Taiwu Xixi gently picked up the porcelain bottle and opened the stopper. A faint red mist diffused out, carrying an exotic fragrance. Upon smelling it, her inner qi suddenly circulated faster, as if longing for the contents of the bottle. Looking closely, there were two drops of fresh red blood in the bottle, constantly steaming out red mist.
"What is this?" Xixi asked.
Simon replied, "This is the essence of life. It is the condensed power and blood of those killed by Qu Shan."
The younger sister looked sad, "Is this all that's left?"
"Yes, even their souls are here."
"Can you help them pass on?"
Simon took the porcelain bottle and gently breathed on it. His breath was the softest breeze, gently caressing the blood mist, blowing it away into nothingness. Two broken souls flew out, soaring into the sky, where there were scattered petals. They bathed in a beautiful rain, heading towards the pure land of reincarnation.
The younger sister clasped her hands together, gently blessing the sorrowful souls to find peace.
In the bush, there was an old stone tablet, buried by long weeds. The younger sister cleared away the grass and then carefully deciphered the weathered inscription.
"Bushi Mountain... Empress Returns Sword... Exorcism here..."
Besides these words, everything else had completely vanished.
Taiwu Xixi murmured, guessing the story of the inscription, and the two continued deeper into the valley.
Beyond the bushes was a sea of flowers, and past the sea of flowers was a small lake. The younger sister, being from a fishing family, was delighted by the sight and couldn't resist going into the water to catch a few grass carp. She said she wanted to make a delicious meal for the Buddha, but since the matter of the Sword Tomb was more important, she temporarily stored her catch in her residence in the Pure Land.
Circling the lake was a dense forest. In the forest stood three villains, two men and one woman, all pawns of Xiang Xu.
Taiwu Xixi loudly asked them who they were.
The two men replied that their name was Qu Shan, and the woman replied that her name was Wen Esheng.
It seemed that their so-called names were actually titles.
After subduing them, the younger sister was troubled. These three were in a state of madness. If their demonic thoughts were not dispelled, it would be like releasing tigers back into the mountains. If they were healed, she feared they would dissipate into smoke like the previous Qu Shan.
Simon said, "They are but clay bodies, why fear returning to dust?" These words greatly encouraged Taiwu. She said she was acting righteously, to relieve suffering, and once again used the Fuyu Sword Hilt to dispel the demonic obstacles of the three.
After they regained their sanity, they displayed various reactions. Some prostrated themselves before Taiwu Xixi, while others laughed uproariously at the sky. However, within a few breaths, they vanished with the wind, leaving no blood mist, only a book and two pairs of boots.
The book recorded the Xuan Nu Sect's eighth-rank internal cultivation technique, "Jade Bone Art," and the boots were merely eighth-grade Iron Lock Boots.
"Why was there no blood mist this time?"
"Perhaps they consumed it themselves."
"Alas."
Past the forest was another large sea of flowers. A demonized person, unable to wait, rushed over and was, of course, dealt with.
These fellows were merely at the level of lower-tier sect disciples, third-rate figures in the martial world, not worth mentioning.
By this time, they had arrived at a place where birds sang. Here, there was a large tomb, its mound covered with exotic flowers and plants. The mournful cries of the birds gradually subsided. They perched on the trees, tilting their heads and staring at Taiwu Xixi, as if in anticipation.
On the tomb door was an indentation in the shape of a sword hilt. Taiwu Xixi tried the Fuyu Sword Hilt, and it fit perfectly. With a rumbling sound, the tomb door opened, and from the darkness, a figure surrounded by birds stepped out.
It was a woman, with a troubled brow, a face like a flower, skin like white jade, and eyes like starlight. What a heavenly fairy.
The woman spoke in a daze, "I have sacrificed myself to retrieve that sword. Why have you not come to take it?" After speaking, she suddenly drew the precious sword from her waist. In an instant, it was like the reversal of blue water, radiating brilliant light. When the sword light dissipated, the woman held a medicine bottle in her hand. She gently waved it, throwing out a large cloud of poisonous mist that rushed towards Taiwu Xixi.
Before the younger sister could compose herself to face the enemy, Simon gently waved his sleeve, and the poisonous mist shattered. The woman also fell backward from the force, collapsing to the ground, coughing up blood incessantly.
She struggled to get up, but ultimately could not overcome her injuries and could only lie on her back. At this moment, a sparrow flew to her ear, chirping. The woman seemed to understand the bird's words, murmuring, "So it was delivered?" She smiled faintly, sighed softly, and transformed into flying smoke, dissipating into the sky.
One item was left in place, a sword hilt. Taiwu Xixi ran up to pick it up. At this moment, a hundred birds sang in unison, their voices shaking the nine heavens, a long song of farewell.
The vast Sword Tomb gradually transformed into an illusion.
Within this illusory scene, a flickering image appeared.
A woman came to a large mountain to live alone. Birds flew to her shoulder, crying, for they had mistakenly drunk the mountain pond water and lost their voices. The woman then went to the pond, where she saw a man collecting three-colored spiritual iron to forge a sword. The two argued for a while, and the woman snatched the sword and threw it into the water. After the man left, the woman took medicine to heal the birds. Soon after, a demon emerged from the water, wreaking havoc on the mountain. The woman regretted her actions, entered the cold pond, endured the bone-chilling cold and the erosion of her body by the demon spirit, retrieved the precious sword, and wrapped it in her clothes, telling the birds to carry it to the sword forger. She herself died from the poison, her body abandoned in the mountains, uncorrupted for a thousand years.
The sword forger returned to the mountain and killed the demon. Remembering the woman's noble act, he erected a monument in her memory and named the precious sword Mo Nuyi.
The scene abruptly ended, the Sword Tomb disappeared, and the deep valley was also gone. The two now appeared on a plain, with wisps of cooking smoke rising not far away.
Taiwu Xixi stammered, "This woman, she was Mo Nü, right? She was a good person. It seems we shouldn't have killed her."
Simon took the Fu Yu Divine Sword's hilt from her hand and gently tossed it forward. The hilt glowed, and suddenly, a ethereal, heavenly musical sound rang out.
Within that pure white light, myriad rich and luxurious colors diffused, and its outline stretched, transforming in mid-air into a palace-dressed young girl, holding a flower branch, with a melancholic expression. It was Mo Nü in her youth.
Little Mo Nü frowned at the two, "Who are you? Did Father Emperor send you to pick me up?" She spoke sorrowfully, "I'm tired of those banquets and don't want to go anymore. I'll just walk around here and clear my mind. Don't follow me..." She took a few steps back, her eyes darting around. Although her brows were still furrowed, her eyes were already delighted by the novel sights, and soon, she began to explore on her own.
Taiwu Xixi hummed, gently exclaiming, "She's so cute!"
Little Mo Nü's eyes were moist, like a doe's. Her delicate and light body moved across the earth as if she were walking on air, full of immortal aura.
Simon chuckled, "A ten-generation extraordinary person, with a broken soul, it's rare for her to be reborn."
"What are you talking about?" The younger sister pouted, "You're being all mysterious. I don't care, I want to raise this little girl."
Simon glanced at the younger sister. Had the power of the Fu Yu Divine Sword already begun to confuse fate?
Fu Xixi, you still don't know your true self.
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