Chapter 3 Part 2
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Chapter 3 Part 2: To Whom Does It Go? (2)
It was much warmer inside the room, but Bai Lian’s heart could not warm after seeing the person lying on the bed.
This was a disappointing result.
That person indeed came from the Hades Hall, but he was not the Lord of the Hades Hall she was looking for.
This man wore a black robe and had an eerie aura; he was clearly Yougui, the man who had once taken her to the Hades Hall!
Bai Lian released her Divine Sense.
With just a bit of investigation, she realized that Yougui’s soul was broken and could vanish at any time. It was clearly impossible to get any information related to the Hades Hall out of him.
Qianxue’s voice sounded in Bai Lian’s ears:
“I was the one who found him at the foot of the mountain yesterday morning. I’m not quite sure what happened at Hades Hall, but I think it’s probably due to some internal strife. It’s an old tradition of the Hades Hall.”
“…”
This.
All right.
Actually, when collaborating with Xuezhan, Bai Lian had found out from her brief remarks that someone from the Hades Hall had become an insider for Wuheng Snow Valley.
Nobody had expected that after the pressure from Wuheng Snow Valley was gone, the Hades Hall would completely collapse.
That ice palace floating in the sky may not have been the “throne” of North Luozhou, but it was still one of the most supreme artifacts.
Could a mere insider really have caused the fall of the Hades Hall?
“Is White Emperor Bai Lian here to find the child’s father?”
Bai Lian responded to Qianxue, “Exactly.”
Qianxue walked up to the shelf, took something out, and said, “I haven’t seen him for many years. However, White Emperor Bai Lian, don’t worry. I still have ways to find him.”
“Oh?”
Qianxue took out tea leaves and a tea set.
She invited Bai Lian to sit at the table in the backyard.
“Please~”
Bai Lian followed her words.
Qianxue gracefully brewed a pot of tea.
To be honest, this didn’t mean much in the eyes of Bai Lian, who had a very high level of tea art skills.
But she still waited patiently for Qianxue’s next move.
Sharpening one’s sword before a battle is always better than rushing forward blindly.
Qianxue narrated:
“Twenty-three years ago, he was defeated by the Snow Spirit Lord in Hengshui Valley. He was cursed by the Snow Spirit Lord’s ‘Dust Snow Curse’ and managed to flee with great difficulty…”
Later.
Near this mountain, Qianxue, while taking a stroll, found the Lord of the Hades Hall severely injured and close to death.
How can the complexities of human relationships be explained in just a few words?
In short.
Qianxue and the Lord of the Hades Hall fell in love over time.
Despite the deepest feelings, they could not compare to the significance of the Hades Hall in the heart of the Lord of the Hades Hall.
He finally left.
After that, 23 years passed.
“The Dust Snow Curse on him had not been eliminated. It was a curse that the Snow Spirit Lord had exerted all her life force to create. How could it be so easily broken?”
Bai Lian nodded gently.
That Snow Spirit Lord was not Xuezhan, but Xuezhan’s mother; she had been a truly powerful being in all aspects.
“Then you…”
Qianxue poured the red tea and said, “I used myself as a container, secretly establishing a connection to his soul before transferring the Soul Lock of the Dust Snow Curse onto me.”
What the hell!
Bai Lian was taken aback.
Why haven’t you died yet?
But her face didn’t show any signs of abnormality.
Qianxue seemed to have mind-reading skills.
“In reality, I am already dead. Otherwise, how could I leave my daughter alone?”
“I… can’t tell.”
Bai Lian opened her mouth wide.
No matter how she probed, even if she reached into Qianxue’s body with her Divine Sense, Qianxue appeared to be a normal person to her.
Qianxue took a sip of tea and smiled, “Because I have become a mountain spirit through coincidence. This mountain is me, I am this mountain, and I can never leave here.”
Is this the marvel of the world?
The further out she went, the more Bai Lian felt that her knowledge was insufficient.
She could only keep drinking tea.
Qianxue said, “Now I will remove the Soul Lock so you can find him, but it will take a while. If you don’t mind, let’s chat while we wait.”
“Hmm.”
After bowing, Bai Lian began to talk to her about Tong Yao’s daily life in the Duxian sect.
Naturally, in front of Tong Yao’s mother, she only mentioned the good parts.
The “Tong Yao” Qianxue heard about from Bai Lian was a cute, brave, strong, honest, kind, and responsible girl.
“Sometimes she was a little impulsive.”
Bai Lian didn’t forget to mention Tong Yao’s “shortcomings” at the end.
Otherwise, even a mother wouldn’t believe her own daughter was so perfect.
Just as Bai Lian never thought her Martial Sisters and Master were perfect.
They all had shortcomings.
But it was precisely because of these shortcomings that they looked like humans rather than emotionless gods.
“I want to see her with my own eyes,” Qianxue sighed.
She held a cup in both hands, her frown deepening.
Bai Lian smiled and said, “Of course, no problem. After this is over, I’ll bring her to visit you. Oh, let me first show you what she looked like when she was young.”
As she spoke, Bai Lian summoned a water curtain in front of her.
The water curtain displayed Tong Yao’s brilliant smile, as well as her unyielding expression as she tugged at her hair after being teased by the Second Martial Sister.
Now I see, Qianxue smiled.
“I’m relieved.”
Bai Lian suddenly discovered a captivating charm exuding from Qianxue.
No wonder the Lord of the Hades Hall fell in love with her.
Her gossipy side suddenly surfaced.
The hot steam rising from the teacup made Bai Lian’s eyes sparkle.
“Qianxue, what do you like most about the Lord of the Hades Hall?”
“Why would White Emperor Bai Lian be concerned about such a thing?”
Qianxue was slightly surprised, but after looking at Bai Lian’s face for a while, she suddenly smiled.
The wonders of this world lie in…
Even a goddess longs for love.
“He…”
Qianxue supported her left cheek, her eyelashes trembling like snow, and her icy blue pupils gradually “melted.”
“Although I often resent him for leaving me so far away, if I had to say it, I fell in love with him because of his earnestness.”
Twenty-three years ago.
In heavy snow.
A hut.
A fire crackling with firewood.
A dream of leading the Hades Hall to the pinnacle of the world moved a young girl quietly cultivating in the mountains.
“I should have expected that we would be separated,” Qianxue sighed.
Bai Lian took another sip of tea.
It is said that there is something special in tea that conveys the heart of the tea maker.
Is it this faint bitterness?
Suddenly, as Bai Lian was lost in thought, Qianxue asked, “What about you, White Emperor Bai Lian?”
“Eh?”
Bai Lian was completely unprepared for the sudden question.
“I…”
The panic on her face lasted for two breaths before being masked by her Innocent Heart and a spell to control her expression.
Qianxue, of course, noticed.
And she seemed completely unafraid of Bai Lian. The light in her eyes grew brighter.
Bai Lian gave herself two options:
1: Answer truthfully.
2: Say nothing.
No matter which one she chose, there would be no reward.
This time, she chose to be “brave.”
Bai Lian gently tapped the teacup with two fingers. “I like her awkward look when she cares about me.”
She clearly said no.
Inside, she was burning hot.
Just with a touch, it all became completely visible.
If her master were an honest and magnanimous person, then perhaps there would only be respect in her heart, and she would never dare to cross the barrier.
So.
This is destiny!
At the right time, meeting the right person, on the right path, and eventually walking together to the end!
This is it.
The strong charm emanating from Bai Lian mesmerized Qianxue.
Just looking at Bai Lian, Qianxue felt as though she were falling into a “fervent abyss.”
She said softly, “The one who is loved by White Emperor Bai Lian must be very lucky.”
Not at all.
Bai Lian shook her head.
It would probably only give her master a headache.
The two continued drinking tea.
After discussing Tong Yao’s stories, Qianxue suddenly stood up and bowed to Bai Lian.
“Thank you, White Emperor Bai Lian, for believing everything I said.”
Bai Lian quickly rose as well.
“I should be the one thanking you for trusting me. Otherwise, even if I found the Bronze Valley, I might not have been able to find the Lord of the Hades Hall.”
Qianxue smiled lightly and said, “White Emperor Bai Lian, you’re too worried. From the start, I wasn’t concerned that you would harm anyone.”
“Why?”
Bai Lian was puzzled.
Qianxue explained, “I have the ability to see people’s colors.”
“Colors?”
“Yes. People who kill for gain are either red or black. Those who are extremely grief-stricken are blue, and those who are arrogant are orange-red.”
“What about me?”
Bai Lian pointed to herself.
Because of the Future Mirror, she had developed an interest in activities like fortune-telling.
Qianxue pointed to the sky and said, “Your color is like the snowflakes falling from the sky – it is the only white I have ever seen.”
Bai Lian raised her head and followed Qianxue’s finger with her gaze.
She watched as the snowflakes thickened in the dusky black night.
She remembered the poem:
[The Yan Mountain’s snowflakes are as big as blankets, falling piece by piece onto the Xuyuan Terrace.]
Today’s snow is so heavy!
At that moment, a white flower slowly emerged amidst the snow-covered arch.
Even the night became quiet.
Bai Lian reached out and grasped the white flower floating in the air.
“Elder Qianxue, is this the Soul Lock…?”
Her mouth closed.
The snow continued falling, but in the vast backyard, there was no sign of the charming Senior Qianxue—only the still-warm teacup remained.
The so-called Soul Lock was her life.
Bai Lian lowered her head and looked at her hands, where the warm white flower lay.
Indeed.
Of course, Bai Lian is white!
White!
Very white!
Motherf***ing white!
As white as the flying snow!
Bai Lian gently wiped her eyes.
She thought.
Perhaps this is a story of parental love.
She walked through the long corridor and ventured into the captivating snow-filled night.
