Chapter 256: The Person in the Mirror
“To know the past life by knowing the present, and to know destiny by calculating marriage fate.”
Then, who would be his past life, his destiny?
As they watched the young man trapped within the Kunwu Mirror, the three of them couldn’t help but have the same thought.
But in the next moment, just as their perspective was about to follow into the mirror world, it abruptly stopped.
It was as if the image was forcibly interrupted, getting stuck in place.
The atmosphere in the hall became stagnant.
The slowly rotating roulette wheel let out a crisp sound.
A visible crack appeared, starting from the top of the wheel and spreading across its entire surface in the blink of an eye.
The roulette wheel trembled, emitting a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden. Then, its faint glow vanished, leaving behind only a dim, broken shell.
“What’s going on?!”
Soon, suppressed exclamations echoed throughout the hall.
Luo Cong’an’s eyes narrowed, and she was about to stand up but was gently pulled back by a hand.
“Don’t rush.”
Selena spoke softly, then turned her head and stopped the young woman with a look.
“Lord Priest will be fine. Let’s just watch.”
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A quaint bridal chamber, an exquisite rosewood phoenix bed, and the thin veil of gauze draped over it.
Behind the veil, a hazy, slender figure could be seen.
With the veil and head covering obscuring her features, her appearance was indiscernible.
However, her graceful figure beneath the skirt was enough to ignite boundless imagination.
The world within the mirror was merely a fleeting glimpse before vanishing once more.
The young man’s soul was too powerful; even this extremely mystical ‘Kunwu Mirror’ could not hold on for long.
“However… that’s enough.”
A low murmur echoed in the dim mirror world.
The voice was melodious and serene, with a hint of happiness, like a cat that had successfully stolen a treat.
As the words fell, a palm-sized figure materialized out of thin air.
The moment it appeared, it trembled and knelt down.
The figure was cute, with its hair tied up in two high buns at the back of its head.
However, the person who tied them must have been clumsy, as the buns looked rather odd and out of place.
“Sister, please spare me, sob… It took me so long to accumulate thousands of years of spiritual power, but it was all absorbed by that young man just now. I truly don’t have a single drop left…”
The little figure sobbed softly, wiping its tears with one hand as it recounted its tragic experience.
As the Tool Spirit of the Kunwu Mirror, in all its centuries, when had it ever encountered such an unreasonable person?
The young man it had shown, not only was his past life unfathomable, but he also had more than a dozen destined marriage fates.
And yet, this person insisted on it selecting only one of them…
Fine, picking was fine, as it knew that “the wise adapt to circumstances.” The crucial part was that although the young man appeared unremarkable, when it tried to pull him into the mirror world, it sensed a despair as profound as looking up at a towering mountain.
Look at that boundless Sea of Consciousness – how could this be the soul of a Qi Refining cultivator?!
However, with wolves ahead and tigers behind, caught between losing all its “fortune” and immediate demise, it quickly compromised.
After the little figure finished crying, there was no response for a long time.
It nervously looked up, only to find that the terrifying woman had already disappeared.
It blinked, exhaled in relief, and a look of liberation flashed across its face as it slumped onto the ground.
“But… what exactly is that young man’s background?”
In its thousands of years of showing people their destinies with the Kunwu Mirror, when had it ever encountered such a “weirdo”?
Most people have only one red thread representing their destined marriage fate, which cannot be changed in this life. Having two is already extremely rare.
But how could that young man just then be limited to just two?
It was like a spiderweb, intricate and tangled, impossible to unravel.
These young people nowadays are truly… terrifying.
The little figure shook its head, patted its buttocks, and stood up.
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Consciousness seemed to momentarily dislocate.
The auspicious red wedding robe on its body disappeared, and familiar plain clothes gradually returned.
The elaborately decorated wedding chamber also faded away.
The wooden house was still the same wooden house, unchanged. Everything seemed to be just his own illusion.
But Chen An knew it was not an illusion.
Because it was a scene he had personally experienced before.
His gaze slowly fell upon the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror hung high on the wall, reflecting everyone who entered the wooden house.
It was… her?
Looking at the inscription carved on the edge of the bronze mirror, Chen An’s heart stirred.
Distant memories resurfaced, of an exceptionally frail figure.
Delicate and slender, as if she might be blown away by the wind at any moment.
This was the first impression anyone had of her, and Chen An was no exception.
“To know the past life by knowing the present, and to know destiny by calculating marriage fate…”
He softly recited the words again, falling into a moment of silence.
To be honest, these mysterious arts were not uncommon in the cultivation world.
Even before the spiritual energy began to recover on Blue Star, itinerant fortune-tellers and matchmakers were everywhere.
In most cases, it was just for fun.
Chen An naturally thought the same now.
But when one actually had their fortune told, even if they didn’t believe the results, some extraneous thoughts would inevitably arise.
After a short while, he turned around and saw two figures standing there, blank-eyed, dazed, and motionless.
Like him, Lin Jingqiu and Zheng Qing had also fallen into the mirror world. However, Chen An could instantly withdraw, while they could only relive their lives in their “dreams.”
Chen An mused as he stepped forward, took the girl’s hand, and then used her own hand to wipe the drool from her lips.
He wondered what she was dreaming about…
Then, he finally remembered the purpose of his visit to this secret realm and turned to head outside.
The True Person of Spiritual Ruins had always loved spiritual plants and was a renowned master of the subject. Therefore, most of the items he left behind were related to spiritual materials, elixirs, and peculiar treasures.
Some of these items grew in the specially cultivated spiritual fields, while others were stored in the storage bags within the wooden house.
Chen An found the storage bags in a cabinet. However, he wasn’t particularly interested in them. He only took the herbs needed to refine the Meridian-Opening Pill and then put them back.
However, if he had to say, the most precious items in this secret realm, apart from the Kunwu Mirror, would be the ‘Spiritual Ruins’ Scattered Notes.’
The techniques and insights on spiritual plants recorded within were more than enough to establish a new major at the joint cultivation university on Mount Longhu.
After retrieving the herbs, seeing that the two were still in a dazed state, lost in their dreams, Chen An didn’t rush to wake them. Instead, he began to refine medicine on the spot.
Ordinary cultivators performing alchemy paid attention to timing, location, and human harmony, preferably with a suitable cauldron.
But Chen An didn’t need that.
His soul, having gone through nine lifetimes, was dense and powerful enough. Refining medicine directly with the fire of his soul was the most perfect method.
In fact, if he wished, he could even use the world of Blue Star as his cauldron to refine it.
Of course, for others to imitate him would be courting death.
(End of Chapter)
