in2ebook Chapter 287 Xuannv 152
Chapter 287 Xuannv 152
Si Yin clutched the hem of her clothes, her neck flushed red: "Why? Why won't you accept me, the one brought by God Zheyan?" She gazed at Mo Yuan's back as he sat upright on the jade cushion, her heart filled with grievances that welled up in her eyes. Not wanting to become a disciple and being rejected were clearly two different things!
The main hall of Kunlun Ruins suddenly fell silent as all the senior brothers turned to look at the entrance. Zheyan, dressed in a scarlet robe, suddenly rushed to Siyin's side, his fingertip touching her brow as he scolded in a low voice, "Siyin, you wild fox, what nonsense are you spouting in Kunlun Ruins?"
Si Yin stubbornly turned her face away, but Zhe Yan grabbed her chin, the cedar scent on her scarlet robes carrying a hint of anger: "Why don't you apologize to God Mo Yuan?" She suddenly broke free of her restraints and knelt down directly in front of the person on the high platform: "If it's because I'm a wild fox outside the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest, then Si Yin would like to ask, does the immortal sect of Kunlun Ruins seek talent or curry favor?"
Mo Yuan's wide sleeves, which had been hanging down, trembled slightly, and the tea soup in the gilded teacup rippled.
Mo Yuan sat upright on his gilded cloud-patterned throne, the chilling immortal aura surrounding him condensing into frost and snow, his oppressive aura pressing down upon the hall like a tangible force. He raised a hand and lightly stroked the Xuanyuan Sword on the table, its cold light reflecting the icy intent in his eyes: "Then let me make this clear: throughout the four seas and eight wastelands, everyone knows that Kunlun Mountain does not accept female disciples. Since you were brought by Zheyan, I was initially reluctant to expose his deception out of consideration for our past friendship."
As soon as he finished speaking, his slender fingers drew a mysterious talisman in the air, and the azure spiritual energy bursting from his fingertips flashed into the pale golden aura surrounding Si Yin like lightning. In an instant, the spiritual energy in the entire hall surged, fine cracks appeared on the bluestone floor, and the candlelight flickered in the strong wind.
Zheyan's face turned deathly pale instantly; he tried to stop her, but it was too late. The illusory image of the young man surrounding Siyin shattered like glass, her three thousand silver strands cascading down like a silver river, and the vermilion mark between her brows stood out even more vividly against her fair face. Her original blue Taoist robe transformed into a flowing, moonlit skirt, billowing in the vortex of spiritual energy, revealing glimpses of her jade-like feet—she was unmistakably a peerless female immortal.
What... what's going on? The seventh senior brother's jade teacup fell to the ground, the scalding tea splashing onto his black Daoist robe without him noticing. The fifteen disciples stood up in unison, their swords clashing with a crisp sound. Everyone stared in disbelief at the sudden turn of events, even their breathing becoming cautious.
Ling Yu excitedly grabbed Die Feng's sleeve, her voice trembling: "What a beautiful woman!" Her elbow unconsciously clenched, causing Die Feng to stumble.
Die Feng subconsciously echoed, "Yes..." But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly turned his head to cover Ling Yu's mouth tightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tightly furrowed brows and increasingly gloomy face of the person on the upper seat, and cold sweat instantly seeped down his back. He felt as if the temperature in the hall had suddenly dropped, and even the air was about to freeze.
Mo Yuan lowered his gaze to Bai Qian, who was kneeling on the ground. His dark robes fluttered without wind, and the dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs were faintly visible under the fluctuations of spiritual energy. "Now that the truth has come to light, I ask the Princess of Qingqiu to descend the mountain immediately." A gust of wind suddenly blew out from his sleeve, causing the gravel beside Bai Qian to rustle.
Bai Qian gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her eyes filled with stubbornness as she looked up: "Is the High God afraid that I, a mere woman, will tarnish the prestige of Kunlun Mountain?"
"Insolence!" The jade table beneath Mo Yuan's palm shattered with a deafening roar, the flying fragments condensing into ice crystals in mid-air. "The rules of Kunlun Ruins are strict; how dare you trample upon them so wantonly!"
Zheyan stepped forward, his crimson sleeves separating the tense atmosphere between them, as he walked across the shattered jade. "Mo Yuan, this child is kind-hearted, but he's just eager to learn..."
"Is this God Zheyan deliberately breaking the rules?" Mo Yuan coldly interrupted him, his fingertips frozen in ice. "Back then, we swore an oath never to break the rules of Kunlun Ruins. Now you're going to break them for a woman?"
Bai Qian suddenly chuckled, her snow-white skirt sweeping across the mess on the ground: "What an impartial and incorruptible God Mo Yuan! In that case, Si Yin will leave this world with a clear conscience!" She abruptly ripped off the jade crown that bound her hair, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and as she turned, the tassels in her hair brushed against Zhe Yan's astonished face.
Zheyan gazed at Bai Qian's resolute retreating figure and sighed, "Are you truly so heartless? After all, she is..."
"Enough!" Mo Yuan turned to look at the churning thunderclouds beyond the Nine Heavens, the Xuanyuan Sword tightly gripped in his sleeve humming softly. "If she dares to step into Kunlun Ruins again, don't blame me for showing no mercy!" A sudden gust of wind rose outside the hall, sweeping his unfinished words into the vast sea of clouds.