Chapter 370
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Chapter 370: Jialan
As the coffin lid was lifted, a strange fragrance suddenly filled Lin Qiye’s nostrils. His gaze was fixed on the gap of the coffin, and upon seeing the scene beneath the coffin lid, he was momentarily stunned.
On the smooth black coffin lid lay a girl dressed in a deep blue robe. Her fair skin was delicate, her long black hair framed her exquisite features, and her soft pink lips were slightly pursed, above which was a nose as white as jade. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her star-like, brilliant eyes slowly opened…
Lin Qiye stared blankly at the girl in the coffin, his eyes filled with shock.
A person?
How could it be a person?
Lin Qiye’s mind scanned the girl’s body—human organs, a human brain, human blood, human appearance… everything seemed to confirm that she was indeed a person.
Before opening the coffin, Lin Qiye had boldly imagined what might be inside, such as a thousand-year-old zombie with a yellow talisman on its forehead, a ghost transformed into an evil spirit, or a blood corpse filled with resentment… Even if a creature like Benbo Erba had jumped out, Lin Qiye wouldn’t have found it strange.
But instead… it was a living person.
What kind of person could lie in this Fengdu Heavenly Palace’s coffin for hundreds or thousands of years?
Not to mention decay; there wasn’t even a single wrinkle on her body. Her skin was as delicate as white jade, her hair flowed like a waterfall, and even the deep blue robe she wore was as pristine as new, untouched by dust.
Who could believe that such a girl would lie in this eerie and strange coffin of the Fengdu Heavenly Palace?
The girl’s gaze fixed on Lin Qiye’s face, her dazed eyes slowly focusing, revealing a look of confusion.
With great difficulty, she sat up from the coffin lid. Her long black hair slid down the deep blue satin, cascading over her shoulders. She tilted her delicate neck to look around, her bright eyes reflecting a sense of being in another world.
Lin Qiye, seeing the blue-clad girl, instantly recalled the images on the coffin’s surface—those paintings of a figure worshipped by others, stepping into the coffin, were actually of a woman?
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to ask something, when suddenly, a thunderous sound of unsheathing a sword echoed through the hall!
Clang—!!!
Lin Qiye’s expression changed drastically. He turned to look and saw that the bronze armors, which had originally faced the hall door, had somehow turned to face him. Strange black smoke poured out from the gaps in the armor, quickly coalescing into human forms.
The long swords behind these bronze armors had already been drawn!
The shadowy figures clad in bronze armor held long swords, their cold blades pointed straight at Lin Qiye, eerie green light emanating from beneath their helmets, and a powerful aura of death instantly enveloped the entire hall!
Three hundred bronze armors, three hundred killing swords!
The black smoke surged, and all the bronze armors detached from the hanging wooden frames, gripping their long swords, swiftly floating towards Lin Qiye!
Seeing this, Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly. He took a deep breath and drew the two straight swords from his back.
What was meant to come had finally arrived.
With both hands gripping the swords, an extreme darkness spread beneath his feet, the golden light in his eyes reigniting, and the collar of his black shirt flapped violently in the wind stirred up by the three hundred bronze armors.
At that moment, the blue-clad girl furrowed her brow slightly and lifted her foot to step out of the coffin. Perhaps due to her joints not having moved for a long time, she lost her balance as her foot touched the ground and fell heavily.
As the three hundred bronze armors rushed towards her, the blue-clad girl gritted her silver teeth, quickly got up from the ground, and stumbled towards Lin Qiye…
Just as Lin Qiye was about to swing his sword, he froze in place.
The blue-clad girl, barefoot, rushed in front of Lin Qiye, turned around to face the oncoming three hundred bronze armors, and opened her arms to shield Lin Qiye behind her.
The wide sleeves of her Han-style robe were blown up by the wind from the three hundred bronze armors. The girl’s star-like bright eyes gazed steadfastly ahead, a cold long sword poised just half an inch from her forehead, ready to strike her face.
All the bronze armors halted their movements, and the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
The blue-clad girl’s gaze swept over the three hundred bronze armors. Her lips parted slightly, and after much effort, a vague and somewhat hoarse syllable escaped her mouth.
… Retreat.
As this voice rang out, the long swords wrapped in black smoke simultaneously returned to their sheaths, and all the bronze armors retreated like a tide, returning to their respective wooden frames.
As the black smoke dissipated, the eerie green glow beneath the bronze helmets gradually dimmed, eventually disappearing without a trace. The three hundred bronze armors hung quietly on the wooden frames, just as they had when Lin Qiye first entered the hall, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
Having witnessed the entire process, Lin Qiye stood behind the blue-clad girl, his brow tightly furrowed, his heart filled with deepening confusion.
After hesitating for a moment, he sheathed his swords, and the golden light in his eyes quickly receded.
Who are you?
Lin Qiye looked at the blue-clad girl’s back and asked in a deep voice.
The blue-clad girl turned around, her bright eyes gazing at Lin Qiye’s face for a moment, then curved gently like a crescent moon, her smile radiant.
She opened her lips, trying hard to say something, but only vague syllables came out.
After several attempts, the blue-clad girl stomped her foot in frustration, her delicate brows tightly knitted, showing a look of distress.
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and tentatively asked: Have you forgotten how to speak because you haven’t talked for too long?
The blue-clad girl nodded vigorously!
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. Then, I ask, you gesture.
The blue-clad girl blinked.
Is the person depicted on this coffin you? Lin Qiye pointed to the first image on the coffin showing the blue-clad figure and asked.
The blue-clad girl nodded.
Have you been in this coffin all this time?
The blue-clad girl nodded again.
Lin Qiye’s brow furrowed slightly. How long have you been in there?
The blue-clad girl hesitated for a moment, uncertainly extending two fingers…
Two hundred years? Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
The blue-clad girl shook her head.
Lin Qiye was taken aback, opened his mouth, and tentatively asked: Two… thousand years?
The blue-clad girl nodded.
Seeing her nod, Lin Qiye’s mind was in turmoil, and he stood there in shock.
Putting aside the fact that a human could not possibly live for two thousand years, even lying in a dark, cramped space like a coffin for two days would be enough to drive any mentally mature man insane; lying there for two years was even more unimaginable.
But this girl before him had actually lain in the coffin for two thousand years?
For two thousand years, no one spoke, no light at all, and she couldn’t even move her arms. The only companions she had were endless darkness and silence… how did she manage that?
Lin Qiye stared at the girl for a long time before slowly asking another question: What is your name?
The blue-clad girl was taken aback, lowered her head in thought for a long time, seemingly trying to figure out how to gesture her name…
After a moment, she gave up struggling, quickly walked to Lin Qiye’s front, opened his palm, and gently wrote two characters on his hand with her fingertip.
—Jialan.
