books44 Chapter 1844
Chapter 1844
Seeing Chen Xuan's smile fade and a cold glint appear in his eyes, he quickly added, "But this is the Purple Mansion Realm. They contacted my main body first, and I have already stopped them."
"Oh?" Chen Xuan sipped his wine, his gaze falling on Zi Mang's face, the wine swirling gently in his cup. "Shen Yu and Qiu Zixian, would they give up so easily?"
"Of course not." Zi Mang smiled wryly, moving closer to Chen Xuan and lowering her voice considerably.
“I lied to them and said I was still on a sect mission and couldn’t get away. I said that once the mission was over, we would meet at the core star of the Purple Mansion to discuss this matter again.”
Chen Xuan looked at him and suddenly chuckled, his tone teasing: "What? Brother Zi Mang wants me to suppress Qiu Zixian and make him your plaything? If you're into that, I might be able to help you this once."
Zi Mang choked for a moment, his ears turning red instantly. He grabbed the wine jar and took a big gulp before muttering a rebuttal:
"Come on, how could I dare to make a move on Xia Jiuyou! I'm using delaying tactics to let you make the decision—with your strength, you should be on par with Shen Yu's main body and Xia Jiuyou's primordial spirit avatar."
Chen Xuan didn't speak, only nodded slightly, his fingertips casually tracing the patterns on the wine cup.
“We are all cultivators of the same level. In the future, when you join the Heartless Holy Land, we will be of the same blood and will see each other all the time…” Zi Mang looked at him, her tone comforting, as if offering him a way out.
As Chen Xuan listened, he understood—Zi Mang probably had a close relationship with the disciples of the Nine Nether Holy Land. Zi Mang had been of great help this time, so it wouldn't hurt to give him face.
"I can spare Shen Yu's life at this meeting." Chen Xuan finished his drink and stared intently at the purple light. "But Xia Jiuyou's primordial spirit avatar... I have to ask for some interest from my future little brother Bai Qianhuan."
"Bai Qianhuan? The newly promoted Holy Son of the Heartless Holy Land?" Zi Mang's eyes widened slightly. "You have a connection with him?"
Chen Xuan briefly recounted his interactions with Bai Qianhuan, his tone casual yet resolute.
"As long as you don't make things awkward, you can handle it as you see fit." Seeing that he had relented, Zi Mang smiled broadly and raised her glass, saying, "Thank you for giving me face, Brother Chen Xuan."
"No problem." Chen Xuan clinked glasses with him, the clinking of their glasses creating a crisp sound that echoed in the night.
Once Chen Xuan and his companion reach their level, they can go without sleep for several days or even years without any problem.
Before they knew it, it was the next morning. As the first rays of dawn touched the surface of the stars like gold foil, Chen Xuan removed the Fuxi Staff Formation from the outer perimeter of his immortal abode. The ancient staff shadows returned in the morning light, transforming into streams of light, as if countless fragments of stars were falling down.
As the immortal abode shrank and was put away, Chen Xuan, along with Bai Li and Zi Mang, flew towards the endless void beyond the stars.
The core star of the Ziwei Nebula is astonishingly vast, its enormous size seemingly capable of swallowing up half of a star field.
As it is a key location on the outer perimeter of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, a super teleportation array spanning the sky stands on the star shell. The array patterns formed by the purple-gold light flow resemble a coiled divine python, which is breathtaking from afar.
The facilities around this star are even more complete: the cave dwellings of independent cultivators are embedded in the cliff face, the sect residences are like jade palaces floating in mid-air, and the symbols of the Void Heaven Pavilion and the Dao Alliance shine brightly in the sunlight, each occupying its own territory.
Chen Xuan followed the purple light and soon arrived at the entrance of "Immortal Destiny Worry-Free Cave Heaven"—it was a white jade archway, with lifelike carvings of intertwined immortal vines, and behind the door, clouds and mist swirled, shimmering with light.
This place is a den of iniquity for celestial and true immortals. Even if one is surrounded by billions of Origin Liquid, one will instantly feel the embarrassment of a "country bumpkin entering the city" upon entering. After all, it gathers the most powerful forces in the entire realm, and the consumption is so high that ordinary immortals will be deterred.
Only Zi Mang, as a core disciple of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, can enjoy a 50% discount in designated areas; the truly top-tier entertainment venues are said to be accessible only to high-ranking members of the Purple Mansion for free.
Bai Li followed behind Chen Xuan, her eyes widening in amazement:
The glowing, seven-colored fairy grass peeks out from the jade ground, its petals as translucent as glass;
A curtain of pearls the size of a fist jingled in the wind.
Even the simulated fairyland scene was frighteningly realistic. Clouds and mist flowed slowly over the artificial mountains, and the feather patterns of the cranes were clearly visible when they spread their wings, almost making her think they were ancient immortal birds.
The little girl was very curious. Several times she tried to touch the strange object with her fingers, but then she suddenly pulled them back. Her mouth opened into an "O" shape, and her eyes were full of shock.
Zi Mang walked ahead cautiously, taking very light steps and glancing around from time to time—this place was full of hidden talents, and there was no telling which corner might be where a senior from the sect was entertaining fellow Daoists; it would be awkward if they really ran into each other.
Fortunately, the guiding fairy moved with light steps and quickly led them to a very quiet Dongting Pavilion.
The view is of a clear lake, its surface like a mirror reflecting the flowing clouds; a wooden cottage is built by the water, and copper bells under the eaves sway gently in the wind, making a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound.
Behind the small building, the hillsides were covered in blooming flowers, red as fire and pink as the sunset. The air was filled with a sweet fragrance that wasn't cloying. The variety and abundance of the flowers even made Chen Xuan secretly marvel.
Compared to this place, the headquarters of Wanbaoshan, the imperial capital of Xuanxiao World, is like a child's toy.
As the host, Zi Mang, familiar with the place, ordered several entertainment items. After the guiding fairy bowed and took her leave, she turned to look at Chen Xuan, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt:
"I've gone to great lengths to invite you all here today. Brother Chen Xuan, why have you been wearing this face-covering hat all this time?"
He pointed to the black veil on Chen Xuan's head, the veil hanging down to completely cover his face, only the jawline was vaguely visible, and even his voice sounded low and hoarse due to the veil.
"Don't you intend to show your true face to Shenyu and Qiu Zixian? It's better to resolve enmity than to create it. This matter wasn't a deep-seated hatred to begin with."
Chen Xuan nodded, his gaze calm and unwavering through the black veil: "Brother Zi Mang, there's no need to worry. I will handle this matter personally. Just proceed according to the original plan."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Zi Mang could only nod helplessly.
After a few cups of ethereal tea, steaming with a mystical aura, a familiar, hearty laugh suddenly drifted from afar.
Following the sound, one first sees the guiding fairy—a lotus-colored gauze dress embroidered with silver tassels, her every step a lotus blossom, her demeanor graceful and elegant.
Next came Shenyu, dressed in golden robes. Sunlight fell on his robes, making it seem as if countless gold dusts were flowing across them, shimmering brilliantly.
Behind her was the stunningly beautiful Qiu Zixian, her face half-covered by a black veil. Her figure was slender and graceful, her waist swaying as she walked. Even with only her eyes visible, the allure in her gaze was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
Zi Mang and Chen Xuan, who was wearing a bamboo hat, slowly stood up. Zi Mang took the initiative to greet them, with a familiar smile on his face: "Brother Shenyu, Fellow Daoist Zixian, this way please."
Chen Xuan stood still, his black veil rising and falling slightly with his breath, obscuring his expression. Only his eyes behind the veil, like two bottomless ancient wells, silently watched the two approaching figures.
“If it weren’t for Zi Mang’s great help this time, you two would have died if you had met me.”