Wu Chang Jie

36

When they returned to the Luojinwu, they saw that Chunyang Sect's mountain gates were already surrounded by many disciples, and among the group of cultivators in their light gold uniforms, two icy grey silhouettes stood out, like two ice crystals protruding from a field of wheat.

There were whispers all around. Chunyang Sect's method requires a clear mind and to have no desire, but young men who are in their prime can't help but see a beautiful woman and have their hearts stirred.

When they got closer, even Xie Bi An was shocked at the beauty of these two women. There was no doubt that they must be the famous Flying Plume Ambassadors of Cangyu Sect, and also the adopted daughters of Qi Meng Sheng - Yun Xiang Yi and Hua Xiang Rong*. They each carry a large bow on their backs, which is at odds with their slender physiques, yet they have a different kind of valiant and heroic look.

These two women are well known in the immortal world, not only for their beauty, but also for their excellent cultivation, and there are many cultivators in the world who have beautiful dreams about Empress E*, but unfortunately all those who came for marriage requests would return disappointed.

Xie Bi An's eyes lit up: "They're really beautiful, just like the rumors."

Fan Wu She rolled his eyes, "They're old enough to be your mother."

"Cultivators don't age easily, especially female cultivators, they all cultivate childhood beauty."

"And what does that have to do with you."

"Everyone has a love of beauty, and beautiful women are like orchids, worthy of admiration." Xie Bi An laughed, "You're sixteen, you should know better."

Fan Wu She gave a cold snort.

Ahead of them, a disciple who was blocking the mountain gate said, "Please don't make things difficult for me, Flying Plume Ambassadors. Women are not allowed to enter Luojinwu unless it is a matter of vital importance. We have already informed the elders, so please wait for a while."

"Since you have already informed them, why are you dawdling about?" Hua Xiang Rong scolded angrily, "Our master's life is at stake, isn't it vital?! Besides, it's not like we're borrowing it for nothing!"

The disciple said coldly, "Forgive me for saying so, but the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp is the greatest treasure of Chunyang Sect and is never lent out. When the Supreme Demon demanded for it that year, master did not even give it. If the Flying Plume Ambassador could back off, we would all feel better."

"You're really good at saving face, is it because your master didn't give it? It's clear that the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp can only save the living. The Human Emperor has long since died, and the Supreme Demon only stopped when he learned of it, otherwise there would be no Chunyang Sect now."

The disciple's face looked pale.

Xie Bi An said in surprise, "How could there be such a thing? Wu She, have you heard of it?"

Fan Wu She did not answer, but his face was silently frosted. Ever since he came to Chunyang Sect, he had been haunted by countless memories, and now that nightmarish past was easily brought up by others. It was like a knife had been stabbed into his heart.

Back then, he carried Zong Zi Heng's corpse to Luojinwu and demanded like mad that Xu Zhi Nan hand over the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp. Xu Zhi Nan, with the knot of his throat pressed against the tip of his sword, calmly told him that even if he slaughtered the entire Chunyang Sect, the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp would not be able to save the dead.

So he tore through the Fengdu barrier, reversing the paths of both humans and ghosts, just to reclaim one person.

All his hatred for Zong Zi Heng was no match for the fact that he had left him in such a hateful and desperate manner.