Chapter 315 - 315 313 Bunny

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315: Chapter 313: Bunny 315: Chapter 313: Bunny Mu Xue Palace, the winter snow sprinkled across the courtyard. The noble lady, jade-like in her celestial grace, was eating a piece of steamed cake soaked in wine, her charming lips adorned with white sugar frosting. She resembled a distinguished white cat, licking the frosting off her lips with an innate noble elegance. She elegantly lifted the jade cup with her pure and radiant bearing, sipping a mouthful of tea, her appetite as small as that of a cat. Half a piece of the steamed cake and a sip of tea were enough to satisfy her. She raised her serene and clear eyes, gazing at the distant firmament, and sighed lightly, “Jun Jun is misbehaving.” The Seal Keeper’s composed features were pressed with an anxiety she could hardly conceal, “My lady, Ghost Mountain is no ordinary place; beneath it sleep Taboos that must not be disturbed. The Ghost has descended from Ghost Mountain, and he carries with him the key. If he rashly opens that door, Jun Jun will surely be in danger! Please, my lady, issue an order to allow Qing Xuan to enter the mountain and bring back Jun Jun.” The noble lady uttered indifferently, “If Jun Jun managed to escape right under your watchful eyes, she intended to avoid you. How can you, Qing Xuan, be so confident that you can capture her within Ghost Mountain?” Qing Xuan’s cheeks flushed slightly, “But…” “The master of the Hundred Night Luo Book will not encounter any accidents in Ghost Mountain. As for the Ghost…” The noble lady huffed coldly, playing with the wine cup in her hand, “His obsession runs deep. He wouldn’t dare to open that door.” She rose slowly, her bearing pure and graceful, and spoke lightly, “In this world, out of all the beings, none would think to open that mysterious, forbidden door. And the only member of the corpse demon royal family who would attempt to, will by doing so, sever Jiang Chen’s last lineage in the Mortal World.” At that moment, the noble lady’s eyebrows and eyes conveyed a strong and merciless resolve, “Send out my decree. Open the Inner City, release the test, Ghost Mountain is such a vast testing ground, yet only a handful of people take up their brushes to respond—the tediousness is unbearable.” Qing Xuan said, “Isn’t this a bit unfair to the young man?” After all, he discovered the test and is the most eligible candidate to answer it. The noble lady cast an indifferent glance at the Seal Keeper, “Since I set the rules of the game, whether it is fair or unfair is not for others to demand or debate. Qing Xuan, you still do not understand what it means for me to be in the Mortal World.” … … Eerily red and icy eyes twinkled in the dark as a rabbit clutched a carrot in its paw, and on its back, a little girl with one shoe missing walked along the stream. Gusts of cold wind blew intermittently, with Fierce Ghosts occasionally darting between the scattered, strange-shaped cliff walls. Falling into the perilous situation of Ghost Mountain, the little girl who was initially frightened to tears seemed to gradually adapt to her surroundings, her red eyes fixated on the rabbit’s plump ears without wavering. Overnight, her fear of this rabbit shifted to reliance and affection. Truth be told, at first, she really found this rabbit difficult to deal with—it had an ice-cold aura that did not belong to this Mortal World. Although it was clearly just a rabbit, it exuded the solitude of a rare flower on a high peak, which made it hard for people to feel close to. But along their journey, this indifferent rabbit, regardless of its never once showing her a hint of a pleasant expression, never left her stranded. Even though they underwent various harrowing dangers and trials together. She had been swallowed by a python hidden in the wilderness, strangled by Ghost Vines into a scorpion’s nest, and lured by her starving curiosity to pluck mushrooms from the rocks, she fell into the midst of a Cannibal Evil Flower bed. They were all situations fraught with peril, yet she miraculously came out unscathed every time. The little girl, now thoroughly loathed by Afu Tu as a troublesome child, survived through these crises that she feasibly shouldn’t have been able to endure. Beyond exhaustion, she didn’t even bear a single external wound. The rabbit, uninterested in engaging with her, nevertheless carried her, making their way toward the path home. Afu Tu moved slowly, not due to its short legs. The rabbit’s plump paw holding the carrot was deeply soaked in a grim wet red, its chest and abdomen bearing a deep wound gnawed by the Cannibal Flower, and one of its short legs was tightly bound by a dark Ghost Vine. Though the vine had been severed by sword fire, Afu Tu didn’t realize it was a Ghost Vine that inflicted a thousand deaths. Once entwined and bloodied, it shouldn’t be cut away to escape. Detachment from its main body would only make the vine more resilient and constrict even tighter within the flesh and bones, never relenting until they shattered. But none of that slowed down its pace. Its main focus at the moment was crossing a stream. The river was shallow; beneath the rippling waters, no tiny shrimps or fish to be seen, just countless yin spirits with a hunger for living souls. Because of Afu Tu’s inherent racial pressure, the yin spirits lurking in the river dared not approach carelessly. Yet, over many years, the water nurtured the yin spirits. In time, this seemingly clear river naturally developed a devouring malevolence. A malevolence that seeped into the bones and attacked the soul. This sensation was far from pleasant. Ghost Mountain was divided into three realms, each level more perilous than the last. While one could fly with the Sword Control in the first upper realm, there were taboos in the second layer, making it impossible to fly with carrots. Afu Tu had never ventured deep into Ghost Mountain, and presumably, that crazy woman harvested Ghost Grass only in the external realm. “Rabbit, Rabbit,” the little girl wanted to touch its ears, but several times she was sternly rejected by its icy glare. Knowing the rabbit disliked being touched without permission, she blew towards its ears, whispering softly, “Why can you carry such a big San, even though you are so small?” Ji San was afraid of ghosts, especially in this ghost-ridden world; she sought someone to talk to. Well, even if the rabbit was not human, and it couldn’t speak. “Rabbit, Rabbit, how come your carrot can breathe fire?” The dim light prevented the little girl from noticing the wounds on Afu Tu; she prattled on incessantly. The rabbit turned half of its head toward her, its gaze deep. It wasn’t particularly ferocious, but it seemed to say, “Keep annoying my ears, and I’ll throw you into the river to feed the ghosts.” The little girl immediately closed her mouth, daring not to make another sound. Though she still had a belly full of questions, such as why in this dark and strange world, with myriad pathways and odd landscapes, did the rabbit move forwards without hesitation, as if it already knew where it was heading. Even though the road ahead felt distant, Ji San, leaning on Afu Tu’s not-wide-back—soft to the touch—felt a strange sense of comfort. She thought to herself, once she got home and found her sister, she would ask her to cook a delicious bowl of carrot and vegetable noodles for the rabbit. Darkness loomed over Ghost Mountain, the Abyss silent and speechless. The chilling winds, emerging from nowhere, brushed against the skin, freezing to the core. Baili An was awakened by the piercing chill. The wind whisked through the tree tops, the coldness intensifying. Dried branches tapped in the wind, rustling softly, as if little ghosts whispering in the dark. When he opened his eyes, before him was boundless darkness, with occasional specks of blue light and fireflies emerging among the withered vines and wild grass, casting their light in the limitless gloom.

Chapter 315 - 315 313 Bunny

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