palace for a meeting.

Ying Cunxin rubbed her forehead. The current topic of discussion was the “Four Seas Department.” They couldn’t simply copy the Celestial Feather Ministry’s model. They needed to develop a system that suited the Four Seas. However, even with these efforts, the Four Seas Department had received a cold reception from the Heavenly Emperor. Clearly, the Emperor himself was strongly opposed to any major changes within the Heavenly Court’s departments. He was a stubborn old fool. Ying Cunxin cursed him silently but maintained a calm and aloof expression as she replied, “I understand.”

She rose slowly. Before leaving, fearing that Chu Yi might suddenly contact her, she sent her a message: “Discussions regarding the Four Seas Department are still ongoing. We’ll chat when I have time.”

Seeing Ying Cunxin’s name seal flashing, Chu Yi initially ignored it. She scanned through the recent documents from Asura City, searching for clues. The battlefield between gods and demons had become a “gold mine” for officials, a place where they could easily earn merits and climb the ranks. While there were many skirmishes between the two realms, sometimes battles were fought with a tacit understanding, a deviation from the norm. After a while, she set aside the documents and focused her consciousness on the Chaos Mirror. Seeing Ying Cunxin’s message, she scoffed. “Chat when I have time.” How long had Ying Cunxin ignored her? She had probably met some charming dragon in the West Sea or the North Sea while discussing the Four Seas Department reforms.

Banishing Ying Cunxin’s face from her mind, Chu Yi contacted Ming Jian Su. Discussions about Pengyuan Mountain were raging on the Chaos Mirror. She wondered if they had uncovered anything new. “Has there been any further activity in Pengyuan Mountain?” she asked.

“We’re not in Pengyuan Mountain anymore,” Ming Jian Su replied.

Chu Yi was startled. They weren’t in Pengyuan Mountain, nor had they returned to the battlefield. Had they gone back to the Heavenly Court? She frowned. “Where are you?”

“The Realm Beyond Heaven,” Ming Jian Su said.

Chu Yi: “…”

***

When Ming Jian Su answered Chu Yi, she and Feng Chiyue hadn’t actually reached the Realm Beyond Heaven yet.

The Realm Beyond Heaven was a secluded place where Star Monarchs and wandering immortals who wished to avoid the conflicts of the Heavenly Court went to cultivate. It was isolated from the affairs of the Immortal Realm. However, being in the Realm Beyond Heaven didn’t mean complete separation from the world. Yuan Yao Star Monarch, for example, had been summoned back by Danxue Mountain. Ming Jian Su had never been to the Realm Beyond Heaven, but she had read about it in the Immortal Realm’s records. It was located at the southern end of the Sui River, where a towering Jianmu tree, its peak beyond sight, served as a stairway to the realm.

“Some unofficial notes divide the Realm Beyond Heaven into Upper Realm and Lower Realm,” Ming Jian Su explained. “The immortals cultivating in the Upper Realm never interfere in the Heavenly Court’s affairs. But those in the Lower Realm haven’t completely severed their ties with the world, like Yuan Yao Star Monarch.” Over the past thousand years, many Star Monarchs had resigned from their positions and gone to the Realm Beyond Heaven to cultivate. Their cultivation levels were probably similar to Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s. She was being reasonable. She was only there to collect some spoils of war. Surely those immortals wouldn’t try to stop her?

Feng Chiyue snorted, her gaze fixed on the towering Jianmu(World) tree, a strange expression in her eyes.

Ming Jian Su took her hand and easily sensed her emotional shift. She gently rubbed the back of her hand with her thumb. “It’ll be quick. Or do you want to go back to Dong’e Mountain and wait for me?”

“No,” Feng Chiyue said without hesitation.

***

In the Realm Beyond Heaven.

Since this was a place of secluded cultivation, the Chaos Mirror’s network didn’t reach here. However, the immortals still had their own methods of communicating with the lower realms. For instance, at this moment, many Star Monarchs had learned about Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s death from their juniors. Those of human origin remained indifferent, but the feathered Star Monarchs couldn’t help but gather to discuss the matter. Most of them had come to the Realm Beyond Heaven after the Fall of the Phoenix, hoping to sever their ties with the world and erase any trace of karma, fearing the Phoenix’s return.

“Fellow Daoist Yuan Yao shouldn’t have been so impulsive. We’re already in the Realm Beyond Heaven. Why bother with the affairs of the lower realm?” An elder with a long white beard said, shaking his head and sighing.

“The Celestial Feather Ministry is undergoing major changes. It might not be our disciples who rise to prominence in the future.”

“What do those people think? Don’t they support the Heavenly Emperor?” the elder in white asked. He was referring to the Heavenly Immortals of human origin, former or even earlier retainers of the Heavenly Emperor. Most of them had gone to the Upper Realm, but some, unable to let go of the past, remained in the Lower Realm, keeping an eye on the Heavenly Court.

“It’s the Celestial Mother who’s pushing for these changes.”

“I thought the current Celestial Mother was in seclusion. Shouldn’t she be working together with the Heavenly Emperor?” The speaker’s tone was filled with surprise.

…

As they discussed the matter, a faint bell chime echoed from the sky. Almost simultaneously, everyone turned to look at the Jianmu tree. The ringing of the heavenly bell signaled the arrival of someone new in the Realm Beyond Heaven. Who could it be?

“They didn’t continue climbing the Jianmu tree to the Upper Realm. They’re going to register in the Lower Realm.” Almost all the immortals in the Lower Realm who were paying attention to the Jianmu tree sensed the approaching energy. Since the Lower Realm maintained connections with the Heavenly Court, conflicts and factions were inevitable. These Star Monarchs often enjoyed giving newcomers a “taste of their power.”

A brilliant light flashed across the sky, rippling like water, instantly enveloping half the heavens. The entire Lower Realm paled in comparison to its dazzling brilliance. It surged towards the Jianmu tree’s gate, attempting to suppress the powerful, foreign energy.

“It’s Ming He Star Monarch again,” a knowledgeable Star Monarch said with a sigh.

Ming He Star Monarch was known for his domineering and aggressive nature. Ever since he arrived in the Lower Realm, he had made it a point to display his power to every newcomer who came to register, making sure they knew who was in charge.

But just as the gate was about to shift, a boundless, overwhelming energy surged upwards from below, shaking the entire Realm Beyond Heaven. Even the Jianmu tree swayed violently, its branches rustling urgently. The scene, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, filled many Star Monarchs with fear and trepidation. They stared intently at the Jianmu(World) gate, their expressions wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Moments later, amidst the blinding light, a sword beam shot out, slashing towards the dazzling light ahead. It split the clouds, leaving a long trail of energy in its wake. Not only was the light shattered, but even the clouds in the sky were torn apart by the powerful sword energy. Ming He Star Monarch’s power had been vast and overwhelming, but upon seeing the sword light, they couldn’t gauge its strength. When sword intent descended, all else ceased to exist. Their senses were seemingly erased by the sword light. Only a sliver of their consciousness remained, aware of their continued existence.

The sword light reached Ming He Star Monarch’s abode. A series of violent explosions echoed from that location, followed by a furious roar. However, after a brief surge of magic power, the voice gradually faded.

Who had come? Was there such a powerful figure in the Heavenly Court? The Star Monarchs in the Realm Beyond Heaven were stunned.

***

Climbing the Jianmu tree was no easy feat. Ming Jian Su had long since grown impatient with the long journey. Finally reaching the gate to the Lower Realm, she was met with yet another obstacle. If it had been a natural barrier, she wouldn’t have minded, but the fluctuating spiritual energy clearly belonged to some immortal’s magical technique. Was she being stopped even from entering the Realm Beyond Heaven? Ming Jian Su had never been one to back down from a challenge. The moment she realized she was being intercepted, she summoned her magic sword and slashed forward.

Feng Chiyue also found these obstacles annoying. “The Realm Beyond Heaven isn’t a good place,” she declared.

“A place that could produce a villain like Yuan Yao Star Monarch must be evil,” Ming Jian Su agreed. She was tempted to simply cut down the entire Jianmu tree. If it was called the Realm Beyond Heaven, it should stay beyond the heavens and have nothing to do with the Immortal Realm.

“Who are you?” A surprised voice rang out from the sky as Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue emerged from the light.

Ming Jian Su frowned slightly. A quick scan revealed dozens of different energy signatures nearby. She summoned three magic swords, which circled her like streaks of light. Taking out the East Abode Master’s seal, she said calmly, “Yuan Yao, a criminal from the Realm Beyond Heaven, colluded with the demons. This humble Daoist is here to investigate.”

Upon hearing these words, over a dozen energy signatures retreated. The one who had spoken initially remained silent for a moment, then chuckled. “So, you’re an emissary from the Heavenly Court.”

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly, accepting the title of “emissary.” “Where can I find the criminal Yuan Yao’s abode?” she asked. Silence. After a long moment, a beam of light descended. Ming Jian Su caught it and found it to be a map of the Lower Realm. She didn’t know who had sent it. She bowed and said, “Thank you.” Then, with a whistle, she summoned a golden chariot. Helping Feng Chiyue into the chariot, she stood outside and drove towards Yuan Yao’s abode.

They didn’t conceal their arrival, and news of the emissary from the Heavenly Court quickly spread throughout the Realm Beyond Heaven.

Chapter 45

The rebellious demons had retreated from the battlefield between gods and demons. They had no intention of starting a full-scale war, so naturally, they wouldn’t cross the river separating the two realms and attack the Demon Abyss. As the group returned to Asura City, some breathed a sigh of relief, their faces filled with relaxed smiles, while others hung their heads, their eyes darting nervously, fearing punishment. This fear intensified upon reaching the central command center, where Chu Yi instructed the stationed official to activate the restrictions. The wandering immortals were terrified. Before Chu Yi could even speak, they collapsed to their knees.

Chu Yi ignored the wandering immortals. She spoke kindly to the officials who had worked hard, inquiring about the situation on the battlefield, then sent them to rest. As for Ming Jian Su, she didn’t even bother looking up. The fruits in Asura City couldn’t compare to those from Dong’e Mountain. Thankfully, she had brought plenty with her this time. They weren’t as fresh, but they were still better than nothing. Her junior sister had to endure these few days of hardship. Feng Chiyue sat beside Ming Jian Su, practically draped over her, her gaze lowered as she accepted the fruit being fed to her, completely ignoring the plight of the others.

Chu Yi, who had initially vented her frustration through battle, glanced at Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue several times, her irritation resurfacing. She could only glare at the terrified wandering immortals. Her anger had no effect on Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue. She wished they would simply vanish from the hall, but unfortunately, she still needed to get to the bottom of this matter. She knew that the Heavenly Court was rife with corruption, and she could tolerate minor transgressions, but “treason” was unforgivable.

“It was Peng Ning from Pengyuan Mountain who contacted us,” one of the wandering immortals insisted, still trying to resist. “He invited us to the battlefield to slay demons.”

Chu Yi didn’t reply. She tapped her fingers on the table, the sound crisp and clear. She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze lowered, her black eyes as dark as ink.

“It was Peng Ning and the Daoist in yellow robes who wanted to deal with the East Abode Master,” another wandering immortal confessed, his voice trembling, changing his story as he desperately tried to exonerate himself. “But they felt their cultivation wasn’t strong enough, so they invited us to help.” He added, “The East Abode Master is a great hero, guarding the battlefield for the Immortal Realm. We would never do anything to harm her. We came here to stop those two Daoists at a crucial moment, to prevent them from making a grave mistake.”

Ming Jian Su finally spoke, her voice calm. “I don’t know Peng Ning well. We have no grudge.” She paused, then added, “Neither does my junior sister.”

Chu Yi scoffed. She looked at the cowering wandering immortals, her expression cold and haughty. Finally, she spoke. “Who was behind it?” Seeing the immortals hesitating, beating around the bush, she said impatiently, “Yuan Yao and Peng Ning have already confessed. There’s no point in resisting.” The crimes listed in the jade slip were already imprinted with Yuan Yao’s name seal. There was no denying it. She was simply looking for witnesses now, to prevent the Celestial Pivot Department from trying to smooth things over. Those from Danxue Mountain were getting bolder with each transgression, relying on her father’s trust. Were they determined to disrupt the peace of the Immortal Realm?

“They have their reasons,” Feng Chiyue suddenly interjected. She looked at the wandering immortals with a sympathetic smile. “I have a way to make them tell us everything.”

“Oh?” Chu Yi looked at Feng Chiyue skeptically. If those words had come from Ming Jian Su, she might have believed them. But Feng Chiyue… her smile didn’t bode well.

Feng Chiyue said casually, “Let’s search their souls.” If their mouths were useless, there were other ways to extract their memories.

The wandering immortals exchanged horrified glances. Was this something a decent immortal would say?

Chu Yi knew that Feng Chiyue never had any good ideas, but there were only a few of them here. Who would know if they used such a forbidden method? They could simply have the Celestial Pivot Department find a scapegoat to take the blame, and the matter would be swept under the rug. The idea appealed to her. She looked at the wandering immortals, her gaze cold and sharp, like a gleaming blade.

Whether they confessed or not, their fate seemed grim. But what if the Emperor’s daughter decided to protect them? After a moment of deliberation, they made their choice. They confessed everything, detailing the collusion between Danxue Mountain and Peng Ning, their plot to kill Ming Jian Su.

Chu Yi’s brows twitched. “Foolish,” she said coldly.

The wandering immortals’ faces fell. Indeed, how foolish they had been! They had been so confident of success, but now their accomplices were dead, their souls obliterated. And not only had they died, but they had also dragged them down with them. Consumed by fear, they had completely forgotten their greed upon hearing about the reward.

This incident at the battlefield was a major event that Chu Yi had to report. However, she knew her father’s attitude towards Danxue Mountain. He valued peace and stability above all else and preferred to avoid any conflict. If he received the news first, he might try to suppress everything. But her mother, now in charge of the Celestial Feather Ministry, had sufficient reason to intervene.

Having obtained evidence from the wandering immortals, Chu Yi asked Ming Jian Su a few more questions, then sent everything to her mother through the Chaos Mirror. Fearing that this wouldn’t be enough, she also contacted a few trusted immortals and spread rumors on the Chaos Mirror about Danxue Mountain colluding with the demons. The other immortals needed to be prepared.

In the Demon Abyss Palace.

Tushan Liusu listened to the report of her demon soldier, her brow furrowed. She interrupted his lengthy explanation and asked, “None of them returned?”

The soldier nodded nervously, not daring to look up.

Tushan Liusu’s expression shifted, then she burst out laughing. “It seems my old friend’s cultivation has improved considerably,” she said. After a pause, she added, “How useless. They perished so quickly. Make sure their spirit tablets are placed in the Hall of Heroes to honor our ancestors. Don’t let anyone know they were my subordinates. I wouldn’t want to be associated with such incompetence.” Silence descended upon the hall. No one dared to speak. After all, the last person who had suggested that Tushan Liusu shouldn’t insult their ancestors was already six feet under.

Tushan Liusu didn’t care what her subordinates thought. Her narrow fox eyes narrowed, a cunning smile playing on her lips. “Send another message to the Immortal Realm,” she instructed. “A thousand years of recuperation isn’t enough? The scars from the last war haven’t even healed yet. We’re all peace-loving people. How could we possibly start another conflict?” She knew about Danxue Mountain’s plan, but so what? As long as the Heavenly Emperor didn’t want to fight, her words would hold sway.

“Did Ming Jian Su cross into the Demon Abyss?” she suddenly asked, remembering something.

The soldier shook his head. If the East Abode Master had crossed into the Demon Abyss, he wouldn’t be the one delivering this report today.

Tushan Liusu waved her hand, dismissing her subordinates. Since Ming Jian Su hadn’t come yet, it wasn’t a good time to return her belongings. Oh well, she would eventually step into the Demon Abyss one day.

***

Back in Asura City, with Chu Yi taking charge of dealing with Danxue Mountain, Ming Jian Su was free to relax. Initially, she had wanted to go to the Demon Abyss herself to investigate any clues related to the Phoenix Sovereign, but seeing Feng Chiyue’s clear aversion to Asura City and the entire battlefield, she abandoned the idea. There was no need to rush things. The truth would eventually come to light. Her junior sister, sitting before her, was more important.

“Shall we return to Dong’e Mountain?” she asked softly. The Heavenly Emperor hadn’t responded yet, but if they left now, the worst he could do was accuse her of dereliction of duty.

Feng Chiyue shook her head. She blinked and said something that surprised Ming Jian Su. “Pengyuan Mountain.” Seeing Ming Jian Su’s stunned expression, she tapped her shoulder. “We’ll go to Pengyuan Mountain first, then to the Realm Beyond Heaven.” Those immortals might have carried Qiankun bags, but that wasn’t all their wealth. If they didn’t act quickly, the Heavenly Court would confiscate everything and distribute it among other officials!

Ming Jian Su’s eyes narrowed slightly. Feng Chiyue would never have had such thoughts before. She had never cared about the aftermath. During her month-long absence, her junior sister had truly grown, albeit in a direction she hadn’t anticipated.

Seeing Ming Jian Su lost in thought, Feng Chiyue straddled her lap, placed her hands on her shoulders, and said with a smile, “Aren’t you supposed to be supporting me, Elder Sister? But after resigning from all those part-time positions, is your meager salary even enough? Don’t tell me you’re planning to cut back on my expenses.” Absolutely not. She wouldn’t lower her standard of living!

Ming Jian Su kissed the corner of Feng Chiyue’s lips and said gently, “We’ll go after informing Chu Yi.” Since Peng Ning had been involved in colluding with the demons, it was perfectly reasonable for her, as the one in charge of conflicts with the demons, to go to Pengyuan Mountain to investigate. Even the Heavenly Emperor couldn’t object.

Upon hearing that Ming Jian Su was going to Pengyuan Mountain, Chu Yi didn’t suspect their motives. “Don’t worry about Asura City,” she said before letting them leave. She didn’t want to see these two lovebirds anymore. She couldn’t tell who had bewitched whom.

During a break from reviewing documents, Chu Yi took out the Chaos Mirror. Ying Cunxin’s name seal was completely silent. She scrolled through her past messages. She had once complained about Ying Cunxin being boring, but now, even that “boredom” was gone. Was Ying Cunxin busy? Or had she found another distraction and forgotten about her? Had she been played by Ying Cunxin again? She should never have agreed to add her back! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She slammed her hand on the table, making the copper vase holding the flowers tremble. An official quickly stabilized the vase with a spell, not daring to speak. Seeing the Emperor’s daughter so angry, the situation must be dire. Was Danxue Mountain… doomed?

***

Pengyuan Mountain.

A solitary peak rose sharply into the sky, piercing the clouds. Emerald vines clung to its cliffs, swaying gently in the wind. A waterfall, four or five zhang wide, cascaded down the rocks, its mist swirling like clouds, resembling a majestic white dragon from afar, its roar like thunder.

Ming Jian Su glanced at it and said with a sigh, “Peng Ning really knew how to choose a cave.” With the owner gone, the restrictions were as fragile as paper, easily shattered by her sword wind. The attendants in the mountain didn’t dare to flee. They knelt obediently on the ground, awaiting their fate. Ming Jian Su had no interest in them. Even if they were guilty of crimes, someone else would investigate them eventually. Sword light, as bright as a starry river, swirled around her. A quick-witted attendant scrambled to his feet and asked cautiously, “Would you like to see the treasury?” Hearing a cold “Yes,” he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly led the way.

“My master used to have a vast fortune, but after offending Suxin Jianzhu, most of the treasury was destroyed. Now, only about a tenth of it remains,” the attendant explained as they walked. It was because of the destroyed treasury that his master had accepted the job from Danxue Mountain after emerging from seclusion. Who would have thought that he would end up losing both his wealth and his life?

Hearing the name “Suxin Jianzhu,” Ming Jian Su was surprised. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. As they approached the treasury, she suddenly sensed a faint sword intent. She stopped in her tracks, her gaze sharp and cold.

“It’s a good sword, Elder Sister,” Feng Chiyue said, also sensing it. She turned to look at Ming Jian Su, a smile playing on her lips.

The attendant, catching the word “sword,” quickly explained, “That’s the ruins of the old treasury. After Suxin Jianzhu left, her sword remained there. Even my master wouldn’t dare approach it.”

“Really?” Ming Jian Su said, her tone neutral. There was a sword belonging to Suxin Jianzhu on the battlefield, and another in Chongxuan Mountain and Pengyuan Mountain. Had she left a sword behind everywhere she went? Both Eternal and Zhenyu were excellent swords. It seemed she, the latecomer, was the one benefiting from this.

Although she was very interested in swords, Ming Jian Su didn’t follow the sword intent. After all, a sword wasn’t as important as the “assets” her junior sister desired. She followed the attendant for a few more steps, then felt the pressure on her wrist ease. She turned to look at Feng Chiyue, her expression questioning. Feng Chiyue smiled gently. “Go look at your sword first, Elder Sister.”

The attendant: “…” He wouldn’t dare approach those ruins. Even with multiple layers of restrictions in place, the sword intent still pierced through, chilling him to the bone. If he went near it, wouldn’t he be torn to shreds? His face paled, and his legs trembled like leaves. He pointed in the direction of the ruins, not daring to take another step.

Ming Jian Su ignored him. She could find the sword as long as she could sense its energy.

After walking about fifty steps, the vegetation on both sides of the path gradually thinned out, and an invisible barrier appeared before them. Ming Jian Su touched the barrier with her hand, her magic power rippling outwards. A clear, crisp sound, like shattering glass, rang out. The faint sword intent instantly surged forward, violent and overwhelming. Ming Jian Su’s expression remained unchanged. She channeled her power into Undefeated, and a pale blue light shot out, transforming into a dazzling sword beam that clashed with the raging wind and sword intent. A series of explosions, like rolling thunder, echoed through the air. After a few moments, silence returned.

Ming Jian Su held Undefeated, her gaze fixed on the sword lying amidst the ruins, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes.

It was about six feet long and five fingers wide, its blade ancient and simple, forged from an unknown material, radiating a dark glow.

Undefeated hummed softly, protesting Ming Jian Su’s “infidelity.” Ming Jian Su ignored it. She handed Undefeated to Feng Chiyue and strode towards the sword.

As her fingers touched the hilt, golden inscription seals appeared on the blade. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the characters: “Three Feet Above.”

After the initial surge of sword intent, the sword became remarkably docile. Ming Jian Su didn’t bother with a proper ritual. She simply imprinted her mark on it, put it away, and walked back to Feng Chiyue with a smile. “Let’s go to the treasury, Junior Sister!”

It would probably take some time to fully subdue Suxin Jianzhu’s sword. Shouldn’t they seize the opportunity to leave while they could? The attendant was still struggling with his fear when, in the blink of an eye, Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue reappeared before him. Masking his surprise, he resigned himself to his fate and led them to Peng Ning’s treasury.

Even though it was only “a tenth” of its former glory, it was still more than what most immortals possessed. It was certainly far wealthier than Zhenyuan, filled with elixirs, artifacts, Daoist scriptures, and a vast quantity of Cinnabar Jade—enough to pay Que Chenyi’s salary for a hundred years. Ming Jian Su wasted no time. She placed Undefeated and a Qiankun bag on the ground and instructed the sword to get to work.

Undefeated, which had been sulking due to the arrival of the new sword, instantly perked up. It was familiar with this task. Back in the mortal realm, it could even plunder treasures while fighting! Its position in its master’s heart was irreplaceable. Like a raging storm, it swept through the treasury, leaving nothing behind in its wake. The attendant couldn’t help but glance at Ming Jian Su, feeling his understanding of the world being challenged once again. However, the moment his gaze lingered, he felt a chilling sensation, as if needles were pricking his back. He saw a pair of shadowed eyes filled with malice, but when he blinked again, all he saw was a bright, unrestrained smile. What was going on? The attendant rubbed his eyes, but before he could take a closer look, several sharp sword beams shot towards him. He cried out in terror and scrambled to a corner.

Feng Chiyue frowned, annoyed by the noise.

Ming Jian Su understood her expression and silenced the attendant with a spell.

The attendant: “…” His master was the one who had committed an unforgivable crime. Why did it feel like Pengyuan Mountain was the one being robbed?

***

On the Chaos Mirror.

Discussions about Pengyuan Mountain began to appear.

Although those wandering immortals had no connection to Peng Ning, they lived nearby and had been startled by the commotion.

— Does anyone know what happened in Pengyuan Mountain?

— Has Old Man Peng Ning emerged from seclusion? Is he making a comeback?

— Fellow Daoists, check the Celestial Pivot Department’s announcement! Something big has happened!

After receiving the news from Chu Yi, the Celestial Mother sent a decree to the Celestial Pivot Department. If, as before, Yunze Young Lord had been in charge, he would have avoided getting involved. He would have simply acknowledged the Celestial Mother’s decree, then sought instructions from the Heavenly Emperor. Only after those two supreme beings reached a consensus would he proceed. However, Dao Ling Star Monarch, who usually didn’t interfere in such matters, had officially emerged from seclusion. Not only would she personally apprehend those involved from Danxue Mountain, but she would also announce everything on the Chaos Mirror. Although there had been a principle of transparency in the Celestial Pivot Department’s proceedings and judgments, it had been ignored for so long that everyone had forgotten about it.

Yunze Young Lord sighed. “Is this really appropriate, Star Monarch?” Working as an official in the Celestial Pivot Department was already thankless enough.

Dao Ling Star Monarch glanced at him and said calmly, “It’s an announcement, not a request for your opinion.” She ignored his troubled expression and continued, “Issue Arrest Warrants and bring all those involved to the Grand Court of Justice for questioning!”

One thunderbolt after another. Even the onlookers were shaken to their core.

In the new Danxue Mountain, many members of the feathered lineages were also terrified. After all, the crime being accused was “treason.”

“Did the Elder really collude with the demons to deal with Feng Chiyue?”

“What’s going on? I saw Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s name mentioned in the Celestial Pivot Department’s announcement.”

In the mountain, the Vermilion Bird, Bifang, and others gathered, discussing the matter anxiously.

Only a few elders were aware of the truth.

“We failed,” the Vermilion Bird Elder said, his voice heavy with despair. Wandering immortals, demon generals, a Star Monarch… so many people working together, yet they couldn’t defeat Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue? How was that possible? Had Ming Jian Su truly become invincible?

“Is there still no news from Chang Li?” the Swan Goose Elder asked, equally anxious.

“Why did the Emperor’s daughter get involved in the battlefield? Didn’t the Heavenly Emperor forbid her from acting on her own?”

“If the Celestial Pivot Department handles the trial, we can’t let the entire Danxue Mountain be implicated,” the Vermilion Bird Elder said, his heart filled with dread. He gritted his teeth. “The Star Monarch has probably perished. I’ll take full responsibility! Before we hear back from Chang Li, we must not make any more reckless moves.” They had learned their lesson, but it was too late.

In the East Sea Dragon Palace.

Ying Cunxin also received the news from the Chaos Mirror.

Chu Yi had gone to the battlefield? No wonder she hadn’t heard from her lately.

The battlefield was a terrible place. Besides the fighting between gods and demons, there were also schemes and betrayals among the immortals themselves. Judging from the conflict between Danxue Mountain and Dong’e Mountain, things had reached a point of no return. Had Chu Yi been inadvertently dragged into this mess? Was she alright? Should she send a message to check on her? After much hesitation, she finally opened Chu Yi’s name seal and sent a message, expressing her concern and explaining that she had been busy lately.

Chu Yi didn’t reply.

In the Dharma Hall in Asura City, the atmosphere was gloomy. The officials were all afraid of encountering the Emperor’s daughter in her current state of anger.

Chu Yi was furious. She had received a message from the Heavenly Emperor, first reprimanding her for defying his orders, then reminding her that she was the Emperor’s daughter, the future ruler of the Heavenly Court, and shouldn’t be putting herself in danger on the battlefield. Finally, he urged her to return immediately and leave the matters of the battlefield to Yu Gao. Chu Yi almost laughed in anger. Did he think she didn’t know who Yu Gao was? The future was uncertain and unpredictable. There was no way she would hand over power to that bastard son.

Ignoring the Heavenly Emperor’s urging, she focused her consciousness on the “Cunxin” name seal.

She didn’t believe Ying Cunxin’s lies. Was there anyone who was so busy that they couldn’t even spare a moment to send a message on the Chaos Mirror? Ying Cunxin had deliberately disappeared. Now she was suddenly expressing “concern.” What was she plotting? She had far too many things to deal with and no time for the Dragon Princess’s games. Chu Yi fumed inwardly. But by the time she realized what she was doing, Ying Cunxin’s face, as fair as snow, as pure as the moon and as clear as water, appeared before her.

Chu Yi: “…”

Ying Cunxin sat up on her bed of seashells, calmly observing Chu Yi’s darkened expression, realizing that she wasn’t in a good mood. She shouldn’t have expressed “concern” at this time. She was trying to think of a way to appease Chu Yi when Chu Yi’s consciousness suddenly withdrew.

Ying Cunxin breathed a sigh of relief, but a hint of melancholy lingered in her heart.

Chu Yi must have suffered a great deal, right? Otherwise, why would she be so angry? Perhaps she should postpone breaking off contact with her? As a friend, shouldn’t she offer a bit of emotional support? Then Chu Yi wouldn’t hold such a grudge.

Chapter 44

Demon Abyss.

The news that the Heavenly Emperor had dispatched Ming Jian Su to guard the battlefield between gods and demons to repel the demon invasion spread quickly to every corner of the realm.

Tushan Liusu rested her chin on her hand, listening to the report of her demon general, her nine tails swaying gently. Her eyelids drooped, and she felt drowsy. After all, the entire situation was being orchestrated from behind the scenes, offering no surprises. When the unpleasant, grating voice finally stopped, she simply said, “I understand,” and dismissed the general with a wave of her hand. The demons were quite sensible. They didn’t need to be reminded. As soon as they realized they were no match for Ming Jian Su, they fled faster than rabbits.

“Things are certainly lively lately,” Tushan Liusu said, a hint of amusement in her eyes. But then she remembered some news that had arrived from Qingqiu Mountain, and her brow furrowed. A great fire had erupted in Danxue Mountain, and Chang Li hadn’t appeared. She was probably no longer in the Heavenly Court. What else could have prompted her to leave besides searching for the Phoenix Sovereign?

Asura City.

Ming Jian Su didn’t immediately deal with the demons. After all, with immortals guarding the border, the demons couldn’t simply break through the defenses, cross the Sui River, and occupy the Immortal Realm’s territory.

However, her inaction made those immortals with guilty consciences anxious. The original stalemate quickly turned into a one-sided battle. The immortals guarding the frontlines retreated in disarray, and the battlefield practically became the demons’ domain. Even Asura City was exposed to their view.

“When are we going back to Dong’e Mountain?” Feng Chiyue, who had accompanied Ming Jian Su on this “journey,” quickly grew tired of Asura City. Located near the battlefield, even the wind here was harsher, carrying a heavy scent of blood and carnage. Feng Chiyue instinctively recoiled from such an atmosphere. She lay listlessly on the bed, her face clouded with boredom. She couldn’t stand this awful place for even a moment longer, yet Ming Jian Su had insisted on staying here for a whole month. Was she that angry? Did she really hate seeing her that much? Silently revisiting past grievances, Feng Chiyue glared at Ming Jian Su, her resentment practically tangible.

Ming Jian Su, though baffled, immediately set aside her work and sat beside Feng Chiyue, her gaze filled with concern. “Soon,” she said soothingly. “Once this is settled, we’ll return to Dong’e Mountain.”

Feng Chiyue sat up and wrapped her arms around Ming Jian Su’s neck, pulling her closer. “You hate me,” she said sullenly.

Ming Jian Su: “…” This accusation came out of nowhere. She refused to accept it. “I don’t,” she said, expressing her sincerity. Feng Chiyue was the most precious person in the world to her. She could never hate her. She pulled Feng Chiyue into her embrace and gently patted her back. “Why would you say that?” Had someone been spreading rumors on the Chaos Mirror? If she found out who it was, she would rip their head off!

“You stayed in this boring Asura City for a whole month!” Feng Chiyue accused, emphasizing the word “boring.” “You didn’t want to see me! That means you hate me!”

Ming Jian Su sighed. “That’s not true. I thought about you every day,” she said. Seeing the lingering doubt in Feng Chiyue’s eyes, she added, “I checked your messages on the Chaos Mirror every day. It’s just that…”

Feng Chiyue blinked. “Just that what?”

Could she admit that she had been too angry and too embarrassed to reach out? Ming Jian Su mumbled a vague response, then quickly changed the subject. “There was some swordsmanship inheritance in the Eternal Sword. I was trapped for a while.” It had been a very short time, but it wasn’t technically a lie. Feng Chiyue snorted, the gloom finally lifting from her face. Her hand slid down, resting lightly on Ming Jian Su’s waist. Lowering her gaze, she asked, “The defenses have crumbled. Should we go?”

“Yes,” Ming Jian Su answered without hesitation. Since her junior sister wanted to return to Dong’e Mountain, she had to speed things up and deal with these troublemakers quickly.

***

Those hiding in the shadows were closely monitoring Ming Jian Su’s every move, fearing that she would stay in Asura City and do nothing. After all, their true objective wasn’t to trigger a “war between gods and demons,” but to see Ming Jian Su suffer.

“They’ve left the city,” Peng Ning, the Daoist, reported from his position on a high hill, his whisk in hand, sitting cross-legged. Opposite him sat the Daoist in yellow robes.

The Daoist in yellow nodded, a slight smile on his face. “Our fellow Daoists have also set out.” He couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease, but since they had already come this far, he could only try to calm his mind. He raised his hand, summoning a magic sword, and patiently waited for the demon cultivators to lure Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue into their trap.

***

The demons surged forward like a black tide.

However, when Ming Jian Su appeared, sword in hand, the tide was split in two by her sharp blade. Despite their vigilance, some weaker demons lost limbs to her flashing sword light. The leading demon general had fought Ming Jian Su before and had barely escaped with his life. He had arranged his forces based on his understanding of her cultivation level, but upon facing her sword, his eyes widened in shock. He had miscalculated! Ming Jian Su’s cultivation had increased! He couldn’t understand how she had improved so quickly. But he had no time to ponder this. He could only hastily proceed with their plan.

“There are too many flaws,” another powerful demon muttered, his eyes reflecting the star-like brilliance of Ming Jian Su’s sword light, fear lurking in their depths. Even now, Ming Jian Su was following their plan, step by step, walking into the trap they had prepared. Was this something to celebrate? No! Ming Jian Su wasn’t foolish. She wouldn’t have come here without absolute confidence in her ability to win! Once she unleashed her full power, it was unclear who would be the first to fall.

“They’re not completely relying on us. We’re not responsible for the outcome,” the general replied, clearly ready to retreat at any moment.

The demons retreated quickly, with Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue pursuing them at a leisurely pace. The other immortals who had been fighting alongside them were left behind for various reasons. The two women seemed to be simply driving back the demons, but when they reached a valley surrounded by mountains, the demon formation shifted, forming an encirclement, trapping Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue, who had ventured deep into enemy territory.

A low, mournful horn sounded through the mountains, like the howling of wolves.

Almost as soon as the sound reached their ears, two beams of light shot across the sky.

The demon general tossed aside the horn, not intending to engage Ming Jian Su directly. He turned to flee.

Ming Jian Su chuckled softly. “Since you’re here, don’t even think about leaving.” She raised her hand, summoning two swords. Their high-pitched hum echoed through the air, and their powerful sword intent surged forward like a raging torrent! A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, as if the mountains were crumbling and the seas were roaring! The storm of sword energy swept across the valley, instantly collapsing the mountain walls. Even the vast expanse of clouds was sliced apart by the violent sword intent. The spiritual energy of the entire battlefield went haywire.

The Heavenly Dao issued its command, and all magic was suppressed! The magic power surging within the demon general was only briefly disrupted, but it was enough to cost him his advantage! Struck by the sword wind, he was flung away like a rag doll, coughing up blood. Those with weaker cultivation had their protective auras shattered by the dazzling sword light. The blades moved too swiftly for the eye to follow, leaving behind only afterimages. In an instant, most of the demons were beheaded by “Heaven’s Edge Unbound.” The general, his heart filled with terror, watched as the sword light danced among the remaining demons. He didn’t even entertain the thought of helping them. He turned and transformed into a wisp of smoke, attempting to escape. But just as the smoke began to rise, a blade of light appeared before him, piercing his chest and pinning him to the crumbling cliff face.

Ming Jian Su’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Before ascending, she had been unrestrained, but after gaining a position in the Immortal Realm, her Undefeated rarely left its sheath, except for her initial battles on the battlefield between gods and demons. Whether it was an evenly matched fight or a one-sided slaughter, she felt a sense of exhilaration! She didn’t care who had sent these demons. Since they had appeared before her, it meant they intended to kill her. Wasn’t it perfectly normal for them to be killed because they were weaker?

Seeing Ming Jian Su effortlessly decimate the demons, Peng Ning and the Daoist in yellow robes felt a surge of fear. Peng Ning had been confident of victory, but the scene before him made his scalp tingle. He couldn’t help but recall a painful memory from his past. The urge to retreat overwhelmed him, washing over him like a tidal wave. He exchanged glances with the Daoist in yellow, about to speak, when a blinding sword light flashed in his eyes! Instinctively, he raised his magic sword to block it.

“Fellow Daoist, are you colluding with the demons?” Ming Jian Su asked, feigning surprise.

Peng Ning: “…” They were indeed involved with the demons, but he couldn’t admit it. He touched his face and chuckled awkwardly. “What do you mean, East Abode Master? We simply saw a commotion here and came to investigate. Why are you attacking us indiscriminately?” He sounded aggrieved and wronged, as if they hadn’t responded to the demon horn.

Ming Jian Su scoffed. “Is that Star Monarch over there just passing by as well?”

Peng Ning turned to look, but there was no sign of a Star Monarch. Was his cultivation insufficient to sense him? Danxue Mountain had promised that a Star Monarch would come. His gaze darkened. He discreetly signaled to the Daoist in yellow with his left hand, then, at the same time, attacked Feng Chiyue! They knew that Ming Jian Su cherished her junior sister above all else. If they could capture Feng Chiyue, they would have leverage.

Feng Chiyue, who had been following Ming Jian Su the entire time, hadn’t made a move, her expression bored, as if she were on a dull sightseeing trip. But the moment the killing intent surged towards her, she sensed it. She glanced at the two Daoists and smiled. Her beauty was breathtaking, and her smile was like a field of blooming flowers, eclipsing the brilliance of the heavens and earth. The attack, before it could even reach her, was completely dispelled by the “Great Monad Fiery Light.”

Peng Ning pursed his lips and sent a message to the Daoist in yellow. “Why aren’t our fellow Daoists here yet?”

The Daoist in yellow frowned and shook his head. How was he supposed to know what was going on?

Hundreds of miles away.

The earth-shattering roar reached the ears of the immortals and wandering immortals on the battlefield, carried by the wind like a raging storm.

Among them were some wandering immortals who had been summoned by the Daoist in yellow to help. However, their luck was terrible. They had barely set out when they encountered Chu Yi, the Emperor’s daughter. How could they dare show themselves? Acting in secret was one thing, but being exposed meant that the Celestial Pivot Department wouldn’t stand idly by. Faced with this choice, they naturally opted to obediently follow the Emperor’s daughter to stop the demons. As for Peng Ning and the other Daoist, they could only offer a silent apology.

Back in the valley.

Peng Ning and the Daoist in yellow were no match for Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue.

However, Ming Jian Su wanted to “fish” for more enemies, so she didn’t kill them immediately.

A quarter of an hour passed. The wandering immortals who were supposed to be working for Cinnabar Jade didn’t arrive, but they did encounter an unexpected guest—a Daoist with white hair and a youthful face. He appeared silently amidst the ruins of the mountain.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling ominously. In an instant, torrential rain poured down. However, those present were all immortals, and the rain didn’t touch them.

“Star Monarch…” Seeing the Daoist, Peng Ning felt as if he had grasped a lifeline. His dry throat squeezed out a desperate plea. But before he could finish his sentence, his limbs and head flew off in different directions, spraying blood into the air. Before the blood could even reach the ground, it was swept away by the wind like dust.

Ming Jian Su calmly retrieved the fallen Qiankun bag, cleansed it with a spell, and put it away.

The Daoist in yellow robes was terrified. He retreated towards the other Daoist, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. He had no idea how Ming Jian Su had done it. A living person had simply vanished before his eyes.

“You’re quite capable, East Abode Master,” the white-haired Daoist said calmly. He raised his hand, and a white light enveloped the Daoist in yellow, shielding him from the surging sword intent.

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly. “You flatter me.” She didn’t recognize this Star Monarch. His original form was probably a Golden Pheasant.

Feng Chiyue lowered her gaze and summoned “Heaven in a Pot.” An otherworldly aura instantly isolated the area from the outside world.

Ming Jian Su took out the Celestial Feather Career Book and found the Golden Pheasant’s name—Yuan Yao.

He belonged to the Danxue Mountain faction but had been in secluded cultivation in the Realm Beyond Heaven since the end of the war between gods and demons. Danxue Mountain must have been desperate to call him out of seclusion.

“Heaven in a Pot?” Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s expression turned cold. He recognized this artifact, originally from Danxue Mountain. His gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced Ming Jian Su. “Did you really kill all those juniors from my Danxue Mountain?!” he asked, his voice icy.

The Daoist in yellow robes trembled. This was an unsolved case in the Heavenly Court. The Celestial Pivot Department had hastily closed the investigation, but Danxue Mountain had been adamant in blaming Dong’e Mountain. Those who discussed the matter on the Chaos Mirror hadn’t believed them, since it wasn’t just one person who had died, but a whole group. Now, this Star Monarch’s words confirmed that Danxue Mountain hadn’t been lying! He should have trusted his instincts and stayed out of this! Filled with regret, he could only pin his hopes on Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s profound cultivation.

Ming Jian Su said calmly, “Doesn’t Danxue Mountain already have an answer?” So what if she had killed a few disobedient juniors? She would eventually wipe out the entire Danxue Mountain!

Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s anger flared. He laughed coldly and said, “Very well!” He shook his shoulders, and a golden Golden Pheasant dharma image appeared. The image was majestic and imposing, accompanied by wind and thunder. With a flap of its wings, it stirred up a boundless storm, pressing down on Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue! Spiritual energy surged, and the ground sank beneath the pressure of the wind and thunder. The air was compressed, blasting outwards in all directions.

Facing this overwhelming power, Ming Jian Su stood her ground. She pointed with both hands, and Undefeated and Eternal transformed into two beams of light, as swift as lightning, leaving two deep, unhealable gashes in the flashing thunder! The sword energy pierced the sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum, charging upwards! In the blink of an eye, two blades of light tore through the void, followed by a deafening explosion. Not only was the Golden Pheasant dharma image shattered, but even the cloud-covered sky was split open!

A shrill scream echoed through the air as the golden dharma image reformed. The Daoist, standing in midair, cursed angrily.

Ming Jian Su loathed those from Danxue Mountain. Seeing Yuan Yao only deepened her hatred! This Golden Pheasant, who had witnessed the Fall of the Phoenix after the war between gods and demons, was a traitor! How dare he live so arrogantly?! Spiritual energy swirled like a whirlpool, and the wind howled. The powerful magic that had been protecting the Daoist in yellow robes dissipated. His body, swept by the torrent of energy, was torn apart, revealing bare bones. Seeing Ming Jian Su clashing with Yuan Yao, he attempted to retreat, but as he took a step, his body froze. He looked down and saw a ball of fire burning at his feet, consuming his soul.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Feng Chiyue asked, tilting her head. The tinkling of bells, faint but clear, almost drowned out by the thunder, reached his ears. The Daoist in yellow robes clung to that sound, and gradually, it amplified in his mind, like the summons of the King of Hell. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. Feng Chiyue scoffed, crossed her arms, and watched with amusement as the Daoist was burned to ashes. She frowned, finding it rather boring. She flicked her sleeve, dispersing the smoke and dust, and looked up at Ming Jian Su, who was locked in a fierce battle with Yuan Yao, forced to reveal his true Golden Pheasant form.

This Golden Pheasant looked familiar.

Feng Chiyue rubbed her forehead, feeling a sharp pain.

Her curiosity instantly vanished. She decided not to dwell on it.

Seeing that Ming Jian Su had gained the upper hand against Yuan Yao, she didn’t intervene. She simply watched quietly. Only when Yuan Yao’s wings were completely severed and he was slammed to the ground by Ming Jian Su’s sword did she finally move. She dusted off her clothes and walked towards Ming Jian Su with a light step. Taking her arm, she said, “Elder Sister, my head hurts.”

Ming Jian Su pursed her lips, ignoring Yuan Yao Star Monarch, who was pinned to the ground by her sword. She placed her hand on Feng Chiyue’s forehead, channeling spiritual energy to investigate. Feng Chiyue allowed her to do so. Her gaze lingered on Ming Jian Su for a moment before shifting to Yuan Yao Star Monarch. “Have I met him before?” she murmured.

Feng Chiyue hadn’t met him, but the Phoenix Sovereign definitely had.

Was her headache caused by memories of the past? Ming Jian Su considered this possibility, a chill running down her spine. She glared at Yuan Yao Star Monarch, her killing intent unmistakable.

Turning to Feng Chiyue, she said gently, “Yuan Yao Star Monarch has been in secluded cultivation in the Realm Beyond Heaven. He rarely appears in the Immortal Realm. Perhaps you’re mistaken.”

Feng Chiyue blinked. “Really?”

Ming Jian Su nodded earnestly. “Ugly people all look alike.” She flicked her sleeve, and her magic power transformed into a giant hand that slapped Yuan Yao Star Monarch across the face, leaving him bruised and swollen. She smoothed down her sleeve and said, “Look, Junior Sister. Doesn’t he resemble the Vermilion Bird Elder?”

Feng Chiyue: “…” Her Elder Sister was talking nonsense. But this Golden Pheasant wasn’t important. If her Elder Sister said he looked like someone, then he did. She nodded and asked, “What should we do with him?”

“Kill him!” Ming Jian Su said without hesitation.

Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s face was grotesquely swollen, his body riddled with sword energy, his magic power completely sealed. He glared at Ming Jian Su, his voice filled with rage. “How dare you offend Danxue Mountain?!”

Ming Jian Su laughed. She pressed down with her sword energy and said nonchalantly, “If I hadn’t offended Danxue Mountain, would you have come to kill me?” Had these arrogant victors lost their minds after enjoying all the benefits? She took out a few jade slips, quickly listing Danxue Mountain’s crimes, and forcefully imprinted Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s name seal on them as evidence. Fearing she might have missed something, she also searched his soul. However, the scene from a thousand years ago that she glimpsed in his soul disgusted her, deepening her hatred. But she showed no sign of it in front of Feng Chiyue, a faint smile still lingering on her lips.

Traitors deserved to be torn to pieces!

Knowing that Feng Chiyue disliked such bloody scenes, she turned her away and covered her eyes with her hand.

Feng Chiyue’s eyelashes brushed against her palm, like feathers tickling her heart. But Ming Jian Su had no romantic thoughts. She simply wondered why her junior sister had to suffer so much. Was there something wrong with the Heavenly Dao?

Only after Yuan Yao Star Monarch’s soul was completely obliterated did Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue emerge from Heaven in a Pot.

They were met by Chu Yi and her entourage.

Ming Jian Su looked surprised. She glanced at the group and noticed several wandering immortals with panicked expressions. She understood. She tossed the jade slip containing the copied records to Chu Yi and said solemnly, “The chaos originated from within.”

Chu Yi was taken aback. She channeled her consciousness into the jade slip, and her expression changed drastically. She turned to look at the immortals following her, her gaze contemplative. After a moment, her expression returned to normal. “Where did you find this, East Abode Master?” she asked.

Ming Jian Su lowered her gaze and said casually, “Heaven in a Pot.” This artifact had been snatched from that little scoundrel from Danxue Mountain. She might as well make its origin official now.

Chu Yi understood and didn’t ask any further questions. She smiled and said, “You’ve all worked hard. Let’s return to Asura City.”

The official stationed there breathed a sigh of relief, but the wandering immortals with guilty consciences looked as if they had seen a ghost. They didn’t dare to travel with Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue and quickly made excuses to return to their secluded caves.

Ming Jian Su chuckled. “What’s the rush? Not everyone’s here yet, are they? Don’t tell me you’re planning to leave your fellow Daoists behind?”

The wandering immortals panicked even more. Would Peng Ning and the other Daoist ever return? A reunion? Were they being invited to join them on the road to the Yellow Springs?

No, they hadn’t done anything yet. They still had a chance to switch sides!

Chapter 43

Ming Jian Su frowned. When Feng Chiyue deliberately concealed her emotions, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Those two words, spoken with a hint of questioning, hadn’t been a hallucination. Knowing Feng Chiyue’s temperament, would she let this go so easily? Impossible. Ming Jian Su pondered for a moment, then set aside her work and followed Feng Chiyue, joining her on the bed.

Feng Chiyue ignored Ming Jian Su’s presence, even subtly tilting the Chaos Mirror to prevent her from seeing what she was doing. This small gesture confirmed Ming Jian Su’s suspicions. Her junior sister was upset.

This wasn’t Ming Yuheng’s fault, nor was it hers. Explanations were useless. Feng Chiyue knew everything. She was simply sulking. At times like this, ignoring her was the wrong approach, as was pretending that nothing was wrong. Ming Jian Su had ample experience and knew exactly how to deal with Feng Chiyue. She reached out and embraced her. When Feng Chiyue didn’t resist, she took it a step further, whispering “Junior Sister” over and over again in her ear.

Feng Chiyue: “…” She had been trying to find something amusing on the Chaos Mirror, but Ming Jian Su’s voice, like a siren’s call, was distracting, making it impossible to concentrate. She pursed her lips and patted Ming Jian Su’s hand. “Don’t you have work to do?” she asked with a huff.

Ming Jian Su refused to let go. “The heavens won’t fall if I put it aside for a while,” she said, her gaze unwavering.

Feng Chiyue scoffed, put away the Chaos Mirror, and turned to look at Ming Jian Su. “What news did Ming Yuheng bring?” she asked. That woman wouldn’t visit Dong’e Mountain or invite Ming Jian Su over for no reason.

Seeing that she was finally willing to ask, Ming Jian Su felt relieved. She smiled and said, “The Heavenly Emperor is unhappy with me. He’s angry that I punished so many people at the Celestial Feather Ministry and that he couldn’t stop me.”

“The battlefield between gods and demons is restless. He might send me there.” All four generals of the Heavenly Court were responsible for defending the battlefield, and she couldn’t refuse the Heavenly Emperor’s orders. This duty superseded the Celestial Mother’s decree. She would have to set aside the Celestial Feather Ministry for now.

Feng Chiyue remained silent for a long time, her expression unreadable. Finally, she asked, “Will you come back?” Her good Elder Sister had left her once before!

“Of course, I’ll come back,” Ming Jian Su assured her.

Feng Chiyue stared at her suspiciously. She didn’t have much faith in Ming Jian Su’s words on this matter. She blinked, an idea forming in her mind. “I’m coming with you,” she declared. Her tone was light, but her words were firm, leaving no room for refusal.

Ming Jian Su looked at Feng Chiyue in surprise. Her junior sister had always been averse to traveling. “You won’t regret it after two days?” she asked.

“I won’t,” Feng Chiyue replied, her expression unwavering.

Ming Jian Su didn’t say whether she believed her or not. “What about the Celestial Feather Ministry?”

“Isn’t Que Chenyi there?” Feng Chiyue said matter-of-factly. “The Mountain Patrol Emissary positions are almost finalized, and the rules and regulations are in place. Surely, she can handle things?”

“I’m afraid her cultivation might not be enough to command respect,” Ming Jian Su said.

Feng Chiyue lowered her gaze, acknowledging the possibility. If they returned to find their capable assistant gone, wouldn’t that be a huge loss? “Send her the remaining spiritual fruits from the treasury,” she said. She had no use for them anyway. If she wanted to eat, she could always have fresh fruit from the orchard behind the mountain.

Ming Jian Su wasn’t particularly interested in those spiritual fruits. They were all brought back by Feng Chiyue from the Abyss of the Milky Way and should be highly appealing to the feathered lineages, even capable of increasing their cultivation. “I’ll have Zhu Wan deliver them,” she said. Seeing Feng Chiyue nod, she finally relaxed. However, instead of attending to her duties, she lay down and took a nap with Feng Chiyue. When she woke up, it was already dark outside.

Clear moonlight streamed through the windows, and the candle flames flickered gently.

As Ming Jian Su tried to get up, Feng Chiyue, still drowsy, rolled over and pinned her arm down.

Moments later, as her mind gradually cleared, Feng Chiyue looked at Ming Jian Su’s jade-like profile. She moved her hand, her fingers tracing the curve of Ming Jian Su’s waist. With her other hand, she picked up a strand of Ming Jian Su’s black hair and, like a brush, used it to draw patterns on her cheek.

The faint tickling sensation spread from her skin to her limbs and bones. Ming Jian Su’s eyelashes fluttered, casting tiny shadows. “Are you hungry, Junior Sister?” she asked softly, her breath catching as Feng Chiyue moved closer. Immortals didn’t need to eat, but feasts were still a form of entertainment, so the entire Heavenly Court maintained the custom of three meals a day. Unlike the simple fare of the mortal realm, they enjoyed jade liquids and ambrosia infused with spiritual energy.

“No,” Feng Chiyue said, shaking her head. Seeing that Ming Jian Su didn’t seem to resist, she grew bolder, slipping her hand beneath her robes. Only when their bare skin touched did Feng Chiyue open her eyes, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. Ming Jian Su understood. She placed her hand on Feng Chiyue’s neck, pulling her closer, and gently kissed the corner of her lips. She didn’t make any further moves. Feng Chiyue immediately understood her meaning. She chuckled and took the lead.

At first, Feng Chiyue’s movements were gentle, like a breeze brushing against willow branches. Gradually, they transformed into a raging storm, unleashing a torrent of passion, surging and receding, carrying their thoughts along like a small boat on the waves. Ming Jian Su’s heart raced. Her hand tightened around Feng Chiyue’s waist, her eyes growing hazy. But just as they were about to reach the shore, the overwhelming wave suddenly subsided.

“Junior Sister?” Ming Jian Su’s eyes were clouded with desire, tears clinging to her lashes, her gaze unfocused. Instinctively, she leaned towards the person closest to her, trying to discern her expression.

Feng Chiyue’s eyes were flushed, her beautiful features radiating an unparalleled charm. She chuckled softly, her meaning unclear. Knowing that Ming Jian Su would soon regain her composure, she continued to entwine herself with her, seeking pleasure. Her lips roamed across Ming Jian Su’s cheeks, finally reaching her earlobe. “Do you prefer it when I call you Elder Sister or Susu?” she whispered.

“Or perhaps… Sister?”

Feng Chiyue’s voice was filled with playful seduction. Ming Jian Su trembled, her blush deepening.

When she finally came to her senses, she covered her face with her hands. After a long moment, she looked at Feng Chiyue, whose eyes were still alight with desire, and said, “Junior Sister, don’t talk like that.” This was even more stimulating than listening to her own seductive voice on “Understanding.” She should have known that,

Ming Jian Su turned away. They had slept all day; how could she possibly be tired? However, fearing that Feng Chiyue would come up with something else, she closed her eyes and said, “Yes, I am.”

Feng Chiyue said understandingly, “Then go to sleep.”

Ming Jian Su: “…” Her hand was still roaming all over her body. How could she possibly fall asleep?

***

When she woke up again, it was already noon.

Ming Yuheng had been right. News of the unrest at the battlefield between gods and demons had reached the Heavenly Court. Urged on by several enthusiastic immortals, the Heavenly Emperor had issued a decree, ordering her to go to the battlefield and resolve the conflict. Repelling the demons was one thing, but if she could seize their territory in the process, that would be even better. His decision was perfectly justified. Even the Celestial Mother couldn’t object.

Ming Jian Su received the Heavenly Emperor’s decree and glanced at it before putting it away.

It didn’t say she couldn’t bring her junior sister, which meant she could. However, before they left, she still needed to make arrangements for the Celestial Feather Ministry.

At the Celestial Feather Ministry.

Thanks to her crash course in Ministry affairs, Qing Xun had been improving rapidly. Perhaps it was due to youthful energy, or perhaps it was to repay her debt, but she worked even harder than Que Chenyi. At first, Que Chenyi had been pleased, but gradually, a strange feeling arose in her heart. If the Ministry Head saw how much she was making her little relative work, would she be upset? Even Qing Xun knew to be diligent. How come she had become the lazy one? Her complex emotions gradually transformed into guilt, especially after Dong’e Mountain sent a large shipment of spiritual fruits, the kind that were said to be highly beneficial to the feathered lineages, fruits she had only ever seen in ancient texts. Her guilt reached its peak.

Those spiritual fruits possessed the power to purify and refine one’s essence. Although she was just a small mountain sparrow, after consuming a vast quantity of those fruits, her bloodline had mutated, allowing her to successfully take a step towards “transforming into a phoenix.” Such immense kindness could only be repaid with unwavering loyalty! Just as Que Chenyi made up her mind, Feng Chiyue and Ming Jian Su arrived.

The usually lively Qing Xun instantly became mute, shrinking back like a quail.

Que Chenyi greeted them with a warm smile, prepared to report on the progress of the Celestial Feather Ministry.

However, Feng Chiyue wasn’t interested in listening to reports. She looked at Que Chenyi, whose cultivation had clearly improved, and said directly, “Your strength has increased. You should be able to handle things on your own now. I’m going on a journey. I’ll leave the Celestial Feather Ministry to you.”

Que Chenyi: “?” Were these spiritual fruits her reward for single-handedly facing the pressure from all the feathered lineages? If that was the case, she would rather go back to being a plump little mountain sparrow! This must be a joke, right? She looked pleadingly at Ming Jian Su, hoping to hear something more reasonable from her.

Ming Jian Su flicked her sleeve, and a sword landed on the table.

Que Chenyi glanced at it and recognized it as the “Zhenyu Sword,” the one they had acquired from Danxue Mountain for a Cinnabar Jade.

“The Zhenyu Sword will stay here to assist you,” Ming Jian Su said. “Kill anyone who causes trouble!” Her words were filled with chilling ruthlessness, making even Que Chenyi take a step back. Her gaze darted between Feng Chiyue and Ming Jian Su. She knew she couldn’t change their minds. “Yes,” she responded weakly.

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly. She turned her gaze to Qing Xun and said gently, “Young friend Qing Xun.”

Qing Xun flinched, her head drooping as she mumbled, “Yes.”

“The duties of the Celestial Feather Ministry are important, but you mustn’t neglect your cultivation,” Ming Jian Su said. Since her junior sister had allowed the young Azure Dragon to consume those spiritual fruits that could mend her congenital defect, she must have taken a liking to her. Danxue Mountain was their enemy, and those feathered fools from Phoenix Mountain were hopeless. If this little Azure Dragon was obedient, she could become a valuable asset to her junior sister in the future.

“Yes,” Qing Xun replied. Where would she find the time to cultivate?

Feng Chiyue looked at Qing Xun with amusement. She hadn’t paid much attention to her before, treating her as a pet bird. But since her Elder Sister had spoken, she felt obliged to do something. She flicked her sleeve, and two red lights shot towards Qing Xun, transforming into two jade slips radiating a crimson glow. One contained a technique for multitasking, and the other contained insights on Nirvana. Her Elder Sister valued this girl, so she might as well give her a little push. Of course, if she wanted to become her Elder Sister’s disciple or live permanently at Dong’e Mountain, that was out of the question.

After a few brief instructions, Feng Chiyue urged Ming Jian Su to leave, showing no awareness of her responsibilities as the Ministry Head.

After they left, Que Chenyi and Qing Xun exchanged glances and sighed in unison. They each had their own worries, but their feelings of helplessness were shared.

In the new Danxue Mountain.

The Vermilion Bird Elder breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Ming Jian Su had accepted the Heavenly Emperor’s decree.

Before the matter was settled, he had been worried that the Celestial Mother would intervene. He also feared that Ming Jian Su, with her rebellious nature, would rather abandon her position as the East Abode Master than obey the Heavenly Emperor’s command. Thankfully, none of his fears had come true.

“The demons want Ming Jian Su dead, but without absolute certainty, they’ll retreat halfway. We can’t rely on them,” the Swan Goose Elder said. He was aware of the Vermilion Bird’s plan to “borrow a knife to kill.”

“Of course, it’s not just the demons,” the Vermilion Bird Elder said in a low voice. He had contacted those wandering immortals who were willing to do anything for Cinnabar Jade and had even invited the Star Monarch who was in secluded cultivation in their clan. He refused to believe that, with so many people involved, Ming Jian Su would be able to escape unscathed!

Pengyuan Mountain, located thousands of miles away from Kunlun Mountain, was a secluded paradise for wandering immortals. It was home to a wandering immortal known as Peng Ning. At this moment, he was calmly putting away a message and instructing his attendant to retrieve his magic sword. He looked up at the sky.

Standing opposite him was another wandering immortal, dressed in yellow Daoist robes and his hair in a Daoist bun. He frowned and asked, “Brother Dao, are we really doing this? If we fail, our fate might be no different from Bai Yang Star Monarch’s.”

“Fortune favors the bold,” Peng Ning chuckled. He disliked the rules of the Heavenly Court but also didn’t want to live a life of poverty and simplicity. He had ascended quite some time ago, over a thousand years. He had done many dirty deeds for various officials, both openly and secretly. He had amassed a considerable fortune, but unfortunately, in a moment of carelessness, he had offended Suxin Jianzhu and lost most of his wealth. He had been forced to spend several hundred years recuperating. When he finally emerged, few people still remembered him. If he could successfully carry out this task entrusted to him by Danxue Mountain, his Pengyuan Mountain would once again become a bustling hub. “If you’re worried, Fellow Daoist, you don’t have to go,” he added.

Having said that, any further refusal would only make him seem cowardly. The Daoist in yellow robes sighed internally but maintained a calm facade. “Since I’ve already agreed, I won’t back down. However, we still have some time. Let’s see if there are any other Fellow Daoists willing to join us.”

***

At the border between the two realms, in Asura City.

Due to the demon unrest, the entire city was on high alert.

When Ming Jian Su arrived, she noticed that the guards and the officials coming and going were no longer as relaxed as before. Even the taverns were unusually quiet.

“Did you hide in this city before, Elder Sister?” Feng Chiyue asked with a smile, looking around curiously.

Ming Jian Su didn’t hide the truth from her anymore. “Yes,” she said, nodding.

“Then you must be very familiar with this place. Do you know where the fun and exciting places are?” Feng Chiyue asked. She hadn’t forgotten that, during their argument, Ming Jian Su had said she wanted to enjoy herself and wouldn’t care about her anymore.

Ming Jian Su replied without changing her expression, “No, I don’t know. I spent all my time cultivating in my cave.”

“Couldn’t you cultivate in Dong’e Mountain?” Feng Chiyue asked. “Which is better, Asura City or Dong’e Mountain?”

Ming Jian Su: “…” Revisiting old places and rehashing old arguments. She should never have brought Feng Chiyue with her.

“Dong’e Mountain, of course,” Feng Chiyue answered for her, a smug look on her face. “Who could possibly be better company than me? Don’t you agree, Elder Sister?”

As they chatted, they arrived at the central command center of Asura City.

An official was stationed there. Seeing Ming Jian Su, he hurriedly bowed and reported on the recent movements of the demons.

The Demon Abyss hadn’t launched a full-scale invasion, but it wasn’t just a few scattered demons causing trouble either. They were organized and had a clear plan. The leader was a high-ranking general favored by the Demon Sovereign. “Perhaps they are the vanguard, testing the waters before attempting to repeat the conflict of a thousand years ago.” The peace treaty between the two realms was fragile. Once one side gained strength, they would inevitably try to attack the other and seize more territory.

Ming Jian Su nodded, her expression indifferent. “I understand.” Regardless of the Demon Realm’s ultimate intentions, it was clear that they had colluded with some immortal officials to try to kill her. Their confidence suggested that they had recruited quite a few immortals. Those vermin from Danxue Mountain were relentless in their pursuit of trouble. “There might be a fierce battle ahead,” she said meaningfully.

The official’s expression turned serious. “Yes,” he replied.

Feng Chiyue smiled and clapped her hands. “The road to the Yellow Springs is about to get lively again.”

She hadn’t concealed her presence in Asura City.

News of her arrival quickly spread through the Chaos Mirror.

Why was the esteemed Ministry Head of the Celestial Feather Ministry meddling in the affairs of the battlefield instead of attending to her duties? But considering it was Feng Chiyue, it all made sense.

The Heavenly Emperor, on the other hand, would be delighted if both Feng Chiyue and Ming Jian Su abandoned the Celestial Feather Ministry. Since he didn’t express any opinion, the other officials didn’t dare to comment openly. However, the rumors continued to swirl on the Chaos Mirror. The important matter of the conflict between the Immortal and Demon Realms was overshadowed, and gossipmongers focused their attention on Feng Chiyue, trying to decipher her motives.

After all, wherever she went, trouble followed.

In Qingjun Palace.

Chu Yi also saw the news and was momentarily surprised.

Had Ming Jian Su lost her mind to lust? Why did she have to bring Feng Chiyue everywhere? The battlefield was a dangerous place!

Her contemplation was interrupted by a flashing name seal. Seeing the two characters “Cunxin,” Chu Yi frowned, displeasure flickering in her eyes. Ying Cunxin was the one who had deleted her, and Ying Cunxin was the one who had added her back. She couldn’t understand what the Dragon Princess was thinking. After being toyed with a few times, she had lost interest in inviting Ying Cunxin to the Ethereal Spirit Realm. She simply read Ying Cunxin’s messages, which detailed her predicament and were filled with sweet nothings, clearly meant to appease her.

Wasn’t the Four Seas Department undergoing reforms? How come Ying Cunxin had so much free time? Feeling slightly irritated, Chu Yi opened Ying Cunxin’s message.

It was just more pointless pleasantries.

Chu Yi scoffed and replied halfheartedly.

When Chu Yi agreed to add her back, Ying Cunxin had felt that she was halfway to success. Now that Chu Yi was willing to talk to her, she must not be angry anymore. In that case, her minor transgression didn’t matter, right? Had she successfully appeased her? Ying Cunxin was still unsure and wanted to seek confirmation from Feng Chiyue, but Feng Chiyue seemed to be busy with something and never replied. She could only rely on her own judgment. Having achieved her goal, she gradually reduced her interactions with Chu Yi, slowly turning her into just another acquaintance among countless others. She continued to follow her plan.

These past few days, besides attending to her duties and cultivating, Chu Yi spent all her remaining time chatting with Ying Cunxin on the Chaos Mirror.

She quickly noticed the change in Ying Cunxin’s attitude. The nearly hundred messages a day had dwindled to a few dozen, and then to just a handful. Would there come a day when Ying Cunxin wouldn’t even bother greeting her? A wave of anger surged through her. She almost rushed to the East Sea! But as she was about to leave, she thought, why should she? Was she supposed to go begging for Ying Cunxin’s attention? What would that make her look like? She took a deep breath and forced down her anger. During the court meeting the next day, she requested to go to the battlefield between gods and demons. Unlike Ying Cunxin, she had plenty of things to keep her busy.

Before the Heavenly Emperor could respond, several officials voiced their objections.

Their reasons, in Chu Yi’s ears, were utter nonsense.

But the Heavenly Emperor had to consider their opinions and ultimately denied her request.

Chu Yi’s face turned cold. She hadn’t given up. If the Heavenly Emperor wouldn’t let her go, she would ask the Celestial Mother. After all, it wasn’t just her father who ruled the Heavenly Court anymore.

“Which officials objected?” Meanwhile, in the Palace of Great Yin, the Great Yin Celestial Mother heard Chu Yi’s words, her eyes flickering.

Chu Yi named a few individuals, then added, with a roll of her eyes, “They’re all close to Danxue Mountain.”

“Go if you want,” the Celestial Mother said, patting Chu Yi’s shoulder and smiling faintly.

Chu Yi lowered her gaze, lost in thought. After a moment, she asked directly, “Are you trying to seize power?” She had sensed a subtle shift ever since her mother emerged from seclusion. The Mandate of Heaven balanced the pure and turbid spiritual energies. If the yin and yang in the Heavenly Court were disrupted, the demons from the Demon Abyss might seize the opportunity to invade. Thinking of this, Chu Yi frowned, her gaze questioning.

The Celestial Mother knew exactly what she was thinking. She simply smiled and said, “Don’t worry about the Mandate of Heaven.” Even if she failed to usurp the Heavenly Emperor’s Mandate, it wouldn’t matter. Her daughter wasn’t born from an ordinary union. She had been conceived from the fusion of her and the Heavenly Emperor’s essence, nurtured for a thousand years before finally taking human form. She didn’t need the Great Yin to complement her. Her Mandate was complete. If she couldn’t be the sole ruler of the Heavenly Court, she would make her daughter the ruler.

Chu Yi felt reassured upon hearing these words. As she was about to leave, she looked at the Celestial Mother and said, “Be careful, Mother.” Setting aside their differing views, as a daughter, she should naturally side with her mother.

Knowing that those officials would disapprove of her going to the battlefield, Chu Yi left quietly, without alerting anyone.

She took out the Chaos Mirror but, not seeing the “Cunxin” name seal flashing, she suppressed the urge to confide in her.

Ying Cunxin had no idea what Chu Yi was thinking. She spent several days in a state of anxiety, resisting the urge to contact Chu Yi, letting time pass slowly. Chu Yi made no attempt to contact her. So, she had accepted their estrangement? Things wouldn’t turn ugly this time, right? Ying Cunxin felt relieved. However, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she instinctively summoned the Chaos Mirror.

Thankfully, she quickly regained her composure. She had almost sent a message!

Chapter 42

Embarrassed to admit that she had been caught stealing food at Dong’e Mountain, Qing Xun simply mumbled a vague response to Que Chenyi’s question. She figured since the Azure Dragon was one of the Five Phoenixes, calling them “relatives” wasn’t entirely wrong.

Que Chenyi looked thoughtfully at the spiritual fruit in her hand. If Qing Xun had such a close relationship with Dong’e Mountain, then the goal must be to train her into an official capable of taking over the Ministry Head position. Qing Xun was still young, but she had potential. She had benefited from Qing Xun’s connection, enjoying spiritual fruits she couldn’t even afford to buy. It was only right to return the favor. With this thought in mind, her initial reluctance vanished. She beamed at Qing Xun. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything I know.” She then made a copy of the documents from the side hall and handed them all to Qing Xun, instructing her to read through them.

Qing Xun: “…”

By the time Phoenix Mountain noticed something was amiss with Qing Xun, it was already her third day on the job. She was young and her immortal body was incomplete, so the Azure Dragon Elder hadn’t expected her to become an official. She hadn’t restricted her movements or pressured her to focus on her studies like the other clan members. The Elder had hoped that Qing Xun would live a carefree life as a wandering immortal, but things hadn’t gone according to plan. A clan member had seen her busy at work at the Celestial Feather Ministry—she seemed even more like an official than those who were actually candidates.

The Azure Dragon Elder couldn’t ignore this. Upon hearing that Qing Xun had returned to the mountain, she immediately summoned her to find out what was going on.

Qing Xun stammered, but the Elder was determined to get to the bottom of it. Knowing she couldn’t hide the truth any longer, she confessed everything about being caught at Dong’e Mountain.

The Azure Dragon Elder was stunned. She couldn’t believe Qing Xun had been so audacious. As she heard the names of the spiritual fruits mentioned, her eyelids twitched violently. Her lips moved soundlessly for a long time before she finally spoke. “What spiritual fruits?”

Qing Xun hung her head, dejected. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. “Heavenly Phoenix Fruit, Snow Feather Fruit, Origin Fruit… and some others I didn’t recognize.”

The Azure Dragon Elder: “…” Waves of dizziness washed over her. Phoenix Mountain certainly couldn’t afford to compensate for those. They couldn’t possibly leave their fellow feathered brethren to starve just to redeem Qing Xun, could they? “Just focus on your duties at the Celestial Feather Ministry,” she said through gritted teeth. After a moment, she beckoned Qing Xun closer. “Come here.”

Qing Xun shuffled her feet reluctantly.

The Elder sighed internally and took a step forward. She raised her finger and pressed it against Qing Xun’s forehead. This little Azure Dragon had been born with a deficiency and was weaker than other members of their lineage. However, the damage was slowly healing thanks to the effects of the spiritual fruits. Although her immortal body couldn’t be fully restored, her strength had improved considerably. The Elder looked at Qing Xun intently but didn’t say anything more. She waved her hand, dismissing her.

Whether that person from Dong’e Mountain had done it intentionally or not, she had to pay them a visit, partly to confirm a suspicion that had been growing in her mind.

With this thought, the Azure Dragon Elder personally went to Dong’e Mountain early the next morning.

Ming Jian Su was reading the documents sent by Que Chenyi when she received the message.

On a nearby bed, Feng Chiyue was lounging, playing with the Chaos Mirror, a carefree smile on her face.

Feng Chiyue’s senses were sharp. She instantly noticed Ming Jian Su’s gaze. She pulled her attention away from the Chaos Mirror and turned to look at Ming Jian Su, her brow raised in silent inquiry.

“Elder Qingyun of the Azure Dragon lineage is here,” Ming Jian Su said.

Feng Chiyue’s face fell. “I don’t want to see her,” she said dismissively.

Ming Jian Su initially assumed that she had come because of Qing Xun. However, in the past, any matters concerning Phoenix Mountain, regardless of the lineage involved, were handled by Feng Yao. These elders, wary of the Heavenly Court’s scrutiny, rarely ventured out. Perhaps Qing Xun was just an excuse. Was her true purpose to gather information about her junior sister? The thought made Ming Jian Su’s gaze turn cold. She handed the stack of documents to Undefeated. “I’ll be back shortly,” she said, getting up and leaving.

Feng Chiyue responded distractedly, her eyes following Ming Jian Su until she disappeared from sight. Only then did she return her attention to the Chaos Mirror, resuming her chat with Ying Cunxin.

After deleting Chu Yi’s name seal, Ying Cunxin had spent a night wallowing in sadness before turning her attention to the mysterious West River Master. She had left a comment on a topic related to the West River Master, never expecting Chu Yi to chime in. Although Chu Yi didn’t ask why she had deleted the name seal, Ying Cunxin was still startled. Driven by a strange sense of guilt, she postponed her plans to visit the West River Master and had been holed up in the Dragon Palace, refusing to go out.

However, even though she didn’t go out, Chu Yi could still visit her.

Ying Cunxin didn’t want to see her, but she was afraid that if Chu Yi spoke to the Dragon King, her lie about the “forced marriage” would be exposed. She had no choice but to receive her guest.

To her relief, Chu Yi didn’t mention anything about the “name seal” or their “battle.” It seemed she was only here to discuss “Four Seas matters.” Ying Cunxin thought to herself that, after all, Chu Yi was the Emperor’s daughter. She possessed a magnanimity that ordinary immortals could only dream of. Perhaps she had already forgotten about that minor incident. Ying Cunxin breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the faint twinge of regret in her heart. However, just as she was sending Chu Yi off, about to see her out of the East Sea, Chu Yi suddenly asked, “Do you need me to introduce you to the West River Master?” Ying Cunxin’s heart skipped a beat. She could barely maintain her calm facade.

Thankfully, Chu Yi left right after saying that, but she hadn’t clarified her intentions, leaving Ying Cunxin in a state of perpetual anxiety. She reviewed the events that had transpired and couldn’t understand why she felt guilty. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Wasn’t it perfectly normal to add or delete name seals on the Chaos Mirror?

“How did the Emperor’s daughter know that I wanted to meet the West River Master?” A panicked Ying Cunxin sought out Feng Chiyue to confide in her.

Feng Chiyue’s answer was straightforward. “I told her.” It was best if these two were entangled with each other, so that neither of them would covet her Elder Sister!

Ying Cunxin: “?”

Feng Chiyue ignored Ying Cunxin’s speechless reaction and continued, “Chu Yi is vindictive. You were probably the first person to add her and then delete her. She’ll definitely remember you.”

Ying Cunxin: “…” “Surely not?” Her heart was pounding in her chest. The rumors must be false. Feng Chiyue must have heard some gossip and believed the words of those jealous, troublemaking immortals.

Feng Chiyue: “How do you think she and I became enemies in the first place? Those who understand you best are often your enemies, aren’t they?”

Ying Cunxin couldn’t come up with a rebuttal. Her instincts told her that Feng Chiyue was talking nonsense, but the meaningful words and look in Chu Yi’s eyes before she left lingered in her mind. “Then what should I do?” Desperate, she asked for advice.

“Chu Yi loves beauty and responds better to gentleness than force. Just try to appease her,” Feng Chiyue said.

Ying Cunxin hadn’t noticed Chu Yi’s appreciation for beauty. After all, in the Ethereal Spirit Realm, Chu Yi’s aura had been all about destroying beauty. However, she could see some truth in the “responds better to gentleness” part. When she had pretended to be ill, it had prompted Chu Yi to go to the West Sea and confront Ao Chaofeng. But she had deleted Chu Yi’s name seal because she genuinely believed that Chu Yi had feelings for her and that her situation was dangerous. Wouldn’t approaching her again be like stepping back into a quagmire? Perhaps in the process of appeasing her, she could slowly change Chu Yi’s attitude? But appeasing someone was an art. “Do you know how to appease people, Fellow Daoist Feng?” Ying Cunxin decided to seek guidance from Feng Chiyue.

“I’m the one who’s usually being appeased,” Feng Chiyue replied.

Ying Cunxin: “…” The East Abode Master must have spoiled her rotten!

Although Feng Chiyue had no personal experience with appeasing others, she was kind enough to send Ying Cunxin a curated collection of her favorite plays and novels for her to study.

Meanwhile, Ming Jian Su, the expert at appeasing others, was standing outside Dong’e Mountain, calmly facing Qingyun, the Azure Dragon Elder. After exchanging greetings, she simply stood there, showing no intention of inviting her guest inside.

Qingyun sensed the “unwelcoming” aura emanating from Ming Jian Su. The relationship between Phoenix Mountain and Dong’e Mountain had never been good. However, she didn’t take offense. After expressing her gratitude, she steered the conversation towards Feng Chiyue. “Is Ministry Head Feng not in the mountain?” she asked with feigned concern.

“She’s not,” Ming Jian Su lied blatantly.

“Is she at the Celestial Feather Ministry then?” Qingyun continued to probe.

Ming Jian Su’s brow furrowed. She was now certain that Qing Xun was just a pretext. She met Qingyun’s gaze, the corners of her lips curving up in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Is there something you need from my junior sister, Elder Qing?”

Qingyun smiled faintly. “I haven’t seen her in a while. I just wanted to check on her.”

“My junior sister is doing well,” Ming Jian Su said, emphasizing the last two words. Dong’e Mountain was the only place where her junior sister truly belonged.

“We trust that Fellow Daoist Ming will take good care of her,” Qingyun said. After guessing Feng Chiyue’s true identity, they actually felt a bit regretful. If they had kept Feng Chiyue back then, would things have been different? But regret was useless. They could only try to maintain good relations with Dong’e Mountain. After all, based on the current situation, the East Abode Master was the only person Feng Chiyue cared about.

“What does your trust have to do with me?” Ming Jian Su asked, feigning confusion. “Taking care of my junior sister is my duty. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

Her intention to sever ties with Phoenix Mountain was clear. The gentle smile on Qingyun’s face faded slightly. Lowering her gaze, she said, “The clan will always be there.”

The clan? If the clan was so reliable, would her junior sister have had to endure Nirvana alone? Would she have been trapped in the Abyss of the Milky Way for so long? Ming Jian Su’s eyes turned frosty, an icy aura emanating from her. The smile vanished from her face as she said curtly, “Then I wish your clan prosperity and continued success.”

Qingyun pretended not to understand her meaning. “Thank you for your kind words, Fellow Daoist Ming.”

Her intention to leave was obvious. Qingyun didn’t press further. She handed the Qiankun bag, meant as a token of gratitude, to Ming Jian Su and bid her farewell.

Ming Jian Su looked at the Qiankun bag with a sneer. She would still accept the gift. It rightfully belonged to her junior sister. Why refuse it? After returning to the mountain and tossing the Qiankun bag to Zhu Wan to be stored in the treasury, Ming Jian Su stood under the peach blossom tree, trying to calm the anger surging within her. Those from the Vermilion Bird and Bifang lineages in Danxue Mountain deserved to die, and those from Phoenix Mountain were no better. The results of the recent Celestial Feather Ministry assessment proved it. They were always clamoring about returning to their former glory and taking revenge, but in the end, weren’t they just as corrupt as the Vermilion Bird and the others? They clung to their arrogance and pride and weren’t even half as hardworking as those with less impressive bloodlines.

The entire Immortal Realm was a mess. Everyone was infuriating! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The birds that had been playing around the swing set scattered in fear, sensing the dark aura emanating from her. Even the pink peach blossoms swirled in the wind, keeping a safe distance.

“Why the long face?”

A soft murmur reached her ears. Ming Jian Su looked down and saw a pair of jade-like hands wrapped around her waist.

She covered Feng Chiyue’s hands, the turmoil within her instantly subsiding. “It’s nothing,” she said, forcing a smile.

“You’re lying.” Feng Chiyue didn’t believe her. She hugged Ming Jian Su tightly from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. Her eyes were hazy, like autumn mist hanging over a river. “You’re unhappy after seeing Qingyun. Phoenix Mountain must have made some unreasonable request.” She sided with Ming Jian Su unconditionally.

Ming Jian Su sighed internally. After a moment of hesitation, she said, “They want to see you.” Or rather, they wanted to see the Phoenix Sovereign.

Feng Chiyue snorted. “Who do they think I am? Do they think they can just see me whenever they want?” After a pause, she added, “Should we erect a stone tablet outside Dong’e Mountain? Inscribe it with ‘Demons and members of Phoenix Mountain are forbidden entry’?”

Ming Jian Su chuckled. She let go of Feng Chiyue and turned to face her. Raising her hand, she tucked a stray braid behind her ear. “There’s no need for that.” It wouldn’t reflect well on Dong’e Mountain if word got out.

Feng Chiyue made a noncommittal sound, her gaze fixed on Ming Jian Su.

When she had awakened in the Abyss of the Milky Way, Ming Jian Su was the first person she saw, making her the most special person in her life.

A gentle breeze blew, scattering peach blossoms in the air.

Ming Jian Su gathered the falling petals and led Feng Chiyue back to the Dharma Hall.

Undefeated was clumsily trying to organize the documents. Seeing Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue, it flipped over in a gesture of protest and banged its hilt against the table.

Feng Chiyue asked with a smile, “Where are the other two swords?”

Undefeated immediately quieted down. Although its master was fickle, it was the first to follow her and the only one who knew how to handle paperwork!

After spending some quality time with Feng Chiyue, Ming Jian Su refocused on her work.

Feng Chiyue didn’t bother Ming Jian Su. Instead, she summoned the Chaos Mirror and posted a declaration severing ties with Phoenix Mountain.

Although they had never had much of a relationship to begin with, a formal “separation” was still necessary.

She was a Phoenix, but she wasn’t from Phoenix Mountain or Danxue Mountain. She was the one and only Phoenix of Dong’e Mountain.

— What happened? Why did she suddenly publish a “Severance Letter to Phoenix Mountain”?

— As expected, when Feng Chiyue goes crazy, she doesn’t care about anyone’s face. She even attacks the Phoenix.

— Fellow Daoist above is mistaken. There are exceptions.

By the time Ming Jian Su saw the news, it was already common knowledge throughout the Immortal Realm. There were many onlookers enjoying the spectacle. Some members of the feathered lineages expressed their indignation and cursed Feng Chiyue, while others applauded her actions. The former were likely supporters of Phoenix Mountain, while the latter were clearly from the Vermilion Bird lineage, seizing the opportunity to fan the flames and drive a wedge between Dong’e Mountain and Phoenix Mountain.

“Junior Sister, why did you–” Looking at Feng Chiyue’s beaming face, Ming Jian Su couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Are you happy, Elder Sister?” Feng Chiyue blinked. “After this, Phoenix Mountain shouldn’t bother us anymore.”

Ming Jian Su felt a mix of emotions. She was happy, of course. Her junior sister always put her first. But she also felt heartbroken. Her junior sister deserved a carefree life. Why had she suffered so much injustice in the past? She pursed her lips, found those who were cursing Feng Chiyue on the Chaos Mirror, and sent them duel invitations. Whether in the Ethereal Spirit Realm or in actual combat, as long as she could shut them up, she was willing to oblige!

Ever since slaying Bai Yang Star Monarch, Ming Jian Su’s reputation had been tainted with a lingering aura of ruthlessness. She was practically a bogeyman used to scare children at night. After her actions, no one dared to insult Feng Chiyue anymore. They were all too terrified to speak.

Ming Jian Su didn’t care what others thought. She only cared about achieving her goals. For the next few days, neither the Emperor’s daughter nor Phoenix Mountain came to Dong’e Mountain to disturb her peace with her junior sister. This was exactly what she wanted. However, there were still a few unpleasant incidents. During the Celestial Feather Ministry assessment, several former Mountain Patrol Emissaries tried to obstruct the process. The candidates, hesitant and lacking the courage to act independently, simply reported their findings. Ming Jian Su didn’t blame them too harshly. After all, it was understandable that those from smaller lineages wouldn’t want to offend the Vermilion Bird and Bifang.

While the candidates from smaller lineages were afraid of the former Mountain Patrol Emissaries, Ming Jian Su was not. She went to the Celestial Pivot Department and forcefully demanded a dozen Arrest Warrants from Yunze Young Lord. After beating those who obstructed official business, along with their supporters, half to death, she tossed them all into the Grand Court of Justice.

Yunze Young Lord was in a difficult position. He didn’t want to get involved in this mess at all. Wasn’t it better for the Celestial Pivot Department to remain quiet and unnoticed? No sooner had Dong’e Mountain left than the Vermilion Bird and Bifang came knocking. The most terrifying thing was that decrees from the Heavenly Emperor and the Celestial Mother arrived one after another. The former demanded the release of the prisoners, while the latter insisted on upholding the law. It was the first time that the two embodiments of the Mandate of Heaven had issued conflicting orders. Whose command should he follow? He couldn’t afford to offend either of them! He had no choice but to go to the Celestial Pivot Hall and seek guidance from Dao Ling Star Monarch, who was still in seclusion. Shortly after, he received a message containing only an image of a crescent moon. Yunze Young Lord’s eyelids twitched, and he carefully put away the message. The moon symbolized the Great Yin Celestial Mother. Dao Ling Star Monarch clearly sided with the Celestial Mother!

With Dao Ling Star Monarch, who oversaw the Celestial Pivot Department, making the decision, Yunze Young Lord’s anxiety subsided. Even if the Heavenly Emperor wanted to hold someone accountable, it wouldn’t be him.

Back in Dong’e Mountain.

Before the Heavenly Emperor’s messenger arrived, they received a long-awaited guest—Ming Yuheng.

Feng Chiyue wasn’t in the mood to entertain guests. She stayed in the Dharma Hall to play, leaving Ming Jian Su and Zhu Wan to receive their visitor.

“Is Ministry Head Feng not available?” Ming Yuheng asked, sitting upright, her voice low, her tone guarded. Although she knew it was unlikely that Feng Chiyue would actually be working at the Celestial Feather Ministry, she still held a faint glimmer of hope.

“She’s in the inner hall,” Ming Jian Su replied.

Ming Yuheng nodded. This meant she had to be careful with her words, as the inner hall wasn’t exactly a thousand miles away from the reception hall.

After a cup of tea and a game of Dao chess, Ming Yuheng finally brought up the matter of Phoenix Mountain and Feng Chiyue. “The major changes at the Celestial Feather Ministry have already completely alienated Danxue Mountain. Now, with the added conflict with Phoenix Mountain, isn’t she completely isolated within the feathered lineages? It’s true that some smaller lineages are hoping to take advantage of these changes to rise to prominence, but you know how things work in the Immortal Realm. Smaller lineages attaching themselves to larger ones is the key to long-term survival. Most lineages choose to hedge their bets.” She didn’t want Ming Jian Su to get caught up in the turmoil within the feathered lineages. The situation had escalated beyond an internal conflict. It was now a game between the Heavenly Emperor and the Celestial Mother. Unfortunately, no matter what she said, Ming Jian Su wouldn’t listen.

“I know,” Ming Jian Su said calmly.

Ming Yuheng looked at her suspiciously. “You haven’t appeared at court much since your return. The Heavenly Emperor is already displeased with you. And I’m afraid the Celestial Mother is simply using you as a pawn.” Since they were in Dong’e Mountain, safe from eavesdroppers, she spoke more freely.

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly. “They’ll need to be capable enough to do that.”

Ming Yuheng remained silent for a while before asking, “What are your plans?”

“If the obstacles disappear, there won’t be any problems, will there?” Ming Jian Su replied.

Ming Yuheng hadn’t expected her to be so bold. In her memory, her fellow Daoist’s dream had always been to live a carefree life of pleasure and comfort. “Is it worth it?” she asked meaningfully.

“It’s worth it,” Ming Jian Su answered without hesitation.

Seeing her resolve, Ming Yuheng didn’t try to dissuade her. Even friendship had its limits. After a moment of thought, she said, “There’s been some activity in the Demon Abyss. If I’m not mistaken, the Heavenly Emperor will use this as an opportunity to send you to the battlefield between gods and demons to resolve the conflict.”

A glint flashed in Ming Jian Su’s eyes. She remembered the message from Tushan Xiurong. Perhaps her “death” had given someone a brilliant idea. She nodded but didn’t say anything more. It wasn’t until they finished a few more games of Dao chess that she got up to see Ming Yuheng off.

As she stepped out of the hall, Ming Yuheng didn’t pay attention to her surroundings. Looking at Ming Jian Su’s calm face, a wave of worry washed over her. The word “Elder Sister” that had been about to leave her lips caught in her throat. Instead, she said, her voice filled with concern, “Susu, be careful.”

Ming Jian Su didn’t respond.

Ming Yuheng’s eyelids twitched. A sense of foreboding filled her.

“Susu?” A slightly questioning voice with a hint of amusement. Ming Yuheng turned around and saw a figure clad in vibrant red. A chill ran down her spine. Without even looking at Ming Jian Su’s expression, she transformed into a beam of light and fled.

Feng Chiyue tossed the last spiritual fruit to the flock of birds, then clapped her hands, meeting Ming Jian Su’s gaze.

She walked towards the hall casually, as if she hadn’t just spoken those two words.

No fuss, no anger. This was the scenario that Ming Jian Su feared the most. She hurried after Feng Chiyue.

“I don’t know why she called you that,”. First “Elder Sister,” then “Susu.” Ming Yuheng must be her nemesis!

“Huh? What did you say, Elder Sister?” Feng Chiyue blinked, a confused expression on her face, as if she hadn’t understood what Ming Jian Su had said.

Chapter 41

Meeting Feng Chiyue’s enigmatic gaze, Ming Jian Su felt her eyelids twitch. She hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn. After a moment of careful consideration, she replied cautiously, “It was just ordinary interaction between colleagues.”

“Did you really need to think about it for so long?” Feng Chiyue gave Ming Jian Su a sideways glance and, with a huff, brushed past her. She went outside to play with the flock of birds. Seeing that she wasn’t truly angry, Ming Jian Su felt the tension ease from her shoulders. She didn’t follow Feng Chiyue, as she still had a backlog of work from the Celestial Feather Ministry to deal with. After reviewing the records and dismissing some Feather Guard officials, several positions had opened up, requiring new appointments. She would have loved to erase the names of those from the Vermilion Bird and Bifang lineages, but unfortunately, the assessments were supposed to be “fair,” and she couldn’t give anyone a reason to criticize her junior sister.

Using Feng Chiyue’s Chaos Mirror, Ming Jian Su posted a notice announcing a selection for Mountain Patrol Emissaries and other officials to be held in three days. The Mountain Patrol Emissaries, under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Prosperity Department, were responsible for inspecting the mines and spiritual veins requested by the Celestial Feather Ministry. There were quite a few of these positions. In the past, they were chosen from among the Vermilion Bird, Bifang, and other feathered lineages, but since they refused to register with the Ministry, most of them had been dismissed. The new Mountain Patrol Emissaries would be tested not only on their basic knowledge but also on their combat abilities. After all, the previous officials had left behind a tangled web of connections that wouldn’t be easy to unravel.

— Does the Celestial Feather Ministry’s assessment vary depending on the position?

— I heard that the Vermilion Bird, Bifang, and other feathered lineages are moving. Will they even participate?

— I don’t know. Things have been really lively in the Heavenly Court lately.

In the new Danxue Mountain.

The Vermilion Bird, Bifang, Swan Goose, and others also saw the notice from the Celestial Feather Ministry. Ming Jian Su was actually going ahead with this plan, the Heavenly Emperor remained silent, and Chang Li was in seclusion, nowhere to be found. They had no choice but to accept their fate. There were only a limited number of Mountain Patrol Emissary positions, and considering that some members of the feathered lineages were loyal to the Phoenix, they would certainly participate. Even those who were originally affiliated with the Vermilion Bird were starting to waver. Could they really stand by and watch as all the Mountain Patrol Emissary positions were filled by others?

“At least they haven’t shown any favoritism towards Phoenix Mountain,” the Vermilion Bird Elder said in a deep voice. “Let the most promising candidates from our clan, along with the dismissed former Mountain Patrol Emissaries, take the assessment.” Based on the few jade slips related to the assessment that had been released, the content was directly related to the duties of the position. The former Mountain Patrol Emissaries had experience on their side, giving them a significant advantage over those from Phoenix Mountain.

After making their decision, the Vermilion Bird Elder entered a cave. Fearing eavesdroppers, he set up multiple shielding formations. Once the flow of energy inside and outside the cave was completely separated, he carefully took out a black talisman paper. Chanting incantations, he channeled his magic power into it. Moments later, the talisman transformed into a wisp of black smoke that rose into the air, vaguely taking the shape of a demonic creature. The smoke lingered for a moment, circling the Vermilion Bird Elder before dissipating. The Elder snorted, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

In the Demon Abyss Palace.

Tushan Liusu lounged on her throne, her legs crossed, her gaze fixed on the Chaos Mirror floating before her. It displayed the image of Tushan Xiurong’s indignant face.

Ever since Ming Jian Su had implanted sword energy in Tushan Xiurong, she had been cursing Tushan Liusu daily. Tushan Liusu was unfazed. After all, it wasn’t her body that was afflicted. When a demon soldier arrived to report, Tushan Liusu didn’t even bother putting away the Chaos Mirror. She glanced at the soldier, waiting for him to speak.

“Someone from the Heavenly Court sent a signal, requesting our assistance,” the demon soldier reported dutifully.

Tushan Liusu raised an eyebrow, her gaze turning contemplative. The Demon Abyss and the Heavenly Court were separated only by a river, their history entangled in countless millennia of conflict. It was impossible for there to be no contact between the demon race and the immortals. Most of the time, their interactions, whether peaceful or hostile, were driven by “profit.” There were certain longstanding traditions that Tushan Liusu hadn’t changed after becoming the Demon Sovereign. For example, if someone in the Immortal Realm wanted a promotion but lacked sufficient merit, they would bribe the demon race with valuable treasures to create chaos and artificially inflate their merit. Or, if someone had an enemy they couldn’t deal with themselves, they would hire the demon race to assassinate them… Why refuse a mutually beneficial arrangement?

“Make the necessary preparations,” Tushan Liusu replied with a smile.

Tushan Xiurong, who had overheard the conversation, stared at her with wide eyes. “You’re doing it again–” she started to say, but the scene before her shifted, and Tushan Liusu’s smiling face vanished. Tushan Liusu had unilaterally cut off the connection.

Tushan Xiurong: “…” Even the elders back in Qingqiu Mountain couldn’t remove the sword energy from her body. Her most important task each day was to contact Tushan Liusu, but unfortunately, her attempts to gather information always ended with her cursing at Tushan Liusu, gaining nothing in the process. Dong’e Mountain hadn’t contacted her again, as if they had forgotten about the incident. However, Tushan Xiurong couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease, since she was the one who had been threatened. After some thought, she decided to treat this as “intelligence,” hoping to earn a bit of “mercy” from the East Abode Master.

—

Ming Jian Su was surprised to hear about the movements in the Demon Abyss from Tushan Xiurong, but upon reflection, she realized it made sense. She dismissed Tushan Xiurong with a few words, showing no sign of hostility or indignation towards the demon race. Ming Jian Su had no interest in getting involved in this mess. The Heavenly Emperor hadn’t tasked her with dealing with it, so it was none of her business. Her focus was solely on the Celestial Feather Ministry. After all, she had received a decree from the Celestial Mother to protect and guide her junior sister.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. On the day of the Celestial Feather Ministry assessment, Ming Jian Su actually woke up early, intending to make an appearance. She hadn’t expected Feng Chiyue to come, but surprisingly, her junior sister was uncharacteristically active. She got ready with lightning speed and even thoughtfully summoned their golden chariot. Ming Jian Su looked at Feng Chiyue suspiciously, feeling that beneath her obedient facade lurked a mischievous spirit.

At the Celestial Feather Ministry.

Que Chenyi was nervous. She had assumed that neither Ming Jian Su nor Feng Chiyue would come. After all, she was just a small mountain sparrow. Faced with the combined pressure emanating from the bloodlines of so many feathered immortals, she couldn’t help but feel intimidated. The newly crafted puppet servants maintained order. Perhaps because more resources had been invested in their creation, not only were they more durable, but their appearance had also improved. At least they no longer had featureless faces.

The candidates for the Feather Guard positions varied in temperament, and being placed in the same space as their rivals inevitably led to some restlessness and agitation. Faint waves of magic power rippled through the air, coalescing into a powerful surge. Just as the tension threatened to boil over, a thunderous boom echoed through the hall. The immortals instinctively turned towards the source of the sound—a pillar of lightning, crackling with sword energy. Bai Zifeng, barely clinging to life, was suspended from it. Whenever he seemed about to lose consciousness, a puppet servant would force-feed him a spiritual pill. His presence served as a stark reminder to the feathered immortals of Bai Yang Star Monarch’s(White Phase Star Monarch) fate. The cacophony of voices quickly died down. No matter their thoughts, they all lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.

The golden chariot from Dong’e Mountain stopped outside the Heavenly Feather Hall. As the solemn sounds of bells and chimes echoed through the air, the candidates entered the hall one by one. Only then did Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue emerge from the chariot. Que Chenyi glanced at them but remained silent. She distributed the jade slips that had been prepared in advance. The questions on the slips covered a range of topics, including the history of the feathered lineages, the properties of various mines, arithmetic, and law. Que Chenyi knew that Ming Jian Su had written the questions. As for their actual Ministry Head… no one could make her work. She had heard that in the mortal realm, cultivators had to undergo numerous trials to ascend. She wondered what kind of hardship the East Abode Master had endured to come up with such a brutal assessment method.

Indeed, Que Chenyi had already instinctively attributed everything to Ming Jian Su.

The hall fell silent.

Feng Chiyue found the atmosphere stifling after a while. She pulled Ming Jian Su to a side hall. Instead of taking out the Chaos Mirror to entertain herself, she uncharacteristically remembered her role as Ministry Head and, for appearances’ sake, expressed some concern for the affairs of the Celestial Feather Ministry. “After the written assessment, there will be another round of selection. What do you plan to have them do, Elder Sister?”

Ming Jian Su replied without hesitation, “A tournament.” The role of a Mountain Patrol Emissary wasn’t just about sitting around in a hall. They needed to prevent unrest within the mines, defend against wandering immortals trying to steal resources, and accurately calculate output. Their cultivation couldn’t be too weak.

Feng Chiyue snorted. “Troublesome.”

Ming Jian Su blinked. “Do you have any ideas, Junior Sister?”

“With such reluctant transitions between old and new, there are bound to be problems with the account books,” Feng Chiyue said. “Assign each candidate a mountain and have them compile a hundred years’ worth of records. Practical experience is the best teacher. Give them half a month. Those who fail are eliminated.”

Ming Jian Su considered this. “Those former Mountain Patrol Emissaries might not be so obedient. There could be problems.” A peaceful transition, a violent conflict, avoidance, or even collusion were all possibilities.

Feng Chiyue said calmly, “Then eliminate the problem directly.” The problem was caused by the immortals. If they eliminated those who were disobedient, wouldn’t the problem disappear? Ming Jian Su noticed a fleeting glint of murderous intent in Feng Chiyue’s eyes. After a moment of thought, she realized that this was also a good opportunity to weaken the power of the Vermilion Bird and Bifang lineages. “Alright,” she agreed.

The candidates, having gone through the written assessment, knew that further trials were inevitable. They took advantage of the time to cram as much knowledge as possible. When the time was up, they submitted their jade slips. Many of them wore confident smiles, believing they had aced the test. Que Chenyi didn’t bother asking Feng Chiyue or Undefeated to review the answers. After dismissing the candidates, she distributed the jade slips to the puppet servants. There were practically no blank or nonsensical answers. After a flurry of activity, Que Chenyi carefully selected one hundred and fifty slips and presented them to Feng Chiyue.

She knew that Feng Chiyue wouldn’t actually read them, so she reported directly, “This time, the results involve one hundred and nine feathered lineages. Neither Danxue Mountain nor Phoenix Mountain has a significant advantage. Instead, those from smaller, often overlooked lineages performed better.”

Feng Chiyue said casually, “Those who harbor resentment wouldn’t take it seriously, of course. The smaller lineages see this as an opportunity. How could they not give it their all?”

Que Chenyi asked, “Will there be a tournament next? When will it be held?”

Ming Jian Su glanced at Feng Chiyue and said, “The tournament is canceled.”

Que Chenyi: “?” Her gaze held a hint of both amusement and apprehension. What earth-shattering plan did their esteemed Ministry Head have in mind this time?

Ming Jian Su flicked her sleeve, and a stream of light landed in Que Chenyi’s hand. Que Chenyi blinked and channeled her consciousness into the jade slip. It was a map of the Celestial Feather Ministry’s mines, with over a hundred mountains marked. She looked up at Ming Jian Su, puzzled.

“Assign these candidates who passed the written assessment to each of the marked mines,” Ming Jian Su instructed. “Have them audit a hundred years’ worth of records for each mine.”

Que Chenyi thought for a moment, understanding Ming Jian Su’s intention. However, a new problem arose. The records in the Heavenly Prosperity Department’s treasury were also unclear. How would she evaluate the candidates’ performance? She voiced her concerns.

Ming Jian Su gestured to Feng Chiyue, who had originally come up with the idea.

The Feather Guard registry in the Heavenly Feather Hall could be cross-referenced with the Celestial Feather Career Book, but the mine yields and treasury records, as Que Chenyi pointed out, had no reliable reference point. Feng Chiyue lifted her eyelids lazily. “After they compile the records, those from similar mines can be compared against each other. Surely, those candidates from different backgrounds wouldn’t collude with each other, right?” Moreover, the records compiled by those from the Phoenix Mountain faction would definitely be reliable. After all, they had controlled these mines a thousand years ago and had a good understanding of the rate of resource depletion.

Ming Jian Su nodded. “Do it that way.”

Que Chenyi: “…” A single sentence from the Ministry Head, and it was up to her subordinates to flesh out the details and patch up any loopholes. Why had she bothered becoming a candidate and competing for a position in the Celestial Feather Ministry in the first place? The puppet servants did save her a lot of trouble, but there were some things they simply couldn’t do.

Looking at Que Chenyi’s dejected expression, Feng Chiyue, surprisingly, felt a flicker of sympathy. After a moment of thought, she took out a few spiritual fruits and placed them on the table. “These fruits can nourish your Yuan Qi and prevent feather loss.” They tasted quite ordinary, and as for their effects… she had no use for them.

Hearing the words “feather loss,” Que Chenyi felt a wave of despair wash over her. Her mood darkened even further.

Seeing herself in Que Chenyi, Ming Jian Su also spoke up after Feng Chiyue expressed her sympathy. However, unlike Feng Chiyue’s superficial gesture, her words were filled with genuine understanding. “I’ll find you an assistant.”

Que Chenyi’s eyes welled up with gratitude.

It wasn’t until they left the Heavenly Feather Hall that Feng Chiyue turned to Ming Jian Su, her brow furrowed. “Assistant?” Who else did her Elder Sister know among the feathered lineages? Was she planning to reach out to Phoenix Mountain? Ask a cultivator from Phoenix Mountain to help Que Chenyi?

Ming Jian Su smiled enigmatically. “You’ll see when we get back to Dong’e Mountain.”

Feng Chiyue, dissatisfied with her evasiveness, pressed further, “It’s not Zhu Wan, is it?”

Ming Jian Su looked surprised. “You want her to work at the Celestial Feather Ministry?”

“No,” Feng Chiyue replied. Although Zhu Wan was a bit of a fool and somewhat timid, she was still better than many of the useless immortals in the Heavenly Court. If her Elder Sister took on another disciple, who knew what kind of person they would be? What if they distracted her Elder Sister? In short, any potential for trouble should be avoided. The brief distraction had extinguished Feng Chiyue’s curiosity.

When they returned to Dong’e Mountain, Zhu Wan happened to be feeding the flock of plump little birds.

Feng Chiyue didn’t interrupt, her gaze fixed on the little creatures vying for food. Hearing Ming Jian Su’s footsteps, she pointed to a small green bird. “It’s not as lively as the others.”

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly. “Perhaps it’s sick.”

Feng Chiyue’s lips curled into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. “What if it’s contagious? Should we throw it out of Dong’e Mountain?” Upon hearing these words, the meek little green bird puffed up its feathers and, with a flap of its wings, launched itself at the other birds, crashing into them like a falling mountain. It was always domineering, and the other birds, having reached their limit, finally fought back. However, they were no match for its “slaps” and ended up huddled together in defeat. A few brave ones, tears welling up in their eyes, flew towards Feng Chiyue. However, upon meeting Ming Jian Su’s gentle gaze, they quickly changed course and landed on Zhu Wan’s shoulder, pecking at her empty hand.

Ming Jian Su’s smile vanished. In a calm yet firm voice, she said, “Come in.”

Zhu Wan was confused. “Huh?”

Feng Chiyue glanced at Zhu Wan and said slowly, “Not you.”

Zhu Wan: “?” If not her, then who? Her Master wouldn’t use such a cold tone with Feng Chiyue. Could there be some entity hiding in Dong’e Mountain without her knowledge? Her confusion deepened as her gaze darted around, finally landing on the stiff, dejected-looking green bird—its despondency was palpable. Could it be this grumpy little creature?

The despondent little green bird soon confirmed Zhu Wan’s guess, flapping its wings as it flew towards the Dharma Hall. The remaining birds seemed delighted. Zhu Wan thought she heard the sound of mocking laughter. She frowned, looking at the birds again—perhaps they were impatient for their food. With a flurry of wings, they scattered, embodying the concept of “heartlessness.”

Inside the Dharma Hall.

Feng Chiyue settled comfortably into Ming Jian Su’s embrace and summoned the Chaos Mirror, eager for some entertainment. However, seeing the emerald light entering the hall, she frowned. “Assume your human form,” she ordered. In this Dharma Hall, only she was allowed to be a little bird!

The green bird obeyed. It was enveloped in a green glow, and after a few moments, a young girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, emerged. Dressed in shades of yellow and green, she possessed a delicate beauty.

“From the Azure Dragon lineage,” Ming Jian Su said. She had already noticed something unusual about this green bird, but seeing how well-behaved it was and considering its young age and the fact that her junior sister didn’t seem to dislike it, she hadn’t driven it out of the mountain.

The girl was somewhat afraid of Ming Jian Su. She had deluded herself into thinking she could hide among the other birds, freeloading in Dong’e Mountain, but now the East Abode Master had mercilessly exposed her, and despair washed over her like a tidal wave. If her instincts hadn’t told her that crying would only worsen her situation, she would have burst into tears.

“What’s your name?” Feng Chiyue asked, her voice languid yet polite.

“Qing Xun,” the girl replied softly.

“How old are you?” Feng Chiyue asked.

“Sixteen,” Qing Xun answered.

Feng Chiyue: “…” Why did she look even younger than her actual age? Was Phoenix Mountain so poor that they couldn’t even raise a single Azure Dragon? Had she come to Dong’e Mountain to fight with the other birds? “Can’t Phoenix Mountain afford to keep you?” When she said this, Feng Chiyue didn’t bother hiding her mockery and disdain for Phoenix Mountain.

Qing Xun was at a loss for words.

She didn’t lack food in Phoenix Mountain, but for some reason, she couldn’t seem to absorb enough energy. One day, she was drawn to the scent of Dong’e Mountain’s spiritual fruits and had secretly transformed into a small green bird to come here. She had spent a few days in fear, but no one chased her away, so she had stayed, pretending to be an ordinary bird. Now it seemed that they had simply been too lazy to deal with her.

Ming Jian Su wrapped her arm around Feng Chiyue’s waist and looked at Qing Xun calmly. “You ate the spiritual fruits from Dong’e Mountain.”

Qing Xun fidgeted, her voice small and hesitant. “I-I’ll compensate you.” Her voice grew fainter with each word, eventually becoming a mere whisper. Many of the spiritual fruits, originally native to Danxue Mountain but now extinct, how could she possibly compensate for them? She summoned the Chaos Mirror, but she didn’t dare mention this to the elders in her clan. She simply lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her toes.

Feng Chiyue looked at the young Azure Dragon, realizing that she was the “assistant” Ming Jian Su had mentioned. “Do you need me to contact the Azure Dragon Elder?” she asked coolly.

Qing Xun: “…”

Ming Jian Su rubbed her forehead, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for bullying a child. She decided to stop beating around the bush. “Those spiritual fruits are priceless. Even Phoenix Mountain might not be able to afford them. You may be young, but you’re old enough to take responsibility for your actions. Go to the Celestial Feather Ministry and find someone named Que Chenyi. She’ll tell you what to do.”

Qing Xun, who had thought she was in deep trouble, looked up in surprise. Was this a lifeline? She had seen the fearsome reputations of these two on the Chaos Mirror and had assumed her fate would be the same as Bai Yang Star Monarch’s. She bowed deeply. “I’ll go right away!” Then, she spun around and ran, as if chased by a monstrous beast.

Feng Chiyue scoffed. “Her immortal body has a congenital defect. She’ll probably need to undergo Nirvana to be like the other feathered immortals.”

Ming Jian Su wasn’t an expert on the feathered lineages and hadn’t noticed anything wrong with Qing Xun. Hearing Feng Chiyue’s words, she smiled. “You’re truly kind, Junior Sister.”

Feng Chiyue glanced at Ming Jian Su but didn’t reply.

She couldn’t be bothered to communicate with Phoenix Mountain.

At the Celestial Feather Ministry.

Que Chenyi hadn’t expected the “assistant” she was given to be such a young Azure Dragon.

This wasn’t an assistant. This was a “disciple” she couldn’t possibly refuse!

Still, work needed to be done. As she assigned tasks to the one hundred and fifty candidates, she explained things to her new “assistant.” By the time her throat was dry, she gratefully accepted the spiritual tea offered by Qing Xun and took a sip. A surge of spiritual energy coursed through her veins, instantly dispelling her fatigue. She looked at the well-behaved Qing Xun and, forcing a gentle smile, asked, “Do you understand?”

Qing Xun bit her lip and answered honestly, “No.”

Que Chenyi: “…” Was it too late to tell the East Abode Master that she didn’t want this assistant?

After a moment of silent standoff with Qing Xun, the cold voice of a puppet servant rang out from outside the side hall.

Que Chenyi had a feeling it wasn’t good news. She wearily allowed the puppet servant to enter, but instead of a mountain of documents, it carried a tray piled high with spiritual fruits, their vibrant energy almost overflowing.

“These are from Dong’e Mountain,” the puppet servant reported mechanically.

Que Chenyi understood. These were for her little assistant, and she happened to benefit as well.

Seeing the longing in Qing Xun’s eyes, Que Chenyi coughed, trying to maintain her “dignity as a teacher.”

Wasn’t it just taking on a slow-witted disciple? What was the big deal? After sharing the fruits, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you… related to the Ministry Head?” Otherwise, why would she receive such preferential treatment?

Chapter 40

Ming Jian Su wasn’t sleepy, but she wanted to spend a little more time with Feng Chiyue, so she slipped back onto the bed after removing her shoes and socks. She pulled Feng Chiyue into her embrace, her gaze tracing the delicate features of her face, imprinting her image deep within her soul.

She didn’t know when she had raised her hand, but her fingers were already caressing Feng Chiyue’s lips. The sleeping figure, finding it bothersome, opened her lips slightly and nibbled on Ming Jian Su’s index finger. A tingling sensation spread through Ming Jian Su’s body, like countless feathers brushing against her skin.

She lowered her eyelids, intending to withdraw her hand. But before she could move, Feng Chiyue opened her eyes, sleepily. She pushed Ming Jian Su away, her voice laced with annoyance. “Why are you disturbing my sweet dreams?” To prevent further interruptions, she rolled away, putting some distance between them.

The flicker of desire in Ming Jian Su’s heart was extinguished by Feng Chiyue’s blunt rejection. The warmth of her embrace dissipated, and she gazed at Feng Chiyue with a hint of sadness. “Junior Sister?” she said softly.

Feng Chiyue glanced at her and covered her ears with her hands.

Ming Jian Su: “…” All the warmth and affection she had felt shattered. She looked at the “resistant” figure, a wave of displeasure rising within her. She moved closer to Feng Chiyue, intending to complain about her heartlessness, when Feng Chiyue spoke again. “Elder Sister, I’m also tired. Unless you let me lie down…”

Ming Jian Su: “?” It took her a moment to understand what Feng Chiyue was implying. A blush crept up her cheeks.

“Do you think I’m like you?” she muttered to herself, then pulled the lazy Feng Chiyue onto her lap. “The verification of the Feather Clan population is complete, and the qualifications of all officials of Feather Clan origin have been reviewed. We need to prepare for the upcoming examination. When do you think would be the most appropriate time, Junior Sister?”

Feng Chiyue’s eyelids fluttered. She pursed her lips and remained silent, then reached out and untied Ming Jian Su’s belt with a swift tug. Ming Jian Su was startled and hurriedly grabbed her hand. Feng Chiyue smiled brightly. “Daylight doesn’t matter,” she said, then cast a spell, shrouding the hall in darkness, as if night had fallen once more. Ming Jian Su understood her intentions. Even though she held the title of Celestial Feather Ministry Head, expecting her to actually work was out of the question.

By the time Ming Jian Su emerged from the Dharma Hall, fully dressed and composed, it was already noon.

Zhu Wan, unsurprised, finished feeding the small birds near the swing before going off to practice her swordsmanship.

Ming Jian Su checked the Chaos Mirror. The sheer number of messages was overwhelming. She saw Feng Yao’s name seal flashing and clicked on it. The message was simple: “I’m sorry.” She had clearly asked the elders after returning to Phoenix Mountain. Ming Jian Su didn’t care what she had learned. As long as she didn’t try to take her junior sister away, it was fine.

“Are you chatting with other Phoenixes again?” After the “phoenix feather” incident, Feng Chiyue was extremely wary of her own kind. Whenever Ming Jian Su interacted with anyone even remotely related to “Phoenixes,” she would frown and sulk.

“No,” Ming Jian Su said quickly. She glanced thoughtfully at a fierce green bird among the flock fighting over food, then nonchalantly looked away. Turning to Feng Chiyue, she smiled. “I’m just reading something funny.”

“What’s so funny?” Feng Chiyue asked, her attention successfully diverted.

“The fire in Danxue Mountain won’t go out. The Vermilion Birds, Bifangs, and others have been forced to relocate.”

Feng Chiyue sighed dramatically. “Seems their pockets are quite deep.”

“It’ll all be yours eventually,” Ming Jian Su said without hesitation. She wasn’t particularly interested in the news of the Vermilion Birds’ relocation. After browsing through the Chaos Mirror, her gaze fell on a new message: “The Emperor’s daughter is visiting the West Sea?” She frowned. The Four Seas Department was also planning reforms similar to those in the Celestial Feather Ministry. Did the Emperor’s daughter’s visit to the West Sea represent the Heavenly Emperor or the Celestial Mother? Was she going to support the reforms or obstruct them before they even began?

“Why not the East Sea?” Feng Chiyue asked, surprised. She had heard from Ying Cunxin that everything was going well. Now that the Emperor’s daughter was visiting the West Sea, did that mean she was abandoning Ying Cunxin and had taken an interest in one of those crooked melons from the West Sea? If that happened, Ying Cunxin, with her admiration for strength and nothing better to do, might set her sights on her Elder Sister.

In the Dragon Palace of the West Sea.

Ao Bei, the Dragon King, was also baffled when he heard about the Emperor’s daughter’s visit.

The relationship between the West Sea and the Heavenly Court was neither good nor bad. At least when there were no major incidents, they maintained a peaceful coexistence. The West Sea was nominally affiliated with the Heavenly Court, and they occasionally interacted, but even Star Monarchs rarely visited them on official business, let alone the Emperor’s daughter herself. As for personal connections, he couldn’t think of anyone in the entire West Sea Dragon Palace who was close to her.

Having impulsively decided to visit the West Sea Dragon Palace, Chu Yi was starting to regret it. But thinking of Ying Cunxin’s pale and sickly face, a wave of anger surged within her. Fortunately, she still had some sense left. Upon meeting the Dragon King, she managed to maintain her composure. After exchanging some pleasantries, she casually mentioned Ao Chaofeng, claiming to have heard of his great reputation and expressing a desire to spar with him.

Ao Bei, hearing her words, felt relieved. As long as the Heavenly Court wasn’t planning to interfere with the Four Seas Alliance or the Four Seas Department, everything was fine. He had heard about the Emperor’s daughter’s love for combat and didn’t think too much of it. He simply summoned Ao Chaofeng from the depths of the sea.

Ever since being stripped of his scales by Feng Chiyue and failing to incite the Four Seas to avenge him, Ao Chaofeng had been confined to the depths, living a miserable and sunless existence. Even his Chaos Mirror had been confiscated, supposedly to help him “cultivate his character.” Seeing Chu Yi, he assumed she was here to discuss plans to deal with “Feng Chiyue.” Noticing that there were no other immortals present, he lowered his voice. “Does Your Highness need my assistance in dealing with Feng Chiyue?”

Chu Yi was taken aback, unable to follow his train of thought. After a moment, she looked at him indifferently. “Have you heard that the East Abode Master has returned?”

Ao Chaofeng was stunned, as if struck by lightning. If Ming Jian Su had returned, his plans for revenge were dashed! Desperation appeared on his face, but Chu Yi ignored him. She unsheathed her magic sword, summoning a brilliant beam of sword light. “You can inquire about the events in Dong’e Mountain on the Chaos Mirror later, Fellow Daoist,” she said calmly. “I’m here today to spar with you.”

“As the West Sea Dragon Prince and one of the most outstanding cultivators of your generation, you wouldn’t refuse my invitation, would you?”

Ao Chaofeng wasn’t in the mood to fight. He just wanted to know what had happened recently. But with Chu Yi phrasing it like that, refusing would be a disgrace to the West Sea. He took a deep breath and finally adopted the demeanor befitting a West Sea Dragon Prince. “Let us begin,” he said.

Ao Chaofeng had been defeated by Feng Chiyue, and Chu Yi was confident she could defeat him as well. However, she had learned her lesson from her previous carelessness and underestimation in the Ethereal Spirit Realm. Even with victory in her grasp, she wouldn’t let her guard down. As she unleashed her sword light, her eyes flashed coldly, and her sword radiated a murderous aura.

The sword danced through the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. By the time Ao Chaofeng snapped out of his daze, a wave of sword intent crashed towards him. Caught off guard, his movements became frantic and clumsy. Seeing the ferocity of her attack, his eyelids twitched, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Noticing his seriousness, a cold glint flashed in Chu Yi’s eyes. She unleashed her sword intent, a beam of light several times more powerful than before slicing through the air, shattering his watery defenses. After fighting for about half an hour, Ao Chaofeng could no longer hold on. He leaped back, deflected her sword beam with a clang, and bowed. “I concede!”

Chu Yi looked down at him, concealing her disgust. With such meager skills, he still dared to dream of marrying Ying Cunxin? Without commenting, she sought out the West Sea Dragon King. When he mentioned the spar, she said casually, as if in passing, “The Dragon Prince should focus on cultivating his Dao, not on matters of the heart.”

“Matters of the heart?” Ao Bei thought he had misheard her. He was about to inquire further, but Chu Yi seemed to have lost interest in elaborating. “Farewell,” she said, then left the Dragon Palace. The more Ao Bei thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. When Ao Chaofeng approached, a realization dawned on him. Ao Chaofeng must have been causing trouble with women outside, and the Heavenly Court had been alerted. The Emperor’s daughter’s request for a spar was actually a warning. Furious, he glared at his son and ordered him to be confined, preventing him from causing further trouble.

Chu Yi didn’t care about Ao Chaofeng’s fate. She had recorded their fight and, upon leaving the West Sea, sent the complete footage to Ying Cunxin. She refused to believe that Ying Cunxin would “miss the forest for the trees.” She had solved her worries, so would Ying Cunxin really use her and then discard her? She should at least wait until she figured out the reason for her sudden improvement in cultivation and defeated her once!

In the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Ying Cunxin, having received no further communication from Chu Yi, felt a pang of unease. Had she gone too far? Should she just forget about it? The Heavenly Court wasn’t the only “tree” she could cling to. She almost sent Chu Yi a message, but she restrained herself. After much hesitation and deliberation, she finally made a decision. But just as she was about to suppress her curiosity and admiration for Chu Yi, a new message arrived. It was footage of Ao Chaofeng being brutally defeated. She watched it intently, her previously perfect and flawless face cracking slightly. “You went to the West Sea?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Chu Yi wasn’t one to shy away from taking credit for her actions. Seeing Ying Cunxin’s reply, she smiled. “Yes, for you.”

Ying Cunxin: “…” Just because she had mentioned the possibility of marrying someone from the West Sea? Was the Emperor’s daughter jealous? But they had only met a few times in the Ethereal Spirit Realm. Wasn’t it a bit too early to be head over heels in love? The Emperor’s daughter was destined to become the Heavenly Emperor. Her destined partner would surely be born in the Great Yin Palace. If she pursued a relationship with her, wouldn’t it be awkward in the future? After a moment of internal debate, she replied with a sigh, “Thank you,” then hurriedly deleted the Emperor’s daughter’s name seal.

“No need to thank me,” Chu Yi replied casually. “Let’s have a match in the Ethereal Spirit Realm.” However, the message failed to send. The two characters “Cunxin,” previously linked to her name seal, had vanished from the Chaos Mirror. Chu Yi thought she was hallucinating, but after searching the entire Chaos Mirror, she couldn’t find any trace of Ying Cunxin. Had she really deleted her?! A wave of anger surged through her, her face darkening.

After deleting Chu Yi’s name seal, Ying Cunxin sighed for a while. In many ways, Chu Yi was exactly what she wanted. Giving up on her felt like a wasted opportunity. She lay on her shell bed for a long time, attending to a few urgent matters. By midnight, she had finally regained her energy. She had exchanged name seals with many wandering immortals and officials on the Chaos Mirror, mostly from the Water Tribe, but she didn’t feel like confiding in any of them. After staring blankly into space for a while, she finally found Feng Chiyue’s name seal and clicked on it. She had added her under the pretense of wanting to learn about the Celestial Feather Ministry, but they had never actually discussed it. The most frequent words appearing in their chat history were “Chu Yi.”

“I’m starting to think the Emperor’s daughter is nothing special,” she sent a message to Feng Chiyue, though it was more for herself than anyone else.

Feng Chiyue was still awake. Ming Jian Su was busy preparing for the Celestial Feather Ministry examination, while she nestled in her embrace, watching absurd and fantastical plays on the Chaos Mirror, thoroughly entertained. She would occasionally tug on Ming Jian Su’s sleeve to comment on a scene, while also feeding her pills and pastries. Ming Jian Su had a thousand reasons to be resentful about working through the night, but seeing Feng Chiyue’s happy smile, her frustration gradually dissipated.

After finishing a play, Feng Chiyue finally opened Ying Cunxin’s message. She frowned as she read it, alarm bells ringing in her mind. Instead of replying, she looked up at Ming Jian Su. “Elder Sister, do you like dragons?”

“Hm?” Ming Jian Su lowered her gaze. “True dragons possess innate intelligence and are considered Heavenly Immortals. We can’t eat their meat,” she said gently, trying to reason with her.

Relieved, Feng Chiyue hummed in acknowledgment and went back to fiddling with the Chaos Mirror, continuing her conversation with Ying Cunxin.

“Tell me more.”

Ying Cunxin hadn’t expected a reply. Seeing those two words, her desire to confide surged within her. But what could she say? After a moment, she typed, “The Emperor’s daughter’s cultivation is inferior to the East Abode Master’s.”

Feng Chiyue frowned, a wave of anger rising within her. She almost deleted Ying Cunxin. Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her irritation. “She’s also inferior to the West River Master. Chu Yi said so herself.” Since Chu Yi wasn’t of any value, she would find a new target. She couldn’t let Ying Cunxin set her sights on her Elder Sister! Bai Guchan, the West River Master, was a tiger who had achieved enlightenment. A dragon fighting a tiger sounded quite entertaining. “Elder Sister, do you have any connection with Bai Guchan?” she asked, grabbing Ming Jian Su’s hand.

Ming Jian Su shook her head. “We’re not close.” If her junior sister hadn’t mentioned him, she wouldn’t have even remembered this colleague. He was the epitome of a recluse. Among all the immortals in the Heavenly Court, he was surely the most detached from worldly affairs. “Why are you thinking about the West River Master, Junior Sister?” she asked, more concerned about this sudden interest.

Feng Chiyue had no secrets from Ming Jian Su. She handed her the Chaos Mirror. “Ying Cunxin is tired of the Emperor’s daughter and asked me to find her a new toy.”

Ming Jian Su: “?” She couldn’t see any such intentions in the Dragon Princess’s words. But upon seeing the words “East Abode Master” in their conversation, her self-preservation instincts kicked in. She decided not to speak up for Ying Cunxin. “Fellow Daoist Bai Guchan resides in West River Mountain and rarely interacts with other officials. However, he visits Mount Sumeru on the first and fifteenth of every month,” she said, answering Feng Chiyue’s question.

“Mount Sumeru? Isn’t that where the wandering immortals live?” Feng Chiyue asked curiously.

“It’s the Pure Lotus Immortal’s abode.”

Who was the Pure Lotus Immortal? Feng Chiyue had no recollection, but she didn’t care. She sent a message to Ying Cunxin: “If you want to meet the West River Master, wait for him on the path between West River Mountain and Mount Sumeru on the first or fifteenth of every month.” They weren’t even friends. She had done more than enough. Putting away the Chaos Mirror, she smiled contentedly. “I’m such a good person.”

Ming Jian Su blinked, her conscience conveniently forgotten. “You’re the kindest person in the Immortal Realm, Junior Sister.”

Ying Cunxin, receiving Feng Chiyue’s advice, frowned. She searched her memories for “West River Master” but couldn’t even recall his appearance. Since she had no desire to sleep or cultivate, she decided to gather some information on him. Browsing through the Chaos Mirror, she mostly found legends like “Wandering Immortal Feeds Tiger with His Own Flesh, West River Master Achieves Buddhahood,” but nothing about his appearance. It was as if a veil of mystery shrouded him, piquing her curiosity. Should she go and see him? The fifteenth had already passed. The first was still some time away. She would think about it.

—

The night stretched on endlessly.

Chu Yi challenged over a dozen immortals in the Ethereal Spirit Realm, but the frustration in her heart wouldn’t dissipate.

The Emperor’s daughter had never suffered such humiliation!

Perhaps Ying Cunxin had deleted her accidentally? Or maybe the East Sea Dragon King had restricted her social interactions? Would she come looking for her tomorrow when she realized her name seal was gone? Clinging to these hopes, Chu Yi waited until the next day, but even with countless messages appearing on the Chaos Mirror, there was no sign of Ying Cunxin. She even saw messages left by Ying Cunxin, indicating that she hadn’t abandoned the Chaos Mirror. She was doing this deliberately!

Chu Yi was furious.

However, she didn’t confront Ying Cunxin. Instead, she flew towards Dong’e Mountain. Her opponents in the Ethereal Spirit Realm were too weak. She needed a stronger opponent to vent her pent-up frustration. She had sparred with Ming Yu Heng countless times, and those matches had lost their appeal. Her relationship with Chang Li was terrible. Bai Guchan was impossible to find. That left Ming Jian Su as her only option, and besides, defeating her had always been one of her goals.

Ming Jian Su, who had been working tirelessly through the night, had no desire to deal with Chu Yi.

But she was lazy, her junior sister was even lazier, and Zhu Wan was too timid to handle the Emperor’s daughter. Out of the entire Dong’e Mountain, she was the only one capable of dealing with this! She sat up, grumbling inwardly, but just as she was about to get out of bed, Feng Chiyue wrapped her arms around her waist.

“I’ll handle it. It’ll be quick,” Ming Jian Su said, soothingly.

Feng Chiyue didn’t want Ming Jian Su to meet Chu Yi alone. Chu Yi had always had a tendency to cling to her Elder Sister.

Initially, she had thought that with Chu Yi entangled with Ying Cunxin, Dong’e Mountain would be peaceful. But that useless Chu Yi couldn’t even win over a Dragon Princess and had the audacity to come here looking for trouble.

Ming Jian Su sighed and resigned herself to her fate. She helped Feng Chiyue with her hair and makeup, and by the time they finally emerged, half an hour had passed. Chu Yi had had several cups of tea and some spirit fruits. Her initial anger had subsided. When she heard the sound of bells, she only raised her eyelids slightly, glancing at the inseparable pair. Wouldn’t it be more convenient for Feng Chiyue to transform into a small bird and nestle in Ming Jian Su’s arms?

Ming Jian Su forced a smile. “Apologies for the late welcome, Your Highness.”

Chu Yi frowned, aware that she was an unwelcome guest. But she didn’t leave, remaining seated. “Is the East Abode Master available today?” she asked directly.

“No,” Feng Chiyue replied on Ming Jian Su’s behalf. “The Celestial Feather Ministry is undergoing reforms. Everything needs to be rebuilt from scratch. We’re severely understaffed, and my Elder Sister is burdened with countless trivial matters. She doesn’t have a single moment of free time.”

Chu Yi: “…” What kind of immortal official claimed to be busy but didn’t open their doors until noon?! Instead of arguing with Feng Chiyue, she smiled. “Then is Fellow Daoist Feng available?” She didn’t believe Feng Chiyue would actually handle any Celestial Feather Ministry matters. It was definitely Ming Jian Su doing all the work.

“No, I need to keep an eye on my Elder Sister,” Feng Chiyue replied without hesitation. She disliked Chu Yi and was already annoyed by her presence. After a moment, she asked deliberately, “Why aren’t you with Ying Cunxin?”

Chu Yi: “…” Her anger flared at the mention of that name.

Feigning ignorance of Chu Yi’s displeasure, Feng Chiyue continued, “Ying Cunxin has been inquiring about the West River Master. You’re the Emperor’s daughter. You know all the Heavenly Court officials. Why don’t you enlighten her?”

“The West River Master?” The West Sea and the East Sea were both seas, but West River was a mountain. They were completely unrelated. What did Ying Cunxin want with the West River Master?

“The Dragon Princess has such a wide social circle, making friends wherever she goes. Elder Sister, should I learn from her?” Feng Chiyue said.

Even though she knew Feng Chiyue was deliberately provoking Chu Yi, Ming Jian Su felt a twinge of annoyance. She grabbed Chu Yi’s hand. “You shouldn’t,” she said firmly.

Chu Yi, having regained her composure, agreed. “Exactly!” Shouldn’t Ying Cunxin at least offer an explanation? How could she just unilaterally end their relationship? Was she that heartless? Damn that fickle dragon! Her initial intention to challenge Ming Jian Su had vanished. She couldn’t sit still any longer. “Farewell,” she said, then left in a hurry.

Feng Chiyue watched her leave, a smile on her lips. After a while, she stroked Ming Jian Su’s fingers and said softly, “You’re quite popular in the Heavenly Court, Elder Sister. It seems peace and quiet is a luxury I can’t afford.”

“It’s just the Emperor’s daughter who wants to challenge me,” Ming Jian Su replied.

Feng Chiyue tilted her head and looked at her. “What about Ming Yu Heng?”

Like Ming Jian Su, Ming Yu Heng was a Human Immortal who had ascended from the mortal realm, though a few years later. They had a good relationship, and after becoming the East Abode Master, Ming Jian Su had shown her much kindness. In the past, Ming Yu Heng had frequently visited Dong’e Mountain, but those visits had gradually ceased.

Firstly, she was busy with official duties. Secondly, she had once addressed Ming Jian Su as “Elder Sister” within Feng Chiyue’s earshot. Feng Chiyue hadn’t thrown a tantrum, but she had refused to eat or sleep, sulking in a corner and ignoring everyone. How could Ming Jian Su possibly allow Ming Yu Heng to call her “Elder Sister” after that?

Chapter 39

The immortals of Danxue Mountain were furious.

Yun Ze, Assistant Monarch of the Celestial Pivot Department, was equally frustrated. He had been watching the drama unfold on the Chaos Mirror, clueless that it would involve the Celestial Pivot Department. But with the situation escalating, he had no choice but to come in person. Glancing ahead, he saw the elders of the Vermilion Birds, Bifangs, and other factions, their expressions fierce and hostile, their forces assembled. Some Feather Clan members were attempting to extinguish the fire engulfing Danxue Mountain, but the flames only raged higher, showing no signs of weakening.

It seemed the immortals of Danxue Mountain would have to relocate, Yun Ze concluded.

“What are you two doing here?” he asked politely, forcing a smile despite the angry glares of the Feather Clan, even though he already knew the answer.

Ming Jian Su was about to speak when Feng Chiyue squeezed her finger, silencing her. Feng Chiyue raised an eyebrow and looked ahead with a playful smile. “We’re here to collect the Zhenyu Sword. My Elder Sister spent a fortune to win it at auction.”

A fortune, meaning one Cinnabar Jade? Yun Ze’s eyelids twitched. Glancing at the enraged Feather Clan, he sighed inwardly at Feng Chiyue’s knack for adding fuel to the fire. “Is that so?” he asked the Vermilion Bird Elder.

“Nonsense!” the Vermilion Bird Elder roared, unable to contain his fury. “She destroyed our formation and set fire to Danxue Mountain!”

“I already told you, my Elder Sister is a sword cultivator. She can’t control fire,” Feng Chiyue said with a sigh, her expression pained. “Even when making false accusations, you should at least be somewhat believable. Why not just say I was the one who burned down Danxue Mountain?”

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly, thinking her junior sister’s ability to lie through her teeth had improved. She flicked her hand, and three swords materialized before them, their sharp sword intent devoid of any fiery aura.

Yun Ze also doubted that Ming Jian Su was responsible. Based on her past behavior, if she had been truly displeased with Danxue Mountain, she would have simply cleaved the mountain in two. Why bother setting it on fire? Besides, those raging crimson flames were clearly the same type of fire used by the Feather Clan. He rubbed his forehead, pondering how to smooth things over.

The Vermilion Bird Elder’s gaze fell on Ming Jian Su’s Eternal Sword, its three phoenix feathers shimmering with a beautiful and mysterious light.

Noticing his gaze, Feng Chiyue chuckled. “If you think your sword looks too plain, you can pluck your own feathers to decorate it. Why are you staring at my Elder Sister’s sword? Are you jealous that she has such a generous junior sister?”

Her words immediately connected the phoenix feathers to Feng Chiyue in Yun Ze’s mind. He examined the feathers, but they didn’t seem unusual. He looked at the Vermilion Bird Elder suspiciously. Weren’t they supposed to be investigating the fire in Danxue Mountain? Why were they focused on the East Abode Master’s sword? He cleared his throat. “The flames in Danxue Mountain seem to be caused by a shift in the earth’s energy, an eruption of earth fire, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It’s a curse from our ancestors,” Feng Chiyue interjected, fabricating a convenient lie. “We all know what’s really going on in Danxue Mountain. By denying their past, the Vermilion Birds and Bifangs are essentially denying their own ancestors. This fire is clearly a manifestation of their ancestors’ anger.”

Yun Ze was startled by her words, a flicker of guilt surfacing within him. He had also silently supported that decision back then. After all, the war with the demons had been exhausting and perilous. Exchanging the Phoenix Sovereign for peace between the two realms had seemed like the best solution. Sacrificing one for the sake of everyone’s peace and quiet was a good deal. What was there to hesitate about?

The Vermilion Bird Elder glared at Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue, his voice cold. “Why did you disrupt the earth’s energy in Danxue Mountain, East Abode Master?”

“You overestimate my abilities, Fellow Daoist,” Ming Jian Su replied calmly.

“The Danxue Mountain formation is connected to the earth’s energy. It’s not made of paper,” Feng Chiyue said in support of Ming Jian Su. Seeing the Vermilion Bird Elder’s darkening expression, she added with a sly smile, “If I wanted to enter your Danxue Mountain, why would I need to damage the formation?”

The Vermilion Bird Elder: “…” Not long ago, Feng Chiyue had secretly infiltrated Danxue Mountain and abducted a Vermilion Bird. They had subsequently modified the formation, but it was still based on Danxue Mountain’s natural energy flow. They couldn’t completely rebuild it. Everything they possessed was built upon the foundation of the past.

Feng Chiyue flicked the bell hanging from her waist, its sound clear and melodious. “You claim my Elder Sister damaged the Danxue Mountain formation,” she said, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Do you have any evidence?”

The Vermilion Bird Elder hadn’t witnessed the moment the formation collapsed. He turned to the Swan Goose Elder, whose face was pale, and asked in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist?”

The Swan Goose Elder winced, his eyes bloodshot. He hadn’t seen Ming Jian Su or Feng Chiyue. All he remembered was Eternal Sword hovering in the air. He couldn’t recall what happened next. When he regained his senses, he was already prostrated on the ground, pinned down by an invisible force.

“My Elder Sister knew that the Feather Clan in Danxue Mountain resented the Celestial Feather Ministry, so she thoughtfully avoided them and sent Eternal Sword to retrieve the Zhenyu Sword. But Eternal Sword never returned. Worried that Eternal Sword might also end up at an auction on the Chaos Mirror, my Elder Sister had no choice but to come herself. Who knew that Danxue Mountain…” She paused, replacing her initial accusation with a sigh of lament. “Alas.”

Yun Ze’s ears perked up. Was she implying that the Zhenyu Sword had been stolen? Knowing the Danxue Mountain lineage’s methods, it was highly possible. “It seems this matter is indeed unrelated to Dong’e Mountain,” he declared. Even if Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue were responsible, they had no evidence. What could they do? Ignoring the furious glares of the Vermilion Birds, he continued, “Perhaps you should focus on extinguishing the fire, fellow Daoists?” He glanced at the sky, where numerous magical treasures were flying about, their brilliant lights illuminating the chaotic scene. They were expending a tremendous amount of effort, but it was all for naught.

“Aren’t you afraid of retribution, East Abode Master?” the Vermilion Bird Elder said darkly. He knew he couldn’t count on the Celestial Pivot Department’s support, but with Yun Ze present, he couldn’t confront Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue directly.

If there was such a thing as retribution, why were the Heavenly Emperor and the Danxue Mountain lineage still alive? Ming Jian Su laughed softly. “Those who tried to seek revenge against me are all dead,” she said calmly. She had fought her way through the mortal realm. Did they really think she was a pushover? Her seemingly casual words were laced with a chilling killing intent. Even Yun Ze, standing a few steps away, felt a shiver run down his spine. He discreetly moved closer to his chariot.

“Very well! Very well! Very well!” the Vermilion Bird Elder spat out, then turned and flew towards Danxue Mountain. After erasing all traces of the Phoenix, they had controlled Danxue Mountain for a thousand years. Their treasury and their scriptures were all there. Now that the entire mountain was ablaze, who knew how much would be left? First the humiliation of the single Cinnabar Jade, then this blatant display of force, it seemed Ming Jian Su was determined to make an enemy of them.

“Did you see the Phoenix Sovereign?” he asked the Swan Goose Elder.

The Swan Goose Elder shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, a look of confusion in his eyes. “I think I heard the cry of a Phoenix.” Could it be that the Phoenix Sovereign had truly returned for revenge?

The Vermilion Bird Elder scoffed. “It must have been Ming Jian Su playing tricks. Don’t forget, she has a Phoenix by her side!”

“Even Phoenix Mountain can’t explain Feng Chiyue’s origins. Could it be that—” The Swan Goose Elder stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head. “No, that’s impossible. She valued our ancestral land deeply.”

The Vermilion Bird Elder ignored him, his brow furrowed. “We can’t coexist with Dong’e Mountain. What should we do next? How can we eliminate them?” Killing in the Immortal Realm was too risky. They needed another method. Perhaps they could make that “death” rumor a reality. A dark glint flashed in his eyes.

—

On their way back, Feng Chiyue was still grumbling about the Cinnabar Jade. “One Cinnabar Jade! Such a waste.” Giving it to the Danxue Mountain lineage would have been a waste, and they hadn’t even accepted it. That poor Cinnabar Jade had been crushed into dust in front of everyone. She leaned against Ming Jian Su as they walked, her posture less than graceful. Ming Jian Su sighed and scooped her up into her arms. “I’ll give you a Cinnabar Jade later,” she said soothingly.

Feng Chiyue wrapped her arms around Ming Jian Su’s neck, looked into her warm, bright eyes, and pouted. “No.” After a moment, she added, “What’s yours is mine. There’s no need to transfer it from one hand to the other.”

Ming Jian Su thought about it and agreed. “Then I’ll have Zhu Wan give it to you.”

Feng Chiyue nodded in satisfaction, burying her face in Ming Jian Su’s embrace. “I’m exhausted from moving that spirit stone,” she said dramatically.

“It’s all their fault for being so unreasonable,” Ming Jian Su said, agreeing with her. Couldn’t they just behave themselves? After a moment, something occurred to her. “Oh,” she said, looking at Feng Chiyue, who looked up at her curiously. “Chang Li didn’t show up.”

Danxue Mountain wasn’t far from South Li Mountain. Chang Li might not have cared about the Zhenyu Sword auction, but with Danxue Mountain in ruins, surely she couldn’t remain indifferent? Hadn’t she betrayed the Phoenix Sovereign to gain control of Danxue Mountain and become the ruler of the Feather Clan? Was she deliberately avoiding them, or was she simply not in South Li Mountain? “She’s closest to the Heavenly Emperor,” Ming Jian Su said thoughtfully, a theory forming in her mind.

“Who cares about her?” Feng Chiyue said lazily. She raised her right hand and trailed her fingers down Ming Jian Su’s chin, gently tapping her throat. Ming Jian Su’s thoughts scattered, her eyes darkening. After a moment, she smiled. “You’re right. She doesn’t matter.” Any obstacle would be removed.

Feng Chiyue didn’t pay much attention to her words. She only felt the arm around her waist tighten. She gazed at Ming Jian Su’s delicate neck, mischief sparkling in her eyes. Caressing it with her fingers wasn’t enough. She leaned forward and kissed it lightly. Ming Jian Su shuddered, a blush creeping up her cheeks, a flicker of desire in her eyes. “Junior Sister!” she exclaimed playfully.

Feng Chiyue’s smile deepened. She snuggled against Ming Jian Su’s shoulder. “Be careful, don’t drop me.”

The Cinnabar Jade was temporarily forgotten, but the discussion on the Chaos Mirror continued.

After all, a post titled “Fire Engulfs Danxue Mountain, Legendary Sword Acquired by Dong’e Mountain” had appeared, and every immortal who saw it couldn’t help but click on it, wanting to know if the two events were related. If they were… they would have to carefully review their memories and make sure they hadn’t offended Dong’e Mountain in any way.

— A legendary sword worth only one Cinnabar Jade? Alas…

This sigh echoed the sentiments of many, even Ying Cunxin. But then she corrected herself. It wasn’t just one Cinnabar Jade. It was the East Abode Master herself. She had initially wanted to buy the Zhenyu Sword for Chu Yi, but seeing Ming Jian Su’s bid, she knew it was a situation she couldn’t afford to get involved in and immediately abandoned the idea. However, she didn’t exit the Chaos Mirror to chat with Chu Yi. Instead, she continued to follow the events unfolding in Danxue Mountain and Dong’e Mountain, until the news of the fire broke out.

The Celestial Pivot Department had left a message, stating that the incident was unrelated to Dong’e Mountain and the cause was unknown.

Ying Cunxin didn’t believe it.

Although she had only met them a few times, she was certain that Ming Jian Su, for Feng Chiyue’s sake, was capable of anything.

Facing the entire Danxue Mountain lineage alone… how powerful was she? How much stronger was she than Chu Yi? With these thoughts in mind, she finally opened a chat with Chu Yi. However, she chose not to reveal her face, communicating through text instead.

— If you were to fight the East Abode Master, Your Highness, what are your chances of winning?

Chu Yi, who had been waiting a long time for Ying Cunxin’s reply, fell silent.

Ming Jian Su didn’t bother interacting with her, but that didn’t mean she was afraid or anything. She wasn’t that arrogant. Perhaps an 80/20 split? The thought materialized in her mind, but she didn’t send it. She erased it carefully. Why was Ying Cunxin asking such a question? Could it be that she was no longer interested in fighting her and was looking for a new opponent?

The more Chu Yi thought about it, the more her brow furrowed. She stood up abruptly. “I can’t let this happen,” she muttered to herself. She had seen some rumors about the Dragon Princess recently, claiming that she was drawn to strength and never looked back at the weak. Had she been deemed “weak”? Was that why she was no longer actively seeking her out? The thought infuriated her. She bit her lip, her eyes welling up. Suppressing her rising anger, she pretended not to see Ying Cunxin’s question and replied, “I’ll handle this matter of your father forcing you to marry someone from the West Sea.”

Without waiting for a reply, she put away the Chaos Mirror. Surely this showed her sincerity, right?

Ying Cunxin: “?” How was she planning to handle it?

—

In Phoenix Mountain.

Bright lamps illuminated the hall, casting long shadows on the Phoenix Elder. Seated before her were the elders of the Chongming, Azure Dragon, and other factions, their expressions solemn, their brows furrowed with worry.

They naturally celebrated the misfortune of those traitors.

But that was Danxue Mountain. Their ancestral land, lost for a thousand years, but still holding the accumulated legacy of the Feather Clan, spanning thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

Others might not know, but they had seen it. The flames raging there resembled a catastrophic fire, one that even the Vermilion Birds, with all their power, couldn’t extinguish. Danxue Mountain had become an inferno, destined to burn to ashes. They had hoped countless times that those traitors would vacate Danxue Mountain, but they had never imagined it would end like this, in such a decisive and destructive manner.

Phoenix Mountain was just a temporary residence. Their true home was Danxue Mountain, and now it was gone.

“Did the East Abode Master and Feng Chiyue do this?” a voice asked, filled with a mixture of gratitude for their blood being avenged, as well as a strange resentment and confusion.

“Could it be that our Sovereign has returned?” the Phoenix Elder murmured. She thought of Nirvana, the Phoenix’s Virtuous Sound, the Celestial Feather Career Book… everything pointed towards an unbelievable possibility. Their Sovereign had already returned, but the world had changed. Everything was different now.

“Our Sovereign took revenge on Danxue Mountain? But would she destroy our ancestral land?” The speaker was a young elder from the Mandarin Duck Clan. She hadn’t experienced the Fall of the Phoenix and didn’t know about the events that had been erased from history.

Before the Phoenix Elder could respond, the Azure Dragon Elder chuckled bitterly. “Do you remember Feng Xiu?” The mention of this name darkened the expressions of those who knew, while those who didn’t stared at them with confusion and curiosity. At this point, the Phoenix Elder decided to reveal the hidden truth.

Driven by the Heavenly Emperor’s selfish desires, the war between the immortals and demons had dragged on for fifty years. Although it was but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of time, the immortals, accustomed to a life of comfort and luxury, had grown weary of the constant battles. When Ming Ji offered to exchange the Phoenix Sovereign for peace, many had agreed. But what had truly shaken the Feather Clan was the dissent within their own ranks.

“The Vermilion Birds, Golden Pheasants, Swan Gooses, and Bifangs agreed with the Heavenly Emperor’s plan. And within our Phoenix Mountain…” The Phoenix Elder’s voice trembled, and she paused for a long moment. “There was also disagreement. Not everyone supported the Phoenix Sovereign. They called it ‘righteousness.’ Hesitant and uncertain, we chose a successor, Feng Xiu. We claimed it was just a precaution, in case the worst happened, but in our hearts…”

This was also a betrayal, a painful memory that those who knew tried to bury deep within their hearts. The Phoenix Elder’s voice choked with emotion, and the Azure Dragon Elder continued the story. “Feng Xiu was killed by our Sovereign. Not just Feng Xiu, but many others from the Feather Clan perished by her sword. It was our internal strife that gave the Heavenly Emperor an opportunity. Most of the factions that participated in the war joined forces to suppress our Sovereign, forcing her into the Demon Realm.”

“We weren’t as resolute as the Vermilion Birds. For two hundred years, we lived in a daze, consumed by guilt. When the Suxin Sword Master stormed into the Demon Realm and returned with Ming Ji’s head, our guilt reached its peak. The Demon Realm wasn’t impenetrable. All that talk of ‘righteousness’ was just a facade, a way for the weak and cowardly to justify their pursuit of comfort and pleasure, deceiving themselves and others.”

“The one who committed the greatest sin is still sitting on that throne, enjoying everything bestowed upon him by the Mandate of Heaven. If our Sovereign returns, she might hate us too.”

The betrayal of loved ones was the cruelest and most painful wound.

Silence descended upon the hall, the air heavy.

After a long while, the Phoenix Elder finally spoke. “With the major reforms in the Celestial Feather Ministry, we finally have a path to establish ourselves in the Heavenly Court. How are the younger generations’ studies coming along?”

“Some are complaining. When the Vermilion Birds controlled the Ministry, those factions could easily obtain official positions with a simple request. But now, there’s an impartial examination.”

The Phoenix Elder sighed. The Vermilion Birds, Bifangs, and others were silently falling into depravity. Could Phoenix Mountain avoid the same fate? Envy and resentment were breeding within their ranks. Once they lost their balance, it would damage their cultivation. “Let them stew for a while,” she said.

—

The next day, a Phoenix gracefully descended upon Dong’e Mountain, transforming into a human and landing gracefully. It was Feng Yao, who had received news of the fire in Danxue Mountain. Like the Vermilion Birds, she believed Ming Jian Su and Feng Chiyue were responsible, and her heart was filled with anger. Feng Chiyue had already burned Danxue Mountain once. Wasn’t that enough? Did she need to do it again?

Zhu Wan had woken up early to practice her swordsmanship. She had developed a casual relationship with Feng Yao through the Chaos Mirror and allowed her into the mountain. However, she was stunned by Feng Yao’s barrage of accusations. It took her a while to recover. “The Celestial Pivot Department already said it! The fire in Danxue Mountain has nothing to do with our Dong’e Mountain!”

Feng Yao scoffed. “Do you even believe that yourself?”

Zhu Wan: “…” Alright, she didn’t, but she had to pretend she did in front of outsiders. Just as she was about to respond, a clear voice interrupted them. She hurriedly turned and bowed. “Greetings, Master.”

Ming Jian Su nodded. “Give me a Cinnabar Jade,” she said.

Zhu Wan blinked in confusion, but she obediently produced one and handed it to Ming Jian Su. Ming Jian Su carefully put it away, then said gently, “Go practice your swordsmanship.” After Zhu Wan left, she turned to Feng Yao, whose face was cold. “What brings you to Dong’e Mountain, Fellow Daoist?” she asked calmly.

Feng Yao sensed a coldness and detachment in her words. Ignoring it for now, she frowned. “Where’s Feng Chiyue?”

A flicker of anger and mockery flashed in Ming Jian Su’s eyes. “When I wasn’t here, Phoenix Mountain showed my junior sister much kindness, and I’m eternally grateful. But I’ve returned now. There’s no need for my junior sister to have any further connections with Phoenix Mountain. Please don’t come looking for her again.”

Feng Yao: “…” How could the East Abode Master change her tune so quickly? Was there any real gratitude in those cold words? She suppressed her frustration and met Ming Jian Su’s icy gaze. “I have to ask about the incident in Danxue Mountain.”

The Phoenixes were understandably upset about the destruction of their ancestral land. But what did it have to do with her? Why should she sympathize with them? Ming Jian Su stared at Feng Yao’s accusatory gaze. “Why don’t you ask your own elders?”

Feng Yao’s heart sank. Had the elders been involved as well? What role had they played? Why hadn’t they mentioned a single word about it?

Having delivered her message, Ming Jian Su ignored Feng Yao, who was lost in thought. She returned to the Dharma Hall and, with a flick of her sleeve, closed the doors. As she sat down beside the bed, Feng Chiyue, drowsy, snuggled closer to her. “Who was that?” she murmured.

“Feng Yao,” Ming Jian Su said. “I told her not to come again.” Seeing that Feng Chiyue hadn’t even opened her eyes, she gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and chuckled. “Do I seem like a villain who’s keeping you captive and forbidding you from interacting with your friends and family?” If her junior sister’s memories from before her Nirvana returned, would she blame her?

Feng Chiyue, still sleepy, spoke softly, her voice barely audible.

Ming Jian Su leaned closer to hear her.

“Only you.”

Ming Jian Su’s heart melted at those three simple words. She smiled, her gaze gentle and loving.

In that moment, all her efforts felt worthwhile.

 

Chapter 38p2

In Phoenix Mountain, Feng Yao was also watching.

They weren’t familiar with the Suxin Sword Master, but since she had slain the Demon Lord Ming Ji, she was considered their benefactor, having avenged the Phoenix Sovereign. Thus, they were determined to obtain her sword, the Zhenyu Sword. However, they hadn’t expected Ming Jian Su to intervene. After all, she already had her own magic sword.

“Is it for Feng Chiyue?” a Phoenix whispered.

Feng Yao looked up briefly. “Feng Chiyue has a sword.” She had seen it once, but she hadn’t gotten a clear look. It had seemed like just a flash of red. After a moment, she said, “Since the East Abode Master is interested in bidding, we’ll let her have it.” She couldn’t think of anyone more fitting to wield this sword than Ming Jian Su.

In Danxue Mountain, the Vermilion Bird elders were fuming. “Ming Jian Su again!” They had hoped to use the Zhenyu Sword to lure out those responsible for the incident in Chongxuan Mountain, but now Ming Jian Su was interfering. Didn’t she already have a natal magic sword? A while back, she had even brought back another treasured sword from the battlefield between the immortals and demons. How many swords did she need to be satisfied?

“Elder, no one else is bidding,” one of the officials said, his voice trembling. Who knew the “East Abode Master” was so powerful? One Cinnabar Jade was practically giving the sword away to Ming Jian Su. The losses for their Danxue Mountain lineage were immeasurable. He wanted to instruct their own immortals to raise the price, but it would be easily traced back to them on the Chaos Mirror, damaging their reputation. He had no choice but to abandon the idea.

“If the sword has an owner, would they just watch it fall into Ming Jian Su’s hands?” the Bifang Elder said, clinging to a faint hope.

“What if the owner is connected to Ming Jian Su?” the Vermilion Bird Elder said, his voice as cold as ice, as a terrifying possibility occurred to him.

“If Ming Jian Su knew, Chongxuan Mountain would have already been registered with the Celestial Feather Ministry,” the Swan Goose Elder said, shaking his head, dismissing the Vermilion Bird Elder’s speculation. “Perhaps she’s just trying to appease Feng Chiyue.”

The Vermilion Bird Elder: “…” It was too late for regrets. He massaged his forehead, his voice strained.

“Contact the other Star Monarchs and have them bid. We’ll cover the cost.”

If it hadn’t been for the White Phase Star Monarch’s death, many Star Monarchs would have been happy to do them a favor.

But now, self-preservation was more important than connections. Those who hadn’t offended Dong’e Mountain wanted no part in this mess. They were secretly relieved that they hadn’t taken advantage of Ming Jian Su’s supposed death. Who knew the “dead” could suddenly come back to life? And she had become so fierce and ruthless, showing no mercy.

After a quarter of an hour, a name seal bearing the inscription “Beichen” lit up, followed by a message: “Are we just going to wait until the end of time?”

The Danxue Mountain lineage had managed to persuade a Star Monarch, but he immediately backed out after seeing the two characters “Beichen.”

Beichen Lord Ming Yu Heng also supported Dong’e Mountain. They were both Human Immortals who had ascended from the mortal realm and shared a similar temperament. The pressure from Ming Jian Su alone was already overwhelming. Adding Ming Yu Heng to the mix would be a death sentence.

The Zhenyu Sword auction was eerily quiet. Despite the large crowd watching, no one dared to raise the bid.

The single Cinnabar Jade remained, a symbolic slap in the face of the Danxue Mountain lineage.

Feng Chiyue, draped over Ming Jian Su’s body, started complaining again. “It’s been so long. Danxue Mountain is still silent. They’re deliberately withholding our sword.” Ming Jian Su looked down at her. Even if she suggested storming Danxue Mountain, she wouldn’t be surprised. “Just wait a little longer,” she said.

Feng Chiyue hummed lazily and yawned. Ming Jian Su ignored the commotion on the Chaos Mirror, her finger gently wiping a tear from Feng Chiyue’s eye.

The atmosphere on the Chaos Mirror grew increasingly tense. Even some wandering immortals were starting to question the situation.

The Danxue Mountain lineage was getting desperate. Finally, after a series of setbacks, good news arrived. The Vermilion Bird who received the message was practically in tears.

“We found someone! Yu Gao Star Monarch is willing to bid for us. But we need to send him some Cinnabar Jade first.”

This Yu Gao Star Monarch was less than a thousand years old, a Heavenly Immortal by birth, with unknown parentage.

One day, the Heavenly Emperor had suddenly bestowed upon him the title of Star Monarch. No one had paid much attention to it, as he held no official position and posed no threat to anyone’s interests. It wasn’t until he offended the disciple of another Star Monarch and the Heavenly Emperor sided with him that people started speculating about his background, suspecting him to be the Heavenly Emperor’s illegitimate son. Perhaps having learned his lesson, he had become extremely cautious and maintained a low profile.

“Send him—” Before he could finish his sentence, the Zhenyu Sword, sealed within the casket, let out a piercing hum. A powerful sword intent erupted, shaking the mountain, sending rocks and debris tumbling down. The elders present didn’t have time to react. Their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly cast restraining spells on the sword. How could an unclaimed sword possess such a fierce sword intent?

“Could it be that the sword’s owner has appeared?” The commotion alarmed the various factions in Danxue Mountain.

“Go and investigate!” The Swan Goose Elder, after receiving a nod from the Vermilion Bird Elder, transformed into a white streak of lightning and shot out of the mountain. But what he saw wasn’t a bold and reckless immortal. It was a sword, its entire body radiating a faint red light. Its sword intent was sharp and menacing, but what truly terrified him were the three phoenix feathers hanging from its tassel. His mind reeled, and he saw a vision of a magnificent Phoenix. His body, almost involuntarily, fell to its knees, his forehead pressed against the ground.

One, two… countless figures emerged from Danxue Mountain, all bowing before the resounding cry of the Phoenix. The formations that had been modified throughout the mountain crumbled instantly. The fire that had been suppressed within the mountain was unleashed, engulfing the sky in a crimson blaze.

In the territories of the Vermilion Birds, Swan Gooses, Bifangs, and other powerful factions, cracks appeared on the murals that had been recently carved, spreading like spiderwebs. The history they had rewritten, their source of pride, shattered in an instant. The only sound that filled Danxue Mountain was the sound of terrified screams.

“The Phoenix Sovereign! The Phoenix Sovereign has returned for revenge!”

The Vermilion Bird Elder’s ears were filled with a cacophony of voices. He was struggling to suppress the Zhenyu Sword when a sharp cry pierced through the chaos, his magic power faltering, his body stiffening. Seizing the opportunity, the Zhenyu Sword let out a high-pitched cry. Its surging sword intent shattered the restraining talismans, and it shot out of Danxue Mountain, joining Eternal Sword in the sky.

Ming Jian Su was still waiting in Dong’e Mountain for Eternal Sword to bring back the Zhenyu Sword when she suddenly frowned. “Eternal Sword has lost control.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Feng Chiyue said, a playful smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Ming Jian Su knew she wanted to see the commotion. “Let’s go,” she said, wrapping her arms around Feng Chiyue’s waist and flying towards Danxue Mountain, south of Kunlun.

When they arrived, a raging inferno enveloped the entire mountain, resembling a giant ball of fire.

Eternal Sword and Zhenyu Sword, transformed into two beams of light, danced around Ming Jian Su, as if stars had descended from the heavens.

“What is the meaning of this, East Abode Master?” the Vermilion Bird Elder roared, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Ming Jian Su.

“Oh,” Ming Jian Su said casually, “I won the Zhenyu Sword at auction, so I came to collect it personally. No need to see me off.” She took out a single Cinnabar Jade and flicked it towards the Vermilion Bird Elder. However, before it could reach him, the surging magical energy crushed it into dust.

The fire in Danxue Mountain showed no signs of subsiding. The Vermilion Birds, Bifangs, and other factions would be forced to relocate.

This was truly an entertaining spectacle.

Ming Jian Su smiled faintly and turned to leave.

The Vermilion Bird Elder, enraged, refused to let them go. He channeled his magic power and shouted, “Stop!”

Seeing that Ming Jian Su had paused, he continued, “You destroyed our Danxue Mountain. Do you think you can just walk away?”

Ming Jian Su raised an eyebrow, her eyes flashing with killing intent.

Feng Chiyue looked at the Vermilion Bird Elder with a playful smile. “Are you blaming my Elder Sister for setting fire to your own mountain? My Elder Sister is a sword cultivator. You’re truly shameless. Oh dear, could it be that you’ve committed too many evil deeds and incurred Heaven’s wrath?”

The Vermilion Bird Elder didn’t believe in Heaven’s wrath.

The cry of a Phoenix—it wasn’t Ming Jian Su. That meant it was Feng Chiyue! A Phoenix who had mastered the “Virtuous Sound”!

Blind with fury, the Vermilion Bird Elder summoned his magic sword. “Do you think there’s no one left in Danxue Mountain who can stand up to you?” he roared. As he spoke, the Swan Gooses, Bifangs, and other factions, having recovered from their shock, gathered behind him, their eyes filled with killing intent.

The atmosphere crackled with tension, the situation about to explode.

Just then, amidst the rumbling thunder, four black dragons pulling a chariot made of lightning emerged from the clouds.

The chariot came to a halt, and Yun Ze, Assistant Monarch of the Celestial Pivot Department, stepped out. “Stop!” he commanded.

“There’s a fire in Danxue Mountain,” Feng Chiyue said with a smile. She glanced at Yun Ze, then turned to the Vermilion Bird Elder, raising an eyebrow. “The Vermilion Birds have requested the Celestial Pivot Department’s assistance in investigating the cause of the fire. I’ve already reported it for them. No need to thank me.”

Chapter 38p1

Anger simmered within her. Tushan Xiu Rong punched the air in frustration. Her Elder Sister was going to get her killed! Sensing her mood, the ink-black characters on the Chaos Mirror twisted, attempting to rearrange themselves. For a moment, Tushan Xiu Rong thought she might see an apology, but the final message that appeared was “hee hee.” Her vision darkened, and she was overwhelmed by the urge to sever all ties with her Elder Sister. But then she remembered her “mission.” The East Abode Master had shown some interest in that phoenix feather and wanted her to investigate its origins.

“Is the Phoenix Sovereign there?” she asked, a flicker of curiosity stirring within her. She vaguely remembered the Qingqiu Kingdom ruler inquiring about it a few times, but Tushan Liusu’s words were rarely trustworthy. Was she destined to remain in the dark as well? The thought filled her with despair.

“No. If… Ming Jian Su wants to know something, tell her to ask me herself,” Tushan Liusu replied, her voice laced with a lazy amusement.

Tushan Xiu Rong frowned but didn’t say anything further. She put away the Chaos Mirror, deciding to return to the Qingqiu Kingdom first. The sword intent embedded in her body was too dangerous. She didn’t want to die.

In Dong’e Mountain.

Feng Chiyue sat on Ming Jian Su’s lap, one arm wrapped around her neck, studying her expression intently. She frowned slightly, nibbling on her lower lip, her gaze unreadable.

Ming Jian Su tensed under her scrutiny, wondering if she had said something wrong. Just as she was about to speak, Feng Chiyue raised her finger and pressed it against her lips. Ming Jian Su lowered her eyelashes, her eyes darkening. She parted her lips slightly, her tongue darting out to touch Feng Chiyue’s finger.

Feng Chiyue’s eyelids twitched as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly withdrew her hand and glared at Ming Jian Su. “What are you doing?!” she exclaimed softly. Ming Jian Su blinked in confusion, unable to decipher Feng Chiyue’s sudden change in attitude.

Without dwelling on it further, Feng Chiyue voiced her concerns. “Do you suspect that I’m the Phoenix Sovereign?”

Ming Jian Su sighed softly. Had her junior sister finally figured it out? “Yes,” she said, nodding.

Feng Chiyue didn’t care about her memories from before her Nirvana. Her expression was partially hidden in the shadows. “Once you figure it out, are you planning to send me back to Phoenix Mountain?” She had always been aware of Ming Jian Su’s actions, but she had chosen not to overthink them. Now, this realization ignited a fire within her. If Ming Jian Su answered “yes,” she would—

Ming Jian Su, seemingly oblivious to Feng Chiyue’s darkening mood, reached out and intertwined her fingers with Feng Chiyue’s.

“That’s impossible,” she said firmly.

She had sent her junior sister back to Phoenix Mountain once before, but what had happened? Those in Phoenix Mountain hadn’t taken proper care of her! There was no one in the entire Immortal Realm she could trust! If her junior sister was truly the Phoenix Sovereign, sending her back to Phoenix Mountain was out of the question.

What had happened back then was a result of the Heavenly Emperor’s deceit, the betrayal of the Vermilion Birds and other immortals, but also the incompetence of those in Phoenix Mountain! The Suxin Sword Master had single-handedly stormed into the Demon Abyss and returned with the Demon Lord’s head. Couldn’t the entire Immortal Realm, with their combined strength, have achieved the same? Sending her junior sister back to become the Phoenix Sovereign again, was it just to set her up for another sacrifice?

Ming Jian Su, usually indifferent to the past, felt a surge of anger as she thought about everything that had happened to Feng Chiyue. With a flick of her sleeve, she summoned a jade slip, which landed on the table. She looked at Feng Chiyue seriously. “Junior Sister, take a look. Who else is missing from this list?”

Ming Jian Su’s words soothed Feng Chiyue’s anger, and a lazy, careless smile returned to her lips. Following Ming Jian Su’s instructions, she channeled her consciousness into the jade slip and saw… a very long list. Jing De Immortal Monarch, the Morning Sun Assembly with a cross marked beside it, the entire Danxue Mountain lineage, even Phoenix Mountain itself. Amidst the long list of names, the most striking were the two characters “Tian Yuan.” “What is this?” she asked with a playful smile, already knowing the answer.

Ming Jian Su gritted her teeth. “A soul-searching list.”

Feng Chiyue giggled. “He possesses the Mandate of Heaven. Will it work?” She trailed her fingers through her silky black hair, then gently caressed the warm skin of Ming Jian Su’s neck. A shiver ran through Ming Jian Su, her thoughts involuntarily following Feng Chiyue’s touch. Fortunately, she managed to maintain her composure. Instead of stopping Feng Chiyue’s wandering hand, she said seriously, “The Mandate of Heaven can shift.”

The one sitting on that throne possessed the Mandate of Heaven and should embody great virtue, wielding unparalleled authority over all immortals. But looking at the current state of the Immortal Realm, the Four Seas, Qingqiu, and the various wandering immortals were all independent, not necessarily obedient to the Heavenly Court. This indicated that the power of the Mandate of Heaven had been significantly weakened. Her junior sister, through unintentional actions, had triggered a series of changes in the Celestial Feather Ministry, which were essentially eroding the Heavenly Emperor’s power. Ming Jian Su didn’t explain everything to Feng Chiyue. The process wasn’t important. Her junior sister’s enemies were her enemies, and they all deserved to die.

“Elder Sister, you have such a strong urge to kill,” Feng Chiyue whispered, leaning against Ming Jian Su and nibbling on her earlobe. Her eyes were hazy, like a mist-shrouded river. Unimportant matters only lingered in her mind for a fleeting moment before her attention returned to Ming Jian Su. “What was your life like in the mortal realm?”

Ming Jian Su had mentioned her life in the mortal realm a few times, but it was always in passing, and she wasn’t even sure if Feng Chiyue had been listening. This was the first time she had asked directly. “Are you finally interested in my past, Junior Sister?” she asked softly. She tightened her grip on Feng Chiyue’s waist and cleared her throat. “It was boring. Nothing worth mentioning.”

“Then don’t tell me,” Feng Chiyue said without hesitation.

Ming Jian Su: “…” She had just wanted to tease her a little. Seeing Feng Chiyue’s indifference, she decided to take the initiative. “Junior Sister, in the mortal realm, I—” But Feng Chiyue was no longer interested in listening to boring stories. She stared intently at Ming Jian Su’s moving lips, not hearing a word. Her eyes glistened, and she eagerly pressed her lips against Ming Jian Su’s. As she lost herself in the kiss, she vaguely heard a faint sigh.

—

The Chaos Mirror was never short of excitement, from trivial matters like someone losing a hundred matches in a row in the Ethereal Spirit Realm to major events like the Celestial Feather Ministry’s forceful reforms and the Danxue Mountain lineage’s crushing defeats. But the death of a Star Monarch after signing a Death Duel invitation was a rare occurrence.

The immortals on the Chaos Mirror were abuzz with opinions, as if not commenting on it made one a hopelessly outdated bumpkin. The frenzy continued until the day of the Zhenyu Sword auction, when the topic finally shifted.

Who wouldn’t want a legendary sword associated with the Suxin Sword Master?

Even Ying Cunxin, in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, was watching with interest. Recently, she had been following Feng Chiyue’s instructions, treating Chu Yi with a playful indifference, which had proven to be quite effective. She remembered that Chu Yi also used a sword. Perhaps she could buy the Zhenyu Sword and give it to her as a gift? After all, given their current relationship, gift-giving was a perfectly normal activity.

However, based on her observations, many immortals had expressed interest in the Zhenyu Sword on the Chaos Mirror, some of them disciples of Star Monarchs or even Star Monarchs themselves. They were surely quite wealthy. How much Cinnabar Jade would she need to secure the sword? Well, she could always discreetly raid the Dragon King’s treasury.

Ying Cunxin patiently waited for the Zhenyu Sword auction, ignoring Chu Yi’s invitations to battle in the Ethereal Spirit Realm.

After her defeats, Chu Yi had become extremely diligent, putting her, a lazy person who only practiced occasionally, to shame. She feared that if they fought too many times, she would eventually slip up. If Chu Yi walked away, wouldn’t all her efforts be wasted? But the Chaos Mirror kept buzzing with notifications.

The usually self-absorbed Emperor’s daughter hadn’t considered that her actions might be considered a nuisance to others. Ying Cunxin frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

She picked up a handful of pearls from her shell bed, crushed them into a fine powder with her magic power, and patted it onto her face, instantly making herself appear pale and sickly. Still not satisfied, she thought for a moment, then forced herself to appear weak and frail before accepting Chu Yi’s invitation and projecting her consciousness into the Chaos Mirror.

In Qingjun Palace.

Seeing Ying Cunxin’s name seal flashing brightly, Chu Yi’s heart leaped with joy. Without even looking, she accepted the invitation and connected with Ying Cunxin’s consciousness. However, the sight that greeted her—a pale, sickly face framed by messy hair—startled her. She leaned back involuntarily, her back hitting the wall before she finally recovered, frowning. “What’s wrong?” You look like you’re at death’s door. She swallowed the last part of her sentence.

Ying Cunxin’s face was etched with worry. “My father wants me to marry someone from the West Sea,” she said. It wasn’t a complete lie. After all, it had happened recently.

“The West Sea? Ao Chaofeng?” Chu Yi still remembered that pathetic dragon who had been beaten black and blue by Feng Chiyue. She looked at Ying Cunxin sympathetically. “I heard that marriage alliances within the Four Seas Alliance are inevitable. If you can’t avoid it, why not choose someone handsome from the South Sea or the North Sea?”

The pearl powder in her hand crumbled into dust. Ying Cunxin’s expression remained troubled. “My heart is heavy, and my energy flow is blocked,” she said softly. “I won’t be able to fight you in the Ethereal Spirit Realm anymore. I fear it might damage my foundation.”

She hadn’t even won yet! How could she give up on the Ethereal Spirit Realm? Chu Yi’s eyes widened. “This is not the time to worry about marriage!” she exclaimed. “I think the Four Seas lack basic decency. You should take lessons from Feng Chiyue!”

Ying Cunxin lowered her head, hiding the smile that tugged at her lips. She sighed softly, leaving Chu Yi with an impression of melancholy and despair, before withdrawing her consciousness from the Chaos Mirror.

Once she was back in her own palace, her gloomy demeanor vanished. Ignoring Chu Yi’s messages, she focused her attention on the events unfolding in Danxue Mountain. When the image of the Zhenyu Sword appeared on the Chaos Mirror, she held her breath. This sword, with its legendary ability to “slay demons,” was surely priceless. There was no need to participate in the initial bidding.

Many shared Ying Cunxin’s thoughts, but even if they didn’t bid, there were others who did.

For instance, in Dong’e Mountain, Ming Jian Su, using Dong’e Mountain’s name, boldly bid one Cinnabar Jade.

Feng Chiyue was still sulking over this single Cinnabar Jade. After all, in her mind, the Zhenyu Sword already belonged to them. It took Ming Jian Su a while to appease her, promising to “borrow” a Cinnabar Jade from Danxue Mountain later, before she finally cheered up.

The immortals watching on the Chaos Mirror were stunned.

“One Cinnabar Jade?”

They blinked in disbelief, wondering if they had misread the unit.

Could there be a missing “thousand” at the end? But even after exiting and re-entering the Chaos Mirror several times, it was still “one.”

Was there anything in the Immortal Realm worth only one Cinnabar Jade? Even an ordinary bowl cost three hundred. Had Dong’e Mountain fallen on such hard times? Unlikely. Just a while ago, they had seen immortals delivering treasures to Dong’e Mountain. A single silverfish from there was worth a fortune.

The East Abode Master was clearly trying to sabotage the auction, deliberately humiliating the Danxue Mountain lineage.

If they participated, wouldn’t they be dragged into the conflict between Dong’e Mountain and Danxue Mountain? Weighing their options, many immortals immediately abandoned the idea of bidding on the Zhenyu Sword. After all, they already had their own weapons. This sword was unnecessary.

Some were still reluctant to give up, but upon seeing the comment “The White Phase Star Monarch’s seven-day memorial hasn’t even passed yet,” they were struck by a wave of fear. The East Abode Master was capable of silencing anyone! They couldn’t afford to offend her.