webnovelfull Chapter 1806 A Rare Moment of Peace
Chapter 1806 A Rare Moment of Peace
Fairy Yueyao listened, her expression softening slightly, and nodded: "It shall be handled accordingly. Elder Xingyan, I will still need to trouble you to deduce the secrets of heaven, and pay special attention to the movements and fates of Lingxuzi and Mingchuan."
Yue Xingyan pondered for a moment and slowly nodded: "Alright. But Ling Xuzi's realm has reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, which will cause great interference. Mingchuan is even more shrouded in mystery... I can only do my best."
"Thank you for your trouble." Yueyao nodded slightly, then her gaze swept across the entire room, her tone suddenly turning stern, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"What was said in the hall today must not be circulated outside! The matter of ascending the Cloud Platform must be reported uniformly! Anyone who outwardly complies but inwardly defies it, leaks information, or undermines morale—"
A wisp of extremely cold moonlight flashed from her fingertips, and a jade pillar made of moonlight in a corner of the hall, which required several people to encircle, was silently reduced to dust!
"Just like this pillar!"
All the elders and deacons felt a chill run down their spines and bowed in unison: "We humbly obey the fairy's command!"
"You may all leave." Yueyao waved her hand and closed her eyes, looking slightly tired.
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quietly withdrew from the Lan Yue Palace.
In the empty hall, only Yue Yao remained, along with Yue Wuhen and two others who were bowing below.
After a long while, Yueyao slowly opened her eyes. The cold and stern demeanor from before was gone, replaced by a deep, sea-like chill and a trace of defeat.
“Mingchuan…” she parted her red lips slightly, uttering these two words as if chewing on some kind of deadly poison, “and Lingxuzi…”
"If I don't avenge this, I, this fairy, swear I will not be human!"
She clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm, drawing out a few strands of pale gold blood, but she was completely unaware of it.
“Fairy,” Yue Wuhen hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “Should we report to the Abbot…?”
Yueyao was silent for a moment, then shook her head: "Master is in seclusion at a critical juncture, trying to break through to that next step... We cannot disturb him. We will handle this matter ourselves."
She gazed at the boundless sea of clouds and starry sky outside the palace, her eyes once again hardening with cold calculation and resolve:
"Order all spies lurking in the Spirit Realm to activate the second phase of the Eclipse Project."
"Target: Wanchuan Sect and all its related forces."
"I want them to crumble from the inside out, little by little!"
The three of them, Yue Wuhen and Yue Yao, exchanged glances. Their eyes flashed with solemnity, but more than anything, they showed absolute obedience to Yue Yao's orders.
"Yes!"
The three accepted the order and their figures slowly dissipated within the hall.
Yueyao stood alone on the high platform, the moonlight illuminating her stunning yet cold profile.
After a long while, a very soft whisper, yet filled with endless resentment and ambition, dissipated in the cold moonlight:
“Lingyu…Mingchuan…we…have a long future ahead of us.”
……
In the following days, Wangxiantai seemed to become a strangely tranquil place in the eye of the storm in the spiritual realm.
The truth about the tragedy at Dengyuntai, under the deliberate guidance of the five major sects and the prestige of Master Lingxu, spread in a controlled manner among the higher-ups and core disciples of the Spirit Realm.
Various feelings of grief and indignation are settling down and transforming into a more urgent consensus on improving strength and uniting for self-reliance.
In the area of Wangxiantai, which was shrouded by the combined formation, life was simple yet fulfilling.
Following Mingchuan's inspiring declaration, the competition continued with unprecedented fervor and purity.
On the arena, the spiritual light shone brighter than ever before, and the shouts were even louder. Every exchange was fought with all their might, not only for personal glory and opportunities, but also as if they were carrying the belief of vindicating the Spirit Realm and bringing honor to themselves.
After a short rest, most of the survivors of Dengyuntai chose to return to the arena.
They may still bear unhealed wounds, but their eyes burn with a flame of rebirth. Their fighting style is often more valiant and decisive, winning the sincere respect and cheers of the original cultivators of Wangxiantai.
Mingchuan's injuries healed extremely quickly under the nourishment of the Green-Faced Fox's primal power.
Within two or three days, he was back to normal, and even benefited from the misfortune. His mid-Nascent Soul stage was completely stabilized, and his understanding of the laws of space seemed to have advanced to a higher level.
However, heeding the advice of Master Lingxu and the Green-Faced Fox, he did not rush to cultivate or deal with complicated matters, but instead truly relaxed himself and enjoyed this rare peace.
Most of the time, he was just like an ordinary spectator, mingling among the crowd watching the matches on the stage with great interest.
When you see something exquisite, you can't help but clap your hands and cheer.
When they see a familiar disciple appear, they pay extra attention and occasionally send a few words of guidance via telepathy.
Ah Xiong and Zhao Hu initially followed him closely like two guardian deities, but he dismissed them with a mix of amusement and exasperation, sending them off to attend to their own business.
Leng Xi, Ran Qianqian, and Dong Chuyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, no longer living in constant fear.
With them by his side, Mingchuan finally felt exceptionally comfortable, no longer fighting alone and retreating to a corner to heal his wounds like before.
Lingxu Zhenren and the three great spirit beasts became the anchors of Wangxiantai.
They don't often show themselves, spending most of their time resting or communicating in temporary quiet rooms, but their very presence gives everyone a great sense of security.
Occasionally, Master Lingxu would appear on the high platform of the viewing platform, quietly looking down with a distant gaze, lost in thought.
The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.
Mingchuan avoided the busiest central arena area and wandered alone to a relatively quiet spot under an ancient tree on the edge of Wangxiantai.
Here, the view is expansive, offering a distant view of the vast mountain range and the faint remnants of Dengyuntai.
He leaned against an ancient tree, a stem of an unknown spiritual herb dangling from his mouth, squinting as he enjoyed the long-lost bliss of not having to think about anything.
Footsteps sounded softly behind me, carrying a familiar, cool fragrance.
Mingchuan didn't turn around, but a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Wife, what brings you here?"
Leng Xi walked to his side and stood beside him, gazing into the distance. Her cool profile appeared much softer in the sunlight.
"I saw you sneak out, so I followed you. Your injury has just healed, so don't stay out in the wind for too long."
"I'm not that delicate." Mingchuan laughed and naturally put his arm around her shoulder. "Senior Qingmianhu said I'm as strong as a stone-patterned bear."
Leng Xi nestled in his arms, not arguing, but simply humming softly. Feeling the warmth and strong heartbeat emanating from him, her tense heartstrings finally relaxed completely.
The two embraced quietly, watching the clouds drift by, and time seemed to slow down.
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Xi suddenly spoke softly: "These days... are truly wonderful."
Mingchuan lowered his head and placed a kiss on her hair: "Yes, it's so nice. I wish it could always be like this."
But he knew it was impossible.
Yueyao and Longyin Temple will never let this go easily. The integration within the Spirit Realm has only just begun, and the hidden dangers of the Demon Abyss have not been completely eradicated.
A brief period of peace is for accumulating strength to prepare for even greater storms.
“We will protect this peace.” Leng Xi seemed to understand his thoughts, raised her head, looked at him with clear eyes, and said firmly, “Together.”
"Yes, together." Mingchuan tightened his arms and nodded emphatically.
A little while later, Ran Qianqian's energetic shouts came from afar: "Mingchuan! Lengxi! Where have you been hiding? Chuyan made some new desserts, come and try them! If you don't come soon, that silly Xiong will eat them all!"
Mingchuan and Lengxi exchanged a smile.
“Let’s go,” Mingchuan said, taking Lengxi’s hand. “If we don’t go now, Qianqian will start nagging again.”
The two walked hand in hand toward the lively and warm campsite.
The setting sun cast long shadows of them, intertwining them as if they could never be separated.