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At this moment, Daoist Qingyuan stood on a cloud, looking down at the Fragrant Cold Spring below.

The spring water was crystal clear, yet it shimmered with a faint golden halo. A chill surrounded it, creating a peculiar balance with the intense heat of the sun's fire.

However, the magnificent palace by the spring was particularly an eyesore, with the four characters "Guanghan Bieyuan" written on its plaque.

Back then, Yang Jian, wielding a diamond axe, killed nine golden crows. Enraged, he ascended to heaven, intending to kill all the golden crows. Fortunately, the fairy Chang'e stopped Yang Jian and protected the little golden crow.

After Yang Jian lost his hatred and magical powers and fell to the mortal realm, Chang'e followed the direction in which a golden crow had fallen and found his remains.

She originally intended to take the Golden Crow's remains back to Heaven to report to the Jade Emperor, but who could have imagined that the scorching heat emanating from the Golden Crow's remains was far beyond her reach?

Then, the Jade Emperor didn't even mention the nine golden crows who died in battle, leaving their remains to roam the mortal world.

Chang'e couldn't bear to see his remains left to languish in the wilderness, so she sent one of her jade rabbits to build a palace there to guard it.

However, if only the Jade Rabbit were here, it would be fine. Daoist Qingyuan could have knocked the Jade Rabbit unconscious and then taken away the Golden Crow's remains. But unfortunately, Fairy Chang'e was in the Guanghan Courtyard at this moment.

Although immortals are not allowed to descend to the mortal realm without permission, the female immortals in Heaven, such as Chang'e and the Flower Fairy, are indeed well-liked in Heaven, and there are always people who help cover for them.

Especially since the fairy Chang'e didn't have many divine duties to perform, it was quite normal for her to descend to the mortal realm.

Daoist Qingyuan frowned slightly, but still descended from the clouds and landed in front of the palace gate, though he changed his appearance.

In front of the palace gate, a white-clad jade rabbit was dozing under a cassia tree, its ears twitching slightly, as if it sensed someone approaching.

She suddenly woke up with a start, looked up and saw Daoist Qingyuan standing in front of her, and immediately jumped up in fright.

"Who...who are you?" the Jade Rabbit stammered, her hand already gripping the pestle tightly.

Daoist Qingyuan said calmly, "I have come to retrieve the remains of the Golden Crow beneath the Fragrant Cold Spring. Please inform them of my presence."

The Jade Rabbit's eyes widened: "The remains of the Golden Crow? No, no! This is what Sister Chang'e told me to guard; no one is allowed to touch it!"

Daoist Qingyuan's gaze turned slightly cold: "I don't want to make things difficult for you, step aside."

Seeing his imposing aura, the Jade Rabbit was frightened, but still mustered her courage and stood in front of the door: "Don't even think about it! Unless you step over me!"

Daoist Qingyuan snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, and a gentle breeze swept by. The Jade Rabbit was immediately unable to move and could only watch helplessly as he walked towards the palace.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice came from inside the palace, followed by a white figure drifting in.

The newcomer wore a simple white dress, with exquisite features and a cool demeanor; she was none other than Chang'e, the mistress of the Moon Palace.

Holding a jade flute, she stood in front of Daoist Qingyuan, her eyes like water, yet revealing a hint of coldness: "Your trespassing into my Guanghan Villa is far too impolite."

Daoist Qingyuan stopped and cupped his hands, saying, "Fairy Chang'e, I have long admired you. I have come here only to retrieve the remains of the Golden Crow, and have no intention of offending you."

Chang'e frowned slightly: "The remains of the Golden Crow are guarded by my Guanghan Palace. How can I allow anyone to take them away at will?"

Daoist Qingyuan said calmly, "The Golden Crow originally belonged to the Heavenly Court. It would be inappropriate for the fairy to possess it privately."

Chang'e paused for a moment, then said coldly, "When the nine golden crows fell, no one in Heaven cared. It was only because of their noble status that I couldn't bear to see their bodies left to rot in the wilderness that I sent people to guard them. Now that you have come to take them so rashly, do you have the Jade Emperor's decree?"

Qingyuan Daojun shook his head: "My actions do not require the Jade Emperor's decree." Chang'e's eyes turned cold: "In that case, I cannot comply."

Before she finished speaking, she held her jade flute horizontally and gently blew it. A clear, cold sound wave spread out, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a layer of frost instantly formed on the ground.

A golden light flashed around Qingyuan Daojun, shutting out the cold air. Then, a water-splitting sword appeared in his hand, containing the meaning of splitting rivers and opening up seas!
With a swift turn of his sword, Qingyuan Daojun unleashed a flash of cold light, cleaving the oncoming sound wave in two. The residual force of the sword energy, still strong, hurtled straight towards Chang'e's face!

Chang'e's expression changed slightly. With a twist of her slender waist, her white sleeves fluttered as she floated back three zhang.

She waved her jade flute seven times, and seven moon blades formed from ice crystals shot out, forming the shape of the Big Dipper to block all of Qingyuan Daojun's escape routes.

"Ding--"

The Water-Dividing Sword suddenly trembled and emitted a dragon's roar, its blade rippling with a deep blue light.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Daoist Qingyuan's sword tip left trails of water in the air. These trails swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into towering waves that swallowed all seven moon blades.

Chang'e quickly stepped back, frowning as she looked at her soaked and tattered dress. "Mysterious Origin Heavy Water? Who are you?"

Qingyuan Daojun did not answer. With a turn of his sword, Xuan Yuan Heavy Water condensed into nine water dragons, which roared and swept towards Chang'e.

Chang'e's expression hardened, she held the jade flute to her lips, and a clear sound suddenly arose. Her body radiated the clear moonlight, transforming into a barrier.

Don't think that Chang'e has no fighting power. In fact, as a goddess who ascended to Taiyin in ancient times, even a pig could have cultivated extraordinary skills over the years, let alone a human.

The water dragon crashed into the barrier, creating a mist that filled the sky. The cold air condensed and froze into countless ice crystals in mid-air, which then fell down with a soft rustling sound.

With a flick of her wrist, the ice crystals shattered, transforming into countless fine blades that poured down like a galaxy, enveloping Daoist Qingyuan!

Daoist Qingyuan snorted coldly, his Water-Splitting Sword slashing through the air, its light like a rainbow, instantly cleaving through the rain of icy blades. He flashed forward, already before Chang'e, his sword pointed directly at her throat, and said in a chilling voice, "Why must you obstruct me, fairy?"

Chang'e remained unmoved, her gaze cold and icy: "The remains of the Golden Crow are of great importance. If you do not reveal your identity, I will never let you take them away."

After a moment of silence, Daoist Qingyuan finally said, "I have nothing to say!"

As for Yang Chan, Daoist Qingyuan could tell her the truth, since she was his own aunt and his plans required the use of agarwood, so honesty was the best approach.

But as the saying goes, things are accomplished in secrecy, so the fewer people who know his identity as Yang Jian's son, the better.

Seeing his determination to conceal the truth, a resolute glint flashed in Chang'e's eyes. She lightly touched her brow with her fingertip, and a beam of bright moonlight rose from the crown of her head, transforming into a phantom of a bright moon hanging above her.

"The Taiyin Mysterious Mirror!"

She gave a soft shout, and the moonlight poured down like water, enveloping the surroundings.

Daoist Qingyuan suddenly felt his body freeze, as if he were sinking into a quagmire. Even more terrifying, the magical power within his body began to leak out uncontrollably.

Chang'e, her robes fluttering, stood amidst the moonlight: "This is your last chance. Tell me your origins."

Qingyuan Daojun suddenly smiled.

Suddenly, the Water-Splitting Sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling golden light, and nine sun patterns appeared on its blade. The scorching heat collided with the moonlight, producing a hissing sound.

(End of this chapter)