**Chapter 0** 44. Rushing Towards a Dead End
“Master will certainly not expect me to be here at this time!” Ye Qishuang’s eyes intertwined with joy and anticipation. In this world, there were very few things that could make the generation’s Ancestor Ye so excited.
To be precise, even she herself had not expected that after Zhao Xinting successfully broke through to the Realm Lord Realm, she would immediately come with an external incarnation to temporarily guard the Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace, allowing Palace Lord Ye, who wholeheartedly devoted herself to serving and striving for the sect, to finally snatch half a day of leisure.
“Because of Master’s influence, Eldest Senior Brother seems to have really changed a lot, not just his temperament… But I can’t quite pinpoint what exactly is different.” Ye Qishuang pondered, but could not arrive at a definite answer, only feeling deep admiration. “Master is truly a magical person!”
“Achoo!”
At this moment, Ye Qishuang sneezed without warning, covering her mouth in surprise.
For someone at her level, it was impossible to catch a cold. Instead, it was an interesting little trick that came with being the master of the ‘Mother of Cursed Gods’ Dharma Image.
“Is someone cursing me nearby?”
Only within her sight, in the direction of Star-Shifting Pavilion, a faint red glow suddenly rippled.
…
“Yu Rong, you are becoming more and more unbearably arrogant!”
Lan Surou roared, immediately forming a battle formation with three other female cultivators from the Hidden Immortal Tower. The four natal spirit tools, ‘Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua’ (Zither, Go, Books, Painting), in their hands, shone in succession.
Shangguan Xiu held a bright silver spear exuding icy coldness, his entire body filled with fighting spirit.
“Arrogant?”
Yu Rong sneered repeatedly. The moment her natal spirit tool ‘Thousand Saints Flower’ bloomed in her palm, an extremely terrifying and profound might caused everyone present to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave!
“The grade of this Thousand Saints Flower spirit tool… Your realm?!” Lan Surou exclaimed in shock, letting out a scream.
“I said long ago that no one in this Star-Shifting Pavilion is my match!” Yu Rong’s eyes were cold and arrogant, her tone faintly revealing a hint of madness as she grinned ominically.
“Moreover, times are different now. Even that damned Ye Qishuang facing me here would only have a miserable end of being shattered and their bones turned to dust, their blood splattering across the sky, under my palm!”
Following this, Yu Rong’s eyes flashed, and without hesitation, she immediately reached out towards the Hidden Immortal Map.
And at almost the exact same moment, whether it was Yu Rong or the other female cultivators from the Hidden Immortal Tower, they all felt a terrifying aura that absolutely could not be ignored, rapidly approaching them.
“It’s so lively here. It seems I’ve arrived at just the right time.”
This calm and gentle female voice made everyone’s breath hitch. Upon closer inspection of the newcomer, apart from Shangguan Xiu who was not very familiar with her, everyone from the Hidden Immortal Tower would likely never forget her name in this lifetime.
The entire grand hall fell silent, the air stagnating for about three seconds.
Yu Rong’s eyes trembled, and she suddenly turned around, walking towards Ye Qishuang.
One step! Two steps! Her determined pace was full of force, as if she had been planning this for years.
“Mystic Maiden Palace Lord!” Yu Rong shouted sternly.
“Speak your mind.” Ye Qishuang’s expression remained unchanged.
Yu Rong stopped instantly.
She raised her hand! She bowed! Her posture of saluting was impeccable, undoubtedly tempered a thousand times.
“Rong’er was just saying! How could this small Star-Shifting Pavilion produce a golden phoenix? So it’s you, Sister Ye, gracing us with your presence, bringing glory to this humble abode! It’s been a long time, Sister Ye. You are even more peerlessly elegant and as beautiful as an immortal, making Rong’er feel so ashamed of herself!”
Yu Rong almost tore off her veil, her face beaming with a bright smile, as sweet as honey and comforting to the heart.
The female cultivators of the Hidden Immortal Tower were all stunned as if petrified. Even in the past, Yu Rong only showed such a respectful demeanor in front of the Saint Spirit.
“You are, Yu Rong of the Hidden Immortal Tower?” Ye Qishuang asked with some confusion. “Are we this close?”
Yu Rong’s expression faltered, and she let out a dry laugh. “This, wasn’t it personally instructed by you back then? As long as Sister Ye is here, Rong’er will definitely be humble and cautious, and careful in her actions. In front of you, Rong’er is nothing, at most… a silly girl!”
“Was my temper really that bad before?” Ye Qishuang chuckled in speechlessness. “However, if others do not offend me, I will not offend them. Towards those who actively provoke me, I have never shown a good face.”
“Sister Ye, you teach me a lesson. Rong’er will definitely reflect well and dare not forget. However, I do not know why Sister Ye has set foot on this humble ground? And Rong’er at this moment… is about to discipline my own house.” In Yu Rong’s opinion, Ye Qishuang could never have imagined her true intentions, so as long as she engaged in superficial pleasantries, she would not have any conflict with her.
“I have a question.”
However, no one would have expected that within Ye Qishuang’s sight, Yu Rong’s entire being was emitting a dense blood-red glow, her profound incantations having nowhere to hide.
“Do you, by any chance, wish for my death?”
In an instant, Yu Rong’s face changed drastically, and she retreated with a violent speed like a startled bird.
“As expected, I can never underestimate you, Ye Qishuang, at any time!” Yu Rong’s face was as cold as ice. She suddenly took out a pitch-black strange stone from her Nascent Void Ring and activated it with all her spiritual power, a look of intense heartache flashing in her eyes.
At this moment, everyone felt a unique aura from the Way of Space. Yu Rong, who was originally far away, crossed the dense defenses of the four female cultivators from the Hidden Immortal Tower and slapped the Hidden Immortal Map with her palm!
“B*tch Ye Qishuang, the next time we meet will be your day of death!”
Following this, a bizarre dark light directly enveloped and swallowed both Yu Rong and the Hidden Immortal Map, and the two instantly disappeared without a trace.
“This is bad!”
“The Hidden Immortal Map!”
The female cultivators screamed in shock and anger.
Ye Qishuang remained standing in place, quietly looking at the spot where Yu Rong had disappeared.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter what you think. There are too many people in the Cultivation World who curse me to death day and night. I no longer care that much, it’s just…” Ye Qishuang lowered her head to look at the Spirit Blood Seal in her palm, feeling the connection that was once close at hand but was now rapidly moving away. Her beautiful eyes suddenly turned terrifyingly murderous. “Why did you have to rush towards a dead end?”
“Members of the Hidden Immortal Tower!”
“Present!”
Lan Surou and the others responded quickly.
“It is said that Yu Rong has been deposed from her position as Flower Lord by your Hidden Immortal Tower, so even if she were to be utterly annihilated, it should not matter, right?”
“This… we need to report this to the Saint Spirit immediately.”
“Never mind, I was just asking casually. After all, the one who was taken away by Yu Rong just now, if anything were to happen to her… your sect’s Saint Spirit likely wouldn’t be qualified to bear the responsibility!” As she spoke, Ye Qishuang turned and left.
Lan Surou and the others screamed in disbelief. “Palace Lord Ye, you, you mean to say that an extraordinary being has condescended to enter our sect’s Hidden Immortal Map in secret? How is this possible?”
For a moment, Ye Qishuang smiled helplessly, but more than that, she felt a deep and lingering affection.
“There’s nothing that can be done. When a person is too outstanding, so exceptionally peerless that all beings in the world cannot match their lofty solitude! The one in this Cultivation World who least treats her as a great figure is none other than herself.”
