Chapter 80: The Mysterious Goddess of the Red Sky (1)

Yu Zheng left the song house, walked through several streets alone, lowered his head and entered a shop, and came out from the back door after a while. He had already changed into ordinary Chu clothes. He paid attention to check that no one was following him, so he did not stop for a moment and went straight out of the city.

The sky seemed to have the intention of rain, and clouds gradually accumulated. Not long after, raindrops fell in the wind, causing the branches and leaves of the Shanyin Ancient Road to fly, and soon they connected into a dense curtain of rain between heaven and earth.

Before the rain became heavy, Yu Zheng had already taken refuge in a shrine. He stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back, watching the sudden heavy rain, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were thinking about something, and as if he were waiting for something. The shrine behind him was built by people to commemorate the Nether Mysterious Goddess who sacrificed herself for the human world. It had deep halls and precious domes, heavy halls and secluded temples, added with the unique, agile, and gorgeous style of the Chu people, as if immortal and illusory, appearing in the layers of rain mist, like a strange realm in the heavenly world.

The shrine was empty and quiet, with light smoke curling everywhere, outlining the ethereal and indescribable outline of the Holy Goddess statue in the center. In the dark, a cold and enchanting back figure had already displayed the charm of heaven and earth and the human world.

In the highest and deepest place, the golden dome was painted with the phenomena of the three worlds: on one side was the Shura battlefield, the blood sun had no light, the mysterious banners danced and surged, red clouds flew around the thunder chariot, and beneath it were divine beasts such as the Ying Dragon, White Chi, Teng Snake, and Golden Bird, all riding the clouds and mist, with underworld soldiers and divine generals surging like a tide, directly showing the great battle that overturned the three worlds; on the other side was the wonderful dance of secluded splendor, the jade zither's immortal sound turning into a calamity, the thirty-three layers of clouds and heavens shining with ten thousand paths of golden light, the bright moon and scorching sun, jade waterfalls and green mist, jade palaces and immortal halls, green seas and spiritual mountains... the boundless beauty of the three worlds emerged from a clear and flying soul, finally becoming the auspicious clouds and peace of the Nine Domains and the human world.

The shrine of the Mysterious Goddess of the Red Sky and Clear Source had been worshipped by the Nine Tribes of the Yong Dynasty with war for eight hundred years. Whenever the country encountered military affairs, they would offer spiritual stones, blood sacrifices, and summon the Nine Gods, notifying and sacrificing to the heavenly soul of the Mysterious Goddess before moving troops; and every Mysterious Origin Night, all women in the world would enter the shrine to pray for the cycle of life and death, the flow of dust, and there was even a custom of releasing flames into the rivers and seas, wishing for a thousand lives.

As if he had stood for a long time, Yu Zheng turned his head to look at the colorful murals. Under the flying smoke, it was almost like a real scene. He only felt that the woman in the depths of the netherworld was enchanting and fierce in battle, and graceful in dance. He wondered what kind of man the White Emperor was, and what kind of demeanor he had, that made this unparalleled beauty of the three worlds bow her head, and the blood feud that had confronted each other for thousands of years was turned into dust strings under his fingers, talking and laughing until the end of love.

Yu Zheng's low sigh did not come out, when suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in the corner of his eye, and he turned around.

The rain fell like smoke before the steps, and the woman's long black clothes fluttering in the rain were also like smoke and clouds. Not knowing where she came from, not knowing when she appeared before his eyes, she stepped on the water light and stars and walked up, step by step, graceful and charming, with charm born from the dust.

The light gauze hid her jade face in the blur, but added a few points of mysterious beauty, making people have infinite reverie in their hearts, only feeling that the rainy night hid a beautiful dream, full of endless and boundless temptation. Yu Zheng's brows twisted slightly. The vigilance of serving in the forbidden palace for many years and the keen intuition of a martial artist made him feel like a thorn in his back when facing this mysterious beauty. It was also at this time that the woman in black stepped onto the last cloud step, passed by him, and suddenly stopped charmingly, turning her head to look at him.

Beneath the thin gauze, her wonderful eyes flowed like waves, and her red lips were like cinnabar, slightly opening. The voice was as soft and charming as the smoke and clouds, "Commander Yu, traveling thousands of miles to enter Chu, has the journey been hard?"

Such a wonderful voice, such style, such lingering concern, like a lover's hands, gentle and charming. Yu Zheng's expression suddenly became sharp, his eyes like knives, sweeping straight toward the face hidden behind the thin mist—

She actually called out his identity in the Chu Guo and found the place where he had an appointment with someone. Beneath this veil, what kind of face was it?

The woman stepped forward gracefully, only half an arm's length away from him, the thin gauze rippling, her breath like orchids, "What are you thinking about?" Without waiting for his answer, she said charmingly, "What a confused person. Didn't His Highness the Crown Prince tell you that someone is waiting for you in the Chu Guo? Or... Commander, are you waiting for someone else?"

A corner of the light gauze was lifted by her enchanting fingertips, and the beauty inside did not disappoint. Just those beautiful eyes had a soul-hooking taste, making people feel moved and fascinated at first sight. Yu Zheng seemed to have relaxed his vigilance and smiled, "Yu just didn't expect that the person waiting would be such a character."

The woman turned her eyes and smiled, "Commander really knows how to talk." Her jade hand rested lightly on his arm, as if she could not bear the slanting wind and dense rain, and her eyes drifted toward the quiet shrine.

Yu Zheng naturally understood and carried the beauty to move. It was only a few steps from the steps to the hall, but the two seemed to walk extremely slowly, and also seemed to lean closer and closer. Seen from behind, it was an intimate closeness like glue and lacquer.

When they stepped into the hall door, the two suddenly paused. A gust of wind swept Yu Zheng's hem, and he heard him give a sudden low shout, but it sounded like a thunderclap in his ears. He reached out with one hand and grabbed the woman's wrist with lightning speed.

With an enchanting laugh, the woman twisted her waist and struck out with her sleeves, but was shaken by his palm wind and flew away. A crimson light flashed beneath her ink sleeves, Yu Zheng's body spun violently, and at the same time, his hand locked like electricity. The crimson light appeared and disappeared, and the woman had already been pressed tightly by him against the hall pillar surrounded by clouds and mist.

Beneath his hand, her silk clothes fell halfway, revealing her greasy, snow-white jade neck, and her plump, undulating breasts were looming beneath her undergarments. The woman did not show any panic, only looking at him through the misty smoke gauze, smiling like waves.

Outside the hall, clouds and electricity flashed, and inside the hall, the floating light was dim. The tall cloud pillars were coiled with five-colored Shura pictures, gold, jade, green, purple, and red. In the chaotic dance of desire, the enchanting and immortal-like body was entangled and fascinated... The woman's waist was also struggling slightly in his palm, like a snake, like a vine, inch by inch, sticking tightly to the man's strong and sturdy body.

"Why is the Commander in such a hurry? If you were slower, would I not agree?" A light, thin panting, soft words mixed with fragrant and greasy breath breathed into his ears. Yu Zheng's face was cold, but his breathing was slightly rapid, and a little bright red color between his fingers shone with the light of enchanting poison, "If I were slower, Yu would only fear that I could not bear it."

The woman smiled more and more charmingly, hooking people's souls and not letting go, "Then now... can you bear it?"

Yu Zheng's face changed suddenly, secretly calling it bad, and let go to retreat, already feeling his whole body soft. The woman laughed charmingly, waved her palm, and printed it on his chest!

The light gauze fell, and the black clouds floated and spun like a dance. Yu Zheng groaned miserably and flew back, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, the sword in his hand had left the sheath, but his body swayed forward violently, and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

The beauty's lotus steps were graceful. The woman walked to his front leisurely, leaned over, her black hair poured down before her, and she said softly, "Commander, do you feel the taste of this Charm Chant Powder is soul-stirring?"

Yu Zheng raised his head abruptly, glaring at her eyes, "It really is you!"

The woman looked at him charmingly, as if blaming and annoyed, "I thought the Commander had really forgotten me. That would make me sad!"

At this moment, Yu Zheng felt weak all over; his meridians were empty, and he could not summon even a shred of internal energy. Yet, waves of heat kept surging up from his dantian, constantly flowing and churning in that void, wild and unbearable. His hand, propped against his sword, could not help but tremble slightly. The woman sighed softly, reached out to support him under his ribs, and helped him lean against a nearby palace pillar, carefully wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "Do not worry. This Charm Chant Powder only causes one to lose their internal energy for a while; you will get used to it after resting for a while. However, if the Commander finds it difficult to endure, I have a way to make you feel a little more comfortable."

Yu Zheng gritted his teeth and held on, coldly, "You used such means to sneak attack me, what is your intention?"

"Nothing," the woman leaned gently into his ear, her enchanting words like silk, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I just want to ask, even Commander Yu has been sent here in person, does that side have any other plans for the Third Young Master?"

Yu Zheng simply turned his head, closed his eyes and did not speak, secretly returning his spirit to look at himself, and found that this Charm Chant Powder was indeed extraordinary. According to this situation, even if he could move later, he would not be able to recover his internal energy for two or three days. The soft and charming words came to his ears again, "If the Commander is unwilling to say, then I have to use some small means, but I don't know what kind of means the Commander likes?"

The water snake jade arm wrapped around his neck, and the enchanting fragrance made the dryness and heat surge uneasily. The sweat on Yu Zheng's face gradually became dense, and he opened his eyes abruptly, his gaze sharp, "With your current situation, not fleeing to protect yourself, you still dare to seek me to inquire about secret matters. When the White Tiger Secret Guard comes, be careful of regretting it too late!"

The woman's smoke brows frowned slightly, but a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly, "I just want to help the Commander, so that I can make up for my mistakes and return to the Crown Prince's side. That Ye Xuanshang is not so easy to deal with. Commander, don't you give me a chance?"

Smiling and leaning forward, the silk sleeves flowed with fragrance, and the slowly rising light smoke spread over the strange carved gold paintings. In the dark realm, red enchanting flowers bloomed, and the breath of enchanting poison permeated. Yu Zheng looked at this beautiful skin with his narrow eyes, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of objects breaking the wind.

Before he could turn his head, the smell of wine filled the air. A blue porcelain wine jar flew from nowhere, tore through the flying smoke of the dark hall, and smashed toward that face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Yu Zheng could not move at this time, but the woman in black suddenly bent her waist and flew back. Unexpectedly, the wine jar exploded in mid-air, and a piece of cold wine turned into a bright white stream of light, rolling toward her body in the air, forcing her to retreat to the rain outside the hall, and she hurriedly waved her sleeves to block it before stopping her steps.

The rain outside the hall seemed to slow down, but thicker clouds accumulated in the long sky, and streaks of golden light and silver flashes flickered from time to time in the heavy clouds, gathering and not dispersing, making the world look strange and illusory.

Yu Zheng looked to the side in surprise, and suddenly saw a charming figure walking slowly on the shrine platform.

Flowing ink long hair, mysterious gauze robes, clothes fluttering in the void, wide sleeves dancing without wind, strands of silk brilliance like jade beneath the sleeves, reflecting the golden and dark purple light between the flying curtains, flowing like water, outlining the immortal brows and enchanting face of the visitor. Such a divine appearance, such a cold and fierce demeanor, almost like the heavenly soul of the Mysterious Goddess entering the world, treading this path of the netherworld, taking away the sound of heaven and earth, and the soul of all things.

As if she did not see Yu Zheng on the side, she led her sleeves and walked straight out of the hall, standing on the high cloud steps and glancing at the people below, her cold voice like the ice water of the heavenly pool, pouring down coldly, "Who are you, daring to fake my appearance to use poison to hurt people? Do you know you should die?"

The woman in black who had previously faced her had eyes that went from surprise to strangeness, as if it was quite unexpected. Across the clouds and rain, the two were like a pair of twin goddesses, their brows and eyes were exactly the same, but looking closely, one was cold and enchanting, and the other was enchanting and charming, as if the same flesh had turned into two different souls, immortal and fox-like, each with its own demeanor, and I don't know who resembled whom, and who offended whom.

It was not easy to see one such beauty, but here a pair appeared. Yu Zheng was stunned, and even the taste of the enchanting poison in his body seemed not to be felt. But after all, he knew the origin of the woman in black, and after a moment of loss of spirit, he returned to normal, and watched how she would end.

At this time, the woman in black flicked her water sleeves, her eyes flowing with charm, and glanced at the steps, "There are thousands of appearances in this world, everyone is born with them, and even gods and Buddhas may not be able to manage them. I haven't heard that there is a should die or should not die."

The woman on the steps did not move, and under the strange lightning of the sky, her clear and wanton phoenix eyes showed coldness, "Gods and Buddhas cannot manage, but I can manage. I want to see what kind of monster dares to come here to make trouble!" The last word floated out, and the rain in the breeze seemed to be suddenly quiet, and then, thousands of needle-crystal silver lights soared, turning into a snow vortex ice tide, cold and blooming. In an instant, the world was left with only a cold white, and there was no other color!

The "Cold Ice" technique is water-based, and in such heavy rain, it is like all things turning into sharp weapons, creating layers of heaven and earth nets.

The woman in black saw that she was about to be submerged in the center of the rain vortex, her delicate body spun rapidly like the wind, a trace of sleeve shadow floated, and the rain light splashed all around, blooming with endless flowers.

The moment Zi Rao made her move, the mysterious Yin true energy brilliance spread, her wide sleeves controlled the wind and broke the clouds, and she had already reached her close proximity!

The woman in black had sleeve blades in her hands, flew and spun, and met her attack.

In the wind and rain, two figures floated like a dance, turning, folding, retreating, and advancing. The cloud clothes and lotus steps stirred up pieces of light smoke, which scattered in the wind, beautiful and breathtaking.

Beneath the smoke and rain, there was a thin light, flashing and disappearing, the moves were strange, poisonous, and fierce, continuous and endless. In such a tangle, Zi Rao seemed to be getting impatient, her fingertips flew with thousands of threads, forcing the opponent back several steps, a star of ghostly light in her eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly rushed into the air, with a clear whistle.

The clear sound entered the clouds, as if it had moved the power of thunder, and the Nine Heavens lost their color because of it.

The whistling sound also shocked Yu Zheng, who was concentrating on forcing the poison in the hall, to open his eyes abruptly, his eyes showing surprise, and at the same time, he noticed that a man in black appeared in the rain nearby, his heart slightly tensed.

Around Zi Rao, a piece of ice-clear and jade-clean brilliance appeared, bright and spreading, filling the heaven and earth, in which, it seemed that there was an enchanting lotus color like blood growing vertically.

Wonderful petals of clear splendor, red like jade, born and then extinguished, reborn after extinction. Before her eyes, with that mysterious and enchanting figure as the center, it gradually fell into a virtual and nether space, as if pulled by some evil power, the clouds, thunder, wind, and rain were silenced and extinguished, still as water. The dark eyelashes opened slowly, and the depths of the clear eyes were filled with strange colors, reflecting a flawless illusion, endless strange beauty, but it revealed the coldness that destroyed all things, and the indifference that had been extinguished for thousands of years.

The woman in black was shocked by her gaze, and immediately knew that it was not good. Her expression turned heavy, and she gave a low shout, and her sleeves shot out first!

The light red mist swung open the soul-hooking dark fragrance, rolling toward the center of the brilliance with the wind, the rain light broke through the mist, and the blood-eating lotus color appeared.

The two slender figures were seen passing by, and the man in black not far away suddenly moved. A sword Qi with unparalleled power, like a surprise lightning falling from the sky, forcibly broke into the two people in a flash of lightning, blocking the two true energies of extreme cold and extreme softness!

In the sound of a loud noise, the sword light and sleeve shadows scattered, and the heavy rain splashed like flowers. In mid-air, the sword Qi flourished, and the man in black robes flew back gracefully.

From the place where the three people fought just now, countless cracks on the ground extended rapidly, and mud seeped into them. The sky was filled with clouds and lightning, the heavy rain was like pouring, and the earth seemed to be sinking slowly, revealing a strange and heavy killing intent.

In the wind and rain, Zi Rao landed lightly with her sleeves spread, her cold jade face having a trace of frost and snow, and the strange light in her eyes turned ghostly in an instant. The woman in black spun and retreated, her charming face like being covered by shallow water, growing changes. As if not daring to touch the edge of the "Lotus Splendor" again, she used the momentum to point her toes, flew obliquely in an incomparably soft posture, and instantly submerged into the sky full of rain shadows.

The man in black robes landed beside Zi Rao in the air, and his long sword "clanged" back into the sheath. Zi Rao's star eyes turned, and she was surprised to see that it was Ye Xuanshang, but she only looked at him and wanted to chase. Ye Xuanshang stopped her and said, "It's just the remnants of the Freedom Hall, why are you making such a big fuss?"

Her long hair danced wantonly in the wind, and Zi Rao's eyes bloomed with a faint light, and she said coldly, "Hmph! Didn't you see her appearance?"

Ye Xuanshang was slightly startled when he heard this, and immediately realized something. He looked in the direction where the woman disappeared, shook his head and smiled, "I only saw you at a glance."

Zi Rao glared at him coldly, "If you hadn't stopped me, I would have already torn off her skin and face to see what kind of monster she is!"

Ye Xuanshang's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at her through the driving rain with deep, squinting eyes. Although he did not know much about the martial arts of the Witch Clan, his own cultivation was exquisite, and his combat experience was incomparably rich, so how sharp was his vision. Just now, when he saw the "Red Shadow Lotus Splendor," he knew that this strange technique was catalyzed by true essence and blood Qi. Even if it killed the enemy in one blow, it would inevitably hurt itself. Speaking of which, her martial arts were originally above Bai Shu'er, so even if she really wanted to take her life, she did not need to use such means. His eyes were judging, but his thoughts were not revealed at all. He dragged Zi Rao to move to avoid the rain and said with a casual smile, "I have always been too lazy to be troublesome. Blocking a sword for you and helping you replenish the lost true essence seems to be easier for the former."

Zi Rao's phoenix eyes turned slightly, sweeping over his smiling and teasing handsome face, and suddenly asked, "Why are you here?"

Ye Xuanshang raised his brows, "Looking for someone."

Zi Rao remembered the conversation she heard in the Mysterious Goddess Shrine that had to do with him, turned around and said, "There is still one person in the hall..." Ye Xuanshang's lips curled slightly, "If I didn't guess wrong, it should be Yu Zheng, the commander of the White Tiger Forbidden Guards of my Mu Kingdom."

Zi Rao's eyes rippled, revealing a faint inquiry. Ye Xuanshang stared at the depths of her cold and clear eyes, and suddenly lowered his head, asking softly, "Zi Rao, what's wrong with you?"

Such a gentle sentence, such a deep pair of eyes, the sky full of light rain and light, all fell into it, and a strand of bright sun like gold shone from the dark ink depths, shining clearly on her heart, somewhat unexpected, but also so natural. Zi Rao's eyelashes flickered slightly, and then fell, "Nothing."

Ye Xuanshang smiled and asked again in a low voice, "Who provoked you? Do you want me to accompany you to vent your anger?"

Zi Rao was silent for a moment, and opened her red lips slightly, "You accompany me?"

Ye Xuanshang leaned his sword on his shoulder casually, "I don't need to repeat what I've said, right?"

Zi Rao glanced into the hall, "Don't you care about the one inside?"

Ye Xuanshang shrugged casually and made an indifferent expression. The wind was slanting and the rain was sudden, the clothes were flying like dye, and a smile was reflected in his eyes, like the first time he looked up at the ferry of Feng Shui. His smile was always so free and bright, as if he didn't take anything to heart, and as if everything was in his eyes and heart.

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