Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 709 Cleansing the World (Seeking votes at the end of the month!)

Pei Ye stared blankly at the scene. The two strangely shaped long dragons were gradually washed away by the rain. After their scales melted, no flesh and bones were revealed. The two long bodies left a faint shadow between the rain and the sky, until it faded into a painting. Then even the ink was washed away bit by bit.

For a moment, Pei Ye felt as if they had never truly existed. The rain passed through the two enormous painted shadows, seemingly untouched by anything.

Li He raised his hand and pointed, and a flash of light swept out, heading straight for the two long shadows on the river. But the famous sword also brushed past them, as if they were from completely different worlds, and neither could disturb the other.

The two shadows faded with each wash until they vanished completely, leaving only five large ships adrift there. The blood and scale demons vanished like a dream, leaving only wind and torrential rain on the river.

Nothing happened; it all seemed to vanish just like that.

It was quiet for a long time.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and Pei Ye subconsciously turned his head. Even the fairy from Tianshan beside him hadn't managed to muster her true energy; her clothes and hair were soaked, and she stared blankly into the distance.

"What did Zhao Lingjun mean by that?" he asked.

The boy's words seemed to break the silence. Shi Zanxue was taken aback: "He was saying that we can't influence the movements within the Mirage Realm... but I don't know what the situation is now."

Pei Ye looked at Li He again, and the man slowly shook his head: "I can't sense him anymore."

No one could perceive it anymore; the river surface remained as calm as ever. The figures of people on the riverbank began to sway, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden downpour, all seeking shelter.

Zhu Gaoyang reined in his horse: "It's raining heavily here, let's go to the boat to discuss things first. Let's get a feel for the situation on the eight rivers before we talk about it."

The group boarded the large ship that had sailed from Tianshan, keeping the heavy rain and white mist at bay. Several soul birds were released immediately, soaring into the clouds, some to report, others to inquire. Zhu Gaoyang then dispatched more than a dozen feather inspectors to investigate and make contact.

Half of the Wei River had been under the surveillance of Xianrentai, and the inspectors quickly reported that there was no unusual activity on the river. However, all the surveillance posts reported the heavy rain, and even the messenger from 180 miles away wrote, "Two quarters ago, the rain suddenly started."

“The rain suddenly intensified here just two quarters of an hour ago.” Zhu Gaoyang twirled the letter between his fingers, his brows furrowing slightly. “How could the clouds change so quickly?”

“But perhaps there are clouds that big,” Shi Zanxue said.

No one spoke; everyone sensed the suddenness of the downpour, but at that moment, there was no clue as to how it was being dealt with.

The group sat inside the cabin and got some rest for the time being.

In any case, the mirage city above the eight rivers has indeed been completely wiped out by them, and nothing can be hidden anymore, nor can any plans be carried out. This was almost the goal of this mission from the very beginning.

Pei Ye stood in front of the open window. The heavy rain poured down on the river, making it almost completely white and invisible.

It must be said that the desolate and gloomy atmosphere on the river has disappeared, and the white mist no longer seems to be hiding something. He remembers the first time he rowed his fishing boat onto the Lao River, that sense of gloom always touched his heartstrings. But now that spiritual atmosphere has disappeared, and Pei Ye could not feel more at this moment that this is an ordinary world.

But he could never truly settle down.

The soul bird fluttered in through the window, landed on the table, and shook its wet feathers.

The messages started coming in, and soon there was a second and a third.

Zhu Gaoyang opened the letter, glanced at it, and immediately opened the second one. After reading them all, he met the questioning gazes of the others and said, "News from all directions: the lower reaches of the Wei River, the Jing, Feng, Lao, Yu, Hao, Chan, and Ba rivers, the lakes, rivers, pools, and streams that have spread along the water system, and all the towns and villages in the capital region that have been irrigated, all received heavy rain three quarters of an hour ago."

After a moment of silence, the sound of raincoats rustling came from outside the cabin, and a feather inspector wearing a straw hat strode in.

Standing in front of the door, he said, "Inspector He, an urgent message has just arrived from the Immortal Terrace in Shenjing, saying that the weather in Shenjing has suddenly changed from sunny to heavy rain. The Censor has inquired about matters concerning Inspector He."

“The capital region spanning eight hundred li…” Zhu Gaoyang murmured to himself, “In that case, it is indeed as Zhao Lingjun said, there may be a great change in the Mirage Realm.”

After a moment of silence in the cabin, Li He said, "Only the [White Water] Immortal Power has such power, by... by... mobilizing the entire Mirage Realm, covering thousands of miles."

He paused, frowned, as if he had forgotten something.

Pei Ye turned away from the window, unable to calm down any longer: "I'll go check on the boat at Weishui Dock."

Nie Shangheng and the Tianshan disciples had already boarded the five large ships at Weishui Dock and were searching and surveying. Pei Ye leaped onto the deck in a few bounds, and with a glance, all the remaining scales and bloodstains in his field of vision had disappeared completely, without even leaving a trace of their scent.

On the deck, figures stood in blue and white. The Tianshan disciples' robes came in a variety of colors and styles, and the rules were very strict about what kind of clothes each person wore. They always had a profound sense of antiquity in the details, and were also ethereal and otherworldly. They were a very eye-catching and easily recognizable group.

Nie Shangheng stood on the mast of the central ship, his hand on his sword and his eyes lowered. Pei Ye approached him, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior Nie."

Nie Shangheng watched him approach and nodded slightly: "Young Master Pei, are you well?"

Pei Ye paused for a moment before touching the faint bloodstain on his throat: "It's nothing, thank you for your concern, senior—was anything discovered on the ship?"

“No one was left behind; they were all sent out on their ships.” Nie Shangheng looked down and said, “We’ve searched the entire place; there are almost five empty ships. Apart from the bait baskets, there’s nothing related to the Spirit Realm.”

Pei Ye paused for a moment: "I also feel like it's an illusion, it just disappeared like that... If it weren't for these traces left behind, I would suspect that I have entered some kind of illusion again."

Nie Shangheng asked, "What marks?"

Pei Ye pointed to the bows and sterns of the other ships, the crooked wooden masts, and the collapsed and cracked bulwarks: "Wasn't that where the tiger-dragon's body just crushed? The other rhinoceros-dragon didn't leave any marks."

Nie Shangheng was taken aback: "Please give me more details. Where are the indentations... and what are the Tiger-Dragon and Rhinoceros-Dragon?"

"..."

Pei Ye stared blankly at him, a chill running through his body. He lowered his head again, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word—the five large ships were intact, and all the marks he had pointed out had disappeared, as if they had never borne the weight of the Water Lord's dissection of the corpse.

It was raining heavily.

"Has Young Master Pei's intelligence not been combined with ours yet?" Nie Shangheng noticed something was wrong. "If you have any secrets, you should check them as soon as possible."

The man's voice was steady and deep, but Pei Ye felt only fear when she looked at him.

“No, it’s not something I know alone,” Pei Ye said softly, “Just now, those two water lords on this ship… you even fought with them—you’re not injured, are you…”

He reached out and pulled at the man's chest.

Nie Shangheng frowned and dodged, first holding his sword horizontally in front of him, and said seriously, "I know about the Eight Waters Feast and the Water Lords, but have these two Water Lords already shown their faces? Young Hero Pei—if things don't go smoothly, don't act rashly!"

“Your injury,” Pei Ye repeated, stopping in his tracks. “You’re injured.”

"Yes, I was injured in the fight with the Lord of Weishui and Zhao Lingjun just now. What does Young Hero Pei want to say?" "How can the wound from the Scale Tail Strike be the same as these?!" Pei Ye said, "You were injured by the Water Lord!"

Where is the injury?

"Right in my chest."

Nie Shangheng frowned and stared at him, slowly raising his hand to open his shirt—clean, unmarked skin, strong and powerful throbbing. None of the scales, the sagging flesh, Pei Ye had imagined were there.

"..."

Pei Ye took a step back, then another, before suddenly turning and leaping away, tearing a path through the heavy rain. He flew straight back to the Tianshan ship, pushed open the cabin door, and stared directly at the few people inside who were looking up in slight surprise.

Zhu Gaoyang noticed his distraught state and asked calmly, "Don't panic, what happened?"

The man's familiar clear voice made the boy grab a piece of waterweed: "Brother Zhu, something's wrong. Do you remember the two water lords from just now? Now all traces of them have disappeared, and Senior Nie doesn't remember them fighting..."

He lowered his voice halfway through his sentence because he noticed the bewilderment on the man's face.

“…Tell me slowly, when did the Water Lord appear?” Zhu Gaoyang looked at him. “Didn’t we come together?”

“We came together,” Pei Ye said in a slightly hoarse voice, staring straight at him. “When we reached the shore, we saw five boats hidden in the mist. Then Shi Zanxue came over, and we exchanged a few words. After that, Nie Shangheng appeared on the river and killed the five leaders of the Wei River stronghold. And then, and then the mist dissipated, and inside, Zhao Lingjun was sitting cross-legged, having cleaved open one of the water lords and was now commanding another…”

Pei Ye took a couple of breaths and tried his best to describe the scene in detail, hoping that every detail could evoke their memories: "Then, Zhao Lingjun killed me with the [Twelve Inches of Observation], and Senior Li He repelled him... captured him, but he was swallowed by the Crimson Rhinoceros Flood Dragon and then disappeared with it."

The cabin was quiet.

Shi Zanxue nodded slightly: "I came from that time..."

Pei Ye stared intently at Li He.

Li He's expression was not much. He remained silent for a while and said, "I fought and defeated Zhao Lingjun. Later, he disappeared with the heavy rain and I did not see any water spirit."

"..." Pei Ye lowered his head and pursed his lips: "The Immortal Platform has left traces of many things, such as case files and letters. We have reported the Water Lord's matter... Let's investigate."

Yu Jian accepted the order and left.

Pei Ye glanced at the people in the cabin, and they all looked at him in return. Nie Shangheng followed from behind and entered the room, remaining silent for a moment.

"So, in your opinion, what is the current situation?" Pei Ye asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Zhu Gaoyang pondered for a moment, then said cautiously, "We tracked the Mirage City to this point, and Zhao Lingjun dropped his weapon. There seems to be a dramatic change within the Spirit Realm, resulting in heavy rain, which we suspect is caused by [White Water]."

“Indeed, since you know about the Spirit Realm, Brother Zhu,” Pei Ye stared directly at him and said slowly, “how could you forget the Water Lord? The Spirit Realm, most of the news about the Spirit Realm is related to this…”

Zhu Gaoyang frowned and interrupted, "The spiritual realm is indescribable. Since ancient times, no one has been able to find any trace of it. It has only ever existed in legends... How could we possibly have any information about it?"

"I told you about Zhu Gaoyang!!" Pei Ye suddenly shouted angrily, "Five days ago on the ship, the two of us told you about the three principles of the Spirit Realm! That was when we were in the palace. His Highness deciphered it from the 'Seeking the Crossing in Luochuan' and told me about it. Later, she entered the Spirit Realm, and I was worried about her... I told you all these things!!"

The boy's outburst stunned everyone. He wasn't angry with anyone, but stared straight at the man. Zhu Gaoyang pursed his lips into a thin line and said only, "...You said His Highness entered the Spirit Realm? Which His Highness?"

"...Which other prince could it be? You know there's been a change in [White Water] in the Spirit Realm, isn't that because Yong Ji and Your Highness are fighting over it...or perhaps he has already succeeded?"

Shi Zanxue hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it Princess Jinyang...? Her Highness has been in Shenjing these days, going in and out of Xiuwen Hall and the palace. We have been in contact with her."

Pei Ye did not answer, but continued to stare at Zhu Gaoyang.

Zhu Gaoyang frowned deeply, but still nodded: "Yes, I haven't received any news of His Highness leaving the capital either."

All the unexpected events before combined did not make Pei Ye as bewildered as this moment. His heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. He took a step back, turned around abruptly without saying a word, and strode away.

Zhu Gaoyang darted out and caught up: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to Beijing."

"I'll go with you."

Pei Ye paused, turned to look at the man, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhu, I shouldn't have been angry with you... Something's wrong. I have some urgent business to attend to right now, so you don't need to worry."

The man gripped his forearm with a strong hand: "Why say such things? What's wrong?"

Pei Ye remained silent for a moment: "Brother Zhu, you've all forgotten about her. I need to go to the capital to find her... Please send me a fast horse."

Zhu Gaoyang paused for a moment: "I really don't know what you're talking about... but since you possess the [Quail Head], I trust you. What do you think we should do? You can leave a plan, and we'll refer to it."

Pei Ye shook his head: "I don't know either. Just do whatever you want. I don't think it matters much... Anyway, I'll go find Li Jian."

"it is good."

The two flew to the shore, where Yu Jian had already led over the Linxue horse. Pei Ye drew his sword, mounted the horse, and was about to gallop away when Zhu Gaoyang took off his bamboo hat and slapped it onto his head.

"..."

The two exchanged a glance and nodded slightly. Pei Ye then spurred his horse forward and disappeared into the rain and mist.

The raindrops fell like beans, and the pain on his face was also like beans. Pei Ye pushed through the rain and mist, his hooves speeding across the slippery, muddy road.

Only then did Pei Ye purse her lips and tentatively call out in a slightly hoarse voice, "...Little cat?"

"Ah."

"..."

"I remember."

The black cat's voice was as calm as ever, like a thin piece of ice jade, and Pei Ye's heart, which had been pounding wildly for a quarter of an hour, slowly calmed down.

It was raining heavily.

(End of this chapter)