Chapter 636: Chapter 636

A graceful woman in a magnificent black robe, her beauty surpassing the snow, held an oil-paper umbrella and strolled alone through the snow-covered Two Polarities Sect.

The cold wind blew, her long, black hair fluttering, accentuating her graceful figure.

She left behind only a slender and beautiful back view.

The bronze-colored buildings were covered in snow, a silvery white landscape. The sect’s disciples rarely went out in the winter, most of them in secluded cultivation.

The few disciples who occasionally passed by didn’t recognize this mature beauty as the sect’s master.

Even within the Two Polarities Sect, few had ever seen Shang Yanfei.

And even if they had, they couldn’t remember her face, as if she had never belonged to this world.

“I remember when I first arrived here, demons were rampant, creatures from the Forbidden Lands, demonic cultivators from the Demon Realm, and even Heretic Gods from the Southern Wilderness were everywhere.”

Just then, a cold voice sounded. Not far from Shang Yanfei, a woman in a light blue dress silently appeared in the falling snow.

Shang Yanfei looked up at the vast snowy scenery, a faint smile on her face, “The one who got rid of the First Demon Emperor was the Jade Empress. She suppressed him at the cost of her own true body. You probably didn’t see the glorious scene of all the clans in the Eastern Continent celebrating back then.”

“The three Pillar Gods didn’t die at my hands either. I just witnessed their deaths.”

Lan Shihuai sighed again, “With this, besides the Forbidden Lands, there are no other cultivators connected to the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao must be unprecedentedly weak, and your goal should be achieved.”

Shielding destiny was to deceive the Heavenly Dao, to eliminate its minions one by one without its knowledge.

Of the Nine Forbidden Lands, only six remained loyal to the Heavenly Dao. In the Western Regions, only Manjushri Bodhisattva was connected to the Heavenly Dao.

Throughout the Nine Provinces, the Heavenly Dao seemed to have lost the people’s hearts.

Seeing Shang Yanfei’s silence, Lan Shihuai said with a complex expression, “Since you’ve been shielding the Nine Provinces’ destiny for so long, why did you let me remember some of my forgotten past at this time?”

“Why do you think I deliberately let you remember those forgotten things?”

Shang Yanfei chuckled softly, her gaze on the falling snow, “I deduce destiny and observe the world, but I also know that the will of heaven cannot be defied. I’m just using this mortal body to listen to the will of heaven and temporarily rule over the Nine Provinces in its stead.”

“But ultimately, everything must be returned to it.”

Lan Shihuai’s eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly, “Is the Heavenly Dao truly about to awaken?”

In the past, the Heavenly Dao had descended several times, but it was never its true body, just a wisp of its clone.

But this time, it seemed that because the shielded destiny was weakening, the Heavenly Dao sensed something and couldn’t hold back any longer.

A Heavenly Dao with humanity would exhibit human emotions and desires, and naturally wouldn’t let a ‘mortal’ rule over the Nine Provinces in its stead.

Lan Shihuai was about to say something more, but just then, Shang Yanfei looked up in the direction of the Pilgrimage Palace and said in a low voice, “You and Mulian should go back first. I have to meet someone later.”

Western Regions, Nalanda Temple.

Mu Zhian gazed in the direction of the Two Polarities Sect.

At this moment, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

A mysterious aura always surrounded this woman, Shang Yanfei.

From the past, in Tianxuan City, when she secretly arranged for Mu Zhian to be a ‘supporting character’ to avoid the Heavenly Dao’s attention, to later meeting the Jade Empress and a series of other events, it seemed that a pair of hands was always guiding him.

If Sister Mengrou’s feeling was correct, then her misfortune wasn’t actually erased by the great luck of the Heaven-Chosen Ones, but was simply transferred to another person.

“I should have realized earlier. The Sect Master’s karmic backlash might not just be because of shielding destiny or deducing destiny. Perhaps every time I gave the great luck to Sister Mengrou, the misfortune was transferred to the Sect Master.”

There was a close connection between the Sect Master and Wei Mengrou.

And the link between the two was the Primordial Witch.

“Can you send me back to the sect?”

Mu Zhian quickly collected his thoughts and looked up at Yao Meng.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

A smile appeared on Yao Meng’s face, and she raised her hand and tore open a spatial rift.

“Let’s go. I also want to know who Wei Mengrou’s misfortune was ultimately transferred to.”

She turned to look at the maid in the yellow dress not far away and said with a smile, “Miss Wei should also want to go with us, right?”

Only then did Mu Zhian realize that Wei Mengrou had appeared beside them at some unknown time.

To this day, having merged with the three Primordial Witch spiritual senses, she didn’t seem as assertive as before, but rather more reserved, exuding an inexplicable mystery.

Wei Mengrou nodded gently, “I’ll go back with you.”

A heavy snow fell on the northern side of the Eastern Continent yesterday. When Mu Zhian entered the sect, he saw the snow-covered sect and the bluestone-paved ground.

However, when Mu Zhian and the others arrived at Two Polarities Peak, they were told that the Sect Master had left not long ago.

“Could it be that she knew we were coming and is hiding from us…?” Mu Zhian wondered inwardly.

No matter what, since the Sect Master wasn’t here, they could only temporarily return to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and wait for her to return.

“Do you also think that my misfortune was transferred to the Sect Master?”

As she stepped through the gate of the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Wei Mengrou suddenly walked to Mu Zhian’s side and asked softly.

“Not think, but practically certain.”

Mu Zhian turned to look at the cold and beautiful maid before him and said softly, “The Sect Master being able to use the Primordial Witch’s spiritual sense to suppress the Forbidden Lands back then means there must be some connection between her and the Primordial Witch.”

The Sect Master had transferred all of Wei Mengrou’s misfortune to herself and had also given all of the Primordial Witch’s spiritual senses to Wei Mengrou… Wasn’t she paving the way for him and Wei Mengrou?

The Sect Master paving the way for him could be because they might have known each other in the past.

But why would she also help Wei Mengrou, even at the cost of sacrificing herself?

Mu Zhian had a vague guess, but he wasn’t sure yet.

He needed to see Shang Yanfei first.

Shortly after returning to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Mu Zhian stood before the study, looking at the vast white world. Then, as if realizing something, he took out several letters from his storage ring.

These were the letters he had left behind when he was two-timing before, some for Senior Sister, and some for Shang Yanfei.

He looked at the last letter he wrote to Shang Yanfei, and a thought suddenly struck him. He put all the letters back into his storage ring, then held an umbrella and left the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Unknowingly, Mu Zhian arrived at the Pilgrimage Palace.

It was winter, and the entire Pilgrimage Palace was covered in snow. Even the peach blossoms, which bloomed all year round, were dyed white.

He walked along a small path in the Pilgrimage Palace and came to a peach blossom forest.

Deep within the forest, he could see a woman in a magnificent black robe, holding a raven-black oil-paper umbrella, her skin as white as snow, her back view breathtakingly beautiful.

She didn’t look like a young girl, but not a mature woman either, but a mature beauty in between. Time had left no trace on her, but instead had given her a mysterious aura. Compared to a pure and innocent young girl, she had a more mature charm.

Shang Yanfei looked up at the snow-covered peach blossom forest, her voice crisp and pleasant, “It seems we’re really in sync, thinking of coming to the same place to relax.”

“After returning to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, I suddenly remembered that I had an agreement with the Sect Master to admire the flowers together when I first entered the sect, so I suddenly wanted to come and take a look,” Mu Zhian said, walking to her side.

Shang Yanfei was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but glance at the young man and chuckle softly, “You actually still remember.”

“I thought you were just being perfunctory back then, since you were raising so many fish.”

Even with his thick skin, being suddenly exposed for his past intention of raising the big white shark, the Sect Master, still made Mu Zhian a bit flustered.

He coughed lightly and said, “This disciple was too young and ignorant back then, but I’m sincere towards my fishpond… towards every girl.”

He paused, gazing at the Sect Master’s breathtakingly beautiful face. Today, she was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, exuding a majestic beauty.

“I’m also sincere towards you,” Mu Zhian said.

Shang Yanfei smiled, then rested her head on his shoulder and said softly, “Don’t move, just watch the snow with me for a while.”

With that said, she closed her eyes slightly, her long, curled eyelashes trembling gently in the cold wind.

It’s a good thing I’m a Soul Transformation cultivator and can withstand the cold, otherwise, admiring the scenery in such cold weather, I would have frozen to death…

But come to think of it, the Sect Master is acting a bit strange today, as if she’s acting spoiled… Mu Zhian complained inwardly.

He was used to the Sect Master who always had everything under control, but the woman’s current spoiled demeanor… was a bit too much for Mu Zhian to handle.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the woman beside him. He suddenly realized that he had never really looked at this woman.

In the past, whenever he saw the Sect Master, it was always for important business. And since he would always forget her appearance no matter how he looked at her, Mu Zhian gradually subconsciously ignored what she looked like.

But looking at her face carefully now, he felt an inexplicable familiarity.

As if he had seen her somewhere before…

Mu Zhian looked at this breathtakingly beautiful face, listening to the sound of the wind and snow outside the umbrella, and was momentarily lost in thought.

A long, long time later, in his mind, the slumbering ‘immortal’ he had seen in the depths of the Heavenly Court seemed to gradually overlap with Shang Yanfei.

Mu Zhian abruptly snapped out of it.

Am I seeing the ‘face of all beings’, or the Sect Master’s true appearance?

Mu Zhian was momentarily confused.

Everyone who saw Shang Yanfei would see the type of person they liked most.

Mu Zhian didn’t know whether the ‘immortal’ he saw was the Sect Master herself, or also one of the ‘faces of all beings’.

Just then, Shang Yanfei wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, “The weather’s bad, my shoes and socks are all wet. Let’s go somewhere else and continue admiring the snow.”

In the center of the Pilgrimage Palace was a floating celestial palace.

The palace had only one floor. From the palace, one could overlook half of the sect.

In a side hall of the palace, Shang Yanfei sat on a soft cushion, her delicate body nestled in Mu Zhian’s embrace, her magnificent black robe slightly disheveled, revealing her alluring, snow-white shoulders.

Her black skirt was layered and complex, her white ankle socks soaked by the snow, her long, flowing hair cascading down naturally.

After Mu Zhian removed Shang Yanfei’s snow-soaked white ankle socks, he held a wine cup in one hand and her shoulder with the other.

A faint blush appeared on her face, whether from the wine or from being in her lover’s embrace.

Mu Zhian quietly looked at the gloomy sky and the heavy snow falling with the cold wind.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, “Sect Master, have you heard about the luck test I took in Tianxuan City?”

Shang Yanfei took the wine cup from his hand, took a sip, and said faintly, “Mulian said your luck is very special, pink, I heard.”

Mu Zhian nodded gently, “Everyone’s luck reacts differently on the testing tablet. I heard that to reach Dao Integration, luck is an indispensable part. Every Dao Integration Realm expert is a person of great luck.”

“Does Sect Master want to try?”

Shang Yanfei’s expression was normal, just toying with the wine cup in her hand, “Did your maid tell you?”

Mu Zhian didn’t answer, just summoned his Heavenly Dao Energy from within his body.

A soft white light enveloped the entire side hall, then, the Heavenly Dao Energy, like a loyal dog close to its master, continuously floated around Shang Yanfei.

“This Heavenly Dao Energy was kept by the master of the Abyss with Lin Ling. It will only be close to the master who has refined it.”

“But it’s close to you, and also incredibly close to my maid.”

Mu Zhian looked at the Sect Master’s cool, pale golden eyes, and the faint smile on her face, and continued, “Logically, only I and the master of the Abyss should have refined these three portions of Heavenly Dao Energy, yet it’s so close to both you and Sister Mengrou.”

“At first, I was a bit strange, but now I know.”

“Because my maid is the Primordial Witch, but you are also the Primordial Witch.”

A gentle smile appeared at the corner of Shang Yanfei’s lips, “The Primordial Witch’s spiritual sense only has three parts, and they are now all within your maid’s body.”

Mu Zhian gazed into the woman’s eyes, “There is indeed only one Primordial Witch.”

“Just like there is only one Primordial Mother.”

“I’ve already seen her in that room deep within the Heavenly Court,” Mu Zhian said again.

For a moment, Mu Zhian saw a change in Shang Yanfei’s eyes for the first time. Her eyes widened slightly, as if in surprise. The rıghtful source is novｅlfire.net

But then, the surprise turned into relief, understanding.

In the end, her eyes gradually softened, and she reached out and gently caressed Mu Zhian’s face.

“You guessed correctly, I am the immortal,” she said in a gentle and soft voice, as if embracing everything. “The immortal who traveled upstream along the long river of history from the distant future.”