These days Chi Yujun had been living very happily in the Spirit Immortal Sect.
How to put it.
There was a feeling of arriving as a guest and feeling at home.
Being able to be locked alone in a room and still be fed gu insects at fixed times and fixed points was simply exactly the same as before when she was at home.
There was a sense of ease as if she had returned home.
The only point that made her privately rejoice was that in the Spirit Immortal Sect’s rooms they would light candles and such, and at night there was also faint starlight coming through the window, so it was not so pitch-black that nothing could be seen.
From her angle, she knew she was very useless and very afraid of the dark.
Yet she just could not overcome it.
She could not overcome this problem of fearing the dark.
In a room without a thread of light she would be so afraid her expression went out of control and her heartbeat sped up, so afraid her hands and feet turned ice-cold and breathing became difficult.
She would shrink in the complete darkness, helplessly crying until she could not catch her breath, imagining that the next instant she would struggle and die.
But Father had said that a racing heartbeat and disordered breathing could accelerate the speed of the gu insects reproducing in her body and the efficiency of their iteration, and was a good thing.
Crying would only make her seem useless.
Crying was not allowed.
Chi Yujun had seen it.
These people of the Spirit Immortal Sect also seemed to want to cultivate gu insects in her body.
She was hesitating whether to tell them that actually locking her into a space where she could see nothing at all would be better.
She would feel fear and pain.
This was wrong.
Only as Father had taught, letting herself be at that edge of nearing collapse, mental disorder, and producing hallucinations, was correct.
—Should I tell the people of the Spirit Immortal Sect and correct their method?
Chi Yujun sank into loathing of herself.
She was not a good child.
Clearly knowing the other party’s method was wrong, yet still not reminding others because of the fear in her own heart.
She was guilty.
A person like her deserved it.
Deserved to lose her family.
Deserved to lose all the people who loved her.
But what Chi Yujun did not know was that in days to come, Fang Guyuan would, toward this kind of thought of hers, speak what kind of cruel and true words that would break her defenses to the point of hysteria.
…
In the blink of an eye, a week passed.
As if that Phoenix Body who made people respect her and keep their distance had never visited, Dust Sword Palace recovered its former tranquility and peace.
It had also been some time since the wiping out of the Immortal King Sect.
In this period, Dust Sword Palace from top to bottom had been busy searching for and capturing remnants, collecting and organizing spoils of war, and still had to record the basis and process of the wipeout in concrete documents, sending one copy down to the Great Wu Dynasty that administered the mundane affairs of the immortal domain, and presenting one copy up to the Nine Heavens, the immortal dao’s joint council organization.
Of course, a great matter like discovering the Phoenix Body had naturally also been reported upward.
Fang Guyuan, as Dust Sword Palace’s Senior Brother and also the main person in charge of this purge activity, ever since returning from the Spirit Immortal Sect had been so busy his feet did not touch the ground.
Besides routine cultivation, it was bending over the desk integrating materials and handling official documents, so busy he did not even get to sleep.
—In fact, a large half of it had originally all been work Sect Master Ye Fengzou of Dust Sword Palace should have done.
He beautifully called it wanting to temper Fang Guyuan’s ability to take charge of the sect, dumped it all on him in one brainful, and himself ran off to the Red Jade Pavilion to watch male-maiden dancing.
Setting aside Ye Fengzou’s private hobbies, the degree to which he valued Fang Guyuan could be seen at a glance.
No wonder the outside world spread that Fang Guyuan would be the next sect master successor of Dust Sword Palace.
Anyone who saw it would feel this intensity of cultivation was not ordinary.
Fang Guyuan looked at the Immortal King Sect’s crime records arranged in chronological order and furrowed his brows.
He faintly felt there was something not right in them, yet for the moment he could not say what.
That confused and pent-up feeling blocked in his heart, stuffy and panicked.
He looked at the list of people still at large and was certain he had omitted some important matter.
That feeling of a bone stuck in the throat, of clearly knowing he had missed something yet being unable no matter what to realize what it actually was, made him unwell.
Fang Guyuan’s right hand’s two fingers pressed and kneaded forcefully above the bridge of his nose, at the same time wearily closing his eyelids so his sore and astringent eyes could have a brief small rest.
He dared affirm it was because he was too tired that his mind was not so clear.
If at this time someone stood at the window of Fang Guyuan’s study and looked in, they would see this kind of picture:
A youth in a fluttering white robe with a heavy scholarly air, sword brows and starry eyes, one hand propping his head, one hand holding a scroll.
That valiant, unrestrained air and the weary manner of the sun being high made him even more appear imposing in bearing, a jade tree facing the wind, as if a banished immortal had descended to the mortal world.
Fang Guyuan decided to empty his mind for the time being and change his line of thought to think of something else and relax a little.
Rest was for the sake of working better.
This point he had always known.
Turning his head to one side, he saw the formula he had previously requested from Fangfei Valley’s Valley Master Tao Shangyun that could treat the recovery of taste and smell.
That sheet of paper lay quietly in the corner of the desk, as if reminding him of something.
Speaking of which, he truly had not paid attention to how that Phoenix Body was doing now.
He set down the documents, calculating that giving the formula to the Spirit Immortal Sect master and conveniently asking about the Phoenix Body’s recent situation would count as having done humanity and duty to the utmost.
Thinking this way, Fang Guyuan took out the Spirit Communication Instrument and sent Sect Master Shao Feng several communication messages.
“—Sect Master Shao: How have you been lately? The Phoenix Body sent to your honored residence the other day, how is her current situation? I have sought several formulas for her here that can help her recover taste and smell. See whether you need them? If you need them I will send them to you.”
Having done these, Fang Guyuan set down the communication instrument, yet the unease in his heart swelled more and more fiercely.
His gaze passed through the wooden window lattice.
The sky outside the house was overcast and heavy.
Great clumps of piled black clouds seemed to foretell that a storm was near.
On the other end, at the Spirit Immortal Sect’s side, Sect Master Shao Feng was startled by this sudden message.
He had not thought there was still someone who remembered the Phoenix Body’s affair.
As the saying went, a thief’s heart was empty.
He had originally planned to do it in one go without stopping and directly complete the marriage.
Once she had been openly betrothed and properly married through the door, even if the Fang family of Penglai and the Dragon Sovereign’s side wanted to pursue it, it would already be too late.
Hmph.
It could not be that all the good things were occupied by the Fang family of Penglai.
Shao Feng thought.
Though the Fang family of Penglai lived far away on a sea immortal island, its status and influence, even within the immortal dao, was a one-family dominance that made people’s eyes red.
The Dragon Sovereigns were all directly belonging disciples of the Fang family with dragon-bloodline.
Without accident they would also necessarily be bound to a Phoenix Body of transcendent status.
This kind of heaven-sent unique opportunity led to the resources the Fang family enjoyed each time also being extremely good.
Even if people of other immortal sects were jealous and their eyes red, there was nothing they could do—
Who let their own family have no dragon seed.
Dragon seed was just that amazing.
This time the Fang family of Penglai had who-knew-what error, and had actually hard-and-living dragged it until the Phoenix Body appeared in the world and still had not been able to awaken the contemporary Dragon Sovereign.
For the Spirit Immortal Sect this could not but be called a heaven-bestowed good opportunity.
Doesn’t your Fang family of Penglai like to do binding?
This time the proper master has not even come out yet.
This time there is finally no excuse to not let the little girl pursue her own happiness, right?
Shao Feng perfunctorily said a few sentences, absolutely not mentioning that at this moment the sect was tensely and closely preparing a wedding, and that tomorrow he would consummate the marriage and enter the bridal chamber with the Phoenix Body.
Receiving Shao Feng’s reply, Fang Guyuan also did not suspect anything else.
He rested a short while and continued writing official documents.
After the time of one stick of incense, when his communication instrument received a message again, Fang Guyuan could not help widening his eyes in surprise.
He confirmed the content back and forth several times before making a reply, then threw down his brush and began changing into going-out attire, his movements flowing like clouds and water, clean and neat.
Nothing else.
It was just going to snatch a bride.
Snatch her through the night.
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