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

Chapter 452 Ignite the Mountain
The north wind swept across the ruins of the Ice Palace, and colorful tentacles surged like the sea under the sky.

The gilded mask of the Tianting Immortal Official reflected a cold light, and his voice was like an icy blade cutting through black iron:
"Stupid."

He tapped the golden tortoise's shell with his fingertips, and the pattern on the tortoise's shell suddenly lit up, reflecting the frozen land of Beiaozhou. Black tides oozed out from the cracks in the ice field, and countless struggling figures were annihilated into ashes by the evil claws.

"The Immortal Ancestor has never failed to save Beiao. In the eyes of the Immortal Ancestor, Beiao is the root of the snow mulberry flower, and the rotten branches and leaves must be pruned."

He waved his wide sleeves, and the tortoise shell illusion changed again - people crawling at the foot of the sacred mountain appeared. The heavy snow and wind made them shiver and sway. The roadside was full of corpses of people who had frozen to death, but they still did not stop climbing up.

"Five thousand years ago, Immortal Ancestor Kong Yuan created the Immortal Path in the Divine Mountain. Those who sought the way had to travel a long way to obtain the Immortal Scriptures. Many people along the way could not reach the end. But those who survived made the Beiao Immortal Path flourish. Everyone was afraid of the cultivator who walked out of this snowy plain."

Venerable Qianlong's skirt embroidered with dragon patterns fluttered in the wind. She smiled contemptuously: "Does the Immortal Official mean to say that these people who can survive the hardships are the seeds of the New Beiao you mentioned?"

"The strong prey on the weak, and the victors take all - this is the greatest law of nature in Bei'ao." Tian Ting Xianguan looked at her indifferently, with golden light shining in his eyes, "Venerable Qianlong is a smart man, you should understand the Immortal Ancestor."

"It's a pity that I'm not smart..." Venerable Qianlong smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eye, as if he remembered the time when the young man pointed at his nose and called him a stupid woman.

She once again looked up at the immortal official with brilliant golden light: "The 'sir' they are talking about, is it you, or the Immortal Ancestor?"

Yes, who else except the Immortal Ancestor could say with such certainty that he could make all the evil demons in Beiao retreat?
“It makes no difference.”

The woman seemed to have expected this and suddenly asked, "Then may I ask the Immortal Ancestor, back then a group of refugees stuffed the last half bag of millet into my palm and said, 'Fairy, eat more so you can have the strength to slay the evil.' But later they starved to death during the night of rebuilding the city wall, and their bodies were built into the wall bricks - according to the Immortal Ancestor's standards, are these people worthy of even an inch of land in New Beiao?"

The eyes of Tian Ting Xianguan under the mask suddenly turned cold: "Women's kindness! If you don't have the courage to cut off your own arm, how can you save the world! You only have mercy on these weak people who froze to death in the wind and snow, but you never thought that in the future, Beiao will not even have such weak people!"

"The Immortal Ancestor is so high up, he really sees things higher than I do... Is he so disappointed with us, his people five thousand years later?"

"Disappointment—terribly."

"If that's the case, why don't you just settle the accounts directly instead of using me as a pretext?"

"The idea of ​​replacing frozen soil with black soil is groundbreaking. Immortal Ancestor Kongyuan recognizes your talent. This is an honor that no one in Beiao has enjoyed in the past five thousand years. Venerable Qianlong——"

Tian Ting Xian Guan took a deep breath and said quietly, "Please choose someone to take the top."

At this moment, even Wangshu understood the plan of Immortal Ancestor Kongyuan - he agreed with Venerable Qianlong's idea of ​​replacing black soil with frozen soil to transform Beiao, but from his god-like perspective, he believed that Beiao needed to replace not only soil, but also people.

Evil spirits are a natural means of selection. Only those who survive this catastrophe like those who survived the icy road five thousand years ago are qualified to survive in the fertile New Beiao and have the ability to govern the prosperous New Beiao.

Everyone looked at the woman chosen by the Immortal Ancestor.
"Does the Immortal Ancestor recognize me?"

Venerable Qianlong murmured to herself, she seldom smiled, but she was smiling today, You Su felt that this sad smile made her more tragic.

She suddenly stopped smiling, and when she raised her eyes, the broken ice in her eyes condensed into a prairie fire:

"But I... don't recognize the Immortal Ancestor!"

She pointed her sword at the colorful monster, her voice as cold as a thousand-year-old black ice, "Bei Ao Muqiang, the strong should protect the weak! Instead of treating the blood of the weak as sweet rain!"

The golden tortoise's armor exploded, and the robes of the Tianting Immortal Official fluttered like a raging wave: "You are so stubborn! You could have been the best knife-wielder..."

"I'd rather be killed by the sword!" She cut off the other person's voice, and the black ice dragon armor covered her body inch by inch. Ice crystals spread along the ends of her hair, dyeing her three thousand black hair into frost and snow. "Bei Ao is cold enough, people's hearts can't be colder. Please tell the immortal official to tell the immortal ancestor - I don't want the new Bei Ao he mentioned!"

The colorful tentacles suddenly rose up at this moment, and the huge mouth of the star abyss swallowed up half of the dome.

The surging aura of the Immortal Official Tian Ting suddenly dissipated. He was still shining with golden light, but no longer looked so aggressive.

It’s not that he has restrained his momentum, but that there is a person standing in front of him who is as powerful as him or even more powerful than him.

"Venerable Qianlong, you still disappoint the Immortal Ancestor." The Heavenly Listening Priest put away the Golden Turtle Armor, and said in a mournful tone, "Go and live and die with your old Beiao. The Immortal Ancestor Temple will not help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and gradually disappeared into the depths of the scarlet and dim night like a distant golden sun.

After he left, the north wind swept across the sacred mountain, carrying colorful phosphorus powder. The ice crystal palace twisted into a hideous vortex in the sticky rainbow light. Black blood-like mist seeped out from the cracks in the mountain, dyeing the frost and snow that had not melted for thousands of years into a dark purple like rotting meat.

This snow-capped mountain that has not melted for thousands of years seems to be melting at this moment.

Bai Ze stroked the collapsed columns with his fingertips, and the ice chips fell with a sweet smell of blood. The rocks that were eaten by the evil spirits were turning into pus, flowing along the ravines to form a winding underground river. The afterimages of the monks who fled in panic were reflected in the blood river, as if they were the last struggle before drowning.

The back of Venerable Qianlong was desolate and she turned around: "This Venerable..."

For the first time, her usually noble voice was choked with gravel. She looked at You Su's profile reflecting the rainbow light, as if she wanted to carve the boy's tall and straight outline into her eyes: "It was me who caused you to fall into such a trap, and gave up the way you should have lived."

"A way to survive?" The Dragon Palace Master suddenly sneered, "Can you call it a way to survive by stepping on the corpses of your compatriots?"

You Su deeply engraved the indifferent look of the Heavenly Listening Priest into his mind. He frowned:
"I don't need anyone to give me a way out, and it's not you who put us in danger. But you are right about one thing, Bei'ao doesn't need the Immortal Ancestor at all. What Bei'ao needs is you."

Venerable Qianlong was distracted for a moment. One of these two people was herself, and the other was the person who shared the same Tao with her that she had been looking for so long.

The affirmation from these two people came from within and without respectively. Although there were only two people, the woman had never felt the meaning of her existence as she did at this moment.

"Beiao not only needs me, but also you and every Beiao person! Even if the Immortal Ancestor Temple does not take action, we can kill him!" The woman's eyes became extremely sharp, and a raging aura burned on her body.

"Have you recorded everything?" You Su suddenly asked the girl next to him.

The Lord of Dragon Palace looked at him and then nodded heavily.

"Let Bai Ze change back." The girl did not hesitate, and in a flash she turned into the extraordinary beast with a tiger head and a deer body. She roared to the sky, and the roar shattered the phosphorus powder in the sky.

Under the doubtful gaze of Venerable Qianlong, You Su leaped onto the horse. He touched the soft and shiny hair on Bai Ze's back and chuckled:

"Beiao legend says that Bai Ze was born with a saint, and I narcissistically thought that the saint was me. Only today did I know that the saint was another self of yours."

Two souls in one body, the other soul became Bai Ze. The legend came true, everything seemed destined.

"What are you going to do?" Venerable Qianlong sternly stopped the man and the beast.

"Senior Sister, please help the Lord hold back the evil god for a while. I will be back soon!"

The young man ignored the woman's questioning, but raised the corner of his lips and patted the beast's back.

It was the first time that Wangshu saw such an arrogant expression on her junior brother's face. She nodded obediently, secretly memorizing the image of the young man riding a mythical beast and wearing gorgeous clothes.

Venerable Qianlong was also shocked by the young man's confident look. She even forgot to stop him and forgot to ask what they had recorded. She just watched the white and handsome beast bypass her and soar into the sky on the light.

The gilded beast's pupils reflected the hideous cracks in the sky, and the boy's dark clothes fluttered fiercely in the strong wind. Bai Ze was like a pure white lightning that tore through the night, passing by those who were fighting with evil spirits or wailing, and emitting a thunderous beast roar that was enough to drown out the evil spirits.

People were shocked, but they were even more shocked as to who could ride on Bai Ze's back?

These days, everyone in Kongyuan Divine Mountain knows that the legendary Bai Ze has appeared. This mythical beast has now rushed to the highest point of the sacred mountain, like a bright moon embedded in the mountain.

Everyone was staring at the moon in amazement, and a hint of expectation arose in their hearts, hoping that Bai Ze and the person on Bai Ze's back could bring hope as the legend said.

At this time, You Su was looking at the sacred mountain below that had been polluted by colorful colors, and felt that its previous monotonous and white appearance was better.

Venerable Qianlong is not the only one who knows the art of Mirror Flowers and Water Moons. The Lord of Jianlong Palace, who is more proficient in the art, can perform it far better than her.

What You Su asked her to record was the confrontation between Venerable Qianlong and Priest Tianting just now!
At this moment, a huge light curtain appeared in the sky above the sacred mountain, and the dark red sky became its background.

"I'd rather be killed by the sword!"

"I don't want the New Beiao he mentioned!"

"Beiao not only needs me, but also you and every Beiao person!"

The determined cry of the female cultivator in plain skirt echoed among the mountains. There was a tear in the corner of her eye that was about to fall, but it was soon frozen into ice by the cold.

The old monk who was coughing violently suddenly froze, his cloudy pupils reflected the fluttering dragon-patterned skirt in the light and shadow. That was the lord who always stood in front of the Beiao people, not the immortal ancestor whom they had believed in for thousands of years but was "extremely disappointed" in them and ruthlessly abandoned them.

The middle-aged monk's broken sword suddenly hummed, and the blade reflected his bloodshot eyes. He staggered to his feet and wiped his cheek fiercely with his bloodstained sleeve:
"Did you hear that? The Lord said that Bei Aohun must not be left alone!"

“But Immortal Ancestor…”

“Fuck the Immortal Ancestor!” A young man kicked over the shrine that enshrined the Immortal Ancestor’s statue, and the wooden golden statue shattered into debris in the snow. “We in Beiao believe in the Immortal Ancestor the most, but in the end, we in Beiao are the worst off! From now on, I will only believe in the Lord!”

You Su's voice tore through the chaos at this moment, as the Dragon Palace Master amplified his voice:
"You all live in a world of ice and snow, but you have forgotten how fire starts!"

"Immortal Ancestor Kong Yuan doesn't care about your life or death! But we can take care of ourselves! So what if the evil god crawls out! We can kill him anyway!"

"The old, weak, women and children in Qilian City can build a city wall with their flesh and blood! The mortals in Fei City dare to tear up the official documents of Shenshan and draw the cold-repelling talisman!"

The young man rode Bai Ze through every desperate corner, and the blood-stained flags formed a long red dragon behind him.

“And you—the cultivators of Kongyuan Divine Mountain, the sharpest knives of Beiaozhou—are you going to hide behind her skirt and wait for death when your Lord needs you, when Beiaozhou needs you?!”

The Ice Silkworm Master suddenly crushed the snow silkworm he had raised for a hundred years, and the crystal silk wrapped around his thin body and soared into the sky. This usually feminine Dongxu monk let out a beast-like roar for the first time:
"Everyone in the Silkworm Palace, take out your most valuable possessions! If we die today, all of these will become relics for the next generation to enjoy!"

The hunched back of the Xuanji Master suddenly straightened up like a pine tree. He stroked the bronze animal head on his waist with his dry fingers, and twelve puppets burst out of the air. The old man's face with ravines and grooves reflected the rainbow light in the sky, and his hoarse voice was wrapped in rust and blood:
"I have lived till today, just for this day - tear down this filthy thing for me!"

More and more people responded to You Su's call. Many people here initially chose to protect themselves, huddled together for warmth in their own territories, or even planned to escape, believing that the evil spirits could not harm them.

But after realizing that he had been abandoned, he learned that there was a woman who had not abandoned him, and that woman could have lived on her own. In this way, even the most indifferent person could not sit idly by and watch that woman face the evil god alone.

The so-called fear of evil spirits seemed to be burned away by the fire that You Su started.

The Master of Mathematics stared blankly at the flowing white light, his fingertips unconsciously fiddling with the broken abacus beads.

He remembered what his teacher said to the boy before he was caught, "This task will definitely be accomplished." In fact, he had not figured out who would be the one to resolve the crisis at Beiao. He just watched the boy unconsciously choose to believe him.

But perhaps what the teacher, whose ideas went against his, said after getting drunk was not wrong - the most profound way of calculation is to rely on guessing.

Venerable Qianlong stared blankly at the boiling mountains that were ignited by You Su. The faces that were once corrupted by the desire for power were now reflected in the dancing dragon patterns on her skirt.

Nine black ice dragons rose into the sky from behind her. Amid the dragons' roars, the usually stern female cultivator suddenly burst into tears.

“I swear on my soul—” She condensed an icy blade from her fingertips and slashed it across her forehead, “If I win this battle, no one on this frozen land will need to worship the gods anymore!”

And in Changshan City, thousands of miles away, in the abandoned temple where the brother and sister Ajiu and Aying once hid, the fairy statue that collapsed to the ground suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

(End of this chapter)