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After Bai Yujing's response, Red Consort's anger skyrocketed. With a sharp howl, Red Consort struck and shattered a row of horizontal pillars, driving the figure in the black robe deep into the floor.
The immense force caused the entire palace to shake continuously, and the massive chains securing the palace outside rattled along with it, creating a clattering sound that made the whole structure tremble. Bai Yujing even felt unsteady on his feet.
At that moment, Red Consort rushed towards Coffin as if she could not wait any longer to kill Xu Lei while she was asleep. However, it was already too late; Xu Lei had opened her eyes first.
A tremendous wave of energy radiated outward from Xu Lei's body, and Red Consort seemed to be at the forefront of this force, quickly pushed back by its power. At that moment, she realized she had lost her chance to kill Xu Lei; the other party was already awake.
Xu Lei's previously ethereal figure transformed the instant she awoke. A certain consciousness spread out, and a powerful aura emanated from her. Just by looking at her silhouette, Bai Yujing could feel a profound pressure.
In Xu Lei's opened eyes, there was no trace of the previous timidity, innocence, or playfulness; only endless weariness and indifference remained, along with an imperial-like majesty. Xu Lei slowly descended from above and landed on the ground. At that moment, Bai Yujing was less than a few meters away from her, yet she did not glance at him at all, as if she were completely unaware of his presence.
Bai Yujing looked at Xu Lei and couldn't help but shiver suddenly. This gaze could not belong to Xu Lei. Although he had not spent much time with her and did not know her well, she was still just a minor child. The person before him had eyes that seemed to have experienced endless years of hardship—something Xu Lei could never possess.
"I feel like I have been asleep for a long time. Who are you? A slave daring to attack your master? Do you not fear that I will cast you into the Underworld's depths and ensure you never reincarnate?" Xu Lei wore a black robe that had once seemed ill-fitting but now exuded authority. Her phoenix-like eyes glared down at Red Consort, her voice resonating throughout the grand hall like divine punishment descending from heaven.
Xu Lei stood with an air of arrogance, as if judging all beings beneath her like a deity standing on clouds. She looked down on Red Consort with utter disdain, exuding confidence to the extreme as if no one in this world mattered to her. This was entirely different from the Xu Lei Bai Yujing had seen before; it was as if they were two different people. Moreover, she spoke in the language of the divine race, akin to that of Mountain Spirit, rather than the Chinese used in her previous conversations with Bai Yujing.
Red Consort laughed heartily: "Yaoji, stop pretending! It has been ten thousand years since then; the Kuaiwei Clan has long since vanished. You are no longer a goddess or a princess of Yan Emperor. As for my name, I can tell you—I am called Red Consort!"
Bai Yujing looked at Xu Lei in astonishment. He had read ancient texts and knew that Yan Emperor had a daughter named Yaoji who once studied under Chisongzi. This figure had become a myth in later generations known as the Goddess of Wushan and was also referred to as the daughter of Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of the West in various legends. Some versions even claimed that Yaoji was indeed the Queen Mother herself.
Yaoji was one of the earliest deities in Chu and served as its original guardian spirit. Bai Yujing had heard Lao Qi mention that Xu Lei was a descendant of Jiang Clan and also a descendant of Kuaiwei Clan—immortal and reincarnating through cycles. He had thought it was merely some rumor or fantasy but did not expect it to be true; moreover, she was not an ordinary divine being but rather the reincarnation of Yaoji.
After hearing the words of Red Consort, Yaoji repeatedly exclaimed in anger, "How dare you, a mere servant, refer to Red Consort? That title belongs only to the Imperial Daughter of the Divine Clan. You are simply seeking death!"
Red Consort was furious: "We are not your servants! You have enslaved us for so many years. Even if you die, you still want to drag us down with you, forcing us to guard your tombs for generations. Why should we? Your era has passed; we will master our own fate!"
Red Consort took a deep breath: "Today, I will be here to change the Mountain Spirit Clan and liberate your Kuaiwei Clan from the fate imposed upon us. We are not servants, Yaoji. You have long been dead. Even if you consumed the Immortality Elixir, does that truly grant you eternal life? Are you still the divine princess you once were? What stands here is merely a girl with a thin trace of divine blood, deceiving herself!"
Bai Yujing felt that the shock he experienced over these past few days surpassed his entire life. Names and legends familiar from childhood gradually appeared before him, revealing secrets from ancient myths.
The Immortality Elixir? Does this thing really exist? So Xu Lei consumed the Immortality Elixir, which allowed her to achieve this form of quasi-immortality. Is this Immortality Elixir something created by the divine clan in their quest for eternal life?
However, as Red Consort said, can this form of immortality truly be considered real? Who is present here now—the Yan Emperor from ancient times, the Imperial Daughter, Yaoji, or just an ordinary girl in her teens named Xu Lei who carries a hint of timidity?
At this moment, the black-robed figure who had just been defeated by Red Consort crawled back. The black robe was tattered, revealing delicate white skin underneath and an extraordinarily beautiful face. That face looked remarkably similar to Red Consort's, leading Bai Yujing to speculate whether they might be sisters.
Yet compared to Red Consort's anger and rebellion, all he could see in her eyes was loyalty and fervor. Despite being severely injured and bleeding profusely, she respectfully returned to Xu Lei's side—no, rather to Yaoji's side—kneeling on the ground with utmost reverence, like a devout fanatic.
Regardless of her wounds or being ostracized by her kin and isolated by her companions, regardless of time spanning endless ages, she maintained her faith in the Kuaiwei Clan. The mark of servitude from the Kuaiwei Clan was deeply etched into her being. Unlike Red Consort's rebellion and independence or her pursuit of freedom, it seemed that the divine clan was everything to her.
Watching the actions and expressions of the black-robed figure made Red Consort tremble with rage as she gritted her teeth and said slowly, "You—traitor!"
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