NOVEL NEXT Ch. 16
Chapter 16: Immortal Fairy’s Little Servant
Lu Changyuan closed his eyes, carefully listening to the Courtesan Queen’s lyrics.
He seemed to have heard them somewhere before, yet he could not recall.
Xia Lianxue considerately took away Lu Changyuan’s teacup and said: “Young Master, that Courtesan Queen is the Young Master of the Blood Demon Palace, Blood Yanluo.”
Ever since he had taught her a sword move in the afternoon, Xia Lianxue’s attitude had become surprisingly good, busying herself like a little maidservant.
Even Immortal Fairies needed to be given grass before they could run like horses.
“How did you know?”
Xia Lianxue answered patiently: “In the cultivation world today, those who cultivate the Yin-Yang Path and are approaching the Fifth Realm, there is probably only the Young Master of the Blood Demon Palace. He is quite famous, not cultivating the Blood Path, but cultivating Yin-Yang.”
Lu Changyuan suddenly said: “The Blood Path is indeed simpler than the Yin-Yang Path, only it is easier for the Desire Demon to take advantage and enter.”
He turned his head to look at Xia Lianxue.
The fireworks above dyed the maiden’s pretty face a warm yellow.
Her long, delicate eyelashes fluttered as if containing starlight, her eyes clear and gentle, like rippling spring water.
Today, the Immortal Fairy only wore a plain dress, without a veil.
The skin of her neck was as clear as jade, incomparably beautiful.
Xia Lianxue felt a bit shy under Lu Changyuan’s gaze and softly murmured: “Young Master?”
“What Path do you cultivate?”
“Before, it was the Sword Path.”
Lu Changyuan opened his mouth, but said nothing.
Instead, he frowned, turning to the glittering surface of the lake.
He felt an ominous premonition, as if something was about to happen.
On the lake’s surface was reflected the moon.
The fragmented ripples could not suppress the reflection of the boundless starry river.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from nowhere.
“The Heaven-Mending Pill has emerged!”
Lu Changyuan’s eyes seemed to be touched, and a note appeared with care.
【Time until the Heaven-Mending Pill emerges: Four Days Remaining】
One hour earlier.
Inside a painted boat by the lakeshore.
Elder Zhen, pale-faced and dragging his severed arm, came to meet Blood Yanluo.
Blood Yanluo was painting his brows, not even turning back to look at Elder Zhen, only saying: “How many did you kill?”
“Qiu Yuehan was not killed, but Xia Lianxue most likely cannot survive.”
“Is that so?”
Blood Yanluo spoke with a steady male voice: “If you truly killed Xia Lianxue, that would count as profit. I never expected you to kill both.” He let out a cold laugh: “But how is it I heard that this morning, a youth took Xia Lianxue to a noodle shop at the city’s edge, and they ate noodles?”
Elder Zhen said in disbelief: “Impossible, how could that slut Han Yi possibly let Xia Lianxue live? She is...”
Blood Yanluo raised his hand, and Elder Zhen immediately shut his mouth, no longer daring to mention Xia Lianxue.
“That’s right, I was just about to report to you. That youth was very strange. He clearly seemed to have no strength at all, yet made me feel a premonition of death…”
“Not surprising.”
Blood Yanluo picked up lip paper, placed it in his mouth, and gently pressed.
His lips then became strikingly red, as if smeared with blood: “In this cultivation world, those who must not be provoked are precisely the ones who appear to have no cultivation realm, and those who look like children but are ancient monsters.”
These words were spoken in the past by Daoist Chang’an.
Both the righteous and demonic paths deeply agreed.
Elder Zhen gritted his teeth: “Han Yi killed two of our people and severed my arm.”
“If she did not kill two of ours, how could she prove she is still a righteous immortal of the Jade Palace?” Blood Yanluo sneered coldly: “As for your severed arm, if you are unwilling, then seek revenge on her yourself in the future. Why are you barking here before me?”
Elder Zhen dared not retort.
Because ever since this Young Master abolished his Blood Path cultivation and switched to the Yin-Yang Path, his moods had become unpredictable.
If angered, the consequences were not something Elder Zhen dared imagine.
“After this matter ends, do not involve me in the Palace’s affairs. As for the position of Young Master, Father can simply choose one among my thirty-some brothers and sisters.”
Seeing Blood Yanluo’s mood turn wrong, Elder Zhen quickly said: “Young Master, we happened to find a girl with a fate of bitter blood...”
Blood Yanluo paused, cast a glance: “Bring her to see me tomorrow.”
Someone nervously entered: “Young Master, the Second Prince has arrived.”
“Go treat your broken arm. Don’t come here to sell your misery. In the coming days, I may still have use for you.”
Elder Zhen lowered his head in acknowledgment, slowly leaving, but in his heart secretly cursed True Person Han Yi.
That slut had injured his arm and even left sword energy within it, causing his wound to refuse to heal, wracking him with nightly agony.
The Second Prince soon entered.
“Something has happened.”
“If there is something, say it. Must I ask you?”
The Second Prince hurriedly spoke: “My Third Sister has returned, and she has already entered the palace to see Father Emperor.”
Blood Yanluo showed no urgency: “Cihang Palace’s chief disciple—since childhood she cultivated in that Black Domain. Now she returns, her purpose unknown. What are you panicking for? Could it be she has a good relationship with your elder brother?”
How could the Second Prince not panic: “No, Third Sister... since childhood she has been cold and indifferent. Even my elder brother rarely saw her.”
“If she does not support your elder brother, then why are you anxious?” Blood Yanluo sneered: “You haven’t even confirmed whether the Emperor is dead, yet you’re already so desperate?”
The Second Prince hesitated: “Most likely he is gone. Father Emperor has long been gravely ill, and with the backlash of the Dragon Vein’s disturbance, he has not attended court for many days. What I fear is that Third Sister returns at this very moment—could it be she also desires the throne, to become the Empress!”
Blood Yanluo did not even care to glance at this prince whose head was filled only with the throne: “The status of Cihang Palace’s chief disciple is far more important than the Glazed Dynasty’s throne. She is likely here for the Heaven-Mending Pill.”
Not yet having stepped into the Immortal Path, one could not understand the true weight of the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces, nor the immense power of the Black Domain’s Cihang Palace.
As for how important Su Yuwan, chief disciple of Cihang Palace, truly was, the Second Prince could not even begin to imagine.
The Second Prince stomped anxiously: “Had I known, I would have spread a different rumor. Now that she has returned, the situation will be uncontrollable.”
“You came to collude with my Blood Demon Palace, wanting to take advantage of the Crown Prince’s absence to stir chaos and seize the throne—why would you think that is controllable?”
“It was you who came to me! I never thought of contending for the throne with my elder brother!”
Blood Yanluo had no desire to argue further: “If you truly fear that things will be delayed, step by step, then begin your move tonight.”
This was precisely the Second Prince’s intent.
Seeing Blood Yanluo agree, he could not contain his joy.
But still uncertain, he asked: “Could it not be done sooner?”
Blood Yanluo waved his hand: “The formation has not yet been completed. The dynasty’s Dragon Vein has not yet been severed. Even if you rush, it is useless.”
The Second Prince prepared to leave, but just as he was about to step out, he suddenly asked: “The Heaven-Mending Pill is merely fabricated, it does not truly exist, does it?”
What answered him was only Blood Yanluo’s silent back.
He had no choice anymore.
Ever since the Blood Demon Palace found him, he had impulsively agreed.
This throne must be seized, whether willing or not.
Blood Yanluo slowly stood up, bowed, marked a red stroke at the center of his brows, and began to sing:
“Strings of brocade severed.
Green lanterns extinguished.
What wind and moon drawn back, not like a friend.
Drink rivers dry, sorrows remain unperturbed.
Envy those ethereal guests who ascend as immortals.
No, no, no.”