Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 446: Heavenly Listening Immortal Official
The north wind was howling, and the icy walls of Changbai City were glowing blue-gray in the morning light.

You Su wrapped his felt hat tightly around his shoulders, looking at the black flags fluttering outside the city - tens of thousands of cultivators were lined up on the snowy plains, and the halos of spiritual energy of various colors were like stars falling to the ground, splitting the vast sky and earth into colorful pieces of jade.

Changbai City is not the first city in the northern border of Beiaozhou, but at this moment, surrounded by thousands of monks, it looks like a giant in armor and armed with weapons.

You Su hid in the corner of the tower, wearing a cloak specially made for Qianhua Pavilion. The sound of swords being unsheathed filled his ears, and he unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword.

All he had experienced before were battles, but what he witnessed now was a real war.

However, due to his identity, it was inconvenient for him to introduce the person who guided these thousands of monks as a wanted criminal in the five continents before the mission was completed. He was afraid that it would only cause instability in the army. And revealing his identity after the mission was completed would make people change their opinion of him, so he could only avoid the crowd.

Suddenly, twelve bell sounds rang out from the city wall, clearing away the accumulated snow, and nine black ice dragons emerged from the clouds.

Venerable Qianlong was hanging in the air on the dragon's spine. She had changed back into the extremely gorgeous witch skirt she wore when they first met. It fluttered in the wind like a war flag. Behind her were five Venerable Dongxu with strong auras.

When You Su followed Venerable Qianlong to block the third sea well, City Lord Nalan ran to several places with her message. He not only gathered effective manpower from various cities, but also called over many Venerable Dongxu who were traveling outside.

As expected by Venerable Qianlong, they were also people who didn't know what happened, but they were abandoned by the group of people in Shenshan. So under the call of the Venerable Lord, they quickly decided to save Bei'ao from the dire situation.

"I didn't expect that even Venerable Qianhua would help me, Beiao."

An old man wearing a bronze mask shook his sleeves and snorted coldly. He was the Xuanji Master. This master of mechanical devices was once banned from entering the sacred mountain for privately casting weapons. At this moment, there were twelve golden armor puppets floating behind him, each of which was engraved with terrifying secret patterns. It was also because of them that his Xuanji Sect was able to protect the people within a hundred miles.

"Your Majesty Xuanji's twelve golden-armored puppets are nothing compared to the blood and blood I have invested." Venerable Qianhua retorted with a cold face, but smiled at Venerable Qianlong who was shouting at thousands of cultivators, "If you lose the battle, you, my lord, will have to accompany me to practice the cauldron furnace of dual cultivation."

"How could the Master of Qianhua Pavilion be someone who lacks a cauldron?" To the right of the beautiful woman Xiushen was a young man with a pale face and even whiter hair. He was holding a huge snow-white silkworm pupa, and the silk was wrapped around his fingertips like a living thing.

"I think Venerable Bingcan wants to offer himself to me. As far as I know, the snow silkworm silk of Qianhua Pavilion is all provided by you. Why don't you two strengthen the relationship?" Another upright middle-aged cultivator interrupted in a bad tone.

"I treat Pavilion Master Qianhua as just a partner." The young-looking Ice Silkworm Venerable answered softly. The middle-aged male cultivator was full of contempt when he heard it. It was obvious that he was extremely disdainful of the Ice Silkworm Venerable's behavior of letting outsiders take away the benefits.

"Your Excellency Bai Shu is a scholar, but you also like to randomly match couples?" The Venerable Qian Hua chuckled, "If you like the snow silk, just go buy it yourself. Didn't my Qian Hua Pavilion buy it with money?"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Bai Shu snorted coldly and said nothing more.

There was a hint of pride in the eyes of Venerable Bingcan, as if he felt that the beauty was arguing for him, so he thanked the fairy in a low voice.

Venerable Qianhua looked at this feminine-looking boy who was showing goodwill to her, and her smile stiffened unconsciously. She actually disliked this feminine-looking "boy" who was actually over 200 years old. She already admitted that she was hypocritical, but the hypocritical smell of this boy made her feel even more uncomfortable.

She was also very clear that the other party was willing to provide her with Beiao's unique silk because he coveted her beauty. If it were not for the snow silk, she would never have any contact with such a person, let alone let him have such an unrealistic fantasy.

Before, she might have been hypocritical, but she was about to accomplish great things, and the snow silk was no longer worth mentioning.

Not to mention that at this moment, all that appeared in her mind was the image of her master, and she felt increasingly uncomfortable with the pale young man's advances.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pretend to be frivolous and said, "Your Excellency Bingcan, there is no need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, it would be more practical to find me a few strong young men from your Beiao. It would be best if they were strong sword cultivators with muscles that could be felt."

Although the words are vulgar, they fit her personality.

Upon hearing this, Venerable Ice Silkworm's expression turned extremely ugly. The man described by the woman was completely different from him. However, the other party's familiar tone did not seem to have any malice, but rather as if she was really asking for help from a good friend, making it difficult for him to tell whether the other party was hinting at him.

The White Book Master laughed loudly, looking as if he was gloating over the misfortune of a dog who would die a bad death:
"I misunderstood. I thought Venerable Qianhua liked the beautiful young man who looked like a bunny in Nanyang. But you asked the wrong person to ask Venerable Bingcan if you wanted to find such a man. The men in his silkworm palace are totally different from what you want!"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Ice Silkworm gnashed his teeth, and the ice silkworm in his arms trembled slightly, just like the anger that could not be hidden in his thin chest.

Just at this moment, Venerable Qianlong, who had just boosted the morale of the army, turned around and glared at them. His eyes were piercingly cold, making the several Dongxu who were whispering in private speech silent and dared not act rashly.

Even though the woman has personally admitted that her power has declined, her majesty is still there. The fact that the Lord has suppressed the Beiao monks for a hundred years has already become a shadow in the hearts of many monks. However, Venerable Qianhua is not very restrained. He even looks at the young man he has been thinking about from a distance.

"Venerable Baishu will lead the formation, Venerable Bingcan and Venerable Qianhua will guard the left and right sides of the formation, Venerable Xuanji and Venerable Qingsong will be in the center of the army, and I will be in the rear to support the formation. In a quarter of an hour, we will set off for the sacred mountain!"

There was a majesty in the woman's voice that came from the bone marrow, which made people want to surrender involuntarily.

Venerable Qingsong was an old woman with white hair and beard. She did not participate in the private conversations between the few people. She was the first to agree. The other great men also responded in turn, but Venerable Qianhua looked incredulous.

Because of her inconvenient status, You Su was arranged by this woman to be among the monks of Qianhua Pavilion who were accompanying her. The monks of Qianhua Pavilion were not known for their good fighting skills, so they were in the logistics group. Logically, she should be with her own monks, but this woman said that she was the rear guard and drove her away. This was definitely an ulterior motive!

She had even prepared the Jade Curtain Flying Boat!
"Wait a minute, my lord. I, a cultivator from Qianhua Pavilion, am at the rear of the army. If I were to command the rear, I would be able to stabilize the morale of the army."

"Venerable Qianhua is wrong. You are a cultivator from another place but are willing to help. You should be standing in front of the battle line as a role model for the troops." Venerable Qingsong spoke slowly. She was a highly respected elder in Beiaozhou and her words carried great weight.

Even Venerable Qianhua did not dare to argue any more. She knew very well that the old woman was just talking nice words. They just didn't want to hand over their butts to a foreigner like her. She had no choice but to swallow this loss. But when she looked at Venerable Qianlong, there was inevitably more resentment in her eyes.

……

The jade-curtain flying boat hangs in the clouds, and the portholes carved from ice crystals reflect thousands of fragments of light.

You Su leaned against the wall to wipe the Mosong sword. The blade reflected not the luxurious black and gold cheongsam, but the skirt of the Venerable Qianlong embroidered with dragon patterns, which was dragging on the ground. The ice dragon earrings hanging between her wide sleeves made a clear sound, like some kind of secret code that she wanted to say but couldn't.

"Changbai City is only eighty miles away from the sacred mountain. The war can start today. You just stay in this flying boat then." The fairy stroked the hem of her skirt and sat opposite the young man.

The crisp sound of the scabbard hitting the deck shattered the silence in the room. When You Su stood up, his felt hat slipped off, revealing his angular profile outlined by the firelight: "I will act according to circumstances."

"Evil spirits are foolish, but cultivators are resourceful." Venerable Qianlong seemed a little anxious. "Do you think Venerable Ningshuang's frost chains are just for show? I can't protect you forever."

You Su glanced over and asked, "Are you so afraid of my death?"

The beautiful fairy was stunned for a moment, but her voice lost a little bit of its coldness: "You have helped enough, your sister is still waiting for you, you don't need to take any more risks."

You Su knew that the woman was just being stubborn. He was always very sensitive to other people's kindness.

"Don't worry, I don't want to die either." A strong wind suddenly blew outside the cabin. Looking through the ice crystal porthole, the Kongyuan Divine Mountain was like an inverted ice sword piercing the sky. At the foot of the mountain, the dark array of monks stretched for miles. The "North" pattern on the black flag was burning in the snow.

"We're here." Venerable Qianlong walked onto the deck, his deerskin boots embroidered with dragon patterns crushing the ice steps, and nine black ice dragons appeared from the void.

When she looked back, the divine pattern on her forehead flowed, and she seemed to have turned back into the peerless fairy who looked down upon Bei Ao: "Wait here."

The ice steps solidified under his feet, and when Venerable Qianlong stepped on the dragon's spine and flew down, cheers like a tsunami erupted at the foot of the mountain. You Su lay on the railing of the deck and looked at the brilliant figure, feeling a little unbelievable.

They came from the north, and to enter the city they took the same route as You Su and Venerable Ao Shu. They had to pass through Snow City, one of the four cities of Wind, Frost, Rain and Snow. The mayor of Snow City was actually outside the city personally welcoming the arrival of Venerable Lord Bei Ao.

"My Lord, Xue Wuya has been waiting for you here for a long time."

A voice as clear as an icy spring pierced through the wind and snow. The plain-looking Lord of Snow City stood under the city gate and bowed.

As both of them are venerables, few people would call themselves by their ordinary names in front of another person, but would rather call themselves by their venerable titles. Xue Wuya, however, was very respectful to Venerable Qianlong, because he, the city lord, was supported by Venerable Qianlong. Venerable Qianlong had the same consideration when he chose to go north, because Snow City would never close its doors to her.

Venerable Qianlong's gorgeous clothes billowed like a raging sea in the north wind. Looking at the endless sorrow in Xue Wuya's eyes, she sighed helplessly:
"How is Shenshan doing?"

"The sacred mountain is fine, but the evil spirits rising in the five continents are already known to everyone, and conflict is inevitable." Xue Wuya bent over and answered.

"Dispute? It seems that there are still many people supporting those ungrateful people." Her voice was wrapped in ice crystals and fell.

"Wu Ya has been waiting for the Lord for a long time. The Divine Mountain has been divided into two distinct factions. One is the pure stream that does not want to see the innocent sacrifice of the poor people of Bei'ao like the Lord, and the other is the muddy stream headed by Venerable Ningshuang and others. In fact, most cultivators cannot accept the sacrifice of the people, but Venerable Ningshuang and others are making a big fuss about it..."

"Proclaim what?"

Xue Wuya suddenly bowed even more, "Spread the word that it was you, the Lord, who secretly dug the sea well without the knowledge of the Five Continents people, and that it was your fault that the current situation occurred... As a result, many of those who were originally filled with righteous indignation also joined the Turbid Flow team."

"I dug it through." Venerable Qianlong showed a trace of sadness in his eyes. Her personal admission made Xue Wuya tremble in disbelief.

But the woman's eyes flashed with a more determined light, "But my original intention was definitely not to harm Bei Ao. I sent flowers and plants grown with the black soil to the four cities of Fengshuangyuxue. Have you noticed anything strange about those flowers and plants so far?"

Xue Wuya seemed to be thinking about it, then shook his head.

"They just want to find an excuse to agree with those people's views and say that it is my fault." Thinking of the hateful faces of this group of people, Venerable Qianlong became even more angry and asked harshly, "Those people knew that I would come back, but now no one dares to come to see me?!"

Xue Wuya looked at the fierce army behind the woman. These monks who were abandoned in the distant mountains were all filled with anger. Bei Aozhou was the most vengeful, and this kind of murderous hatred made these monks condense a terrifying bloodiness.

Xue Wuya replied fearfully, "Both factions believe that this is a dispute of principles and can be discussed. If a large-scale war breaks out, the most innocent people of the Kongyuan Divine Mountain will be hurt. So they are unwilling to rashly go to war with the Lord. All the Dongxu Lords of the Divine Mountain are waiting for you to discuss matters in the Dragon Palace."

In fact, Venerable Qianlong had expected this. This war certainly could not be started easily. After all, for both sides, the Divine Mountain was the most important position. If so many Dongxu masters fought here and damaged the Divine Mountain, it would truly shake the foundation of Beiaozhou.

"A bunch of cowardly barracudas."

Venerable Qianlong made no secret of his contempt and took the four Venerable Beiao into the mountains with him, leaving Venerable Qianhua alone to command the army.

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Inside the meeting hall of the Dragon Palace, there were thousands of icy ridges hanging from the jade dome, and each of the ridges was condensed with frost from the Beiao Continent.

The hem of Venerable Qianlong's skirt embroidered with dragon patterns brushed against the black ice floor tiles, and the ice lotus patterns blooming under his feet meandered to the high platform at the head of the hall.

Thirty-six bronze chairs were arranged on both sides, with the remnants of Venerable Chengliang and the venerables from various branches of Shenshan all sitting in them. Some had cold eyes, some looked as if they had seen a savior, but no one tacitly tried to grab the highest seat, as if everyone tacitly agreed that the seat belonged to her.

"You all want me to tie my hands and go back to the mountain to stand trial?"

Venerable Qianlong shook her wide sleeves lightly, turned around gracefully, and sat on the first seat that belonged to her alone.

Venerable Ningshuang clapped his hands and sneered, "When the Lord slaughtered his fellow Beiaos, did he ever ask their blood whether it agreed or not?"

"Three hundred years ago, the ten tribes of Bei'ao exchanged their children for cannibalism. Did you lower your eyes when you were feasting on the sacred mountain? Now that I want to fill the gap, you are pretending to complain to them?"

"What a great way to fill up the gully!" Venerable Ningshuang slammed the table and stood up. Ice spikes from the ground shot out like poisonous fangs. "You said that you would replace the sea well with soil, but what you got in return was evil spirits devouring people! Because of you, Beiaozhou has become a purgatory on earth!"

"Purgatory?" Venerable Qianlong suddenly laughed, and seventy-two ice mirrors flew out from his sleeves. The mirrors reflected the boiling pool of blood, the frozen corpses of babies, and the tragic scene of people cutting out their flesh to feed the evil spirits. "Aren't these purgatory cast by you yourselves?"

As soon as the picture came out, there was a burst of boos in the hall.

Venerable Ningshuang knocked on the hexagram chair with his dry fingers, and the ice mirror exploded.

"We are just following the trend! Bei'ao has already been overwhelmed. Why should they suck our blood to feed those useless people?"

Venerable Qianlong's eyes were grim, the air pressure suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the atmosphere in the hall was immediately tense.

"enough!"

Suddenly, Buddhist sounds rang out from outside the hall, and the shadow of the Nine-Layered Heaven Gate opened.

The immortal official walked in gracefully on the golden steps, his snow-white robe embroidered with the "Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions" star map unique to the Immortal Ancestor Temple.

His face was covered with a gilded mask, and on his forehead was a "translucent jade" that glowed with chaotic light - he was the only "Heavenly Listening Immortal Official" in the Immortal Ancestor Temple who could directly communicate with the Immortal Ancestor's consciousness.

Venerable Qianlong was somewhat surprised when she saw the newcomers. Although she was also a high-ranking immortal official in the Immortal Ancestor Temple, they were all immortal officials who governed the world.

The real reason why the Immortal Ancestor Temple got its name is because it can convey the will of the five great immortal ancestors!

The immortal official Tianting raised his finger slightly, and the murderous intent in the hall disappeared instantly:
"The Immortal Ancestor has issued an order!"

(End of this chapter)