Chapter 423: Yao Feng's Visit

"Yao Feng?"

Lin Chuan was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected that elder of the Yao Yan Sect had actually come.

Want to ask about the death of Wushan Tonglao Wu Zhaor?

When a guest arrives, one must receive them, of course.

Lin Chuan went to the outer hall and saw Yao Feng, clad in a fiery red Dao robe, sitting there with a solemn expression.

Upon seeing Lin Chuan arrive, Yao Feng rose and, surprisingly, first clasped his hands in greeting.

"Daoist Friend, long time no see."

His demeanor was considerably more courteous than when they first met.

"Elder Yao Feng, please sit."

Lin Chuan smiled, brewed a cup of tea for him, and asked, "Elder Yao Feng, you have come— is it about Wu Zhaor's matter?"

"Hmm."

Yao Feng nodded.

Lin Chuan said lightly, "Are you aware of the rules of my Myriad Symbol Pavilion, Elder Yao Feng?"

"I know."

Yao Feng's expression turned uneasy, "Could the Pavilion Master make an exception? Apart from the soul, I can pay any price."

"Rules cannot be broken."

Lin Chuan shook his head, "This is the foundation of my Myriad Symbol Pavilion."

Yao Feng's face grew heavy, unable to understand, "Just naming the murderer, without the Pavilion Master intervening, offering anything— none of that is allowed?"

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

"If the Pavilion Master tells me today, how would anyone else know?"

He truly could not comprehend.

Why does the Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion, who clearly knows the murderer's name, refuse to speak?

Could the one who killed Wu Zhaor be connected to Lin Chuan?

Only then would Lin Chuan offer endless protection?

If he had his former temper, he would have acted long ago, forced the question; within the Yao Yan Sect, who would dare to provoke him like this?

But he restrained himself.

Before coming to the Myriad Symbol Pavilion, he had already heard many rumors.

Lin Chuan may appear to be merely in the Legend Realm, yet he is an invincible legend, even daring to clash head‑on with the super‑power Xuanyuan Family,

ultimately forcing the Xuanyuan Family to yield.

Because behind Lin Chuan stands a colossal entity like the Purple Star Emperor Sect.

Before the Purple Star Emperor Sect, the Yao Yan Sect can never take the stage; even at its peak, when it stood shoulder‑to‑shoulder with super powers, it could not match the Purple Star Emperor Sect.

Force Lin Chuan to speak?

That is even more impossible.

Yao Feng's expression turned bitter; he could only plead, "Pavilion Master, please make an exception. My heart knot remains unresolved, I failed Wu Zhaor; in this life I can hardly make any progress."

"Rules are rules."

Lin Chuan was unmoved.

Yao Feng said, "I truly cannot die; I still have a wife at home. I have already failed Wu Zhaor; I cannot fail her again."

"Is that so?"

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow.

According to the memory he saw in Wu Zhaor's soul, Yao Feng eventually married a junior sister from the same sect.

Come to think of it, she is the most pitiful.

She thought she married her beloved senior brother, but in the end his heart buried a grave; no matter what the junior sister does, Yao Feng's true concern remains Wu Zhaor.

Marrying the junior sister is merely a forced compromise in Yao Feng's reality.

Wu Zhaor is the irreplaceable white moonlight.

And as the two part with regret, the white moonlight, burdened with sorrow, amplifies its destructive power to infinity.

The dead white moonlight is an unsolvable existence.

From Yao Feng's desperate pleading, one can see that everything the junior sister offers cannot outweigh a single sentence from Wu Zhaor.

This…

Perhaps it is also one of the many faces of sentient beings.

Just as Lin Chuan was thinking, another figure appeared outside the Myriad Symbol Pavilion.

Yao Feng also sensed it, and both turned their gazes at the same time.

She wore a white palace dress, walked into the hall, her sleeves fluttering as if a gentle breeze brushed her. The snow‑like garment shimmered with a soft luster, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

The woman's looks were not strikingly beautiful, yet she exuded great elegance, her hair tied high in a bun.

Her eyes, like two deep lakes, were filled with sorrow, as if harboring endless thoughts. Within them, rippling light reflected specks of tears, flashing like brilliant stars flickering in the night sky.

"Jingyi."

Yao Feng's expression was complex, seeming both annoyed and regretful, wanting to speak yet holding back.

The woman's vermilion lips were tightly pressed, showing no hint of color, like wilted petals, pale and lifeless.

She stepped to the pavilion doorway, no longer moving forward, only tears streaming uncontrollably.

A mournful aura spread through the air, evoking pity; Liu Jingyi stood there silently, like a sorrow‑shrouded immortal, lonely and tragic.

She said nothing.

He then interpreted a heart‑breaking story on his own.

"Jingyi, I…"

Yao Feng stood up, at a loss for what to do.

The illustrious Great Being of the Void‑God Realm, at this moment, resembled a child caught after doing something wrong—full of explanations yet so nervous that not a single word could be spoken.

He also knew.

Any excuse, before those tears, was far too pale and feeble.

"Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion, may I ask you to handle something?"

The beautiful lady trembled as she spoke, her tear‑filled eyes fixed on Lin Chuan, no longer glancing at Yao Feng.

"Jingyi! Stop fooling around!"

Yao Feng snapped, "Whatever it is, we'll discuss it at home."

Liu Jingyi, as if she hadn't heard, continued to stare at Lin Chuan, "Lord, business comes to the door; does Myriad Symbol Pavilion accept or decline?"

"Naturally."

Lin Chuan nodded.

My Myriad Symbol Pavilion receives every heart‑broken person.

"Jingyi! What are you messing with? Come, let's go home!"

Yao Feng tried to take Liu Jingyi's hand, but she directly evaded, finally responding, "Who told you to fool around?"

"You can come; on what grounds can't I?"

"What am I to you? And what are you to me?"

Liu Jingyi's heart had long turned to ash.

Yao Feng snapped, "Do you know the rules of Myriad Symbol Pavilion? What could be worth you gambling with your life?"

"Heh."

Liu Jingyi sneered, "Since you know the rules and still came, doesn't that prove that, in your eyes, something is more valuable than life?"

It's so precious that our millennia‑long companionship means nothing before her.

It's so precious that all the countless days and nights we've spent together cannot match a single word of hers.

"Now, do you think you still have the right to control me?"

"Do you think I'm still that foolish, silly junior sister?"

Liu Jingyi's repeated questions struck Yao Feng like lightning; he could not refute a single word.

"To tell you the truth, I've been watching Wu Zhaor, and since her fall, your condition has changed entirely."

"I thought I could make you change your heart and completely forget her."

"Now it seems I was overthinking; all these years of sincere feelings misplaced on you are better fed to a dog."

Having said that, Liu Jingyi looked at Lin Chuan again.

"Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion, regarding this business of mine, do you accept or decline?"

"You dare!" Yao Feng snapped, "Lord of Myriad Symbol Pavilion, if you dare to agree, I, Yao Feng, will be locked in an endless battle with you for this life!"

"Accept."

Lin Chuan smiled, "Madam, what wish do you have? Speak it, and I shall certainly fulfill it for you."