Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 1092 Seeking Love Amidst Life and Death

It's snowing on Qingwei Mountain!

Liu Wushuang, the leader of the Xuan Nu Sect of Qingwei Mountain, stood outside the ancestral hall, looking at the snow falling all around her, her expression unusually solemn.

There's something unusual about the celestial phenomena!

Liu Wushuang glanced back at the ancestral hall and muttered to herself:

"Xiyi, it's been three days, what exactly happened to you?"

"If there were snow on Qingwei Mountain, it would be more beautiful than here!"

In the desolate Lingxu Mountain, Huang Xiyi once longed for snow to fall on Qingwei Mountain. Her dream came true, and it was because of her that it became a reality.

It really snowed on Qingwei Mountain!

Unfortunately, Huang Xiyi didn't see it, because she had been inside the Xuan Yu Coffin for three days. Since Huang Xiyi entered the Xuan Yu Coffin, it had been snowing on Qingwei Mountain, and the snow had been getting heavier and heavier.

The Ji family sent word to the martial arts world that on the eighth day of next month, the day of the wedding, Huang Xinyi had completely given up hope and had truly decided to enter the Xuan Yu Coffin.

Sect Leader Liu Wushuang was truly helpless. She was not a puppet sect leader, but in many things, she was not in control of her own destiny!

Liu Wushuang knew that Huang Xiyi entering the Xuanyu Coffin was a calamity, or more accurately, a mixed blessing. Compared to marrying into the Ji family, Liu Wushuang also wanted Huang Xiyi to try her luck.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, a person slowly walked towards them—a woman in white monk's robes, her hands twirling prayer beads. Although she wore monk's robes, her long hair flowed freely, indicating she had not shaved her head.

Liu Wushuang, standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, paused for a moment, then took a few steps forward and bowed deeply.

"Disciple Wushuang greets Grandmaster Uncle!"

"Alas, the thousand-year-old lineage of the Xuan Nu Sect of Qingwei Mountain weighs heavily on your shoulders, and it must be tough on you!"

"As the leader of the Xuan Nu Sect, Wushuang should naturally shoulder her responsibilities!"

"For over ten years, you've been blaming me for agreeing to the marriage with the Ji family, haven't you?"

Liu Wushuang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this!

"Disciple dare not!"

“I am a member of the Ji family. It is understandable that you feel that I am loyal to the Ji family. But you should never have taken the thousand-year-old heritage of the Qingwei Mountain Xuan Nu Sect out of spite!”

The woman in white monk's robes did not enter the ancestral hall; she stood at the entrance and watched quietly for a while.

"The Mysterious Maiden is ruthless yet also compassionate; between life and death, there is love. This disciple feels that the Ancestor may have a deeper meaning. Seeking love between life and death, this disciple wants to give Xiyi a chance, which can also be considered as giving the Mysterious Maiden Sect a chance!"

"Seeking love amidst life and death! Xi Yi's Xuan Yin Body has been broken, and she has probably already found her love. That's why I didn't stop her from entering the Xuan Yu Coffin. Alas, foolish child! Love may be possible, but the Xuan Nu will surely perish. Perhaps the Xuan Nu Sect, which is supposed to be about forgetting love, should not exist at all!"

The woman in white monk's robes left, her departing figure so desolate.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what do you mean?"

"The founder of the Xuan Nu Sect is actually surnamed Ji, and comes from the royal family of Yunxia Mountain. The chosen one has entered the world, and the calamity of the Xuan Nu Sect has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Wushuang's expression changed drastically!

"Impossible! Grandmaster Uncle, how could the founder of the Xuan Nu Sect have the surname Ji? Aren't we a lineage of Taoism? We have absolutely no connection with the Ji Family's Holy Emperor Technique!"

The woman in the white monk's robe walked away without responding.

Liu Wushuang frowned deeply, and after a long while, slowly walked into the Ancestral Hall.

The Xuan Yu coffin of the founder of the Xuan Nu sect of Qingwei Mountain has been stored in a dark room behind the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall for a thousand years. It looks ordinary, except that the material of the Xuan Yu is special!

Liu Wushuang kowtowed three times before the memorial tablet, then stood up, walked to the vicinity of the tablet, and looked at the topmost tablet.

It only had four words written on it: Fairy Ling Shuang!

Liu Wushuang murmured:

"Could it be that the founder's name was Ji Ling Shuang? But the Taoist practices of Qingwei Mountain have nothing to do with the Ji family's Holy Emperor Technique. Could it be that the founder distanced himself from the Ji family to seek the methods of the martial world?"

Liu Wushuang couldn't understand it. The Qingwei Mountain Xuan Nu Sect had no record of Ling Shuang Fairy's real name; the only clue was the Yunquan Tomb, because the spirit tablet also had four characters engraved on the back:

Yunquan Tomb and Hut!

It is said that this was the memorial tablet that the Ling Shuang Patriarch carved himself before he died, but five hundred years ago, the Yunquan Tomb Clan was wiped out!

Liu Wushuang couldn't possibly go to the royal family of Yunxia Mountain to verify this, and the royal family wouldn't admit it either; she might not even be able to enter Yunxia Mountain.

Several hundred years ago, the Xuan Nu Sect of Qingwei Mountain had a conflict with the royal family of Yunxia Mountain of the Ji family. Although very few people knew about it, the conflict was extremely fierce.

As a result, the Holy Maiden successor of the Xuan Nu Sect of Qingwei Mountain married into the Ji family, and her grandmaster also returned to the Xuan Nu Sect at that time. Liu Wushuang did not know the specifics of this, but she knew that her grandmaster came from the royal family of Yunxia Mountain of the Ji family!

Filled with doubt, Liu Wushuang walked into the dark room.

Looking at the now-complete Xuan Yu coffin, Liu Wushuang felt even more confused.

When the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword was placed on the lid of the Xuanyu Coffin, Huang Xiyi used her own blood as a catalyst to open the coffin lid. It was not an ordinary opening, but rather a vortex appeared on the lid. After Huang Xiyi entered the vortex, the Xuanyu Coffin returned to its original state.

In other words, Liu Wushuang had no idea what was inside the Xuan Yu Coffin!

"Xiyi, whether you live or die, whether you are indifferent or heartless, there has to be an answer, right?"

Love in this mortal world is truly strange!

Huang Xiyi refused to marry Ji Yinan, but she couldn't suppress her longing for Shen Yichen. Or rather, her heart simply couldn't find peace.

Since returning from Yingzhou, Huang Xiyi's mind has been in turmoil whenever she practices her cultivation techniques. She has suffered from qi deviation several times, each time vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

Actually, it doesn't seem to be Huang Xiyi's fault, because her master has already seen that she is not a Xuan Yin body. This is like a knife stuck in Huang Xiyi's heart, and the pain is hard to shake off!

Huang Xiyi's decision to enter the Xuan Yu Coffin was largely due to her indescribable emotions; she wanted to forget her feelings but couldn't!

After Huang Xiyi entered the Xuan Yu Coffin, she found herself in a space that was neither real nor fake, and it was difficult for her to determine whether it was real or not.

The interior was very simple: a round jade platform with a woman lying on it, dressed in a purple silk robe.

Huang Xiyi recognized the woman; she was the founder of the Xuan Nu Sect of Qingwei Mountain, her appearance unchanged. Huang Xiyi had only seen a portrait before, but this time, she saw the real founder.

Huang Xiyi was naturally shocked. After a thousand years, the ancestor's body had not turned into bones, but was still lifelike!

The Xuan Yu Platform where the Patriarch lay was made of the exact same material as the Xuan Yu Platform in the Soul Devouring Cave of Manghuang where Huang Xiyi and Shen Yichen went to Wushan together!

Huang Xiyi blushed slightly, her heart pounding, as an unspeakable scene from the past flashed through her mind!

There are three lamp stands around the Xuanyu Platform, evenly distributed around the circumference. Flames burn inside the lamp stands, and they are all different colors.

Huang Xiyi was facing a dark blue flame, with a white flame to her left and a dark yellow flame to her right.

Huang Xiyi dared not make any rash moves. She used her internal energy to investigate for a long time but found nothing unusual.

Afterwards, Huang Xiyi slowly circled around the Xuan Yu Terrace, looked it over, and found nothing unusual.

Apart from the three flames and the remains of the patriarch, there was nothing else.

Huang Xiyi returned to her original position and quietly looked at the remains of the patriarch. She was really confused. Did the patriarch's last instructions mention any opportunities in the Xuan Yu Coffin? There was no sign of any opportunity in this at all!

After pondering for a long time, Huang Xiyi knelt down and kowtowed three times to the remains of her ancestor.

"Huang Xiyi, the contemporary saintess of the Qingwei Mountain Mysterious Maiden Sect, kneels before the Ancestral Master. This disciple is trapped in worldly affairs and entanglements. I beg the Ancestral Master to guide me through my confusion!"

"She is the Mysterious Maiden, how could her Mysterious Yin Body be broken?"

"That shouldn't be the case. How could someone recognized by the Xuan Yu Sword not be a saint?"

"What are we going to do? She said that someone from the Xuan Nu Sect would come to help us a thousand years later, and now a female disciple with such weak cultivation has come?"

Three flames emitted three voices, startling Huang Xiyi. She stood up and took a step back, her true energy surging around her.

In reality, Huang Xiyi couldn't retreat very far; the space was only so big.

"You, who are you?"

"We are her friends, my name is Xiaoqing!"

"My name is Xiaobai!"

"My name is Big Yellow!"

Huang Xiyi watched the three flames warily; the voice was coming from there!

"Little Green? Little White? Big Yellow? What are you guys?"

"Can't you see that? You're a watchdog!"

"No, they're guard dogs!"

"You're the dogs! I'm not! I'm the guardian of souls!"

"Don't listen to it, it's not even as good as a dog!"

"Indeed, you are inferior. Without Xiaoqing and me, your ancestor would have been in trouble long ago!"

"Don't listen to them! I am your ancestor's most loyal protector. They are the ones who came later!"

"It was just a dog!"

"Yes, yes, a big yellow dog!"

……

Inside the black jade coffin, Huang Xiyi's mind was in turmoil!