Chapter 206: All Are Ah Huan's Wings

Peak summit, Sword and Scripture Pavilion.

The sect master's study of Mount Zihui, located at the highest point of Sword and Scripture Pavilion; since Nangong Ye is often away, there is no staff inside, several sword platforms stand empty, and the bookshelves are filled with various books.

Bai Mao appeared silently at the doorway, did not disturb the disciples studying hard through the night in the hall, and slipped quietly into the study.

Seeing the tidy and solemn room, she stepped back out, looked carefully, confirmed she had not gone to the wrong place, then re-entered, hands on her hips!

After all, this was formerly Qixia True Person's office, where trophies of slaying demons and confiscating illegal gains were kept, along with complete sets of unofficial histories and strange tales.

Now, all four bookshelves hold scriptures of various sects, a large desk stands against the wall, standard Daoist ascetic style; it only lacks a scroll on the wall reading "The Righteous Path of the Human World is Change," and just looking at it feels like sitting in a dungeon...

However, several decades have passed, and this place no longer belongs to her.

Qixia True Person did not mind the junior changing the decoration style; she even thought Nangong's eldest disciple was quite proper, more like a Daoist leader than herself. She immediately hurried to the bookshelf, took out the book recording important sect affairs to consult, and called out:

"Night Fairy?"

"Mmm-hmm~"

The familiar, seductive voice sounded from her side.

Ye Hongshang, wearing a fiery red long skirt, stood with arms crossed beside the books, observing the little Daoist nun Bai Mao frantically flipping through books to cram knowledge:

"Finally remembered your big sister?"

"How could I possibly forget you, big sister? I just woke up... Eh?"

Qixia True Person intended to explain a bit, but suddenly frowned, realizing her memory was off!

She remembered climbing Mount Zihui in her youth to learn arts; though her talent was average, she worked extremely hard, but truly had no path to immortality. She prayed to heaven, hoping for some guidance, and in a half-dream state, heard a voice say "South."

Afterwards, she left the mountain without hesitation, traveled south without knowing direction or purpose, solely to seek the "Fairy Dream," enduring countless hardships along the way until she reached the end of the earth...

Then her mind simply blanked out, and she couldn't remember anything!

When her memory resumed, she was slaying demons everywhere in the Southern Border, holding an umbrella and a sword, acting as a "Daoist Bandit" under the guidance of Great Fairy Ye, plundering the world to enrich herself, having just finished raiding the entire Wu Sect uprising...

She regarded Ye Hongshang as a sister and teacher, their relationship like the only true kin in this world, yet she was unclear how this relationship began, and it seemed she had forgotten some very important things...

Qixia True Person frowned tightly, recalling and slightly checking her body:

"Am I under a Soul-Locking Curse?"

Ye Hongshang nodded slightly: "Yes, I am too. I tried to break it last time, but it seems a powerful expert set a restriction that cannot be broken no matter what."

"Is that so?"

Qixia True Person, the dignified leader of the Daoist sect, how could she be locked by a Soul-Locking Curse? She immediately raised her hand and pressed her fingertip to her brow, where flowing light surged from her finger tip, attempting to break the restriction.

Then Qixia True Person recalled the past on the Immortal Island and subsequent choices, while A Piao simultaneously recovered memories.

A Piao said, "Seal it, seal it..." causing Qixia True Person to seal it as well.

One person and one ghost stood beside the bookshelf like this, repeating the exact same dialogue a full seven times!

The scene looked like a ghost blocking the path, stubbornly struggling for two quarters of an hour...

Qixia True Person pressed her finger to her brow, feeling only a momentary lapse before it ended, as if nothing had happened. She felt slightly puzzled, withdrew her index finger and looked at it:

"Which old devil did this? Why can't it be broken?"

Ye Hongshang was already used to it:

"Let the past be the past. If you truly recall all the messy things done before, it easily damages one's Dao heart. Let's discuss it later."

Qixia True Person did not believe there was an old devil on the peak who could seal this Fairy, leaving her helpless. She immediately refused to believe it and tried several more times.

The result was that the moment her finger touched her brow, the next instant it ended, as if nothing had happened!

Seeing she truly could not break it, Qixia True Person's eyes showed surprise:

"What powerful technique! Sister Ye said she tried last time; did you wake up before?"

"Yes. Early last month, grave robbers accidentally found the Demon-Suppressing Tomb. This fellow ran over, killed the grave robbers, pulled out the Zhenglun Sword, I met him, and he busied himself for another month before sealing the Demon-Suppressing Coffin..."

Listening to the account, Qixia True Person, holding a stack of books, sat down behind the desk.

The result was Nangong Ye was over 1.8 meters tall, she was 1.6 meters, and her legs couldn't even reach the ground!

"Hey? This eldest disciple is really tall..."

Qixia True Person did not mind her legs dangling in the air and continued flipping through the sect history:

"What is Xie Jinhuan's background? How did he know my secluded retreat place, and why did he come to guard the tomb?"

Relying on her tall figure, envied by Qixia, Ye Hongshang crossed her arms, rested her hips on the edge of the desk, revealing black stockings and red-soled high heels beneath her skirt:

"He probably, like you, encountered some special opportunity in the south. There are many hidden great experts in the world; this matter can only be investigated after you recover."

Qixia True Person was very curious, not believing anyone could pretend to be a great expert in front of her. She raised her index finger again to press her brow, attempting to unlock the Soul-Locking Curse, wanting to see exactly which old devil was playing a grand chess game.

The result was not only wasting several precious minutes of life, but a pen appeared in her hand, and several large characters were written on the paper before her:

It is rare to be confused!

?

Qixia True Person looked at the handwriting, feeling it must be herself playing the grand chess game. She finally gave up on unlocking the Soul-Locking Curse and instead asked:

"What exactly is the relationship between this fellow, me, and those two girls outside?"

Hearing this, Ye Hongshang's soul-stealing, charm-snatching eyes showed a hint of strangeness.

After all, judging from the conversation just now, the relationships among them were roughly:

Seeing Bing Tuozi was Nangong Ye, Qixia True Person was her master, and Linghu Qingmo was her disciple...

Hua Ruyue was Bu Yuehua, Lin Wanyi was her disciple, and Great Fairy Zisu was the junior of her disciple...

Nangong Ye and Bu Yuehua were mortal enemies...

And Lin Wanyi, Nangong Ye, and Linghu Qingmo were all patrons Xie Jinhuan could not offend. Bu Yuehua even gave the Sixty-Year Lotus, cheap medicinal materials, etc., was Wanyi's teacher, and also a patron.

Therefore, they should all be the wings helping Xie Jinhuan take flight!

Unless their wings were broken...

Ye Hongshang stroked his chin for a long time, unable to sort it out clearly, so he gave up in laziness; Ah Huan has his own fortune, and interfering recklessly might cause his sister to resent him later, so he replied:

"He is simply a person of affinity, very closely tied to Mount Zihui, recently slaying demons and monsters everywhere, gaining great fame, and winning the favor of countless Nangong Xianzi."

"Just treat him as a junior, and treat Nangong Ye and the other Miss as outsiders; do not ask too much about the affairs of young people."

True Person Qixia, merely by looking at Xie Jinhuan's appearance and bearing, knew his luck with women would not be poor, so he did not ask further, flipping through the sect's history from beginning to end, and thus gained an understanding of the general situation from after entering the pass up to the present year.

True Person Qixia had slept for far too long; in fact, even before entering the pass, he knew that upon emerging, it was likely that everything would have changed and all familiar disciples would have passed away.

But entering the pass was merely a blink of the eyes; those turbulent years felt as if they were just yesterday, yet now truly seeing the names of those who died of old age one by one, his heart still felt a bit of sighing.

However, the path of cultivation on the mountain had not changed much.

The Xie Laomo dominating the four directions from the mountain peak remained those few familiar faces.

The head of the Great Qian's public face was also among the few juniors he had selected back then.

If speaking of the only variable, it was the descendants of the Corpse Ancestor, who after lying dormant for a hundred years, had gradually become somewhat formidable.

True Person Qixia, discovering there were no unexpected earth-shattering variables, originally intended to put down the sect history, but upon flipping to the latest page, he saw written there:

"Xie Jinhuan favors the thirteenth-generation descendant Linghu Qingmo; to show sincerity, he defeated the eldest disciple of the Fan Yun Temple at the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, thwarting the Buddhist sect's plot to enter Danyang on behalf of Mount Zihui..."

"The Martial Arts Grand Assembly was held at Xueying Ridge; Mount Zihui, receiving an order from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, served as the Daoist representative and went to Sanjiangkou to monitor the movements of the Jianghu..."

?

True Person Qixia examined the content carefully and asked:

"Is Linghu Qingmo my disciple or my grand-disciple?"

Ye Hongshang blinked her eyes: "Grand-disciple, exceptionally beautiful."

"Is that so?"

True Person Qixia picked up the Juan Sect recording the disciple roster and began searching:

"Entered the sect at six, reached the sixth rank at fourteen, entered the fourth rank at eighteen, upright and unyielding... the rest is fine, but this talent is a bit ordinary..."

Ye Hongshang was somewhat speechless: "This is ordinary? You were only in the seventh rank at sixteen; peers your age could have beaten you ten times over."

"This cannot be compared to me. For an ordinary person, this Miss is considered formidable, but Xie Jinhuan is only one year older than her and has already reached the first rank. With such a huge gap in talent, if they were to become Daoist partners, a hundred years later it would likely turn into a black-haired person sending off a white-haired one, and it might even give rise to a heart demon."

Having spoken, True Person Qixia flipped to the previous generation of disciples:

"The Nangong girl would be a better match for Xie Jinhuan, a match of talent and beauty..."

"?"

Ye Hongshang's gaze shifted slightly, and she interjected:

"You are now the Ancestor; with a single word from you, the descendants of the Danding Sect must revere it as a holy decree. Since you have this intention, why not take charge and pair them up?"

True Person Qixia felt strange towards everyone, merely analyzing from the perspective of an outsider; hearing these words, he quickly shook his head:

"How can this be done? Marriage requires mutual affection; if I pair Nangong Ye, Linghu Qingmo would not hate the Ancestor to death."

"Since there is already a destined marriage, my Mount Zihui cannot drag the other party's legs; take me to see this Miss and see if I can offer some guidance."

Ye Hongshang knew what True Person Qixia possessed, but previously, when acting as a proxy to log in, it was inappropriate to spend others' resources; hearing these words, her left hand produced a crystal ball, inside which was the scene of Wei Yin winning eleven consecutive matches:

"By the way, help sister with a favor first; solve this person tomorrow..."

True Person Qixia frowned, putting the book down:

"Look at how you speak, so distant! Does solving a person require waiting until tomorrow? Where is this person?"

While speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and ran outside, preparing to invite a Daoist friend to assist her cultivation!

Ye Hongshang hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, hey! This is a tournament! Xie Jinhuan must win it fairly and squarely; with no grudge or hatred, what kind of talk is it for you to go and exterminate them?"

True Person Qixia sat back on the chair, looking slightly troubled:

"A tournament? Then this matter might be hard to handle; this person appears to possess the Five Directions Divine Gifts; Xie Jinhuan does not have such thick fortune; with overwhelming force crushing ten strategies, teaching him anything won't make him win."

Ye Hongshang spoke earnestly: "Mount Zihui's six hundred years of inheritance, can it not contend against Xueying Ridge's three generations of accumulation?"

True Person Qixia understood the meaning and spread his hands:

"The Zheng Lun Sword is in his hands; even if given an umbrella, he wouldn't dare use it; the Five Directions Divine Gifts must be nurtured slowly, nothing can be expected tomorrow; if the cultivation technique and divine arts cannot overcome overwhelming force crushing ten strategies, what else can I give him?"

Ye Hongshang, in order to help Xie Jinhuan, was also worried to the point of exhaustion; she pondered slightly:

"His conduct and past are both much like yours; try to see if you can help him open the Dragon Vein; I feel he himself possesses the same potential as you, it just hasn't been unleashed."

"Is that so?"

True Person Qixia was half-skeptical, but did not say more, jumping off the chair and walking outside...

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