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"Daring to show me a cold face in front of so many people, I, Miao Yujie, consider Liu Wan'er as the most valued person in Falling Flower Valley. Otherwise, why would I have made her the Saintess?"
"They say that parents' hearts are pitiable, but don't think that just because I raised you, I am your parent. I am still an outsider. Those who dare to show me a cold face usually do not end well, let alone the ungrateful wolf I raised myself."
"From a public standpoint, Liu Wan'er colluded with the Divine Serpent Cult's Holy Son to kill her fellow disciples and attempted to seize the Treasure Dream Orchid designated by the Valley Master. Such crimes deserve death, and I will show no mercy."
Shock, confusion, and silence enveloped the crowd as they absorbed Miao Yujie's decision. It had been over twenty years since Falling Flower Valley executed a disciple. While such occurrences were not uncommon in larger sects, Falling Flower Valley was a small sect with only about two thousand members and just five or six masters teaching disciples. Although it had slightly more members than Xuanfo Temple, it was still a petite sect where rules were not heavily enforced. Miao Yujie had summoned everyone today to establish authority through bloodshed.
"Shishu, no! Sister's crime does not warrant death. Please be magnanimous and forgive her this once," Liu Rou pleaded.
"Great Elder, think carefully; she is your disciple," an older Female Daoist interjected.
"Yujie, you need to consider this," another older Female Daoist urged.
Before anyone could react, Miao Yujie suddenly struck. No one had time to intervene; even if they did, they lacked the ability to stop her. When Miao Yujie wanted to kill a low-level cultivator, there was no one present who could obstruct her!
Zhao Yang was also taken aback. He hadn't expected things to escalate like this; his intention wasn't to kill the Fallen Flower Saintess but merely to teach her a lesson. After all, she wasn't a bloodthirsty person who would kill just because someone offended her. Moreover, with Liu Rou pleading for her, he found it even harder to act. Yet here was Miao Yujie, her master, declaring an execution without following any procedures in front of everyone—it left him puzzled.
However, in the next moment, he understood why. Standing beside Miao Yujie was a figure whose body was blurred and indistinct; it appeared to be a woman radiating an aura that made even Zhao Yang's heart race with danger.
This woman's cultivation level had reached a point only visible to Miao Yujie and him; others remained oblivious. Although they sensed someone next to Miao Yujie, Zhao Yang chose not to speak up and pretended not to see anything. He had only perceived her presence through his Divine Sense; his naked eye could not see her at all!
The woman noticed Zhao Yang's gaze and smiled lightly at him before turning the object in her hand into nothingness and vanishing from sight.
Cold sweat dripped down Zhao Yang's back, for the object in that woman's hand was the letter he and Song Baliang had delivered. This person was the Consort of Rain.
It was said that the Consort of Rain was unparalleled in skill, yet Zhao Yang had not anticipated that her cultivation had reached an incomprehensible level. If he guessed correctly, the Consort of Rain must have discovered that she could "see" his affairs. However, he could not understand the meaning behind her smile; perhaps it was admiration, or a warning, or maybe just a casual smile.
His shock was different from that of everyone else present. Miao Yujie had personally executed her own disciple, and the one killed was the Fallen Flower Saintess. It was very likely the Consort of Rain's intention, as the resentment in the Fallen Flower Saintess's eyes was evident—such emotions might escape an ordinary person's notice, but not Zhao Yang's, and certainly not the Consort of Rain's. That was why she had ordered Miao Yujie to kill the Fallen Flower Saintess.
Or perhaps it was because Liu Rou, the Consort of Rain's closed-door disciple, had been harmed by the Fallen Flower Saintess, and Dream Orchid had nearly fallen into her grasp as well. Was the Consort of Rain punishing her disciples to set an example?
Zhao Yang did not know any of this; it was merely speculation. Yet even so, it allowed him to glimpse the legendary woman who had not shown herself for five hundred years. She was someone not to be trifled with, having reached a realm beyond Zhao Yang's current understanding.
No wonder people described the Consort of Rain with two words—invincible.
Zhao Yang sighed. When would his cultivation reach such a level? If he were not here today as a disciple of Datong Zen Master, would the Consort of Rain have treated him like an ant, deciding his fate with a single word?
Zhao Yang disliked having his destiny in someone else's hands; he wanted to grow stronger—strong enough to surpass everyone in this world.
After the Consort of Rain left, Miao Yujie's expression clearly showed a hint of sadness, but it quickly returned to normal. She glanced at the deceased Fallen Flower Saintess and said to several nearby disciples, "Bury her." With that, she turned and left.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang stood there somewhat at a loss. Song Baliang quietly asked Zhao Yang, "Junior Brother, should we leave?"
"Then let's go," Zhao Yang replied. Although he believed that the Fallen Flower Saintess got what she deserved, now that she was dead, there was little more to say. However, as he turned to leave, he noticed Liu Rou standing there with a sorrowful expression, gazing at the Fallen Flower Saintess being carried away from the crowd.
Zhao Yang approached Liu Rou and said, "Um, Liu Rou, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for making you sad."
Liu Rou looked at Zhao Yang and replied, "It's not your fault; it was Shishu who wanted to kill her. She must have obtained Master's consent. After we returned from Haotian Secret Realm last time, Master already wanted her dead. If I hadn't pleaded for her life, my senior sister wouldn't have survived either. She always felt I took something that belonged to her. Sigh... ever since I came to Falling Flower Valley, she has been the only one to talk to me. Although her temperament is unpredictable, she has been someone by my side; how can I just accept that she's gone?"
Zhao Yang knew Liu Rou had a kind heart and comforted her, saying, "You still have me, your brother Zhao Yang. When the day comes that you complete your training, I'll be by your side every day."
After saying this, Zhao Yang, concerned that Liu Rou might feel embarrassed with some disciples of Falling Flower Valley nearby, adopted a serious expression and said, "In that case, I shall take my leave. Until we meet again."
Once Zhao Yang and Song Baliang left Falling Flower Valley, Song Baliang asked, "Junior Brother, what exactly happened?" He sensed something was amiss. While many believed Miao Yujie was trying to assert her authority by executing a traitor of the sect, he felt it was a bit excessive; usually, sects would simply expel errant disciples.
Zhao Yang replied, "It must be the meaning of Consort of Rain. She was just present at the scene. There are many legends about this woman, with varying accounts. Her cultivation level is unimaginably high, nearly comparable to that existence at Xuanfo Temple. It's possible she can hear us even now."
"You are quite clever," a voice suddenly echoed from above.
"Who?" Song Baliang exclaimed in shock. His Divine Sense had significantly enhanced; if someone were nearby, he would surely detect them. Yet he couldn't pinpoint where the voice came from or even its direction.
Zhao Yang gestured for Song Baliang to remain silent because he recognized it was Consort of Rain.
"Young man Zhao Yang pays his respects to Consort Yu," Zhao Yang said respectfully.
"No need for formalities. I won't do anything to you. Killing that girl was indeed my intention, but not because she broke sect rules or because I wanted to kill Liu Rou and seize Dream Orchid. Liu Rou is a disciple I value; someone as insignificant as her wouldn't pose a threat to Liu Rou," a somewhat weary voice responded.
"Then why?" Song Baliang asked in confusion.
"Because she learned the Cultivation Method of the Divine Serpent Cult and even mastered Snake Transformation. You don't understand; I despise snakes. If she doesn't die, I can't eat and it affects my appetite."
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were stunned. The rumored Consort of Rain spoke such irresponsible words—she intended to kill someone simply because they learned a skill related to snakes that disgusted her.
"I also dislike snakes," Zhao Yang thought to himself but refrained from voicing it. He feared that saying so might lead others to misunderstand that he was trying to compete with Consort of Rain.
"Forget it, seeing you monks is just heart-wrenching. You all pretend to be so honest and don’t say a word. Just leave, I need to go get my beauty treatment," said the Consort of Rain.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were once again stunned into silence.
"By the way," the voice of the Consort of Rain reached them just as Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were about to leave. "You carry a familiar aura, one that reminds me of someone I met in my childhood. It was because of that person that I changed my fate, but I find it hard to believe; so many years have passed."
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang stood in the air waiting for the Consort of Rain to continue, but after a long while, no further words came. They hurriedly set off, no longer wanting to linger in that place.
"My aura is familiar to her? To someone she met in her childhood?" Zhao Yang pondered. "It’s said she became famous five hundred years ago, and no one knows where her sect originated from. Five hundred years ago? Could it be related to Master Sun Wukong? No way!"
At that moment, Zhao Yang found his thoughts unbelievable. However, he recalled that at that time, Sun Wukong had just been sealed under Buddha's Palm Mountain and couldn’t possibly have taught the Consort of Rain. Was it possible he encountered her during his travels?
Having completed their mission of delivering the message, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang headed straight for Fengdu City, which was not far from their location. Fengdu City was only separated from the Flower Capital by a single city, so it didn’t take long for them to arrive.
By the time they reached Fengdu City, it was already evening.
The streets of Fengdu City were lined with towering trees that looked particularly eerie and strange. As Zhao Yang and Song Baliang entered Fengdu City, they encountered no obstacles or guards, which puzzled Zhao Yang greatly. Normally, royal cities would be heavily guarded, yet Fengdu City had its gates wide open for anyone to enter or exit. Although Fengdu City was remote, it still fell under Zhongzhou's jurisdiction; logically speaking, there should have been guards stationed there.
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