Ascension to the Gods

Chapter 206 Butterfly Dance Peach Blossoms
Even if my mother-in-law and I can take care of her occasionally.

"But there's no way to keep watching forever."

The woman said, "The reason is that Madam Shen has too good a temper, which makes those servants take advantage of her and become more and more outrageous."

The girl said coldly, "So, according to you, my mother's suffering here is all her own fault?"

The woman did not answer, but simply shook her head gently.

The girl, not wanting to say more, asked, "Where is Steward Xu?"

Manager Xu is the culprit who withheld wages.

The woman said, "I was just outside, supervising the move."

The girl frowned and looked towards the gate of the mansion.

When I arrived, I closed the gate tightly to prevent others from escaping.

In such a short time, it's impossible for Steward Xu to have run away.

But she didn't notice.

The woman behind him had an unusually calm expression.

The other women were still in shock and unable to utter a single word.

But the woman remained calm and composed throughout her speech.

Even though the ground was littered with corpses and the smell of blood was pungent.

The woman's expression didn't change at all.

Staring at the girl's back.

The woman's eyes suddenly revealed resentment and malice.

next second.

She rolled up her long sleeves, grabbed a sharp blade in her hand, and stabbed it viciously into the back of the girl's head!
"You killed my son, and I'll make you pay with your life!"

The woman's expression was ferocious, and the veins on her wrists were bulging, clearly indicating that she had used all her strength!
Bang!

The clang of metal on metal was deafening; the sharp blade flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground!
The woman felt a sharp pain in her hand, her arm trembled, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. For the first time, panic appeared on her previously calm face!

"I forgot to tell you, I passed the Chosen Ceremony."

The girl turned around, spoke softly, and swung her arm, the Zhaoming sword slashing horizontally!

laugh!
The sword spun and cut open the woman's upper body. She stared intently at the girl before collapsing helplessly to the ground.

The sharp blade, after clashing with Zhaoming, was already cracked and scattered around her.

The girl looked down at her: "The people I just killed were all evil people."

"I didn't kill the remaining men in the manor; I let them hide."

"Your son is dead."

"This only proves that your son has done a lot of evil."

As she spoke.

The remaining women, their faces splattered with blood, were terrified and appeared dazed, as if they had gone mad.

The girl ignored them and, holding her longsword, walked expressionlessly towards the inner courtyard.

"Come out."

"Stop hiding it."

Her voice was soft.

But when it landed behind the artificial hill, on Steward Xu, who was trembling all over, it was like a demon demanding his life, causing his lower trousers to become soaked without him even realizing it.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

He tried his best to shrink himself, and kept repeating to himself.

I heard the girl's footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Steward Xu breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to calm down, and looked at the high walls of the mansion, his eyes lighting up.

He tiptoed around the artificial hill, trying to find a spot to climb over the wall and escape.

"It's truly heaven's help!"

Manager Xu grabbed a ladder, his heart pounding with excitement, and quickly climbed up using both his hands and feet.

We reached the top of the wall.

Steward Xu turned around, glanced at the deathly silent courtyard, and couldn't help but tremble.

Dozens of meters away, on the floor of the attic, the girl was looking up at him coldly.

But then.

He realized he was completely at a safe distance, and a sinister smile appeared on his face: "You little bastard, you still want to come after me?"

"What a dream!"

"I'll jump over the wall right now and report to the authorities immediately!"

"We'll see how you die then!"

With a cold laugh, Steward Xu turned around and jumped over the wall.

After jumping, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

My line of sight became very low, only reaching the feet of an average person.

Why have I gotten shorter?

He struggled to turn his head and look up.

The scene before his eyes stunned Steward Xu.

His own body remained seated on the wall.

I don't know when it started, but I suddenly fell apart, piece by piece.

In doubt.

He suddenly realized an extremely terrifying fact!

"wrong!"

"My body is on the top of the wall."

"Then how come I'm on the ground now?"

Steward Xu tried to walk, but found that he couldn't do it at all!
Right now, I am nothing more than a head!
Realizing this, Steward Xu's vision went black, and he immediately lost consciousness.

In the moments before his death.

Several stray dogs ran over, barking incessantly, drool dripping from their mouths.

This is the last scene in Steward Xu's memory.

"I am a tailor."

The girl said softly to herself, "Since I can knit clothes, I can naturally take them apart too."

The already limited spiritual energy had been completely exhausted when used to unleash the "Weaving Fate" killing move.

But it's more than enough for ordinary people.

She sheathed her sword, reached out and pushed open the door, then entered the attic.

The men huddled inside the house. When they saw the girl, they turned pale as if they had seen a ghost and desperately tried to hide in all directions.

The girl ignored them and went into the inner room, looking at the large bed.

The bed was large and old.

The old woman leaned against the bed railing, her face ashen, her eyes filled with a deathly aura.

"A girl from the Shen family."

She looked at the girl and gave a bitter smile.

As she spoke, the old woman picked up a gray handkerchief, covered her mouth slightly, and coughed violently.

Before long, it was covered in bloodstains.

"What a fitting retribution."

The old woman stopped coughing and wiped her mouth.

The wrinkles on his face resembled the bark of an old tree, layer upon layer.

"I was out of my mind back then and took your mother's things."

"I should have guessed that this day would come sooner or later."

She sat up shakily, her hands as thin as branches, clutching a wooden box tightly.

Hear this.

The girl's gaze turned slightly cold as she looked at the wooden box and asked, "Is this my mother's?"

The old woman nodded, her voice hoarse: "She led you as you fled the famine, passing through villages and begging for water from house to house."

“Your mother was dirt poor; all she had was this box.”

“My husband is kind-hearted; he served your mother a bowl of water.”

“I’m very curious, so I rummaged through your mother’s belongings and saw that the wooden box was beautifully made, and I got greedy.”

"Only then did he give the order to feed your mother her full meal and give her plenty of water, and then quietly took away the wooden box."

Hear this.

The girl's expression darkened, and she tightened her grip on the sword hilt: "So, my mother lost the box and had no choice but to stay in this village, is that right?"

The old woman gave a bitter laugh and said, "This thing is a karmic burden!"

She held the wooden box, her fingers trembling, her eyes involuntarily shining.

Deep within those murky pupils lay nothing but obsession and greed.

"I don't know why."

"Although I can't open it."

"But once you have it, you never want to let go."

"I get anxious and flustered if I can't see it for even a moment."

“Over the years, I have rarely left the room and have always stayed here to guard it.”

while speaking.

Her coughing became more and more violent.

Pools of black blood soaked into the handkerchief.

Even so.

The old woman's fingers remained clenched, and she still didn't let go of the box.

laugh!
The sword flashed!

The old woman's head tilted to the side, her arm fell limply to her side, her pupils lost focus, and she stared at the wooden box until her death.

The other men hid to one side, trembling like leaves, and screamed in terror!
"So, you're a bad person too."

The girl tore off a piece of cloth, wiped Zhaoming clean, stepped forward, and took the wooden box in her hand.

Holding the wooden box.

A feeling of closeness welled up deep within the girl's heart.

"Do not kill me!"

From a corner of the room, a man called out, "I brought pastries to your mother!"

Another man, equally pale-faced, trembled as he said, "I reprimanded the servants and told them not to bully your mother!"

The girl glanced at them, ignored them, and walked straight out.

Using clean water and imbued with spiritual energy, the box was cleaned thoroughly.

Its true nature is revealed.

The wooden box is exquisitely crafted and looks luxurious and refined.

Furthermore, faint auras emanated from its gaps.

"These auras are spiritual energy."

The girl's expression hardened slightly.

She has already opened her Divine Palace, so she can naturally sense the presence of spiritual energy.

The old woman guarded the wooden box, her mind clouded by its spiritual energy.

Opening the wooden box also requires spiritual energy.

The old woman certainly didn't have that ability.

After all, there's only one person in the entire surrounding area who can pass the Holy Selection Ceremony and open the Divine Palace.

Although tens of thousands of native beings participated in the entrance examination for the Earth-Moon Academy not long ago, the scope of the "Holy Selection Ceremony" is open to the entire Earth-Moon Academy world.

At this ratio.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to understand "reiki".

The funeral rites in the village are still ongoing.

The girl carried the wooden box, closed the door tightly, and walked towards her home.

No one knew that the wealthy family behind her had almost all been wiped out.

The remaining women and men also appeared to be insane, clearly having suffered a great shock.

Squeak.

Push open the half-closed wooden door.

The girl entered the wooden house and found it empty. There were paper packets of Chinese medicine next to the pot, and the stove was covered with dust.

"mother."

The long sword fell to her feet. She knelt on the ground, leaning against the cold stove, her expression pained.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

The girl lay on the stove, sobbing uncontrollably; her tattered clothes were soaked with sweat.

I cried for a long time.

She raised her face, her eyes brimming with tears.

“My mother’s things.”

The girl wiped away her tears, forced herself to calm down, and looked at the wooden box.

My heart was filled with anxiety.

She channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into the wooden box.

Click!

With a crisp click, the outer lock of the wooden box immediately opened.

But the lid still couldn't be opened.

The girl stared at the wooden box, when suddenly an idea struck her.

He took the Zhaoming sword, cut his finger, and dripped a drop of blood onto the wooden box.

Click!

Another crisp sound!
With trembling fingers, she pried open the lid of the box, and sure enough, it opened easily.

There's very little inside.

There was only a piece of silk cloth and a jade pendant.

The silk cloth was empty and looked quite ordinary.

Having gained experience, the girl channeled her limited spiritual energy into it.

Numerous pieces of information, which shocked her, began to surface one after another.

See to the end.

The girl's face turned deathly pale, and her slender body began to tremble uncontrollably!

Deep within his eyes, a piercing, unforgettable hatred surged forth!

Mother is not from here.

Instead, she was a noblewoman from a prominent family living by the sea.

For prominent families...

For its direct descendants, participating in the "Sacred Selection Ceremony" to begin cultivation is almost an inevitable path.

But his own mother was a typical lady from a respectable family, gentle by nature.

In her youth, she loved poetry, calligraphy, and painting.

On ordinary days, he rarely goes out.

He would only spend time with two or three female companions, composing poems and doing needlework.

but.

This peaceful life was completely shattered when my mother turned sixteen.

That year, she went out with her female companion and, under the protection of servants, went to the seaside to sketch, where she met a man.

The man was critically injured and on the verge of death, his limbs crippled. He was washed ashore by the sea, barely clinging to life.

The other young ladies from prominent families remembered the teachings and pretended not to notice.

It was the mother's kind heart that led her servants to go into the sea and rescue the man.

One glance, and it's a lifetime.

The mother kept it a secret from the family and took meticulous care of the man, helping him recover from his injuries.

In the end, she even took out her own dowry.

The dowry was very generous, prepared by the Zhang family specifically for their daughter, and consisted of rare spiritual resources.

Originally, even if my mother didn't cultivate, she could have relied on this dowry to marry into another aristocratic family and live a peaceful life.

But after recovering from his injuries, the man quietly left without a trace.

When he left, he took all the remaining spiritual resources from his dowry with him, leaving nothing behind.

After the man left, the mother fell ill.

One of the servants, unable to stand by and watch, disobeyed his mother's orders and finally reported it to the head of the Zhang family.

Given the Zhang family's resources, they can easily prepare another dowry if it's gone.

But what enraged the head of the family was that Zhang's only daughter was pregnant.

As a noblewoman from a prominent family, she was pregnant before she was even married.

If this gets out, the Zhang family will definitely lose face.

The Zhang family kept a close watch on the matter and prevented it from getting out.

The head of the family even gave a strict order: the illegitimate child his daughter was carrying must not be allowed to live!

But her mother defied the family's orders and insisted on giving birth to the baby.

As they remained locked in a stalemate, the fetus grew larger and larger.

The Zhang family would not allow such a thing to happen, but her mother threatened to kill herself if she was forced to have a miscarriage.

The head of the family felt sorry for his daughter and knew her temperament well, so he was at a loss for what to do.

Shortly after.

The Zhang family finally found a way to temporarily freeze their mother without harming her, using a secret ice technique.

Its life force was completely sealed away.

The pregnancy also ceased.

Sixteen years ago.

The head of the Zhang family died of old age, his son took power, and his mother was released.

After her mother came out, she first stayed in the mourning hall, guarding her father's coffin, and cried bitterly. She stayed alone for a long time.

She then left a letter stating that she was severing ties with the Zhang family from that point on, and left Lihai with her pregnant body.

"mother."

The girl leaned against the stove, her shoulders trembling, clutching the silk cloth in her hand, tears streaming down her face again.

Despite her arduous journey, begging for food and water, her mother finally arrived in Lingshui Prefecture and gave birth to her.

My mother suffered so much in order to support herself.

The once noble lady from a prominent family endured half a lifetime of hardship and toil without uttering a sound.

Washing clothes, doing odd jobs, cleaning latrine buckets.

He did it for more than a decade.

The Zhang family's reputation has indeed been preserved.

The matter was kept secret from beginning to end.

I grew up under my mother's hard work and care.

The only one who suffered injustice was Mother.

With each thought, the girl's gaze grew colder.

“If it weren’t for me, Mother would have been able to end her life and find relief long ago.”

She gripped the silk cloth tightly, her knuckles turning white, and bit her lip hard, causing bright red blood to seep out.

“You all deserve to die.”

"And you too."

The girl's gaze was icy and piercing as she looked at the jade pendant in her hand.

The jade pendant is engraved with the character "沈".

She stared at the jade pendant, her fingers trembling, her soul trembling uncontrollably from the intense hatred she felt.

Deep within his heart, a chilling hatred surged forth like a raging tide, reaching the heavens!

His name was written on the silk cloth.

Similarly, the man's name was also present.

But her mother never told her these two names from childhood to adulthood.

Poor families don't deserve names.

Her mother referred to herself as "the lady of the Shen family," while she herself was "the maid of the Shen family."

The girl stood up, wiped her eyes, and her expression became strangely calm.

She lowered her gaze, staring at the corner of the silk cloth, but tears welled up in her eyes again uncontrollably.

There was a line of small characters embroidered there, words that her mother had woven herself and left for her.

"My daughter Qingchan, do not worry, do not worry."

These eight short words made the girl tremble all over and burst into tears again.

She stretched out her worn sleeve, trying to wipe away her tears.

No matter how much she wiped, the tears seemed to keep flowing.

I do not know how long it has been.

The girl finally stopped crying.

She put away the silk cloth, returned the jade pendant to the wooden box, wrapped it in a bundle, and tied it around her waist.

He bent down.

He took the Zhaoming Longsword into his hand.

"My mother named me Qingchan."

The girl lowered her gaze, looking at the frosty white sword blade, and murmured softly.

"Shen Qingchan".

She lifted her face and smiled.

Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, bathed in the golden-red sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the girl's fair and beautiful face.

Since the opening of the Spirit Palace, spiritual energy has washed away the filth.

Its original bone structure gradually became apparent.

But her eyes were like ice-cold pools, chilling to the bone.

"mother."

"I can not do it."

"Don't worry if you can't do what I said."

"Those who deserve retribution will not escape it."

The girl murmured to herself, fastened her longsword, and walked out of the wooden house.

The direction it went.

It was right on the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, on the shore of the sea.

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(End of this chapter)