Zanxing

Chapter 135 - Inheritance (2)

No one knew how long had passed when the golden waves slowly receded, and the overwhelming feeling gradually slowed.

The last trace of characters faded from her sea of consciousness, and Zanxing opened her eyes.

Fairy Qinghua stood there, her expression still calm, though a hint of weariness showed in her gaze.

"The Qing'er Nianhua Staff in the Martial Arts Library was incomplete; now, the technique within your sea of consciousness is the true Qing'er Nianhua Staff." Fairy Qinghua spoke calmly, "In the future, I hope you will diligently practice this technique, protecting the peace of the human realm when the Heavenly Tribulation arrives."

Zanxing looked at the woman before her and remained silent for a while before finally saying, "Fairy, do you even know my name?"

Since they entered the painting, Fairy Qinghua had never once asked her name, perhaps because identity didn't matter for the inheritance. Yet Zanxing felt it was more likely due to this proud celestial maiden's naturally aloof character.

"You didn't ask a single question before passing on the inheritance," she said. "Aren't you worried you might have chosen the wrong person?"

Fairy Qinghua shook her head, "No. The fact that you could enter this secret realm means it was destined. Just like this painting realm, only you could enter; no one else could."

As she finished, a noise sounded in the darkness. Someone rushed in and appeared before Zanxing in a flash. Gu Baiying turned to her, frowning, "Yang Zanxing, you're not dead, are you?"

Zanxing looked at Fairy Qinghua. "Didn't you say no one else could enter the painting but me?"

Fairy Qinghua's beautiful eyes showed a flicker of surprise. "How could this be? The painting carries my spiritual imprint; unless chosen by the Biyi Flower, no one should be able to..."

"It's just a weak barrier," Gu Baiying interrupted impatiently, pointing his silver spear forward. "So many tricks. Who are you?"

Fairy Qinghua's gaze rested on Gu Baiying, and she was momentarily stunned.

Zanxing took a quiet step back.

In the pale, indistinct world within the painting realm, two people clad in white stood facing each other. The woman's dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, her dress flowing, beautiful like a gleaming pearl. The young man in front of her, handsome and proud, stood like a sharp spear, high-spirited and imposing. The only similarity between them was in their eyes—clear and bright like springs, shining like stars.

They looked incredibly alike.

Gu Baiying fell silent.

Unknowingly, the bone-embroidered spear in his hand lowered, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him, with a mix of disbelief and suspicion.

Fairy Qinghua spoke, "Baiying..."

Gu Baiying suddenly turned, glaring at Zanxing, who was pretending to play dead. "Yang Zanxing, what kind of illusion is this? Why is there a mirage here?" He looked back at Fairy Qinghua coldly, "Don't think I'll fall for any demon tricks."

Despite his words, he didn't point his spear at her as he had earlier. Zanxing could even glimpse a hint of confusion in the young man's eyes.

Seeing this mother-son reunion was certainly not something Zanxing, an outsider, should witness. Yet, she couldn't leave the painting realm, so she stood there awkwardly.

Gu Baiying looked back at Fairy Qinghua, and she gazed at him, then unexpectedly smiled. Zanxing had only ever seen Fairy Qinghua's smile beneath the Biwing Flower tree in the painting realm, but now, her smile bloomed, brighter than starlight.