Chapter 289 - 289 287 My Junjun Has Grown Up

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289: Chapter 287: My Junjun Has Grown Up 289: Chapter 287: My Junjun Has Grown Up The moon rose in the northwest, clouds hidden in the southeast. Scattered winds and snow still returned to the cold banks. The air was filled with the fragrance of frost. Flowers bloomed in one hall, the cold spring was serene, and the light, Bai Mo-like pear blossoms fluttered down, covering the pond with frost. The woman clad in a snow-white fox fur coat sat by the pond, holding a scroll of the Nanhua Scripture. Her fingers were slender and long, her translucent fingertips revealing a cold, bright whiteness that even the heavy snow could not hide. The snowy hem of her dress was gathered at her knees, revealing a pair of slender and delicate legs, moistened in the cold spring covered by petals. Qingshui was preparing tea for her and seemed helplessly to sigh, “My lady, Xiao Shan Jun has disappeared from the palace again. Should we send Qing Xuan to find her?” Upon hearing this, the woman set down the Nanhua Scripture in her hand, took the tea, and held it in her palm without drinking. She rose barefoot and stood in the middle of the cold bridge. Her fox fur swayed in the wind as she lifted her exquisitely elegant face to gaze at the Star River, her beauty radiant. Even Qingshui, who had seen countless beauties in the Mortal World, couldn’t help but be momentarily captivated. Pear blossom petals drifted down, landing on the woman’s nose, releasing a cold, rich fragrance. She smiled and exclaimed, “How lovely!” Qingshui was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to say in response. After all, this pear tree had bloomed for a thousand years, and she had never heard her lady utter a word of appreciation. Tonight’s remark about the pleasant scent surely wasn’t about the flower’s fragrance. The jade pendant at her forehead tinkled softly as she looked down, the fallen petal floating gently in her tea, her black eyes still holding a hint of a smile. She opened her lips and asked, “When did Xiao Shan Jun leave the palace?” “An hour ago,” Qingshui replied. “Did she leave any note behind?” “Xiao Shan Jun did leave a note, saying…” Here, Qingshui’s expression faltered momentarily before becoming slightly strange, glancing discreetly at her lady before continuing, “Xiao Shan Jun said the flowers in the city had bloomed and were very sweet-smelling. She wanted to go see for herself which household’s flowers could be so fragrant.” The woman remarked thoughtfully, “Is Xiao Shan Jun growing up? She already knows to chase after pretty things.” Qingshui’s expression became even stranger. Was this the right way to use the phrase ‘chasing after pretty things’? My lady. That’s your most beloved little girl. “No matter,” the woman tossed her porcelain cup into the air. Both the tea and the flower within seemed like splashes of ink, sweeping into the cold pond. She laughed softly, her eyes slightly cold, reflecting a fiery blood-like color: “It’s time for me to check on this trouble under the long night. Then I’ll join my little Xiao Shan Jun to chase after the pretty things.” Qingshui hesitated, her gaze flickering toward the end of the corridor where the outer temple lay. She thought, His Majesty the Emperor had entered the Mortal Immortal City tonight and was resting in the outer temple, despite that, her lady’s words might not go unnoticed. Perhaps it would be best to keep things low-key when discussing chasing after pretty things, without being so fierce under your husband’s watchful eye. The lantern swayed, the blood-red light flickering in the night wind. Baili An’s palm had a gash that continued to bleed as if springing from a fountain. He tore off a piece of his clothing and tied it tightly around the wound to stop the bleeding. With Fang Geyu’s assistance, they had just escaped the deep, dark basement when a huge roar erupted behind them, the iron-door framed basement collapsing like a landslide, a massive hole formed as countless fine sands and rocks fell. Dust splattered, the ground cracked open, and there was no sign of Ghost. The air still carried the sharp, urgent sound of strings, Baili An was sure that Ghost wouldn’t fall so easily in this disaster of insects. Though the blood from his palm had stopped flowing, the uncontrollable power of the Blood River was gradually calmed under Baili An’s great effort, his body feeling waves of emptiness. Although the power of the Blood River had subsided, Baili An had used a considerable amount of blood earlier to irrigate the land, enough to drive the underground insects into frenzy. As they fled, the ground teemed with countless snake-like creatures burrowing through the soil, producing a bone-chilling rustling noise. As they hurried along, a snake-shaped mound of soil suddenly bulged under Fang Geyu’s foot, which would have startled any regular woman into screaming. Fang Geyu, however, did not stop. Seeing the change under her foot, she knew something was amiss. Her Spiritual Power gathered under her foot, and she firmly stepped on the mound. The action was so swift and forceful that the mound, which seemed like it was being burrowed by a living creature, exploded instantly, sending wet clods of earth flying. Watching the way Fang Geyu landed her foot, Baili An, supported by her arm, couldn’t help but shudder and pursed his lips in silence. Lying within the overturned soil was a brightly colored Ghost Snake, its strong, foul smell of decay mixed with the moisture of the土, dirtying the clean boot of Fang Geyu instantly. The usually haughty and clean-conscious young lady couldn’t stand this, revealing an unbearable look of dismay. The Ghost Snake under her foot was already dead; the foul stench came from its corpse. Half of the snake’s body had been gnawed away, leaving blackened bones, among which blood-colored sand insects nested. Sensing the presence of living beings, the bright red insects scattered like wind-blown blood-colored dandelions, swarming toward Fang Geyu’s eyes. Her face turned pale as she was about to retrieve a Fire Talisman to kill the swarm of Demon insects. Just then, her wrist was gently grasped by a cold hand, pulling her back two steps and shielding her behind him. Under the night light, Baili An’s eyes ignited with a demonic, bright red flame. The swarm of devouring insects abruptly halted their frenzied movements. Their sharp wing vibrations also became mild, the tiny Demon insects showed no visible change, but their presence clearly became submissive. A sharp pain shot through Baili An’s forehead, right below which lay the spirit platform_filled with the power of the Six Rivers—once again using it caused a backlash within his body. Enduring the pain, he issued a command to disperse the swarm of insects. Baili An’s body swayed, swiftly stabilized by Fang Geyu’s quick reaction. The haunted house was full of demonic spirits, but above was a clear, cold silver moon, painting the world in its hue, and unbeknownst to them, snow had started to fall again, the coldness extreme. Yet the crescent moon in the sky remained uncovered by clouds, its bleak moonlight pouring down and casting an even paler, weaker look on his face. Fang Geyu looked unspeakable, seeing that his usually controlled bloody eyes flickered uncertainly in the dark, resembling a ravenous Demon.

Chapter 289 - 289 287 My Junjun Has Grown Up

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