Chapter 2273: Misty Cloud Palace (1)
Chapter 2273: Misty Cloud Palace (1)
“Senior Sister?” Yun Mengxue shook Yun Wushuang’s arm gently as she saw the latter staring at her in a daze. She thought Yun Wushuang would be happy to hear the news.
Yun Wushuang returned to her senses and asked hesitantly, “How is he? How could he come here?”
“Oh, as I mentioned earlier, he is very strong. He’s now a High God, but I believe his true strength is no less than mine,” Yun Mengxue answered happily. “As for how he came here, I heard that he was brought over by a certain senior surnamed Huang.”
“A High God…?” Yun Wushuang murmured in a daze. When Yun Lintian was born, she discovered he was indeed talented, and his profound vein was much better than his peers. However, reaching the High God Realm in such an environment was completely illogical. What had happened to him?
“Right. He wants to see you, Senior Sister, but I can’t make a decision,” Yun Mengxue said further.
“Tell him to leave. Don’t let him come over,” Yun Wushuang suddenly grabbed Yun Mengxue’s shoulders and said with a serious expression. There was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.
“Ah?” Yun Mengxue was startled.
“No. You must take him away. Go now!” Yun Wushuang urgently spoke.
“Oh. Okay,” Yun Mengxue was confused but didn’t refuse her Senior Sister’s request.
She stood up and rushed out of the hut under Yun Wushuang’s anxious gaze.
After Yun Mengxue left, Yun Wushuang slumped back on her seat, her hands clasped together as she muttered, “You must not come here, Tian’er.”
Tears began to well in her eyes. She knew that no matter how powerful Yun Lintian was, it was impossible for him to go against Yun Xue and the Sacred Flame Palace. It would be no different from sending himself to death if he insisted on coming here.
Yun Mengxue flew down from the peak and was about to head out. Suddenly, a terrifying pressure enveloped her, preventing her from moving forward.
“You’re very brave,” a cold female voice resounded in Yun Mengxue’s ears, causing her to tremble.
Yun Mengxue hurriedly bowed her head and stammered, “P-Palace Master.”
“You’ve violated the rules. Go to the Misty Cloud Remorse Valley for a year.”
Yun Mengxue’s face turned pale, but she didn’t dare to refute. “Yes, Palace Master,” she responded and feebly flew away toward the back of the Thousand Snows Peak.
Inside an ice hall, a peerless beauty in white stood in front of an ice pond. Her phoenix eyes stared at the Thousand Snows Peak coldly.
“Since you’ve sent yourself in, I wouldn’t mind giving you a chance,” she uttered coldly. “Mucheng, send him an invitation.”
A woman in blue walked over and bowed her head respectfully. “Understood, Master.”
***
Inside the inn, Yun Lintian calmly waited for Yun Mengxue for an hour, but there was no news. He suspected she didn’t keep her word or his mother didn’t allow him to go there.
Just as he was upset, a woman in blue silently appeared in the room. With a glance, Yun Lintian could feel a terrifying power deep within her body. This person was far stronger than Yun Mengxue and perhaps she could go against Huang Xian with no problem.
The woman, Yun Mucheng, conjured an ice letter and sent it flying toward Yun Lintian. “Bring it with you.”
Her figure immediately disappeared as she finished her sentence.
Yun Lintian grabbed the ice letter and read the content. There was a simple sentence, “An invitation to a grand ceremony of the Misty Cloud Palace” on it.
Yun Lintian raised his brow in surprise. Without a doubt, it was the Misty Cloud Palace Master who sent this out. What kind of attitude did she have toward him?
He put the letter away and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Fu Mingyao knocked on the door and said, “Is everything alright? I heard a noise previously.”
Yun Lintian got up and opened the door. “I’m fine. I couldn’t control my strength just now,” he said with a smile.
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Fu Mingyao looked at the broken furniture in the room and nodded gently. “Be careful next time.”
She turned around and prepared to leave. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, “Right, I had already contacted my family. They said they would help out.”
“Many thanks, but no need now. I’ve found a way to go in,” Yun Lintian said gratefully. “Eh?” Fu Mingyao was surprised and said, “Understood. So, this is a farewell?” “Maybe,” Yun Lintian responded with a smile.
Fu Mingyao took a deep look at him and said, “Don’t forget to find me when you visit the Divine Moon God City later.”
“Sure,” Yun Lintian replied.
Fu Mingyao didn’t say anything further and walked away.
Yun Lintian watched as she disappeared from his sight with a pity. He knew a miserable fate was waiting for her.
He closed the door and returned to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, Yun Lintian put aside all the messy thoughts and began to meditate. No matter what happened next, it was better to be
well-prepared.
Days passed by very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the grand ceremony date had arrived.
The Misty Cloud Palace, situated not far from the city, was adorned with exquisite decorations on this day, transforming the normally serene mountaintop into a breathtaking spectacle. Countless colorful banners fluttered in the wind, creating a mesmerizing tapestry against the backdrop of the azure sky.
The air hummed with anticipation, as cultivators from all corners of the Holy Lands gathered at the palace’s entrance, their faces filled with excitement and awe. The crowd was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, with many adorned in luxurious silk robes.
Yun Lintian, dressed in a simple white robe, stood amidst the throng, his gaze fixed on the majestic palace gates. His expression was calm and composed, revealing no hint of the turmoil that raged within his heart. He held the ice letter in his hand, its surface shimmering with a faint, ethereal light.
As the gates creaked open, a wave of guests surged forward, eager to secure a prime viewing spot for the upcoming ceremony. Yun Lintian allowed himself to be carried along with the flow, his eyes scanning the crowd for any potential powerhouses.
He noticed several prominent cultivators among them. These individuals obviously hailed from powerful factions, yet they chose to mix with the ordinary guests.
Yun Lintian’s gaze then shifted to a group of women dressed in flowing white robes. They were disciples of the Misty Cloud Palace…