Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 722 Inviting Yong Ji

Pei Ye stretched out his hand, and the water curtain immediately parted, without Li Xizhou needing to raise his hand.

No more scaled demons pounced on the water curtain to tear it apart.

The biting and rubbing from all directions had almost disappeared, and Pei Ye was too lazy to bother with the occasional bite or rub.

"They've all been scattered. Won't it take a toll on you if they keep gnawing at you like this?"

"Because I have to keep replenishing myself." Li Xizhou's face was still pale. At this moment, she was sitting and gently picked a hair-like soft piece from the water beside her, and then let it intertwine and gather in her palm.

Water is used to make silk, which is then woven into fine silk.

Pei Ye sat down beside her, holding his sword, and looked at her.

The woman's hair was streaked with pale scales that shimmered with a subtle sheen. Pei Ye raised his hand and gently touched them. The texture was smooth yet supple, like pieces of soft jade.

Li Xizhou stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at him.

"It's nothing, I was just curious and touched it."

Li Xizhou continued, head bowed, as a thin stream of water flowed between her palms.

“When I saw you grow this the other day, I thought you were going to turn into a mermaid,” Pei Ye said.

"So what if I turn into a mermaid? I can always turn back."

"It's ugly."

"What does my ugliness have to do with you?"

"..."

Pei Ye leaned against the stone wall and glanced at her sideways.

Li Xizhou held out his wrist in front of him: "Make an opening for me."

"Ok?"

“A tiny, bloody gash.” Li Xizhou paused for a moment. “Don’t, don’t bite.”

"..." Pei Ye gathered a wisp of true energy and made a small, neat incision for her, from which a thin layer of red blood wafted out.

Li Xizhou pointed his fingers and took the blood, which then flowed like a thread and was placed into the silk ribbon, thus adding a faint trace of pale red to the finished ribbon.

Pei Ye was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Put my share of mirage blood in; we'll need it later."

Pei Ye looked down, his expression blank for a moment, clearly sensitive to her actions that had harmed him.

Li Xizhou glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "You [Zhiyi] sent me a lot of messages, but I didn't receive any of them. I'm in the Mirage Dragon Burial Ground, which is almost another world."

Pei Ye turned her attention back and pursed her lips: "Oh, it's nothing, I didn't send you many messages either."

"Ah."

The cave was quiet for a while.

Pei Ye shifted his legs, tilted his head, and said nonchalantly, "Um, if the message from [Heart to Heart] wasn't received at the time, it would just disappear, right?"

"It will be reissued."

"……Oh."

Pei Ye gazed at the water curtain, her expression unchanged, but the tips of her ears turned red.

The scaled demons were driven away, and the surroundings were quiet. Li Xizhou lowered his head and continued weaving the mermaid silk.

“I want to talk to you about something.” Pei Ye naturally changed the subject. “It’s about Binglu. I think I might be able to live nine lives.”

Li Xizhou paused, but wasn't too surprised. He simply asked, "Aren't there enough scaled demons outside for you to eat?"

“I don’t know, but now they scatter and run away as soon as I get close, making it inconvenient to chase them, and I don’t dare to stray too far from you,” Pei Ye said. “I think maybe eating those larger ones might cause a change.”

Li Xizhou thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I've got it."

Time passed by little by little. It seemed that there was no day or night in the spiritual realm. Pei Ye transferred true energy to the woman three more times, which made up for eight hours.

Li Xizhou sat with her head bowed, her legs crossed like a mermaid's long tail, the silk she wove completely submerged in the water, and Pei Ye had no idea how long it was. At this moment, she stood up and patted the boy who was pondering the sword manual with his eyes closed.

Pei Ye tilted his head back.

"Let's swap," she said, extending her hand.

……

……

Every mountain peak rising in the distance is a rib of a mirage dragon.

From this angle, the spear standing on the ground is actually taller than the ribs. This spear is quite old; a cloth strip is tied under the spearhead, and the shaft is thick and rough, covered with tiny engravings of varying lengths, thicknesses, and depths—a thousand marks, perhaps enough for eight hundred weapons.

Ninety-nine percent of the remaining opponents are not qualified to leave a mark on it.

But the blade was still as sharp as new, showing that its owner had been sharpening it diligently.

Yong Ji thrust his spear forward, placing it upright beside the other spear. His spear was newer, with few marks on it. The two straight spears stood side by side, both taller than the ribcage.

Yong Ji sat down on the stone next to him.

Space here is almost broken, with narrow cracks growing in the air, like solidified lightning, only black in color.

It was as if the world was a thin, fragile sheet of paper, and something too heavy was pressing down on it, causing it to tear apart all around.

It is a golden statue.

The monk sat cross-legged, made a mudra, and had a short sword hanging at his waist. He closed his eyes under a hundred-foot-tall tree.

"Why did Pei Ye come in?" Yong Ji gazed into the distance.

The monk neither opened his eyes nor spoke.

“The Mirage Realm has been closed for four days. On the first day, I went to Xiting to test him, but he was still completely clueless.” Yong Ji seemed to have not expected the monk to speak, and continued, “At that time, he had already met Li Jian. Li Jian and the others should not have had a way to enter the Mirage Realm... but he just suddenly and inexplicably came in.”

"It's always the same old story of running into the wrong people at the wrong time." His voice was low and cold. "They all deserve to be torn to pieces."

“Yong, you always have an uncontrollable temper,” the monk said in a low voice without opening his eyes.

“That means it’s my nature.” Yong Ji closed his eyes briefly. His wounds hadn’t healed, but the bleeding had stopped. The multiple punctures and cuts seemed to have no effect on his condition, and even his vital energy hadn’t been weakened much.

"It's most likely that Princess Jinyang left a door open; perhaps she knows more about the Mirage Realm than we do," the monk said.

Yong Ji didn't speak. He looked down at the faint golden thread on the stone, which still led into the distance, pointing to the mountain where he had just been, meaning that the woman was still there.

From a situational perspective, having an extra person like Pei Ye (who is eight years old) wouldn't have any significant impact. If Li Xizhou could bring in anyone at will, that person should be either Li He or Li Jian.

Pei Ye's entry was more like "only Pei Ye could enter".

The female bird will be bitten to death by two pythons in the nest. The male bird will then swoop down, but it can't save anything; it will only add another meal to its diet.

In the spiritual realm, he was no match for [Bai Shui] at all; with just four moves, Bai Shui had already forced out the Heart Sword technique. If he hadn't lost the initiative, he wouldn't have even suffered this minor injury.

Yong Ji did not underestimate the young man's strength; he was likely one of the people in the world who knew his true abilities best, and he was willing to admit that he was inferior to him in terms of combat skills. However, in the Spirit Realm, facing the [White Water] Immortal Authority and the most difficult-to-kill cultivators from the Northern Frontier, he had almost no chance of winning.

Overcoming oneself is already an unsolvable problem, let alone having a monk involved.

One was born at eight years old, the other was seriously injured; what kind of trouble could they possibly cause? But Li Xizhou had indeed brought him far too many surprises.

So the failure to kill her as expected today fueled his anger. A faint sense of unease lingered in his heart.

From the very beginning, Yong Ji never expected her to appear in the Mirage Realm.

Because by then the Mirage Realm was almost under their control. Under the seven-day feast, more and more scaled demons became obedient, gathering together like a stream. The two tree-dwelling water lords were also lured away and were almost under their control.

Yongji has already used this to find [Baishui].

They already have two Heavenly Towers inside and outside their spiritual realm, who can enter and exit at any time, and the two Water Lords are also of use.

They were almost ready to welcome the forced entry of the opposing Tianlou. Once they obtained [White Water] and sealed off the spiritual realm, they would be on their home turf. This was a battle that the Yan Prince's Mansion was not afraid of.

The Northern Frontier can afford to lose two Tianlou members, Li Xizhou and Li Jian. Can you afford to lose them? Are they really your subordinates who are willing to risk their lives for you?

But no one came in.

At that time, Yong Ji believed that Xianrentai should skip this round—I want underwater, you want above water, and we'll set up our formations again in seven days.

Therefore, Zhao Lingjun stayed up there to delay the situation, while the underwater Zen General was sufficient to maintain order.

But then two subtle things happened.

Firstly, the Mirage City was cleared out much faster than expected, within a few days. Zhao Lingjun's condition was greatly depleted, and his assassination attempt on Pei Ye also failed. He was not under the command of the Prince of Yan, so he retreated at this point, leaving behind only millions of controlled Scaled Demons.

So they had no choice but to touch the [White Water], which activated the ceremony for the Water Lord's ascension to the throne and sealed off the Mirage Realm.

If this continues for a longer period, their control over the Mirage will become more complete.

Secondly, Li Xizhou was unaware that he had somehow ended up in this enclosed mirage.

Yong Ji knew that Zhang Mengqiu's assassination attempt had failed, but he only realized that Li Xizhou had entered the Luoshen Palace and arrived in the Mirage Realm after he met her.

Knowing nothing about the mirage, she dared to leap in alone.

Because of Yu Sicheng's failure, they knew almost nothing about what was inside the Luoshen Palace.

She was clearly more at home here than they were.

She suddenly took away the true blood of the Mirage Dragon.

At this point, Yong Ji had lost the ability to predict Li Xizhou's intentions; he couldn't guess what she wanted to do.

The true blood of the Mirage Dragon is the stepping stone to inheriting [White Water]. Because he could not meet the conditions for inheritance, he could not draw the true blood into his body, so he used brute force to extract [White Water] directly.

Li Xizhou met the conditions for inheritance, so she took the Mirage Dragon's true blood... But the [White Water] inside was gone, so what use was it to her?

Yong Ji never wanted to take control of this mirage.

He only wanted [White Water] itself, to take it back to the north. After that, it was none of his business whether Li Xizhou ruled this collapsed and dead mirage. But for now, they were still in this mirage, and [White Water] had not yet separated from the mirage dragon's body.

Therefore, Yong Ji vaguely sensed a kind of confrontation that he had overlooked—he thought he had already taken control of the Mirage Realm, and his imagined opponent had always been the other party's Heavenly Tower. In fact, he was also very eager to see the new face of the legendary [Life Hound].

But another immense force that cannot be ignored comes from the mirage itself.

It was dead most of the time, but Li Xizhou pried it open.

Yong Ji had this feeling when he saw that unbreakable silk.

It was this unease that made him eager to kill Li Xizhou, and led him to Xitingxin to test Pei Ye.

Because all problems can be brutally solved by killing. He cleverly carried a portion of the blood of the unicorn, and used this to force Li Xizhou into a corner.

But then, in a subtle twist, she left a small door open for Pei Ye.

She obviously couldn't bring people in at will; otherwise, she could have let in two or three Heavenly Towers, which would have been enough to sweep everything away in Zhao Lingjun's absence.

But even if you can only bring one person, why would that person be Pei Ye?

She made this decision in advance; will she regret it now?
Can adding a mere inexperienced Pei Ye really put us to the test against these two guns from the northern frontier?
He had a disagreement with the monk when he left. He thought he should stay behind and wait a few hours until the scaled demon gnawed through the silk. At that time, he could kill anyone, whether there was one or two people inside.

But the monk believed they should return to take control of the world. The Mirage Realm was still sealed off, and the two of them couldn't escape no matter what. Controlling this world was the key to their invincibility.

He had a large spear, and Yong Ji obeyed him.

The monk offered a golden hand, which Yongji touched, and recited a Buddhist scripture to calm his agitation.

He sighed.

Some unfounded worries, two lambs to the slaughter.

But then the monk suddenly opened his eyes.

A delicate, swaying flower grew on the ground between the two of them.

"I am already barely clinging to life, why is Your Highness sighing?"

Yong Ji turned around abruptly. The woman stood several feet away. Her face was still pale, her hair was loose, and there was a large, conspicuous patch of old red on her clothes.

Yongji lowered his head; the blood-red line on the stone was still clearly visible in the distance.

Yong Ji squinted at her: "Are you coming here to die? Or are you trying to pull a trap?"

Eight zhang (approximately 33 meters) is just one step away.

Yong Ji twisted his body, raised his spear, stepped on the ground, and leaped out. In an instant, the spear pierced into the woman's figure... but he didn't touch anything. He suddenly realized that he was once again eight feet away from her.

The monk stood up.

“You are inside the Mermaid Pavilion, and I am outside. We have wasted our passion, Yong.” Li Xizhou raised his hand, and a gentle stream of water flowed over it.

Countless thin and beautiful silk threads flowed through this space, stretching for tens or hundreds of feet. As they flowed, many dreamlike and light flowers grew from the pale red threads, with ribbons tied to their stems. In an instant, the ground was covered with a quiet, serene blue.

The monk gripped the spear beneath the stone, and black lightning bolts climbed rapidly around him like a spiderweb. Groans of unbearable burden echoed from heaven and earth, but layer upon layer of slender silk had already unfurled.

Twelve ribbons fluttered like twelve clear streams, as if hanging from the sky, surrounding the center like a flower, and connecting the four directions of heaven and earth.

In a short while, the halberd inside the silk was no longer visible.

The monk looked at the woman in silence. Li Xizhou, pale-faced and with her head down, had a bloodstain on her wrist. She looked up at him and gave him a calm, faint smile.

—Weaving together an old palace of the Goddess of the Luo River.

The mirage blood left behind by Wei Qingju had grown for sixty years. During her lifetime, Wei Qingju's use and understanding of it were beyond imagination.

Li Xizhou didn't inherit much, and she didn't have much time to study either.

However, weaving garlands is something every merman does naturally, and it's not much more difficult than making flower garlands.

Wei Qingju left her with mature skills and abundant bricks and stones.

Yong Ji stood alone in this realm enclosed by silk, his hand gripping his gun tightly.

The place was quiet and vast, offering no hiding place and nothing that could harm him. He had been chasing Li Xizhou for days, and this was the first time he had entered the interior of this silken water curtain, which indeed blocked out everything from the outside world.

Yong Ji failed to grasp the purpose behind the woman's actions. He looked up and thought that in a few more hours, the monk would be able to truly control the world within the Mirage Realm. If he wanted to delay, he should have trapped the monk inside. What was the point of locking himself up here?

Then he suddenly turned his head to the side and squinted slightly.

A ragged young man, head bowed, carrying a sword, slowly emerged from the other end.

With his hair down and barefoot, he had already looked up and stared at him from dozens of feet away.

(End of this chapter)