Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 65

Chapter 65

Long ago, Ning Huaishan once told Fang Chu that if there was a place in this world where deities would never appear, it surely would be Quebuluo. The most unimaginable thing for him in his life was to see a deity in Quebuluo. (This also means birds nest.)

Later, Ning Huaishan also confided to Fang Chu that the most unimaginable thing in his life was for the city lord to be absent, and for them to have to live together with a celestial being from the heavens.

Now, both scenarios had come to pass.

Standing in the city lord’s bedroom, Ning Huaishan wondered what virtues or abilities he possessed to face these two situations alone, simultaneously. Perhaps, he thought, he had committed some grave sins.

From the moment he had chased after them and witnessed the self-sealed gates of Quebuluo being blasted open by the celestial being, he found himself in a state of utter astonishment.

It was either a dream, or he had gone mad.

Twenty-five years had passed.

He could never have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that twenty-five years later, his return to Quebuluo would depend on a celestial being. When he crossed the threshold, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Quebuluo was actually quite large, with winding corridors and numerous buildings, its layout forming a complex array. Any stranger entering would easily get lost among the corridors, unable to distinguish one room from another, let alone find the city lord’s quarters.

Overwhelmed by shock, Ning Huaishan almost forgot to guide the way.

It was only upon stepping into the corridor that he suddenly remembered to speak up, but before he could, he saw the celestial being stride directly towards the city lord’s bedroom without missing a step, as if familiar with the way.

Ning Huaishan missed his step and stumbled down three stairs.

As he stumbled, he thought to himself, “Fang Chu, come and see this,” but Fang Chu was nowhere to be seen.

He followed the celestial being into the room, unable to intervene, until he saw the being lifting the city lord onto the bed. Only then did he find an opportunity to speak up, taking a deep breath to say, “Celestial being.”

He wanted to explain that the city lord, no matter what situation he found himself in, would always leave a bit of his consciousness aware. Whether asleep or unconscious, they had absurdly believed that even in death, the city lord would retain a sliver of consciousness.

This bit of consciousness was more terrifying than when fully awake, as any contact would trigger a deadly move, and any mishandling could be fatal.

When they had sneaked into the Northern Region of Canglang during its destruction, what they saw confirmed this. The city lord, barely breathing moments before, would tear apart any beast that attacked him and then lightly land on a dry branch.

Ning Huaishan felt that it was only upon landing on the tree that the city lord lethargically half-opened his eyes.

Thus, although they could normally speak with the city lord, they trembled that night, fearing his unclear state of mind.

This was especially true during the city lord’s tribulation periods, when he extremely disliked having others around. At critical moments, the doors would be sealed, and no sound from inside could be heard by anyone outside.

Yet, just as Ning Huaishan finished saying “extremely,” he saw the celestial being gently touch the city lord’s forehead.

Right after he finished saying “very” twice, he saw Tianxiu bending down and lightly touching the forehead of the city lord.

Ning Huai Shan “….”

Ning Huai Shan “…..”

For a moment, he couldn’t understand whether this action was to check for spirits or to check the temperature.

If it was to check for spirits, a finger would suffice.

If it was to check the temperature,

What the heck, with a body as cold as ice during the tribulation period, one could feel it from a distance, there was no need to check.

Then he saw Tianxiu, with his eyes lowered, pressing his finger against the side of the city lord’s face, with his thumb lightly brushing over it. The place brushed seemed to have gained a bit of faint blood color, but it quickly turned pale again.

Ning Huai Shan pondered for a moment and dared not move.

Only then did Tianxiu turn his face to glance at him, his brows still furrowed, and said, “What were you about to say just now?”

Ning Huai Shan stepped back and said, “I didn’t speak.”

In that moment, he recalled many fragments: he remembered the scene he saw at the Feng family earlier; he recalled when he first entered Zhaoye City, and the city lord allowed Tianxiu passage with the Qingming lantern; and even earlier, some reactions and actions that confused him. He suddenly had an epiphany—Tianxiu, the immortal, might be planning to help their city lord through the tribulation period.

How to help, I don’t know.

Anyway, his running is correct.

“Tianxiu, I’ll go first,” Ning Huaishan also didn’t know what he was saying, hastily making up an excuse, “Fang Chu has been silent for too long, I’ll go look.”

After he finished speaking, he quickly jogged out of the bedroom, and just as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a “bang” sound—

The door shut right against the back of his head.

Ning Huaishan ” “—

He felt that if he had been slower, he would have been caught in the door.

He had just descended the steps when suddenly, from outside the courtyard, he heard vague voices getting closer. Among the indistinct chatter, titles like “City Lord” and “Former City Lord” could be heard.

Ning Huaishan was momentarily stunned, thinking this was bad.

With such a commotion from the door not being closed, thirty-three thunders crashing down, everyone in Zhao Ye City, unless deaf or dead, probably knew about it by now. It was imaginable how many people would come at the sound, and among them, how many harbored ill intentions.

But Que Buluo’s self-seclusion had already begun, and with these people crowded around, it was as if the gates were wide open—

Ning Huaishan’s scalp exploded—

He had some reputation in Zhao Ye City, but with Fang Chu not around and Que Buluo’s generals down to him alone, he couldn’t withstand many with just two fists.

While lamenting his fate, his hands grasped at the air, and in a blink of an eye, poison filled the air.

Just as he was about to rush to the door with a stern face, he suddenly heard a sound of clashing metal, faint yet distinct.

Ning Huaishan paused his steps and looked up following the sound.

Above Que Buluo, a flash of golden light passed, like the occasional shimmer of waves on a lake, piercing straight down from the dome above.

The golden light flowed to the four directions, enveloping Que Buluo’s layered pavilions, connected corridors, and the vast courtyard tightly.

Ning Huaishan had rarely seen such a thing, and he stood agape for a long while. It wasn’t until he smelled a scent of cold frost and cold iron that he belatedly realized this was a sealing barrier set up by Tianxiu, wrapping the entire Que Buluo.

Before the sealing barrier descended, voices from outside the courtyard could faintly be heard getting closer.

When the barrier fully formed, those noises were completely blocked out.

The barrier was like an unbreakable wall of copper and iron, not only protecting the still unconscious Wu Xingxue inside the house but also him outside.

Ning Huaishan suddenly felt a mix of emotions, quite complicated.

An immortal, protecting the Zhao Ye City’s Mo Ku, a desolate mansion coveted by everyone.

And this was once the residence of the biggest demon in Zhao Ye City.

It was miraculous; he looked up, feeling a moment of déjà vu.

It was as if he and Fang Chu had once smelled Tianxiu’s immortal aura in this mansion.

As if even further back, he had looked up in the same way, watching his city lord standing on the high eaves, holding a jade wine pot, smilingly inviting another person over.

Ning Huaishan wondered if he was possessed.

He needed Fang Chu by his side so badly at the moment, but that damned Fang Chu was nowhere to be seen.

Ning Huaishan walked to the edge of the courtyard, stretched out his hand to form a seal, and probed the aura outside the courtyard. He detected many strangers and familiar people, including the smiling subordinate who often followed Xue Li.

But there was no sign of Fang Chu.

He felt both puzzled and bewildered, pulling out a talisman paper, biting his finger to draw a few lines on it before throwing it out. He was most skilled in using poison, and he hadn’t learned much about talisman papers, yet it seemed like he was born with some knowledge of them.

However, being a little demon, it was odd that his natural talent wasn’t in lethal techniques but in mundane things like seeking people, sending messages, and other minor tricks usually used by children during play. Most absurdly, he could even light lamps and set off fireworks.

He once doubted whether in his past life he had lived too well, and the people teaching him were just playing with him, or if he was simply a fool.

He was very familiar with using the seeking person talisman, hiding his aura before throwing it out.

Unexpectedly, the talisman paper didn’t head towards Luo Hua Platform or any specific direction but aimlessly fluttered about before burning up on its own.

This type of symbol art has been passed down for a hundred years without interruption. Whether it’s for good or evil, using it is generally the same, and even if it’s passed down to future generations, it won’t change much.

The only situation where such a sudden appearance occurs is when someone is no longer present.

At least, he couldn’t be found in this world.

“Could he still be stuck in the past without coming out?”

Ning Huaishan muttered to himself, tossing two more search symbols to find Fang Chu, but the results were the same.

What about that thief, Yiwu Sheng?

Ning Huaishan switched to another target, tossing several search symbols in succession, only to find that Yiwu Sheng was the same as Fang Chu.

They really hadn’t been brought out and were still in the past.

Did something go wrong, or did they encounter something?

Ning Huaishan was uncertain and couldn’t easily leave the Sparrow Falls. He had to sit down on the white stone steps, habitually guarding the city lord while trying to send a message to Fang Chu and Yiwu Sheng.

The steps Ning Huaishan was sitting on were the same ones Fang Chu had sat on years ago.

There was a ban on the bedroom by Wu Xingxue, so no sound could escape, and the people inside wouldn’t come out. Fang Chu understood that it was a form of protection for him, as an unconscious city lord was truly terrifying.

It was because he knew this that he couldn’t just ignore it.

The snow in the Sparrow Falls courtyard was deep, and it was chilling. Following his usual habit, Fang Chu spent the night in his room, waiting until the killing intent outside the ban subsided before returning to guard the city lord’s door.

As he circulated his inner energy to ward off the cold, he kept an eye on the movements inside and outside the courtyard.

It was at that moment that he sensed the presence of intruders.

“Ignorant fools,” Fang Chu sneered softly at the time, leaping onto the roof.

He had learned a trick from the city lord, dividing his consciousness to attack one place while hiding his breath to strike at another.

After a little effort, he managed to catch two snooping figures from a hidden corner.

There was a pool of blood under the tree, so Fang Chu bound and gagged the two figures, then walked to the window of the bedroom.

The wide window was the closest to the bedside. It was tightly closed at the moment, with deep darkness visible through the carved gaps, unable to see inside or hear any sound, a dead silence.

But Fang Chu knew that Wu Xingxue could hear him.

So he took a deep breath, gently knocked on the window frame, and said, “City Lord, someone got bored and trespassed into Sparrow Falls, but they’re already tied up. There shouldn’t be any trouble. I left them by the blood pool, waiting for the city lord to deal with them when you come out.”

What Fang Chu didn’t know was that when he called out “City Lord,” in the room separated by only one window, a thin, white hand stretched out from the curtain, first gripping a carved flower on the window frame, then sliding down.

It touched the white jade bell lying quietly in the corner, and where its fingers brushed, the bell became damp.

Just as the hand was about to grasp the bell into its palm, another hand, with distinct and straight knuckles, reached out, clasping the first hand and pulling it back.

Amidst the chaos, the faint scent of blood mingled with the cold breath of iron slowly flowed out, filling the entire secret place.

A hoarse voice sounded amidst the chaos, saying, “Xiao Fuxuan.”

“Have I killed you?”

Have I killed you, on that tall tower?

Countless times, the exact number is unclear.

In that moment, all senses were vivid and intense.

Joy and sorrow intertwined. In his eyes, there was both a sudden confusion and the rising red from the depths of his eyes.

Perhaps it was because it was too intense, almost engraved into his bones.

Wu Xingxue woke up in that moment.

As he broke free from the dream, the chilling sensation that had seeped into his bones during the transition became thicker, like a mist that couldn’t be dispelled no matter how hard he tried.

Equally clear was the presence of another person. The person’s energy continuously flowed into his meridians, mingling with the currents within his body.

Wherever that energy flowed, the bone-chilling cold would ease slightly, like plunging icy hands into a hot spring.But it was only a moment.

The chaotic mingling of warmth and cold mirrored exactly what he experienced in his dream.

Too many fragmented scenes from his dreams rushed in, too many emotions surged into his chest, and for a moment, he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to say or do.

He couldn’t open his eyes, nor could he open his mouth.

In the end, he softly uttered a name in his heart, “Xiao Fuxuan.”

He thought the other person wouldn’t hear it, that no one could hear it.

But he was wrong.

Their energies entwined and connected.

Xiao Fuxuan’s voice still echoed against his heart, resonating within his body, saying, “Awake.”

“Xiao Fuxuan,” Wu Xingxue whispered again.

“I’m here,” the other person replied solemnly.

The last sentence from the dream surged up along with the tall tower of the constantly open southern window. Wu Xingxue asked hoarsely, “Xiao Fuxuan, why is your residence called ‘Under the Southern Window’?”

Xiao Fuxuan fell into silence.

“Is it because of the tower at Jingguan where you once lived?”

“Wu Xingxue, have I ever killed you?”

“Have I killed you more than once?”

At that moment, even the blood flowing in his body became quiet and silent. Only the energy enveloping his heart carried a warm, heavy tremor.

Xiao Fuxuan said, “I’ve forgotten.”

After a moment of silence, his voice resumed, “I only care about the present.”

He spoke as if consoling someone, deeply saying, “Wu Xingxue, you dreamed of me.”

The Spirit King possesses a magical instrument called the “Dream Bell,” upon which the dreams of immortals rely. And the hardest person in the world to dream of is the Spirit King himself. Unless influenced by holding the Dream Bell, dreams of life, death, love, and hate are all difficult to enter. Even if one becomes a demon, it remains the same.

But now, he didn’t have the dream bell in his hand, not even hanging from his waist.

The tiny white jade bell lay far away on the corner of the bed table, having no influence on him whatsoever.

Yet, he entered the dream.

Xiao Fuxuan said, “You dreamt of me too.”

You’ve killed me, saved me.

Now dreaming of me,

You’re thinking of me.

Upon hearing these words, Wu Xingxue’s breathing suddenly eased.

Blood surged through his body, energy protecting all vital points, encircling his heart. Everywhere it passed, there was the warm and gentle breath of Tianxiu.

In that moment, the cold and pain momentarily eased, and Wu Xingxue finally opened his eyes.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan’s pure as cold jade brows and eyes, just like they were hundreds of years ago when they first met in the immortal city. Those long eyes carried the light of lamps, cascading down along the bridge of his nose.

Xiao Fuxuan lightly pinched his chin with his thumb, leaning in close.

Like this on the eaves of the immortal city hundreds of years ago.

Like this on the bed in Sparrowfall decades ago.

And now, it’s still the same.

But when their noses almost touched, Xiao Fuxuan paused for a moment, not kissing directly. Instead, his half-closed eyes flickered and landed on Wu Xingxue’s lips.

He whispered softly, “Open your mouth.”