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Chapter 181: The Fool
"Aren't you going to bring him in, Snow?"
A melodious voice floated down from the mist.
"Yes, Elder."
Mo Xue nodded respectfully and led Lin Feng through the clouds to a floating palace. There stood a woman in white, ethereal and detached from the world, like a fairy who had never tasted the mundane.
"Elder, I have brought him," Mo Xue reported respectfully.
The White-Clad Woman nodded slightly and asked, "Where is Dugu Po?"
"In my cauldron..."
Lin Feng's words halted abruptly. How could he let this information slip? However, without moving the Ancient Cauldron, how could he bring his senior brother out?
"Rescuing my senior brother is the priority. With him here, losing the cauldron won't matter; we can retrieve it later."
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Feng summoned the Blood Devouring Cauldron.
"Fairy, my senior brother is inside. He is too heavy for me to lift out..." Lin Feng revealed an awkward smile.
With a wave of her hand, a stream of white energy flowed like a gentle current into the Ancient Cauldron. This soft white essence coalesced into a delicate hand that gently lifted Dugu Po and suspended him in mid-air.
"Who allowed him to be so severely injured?" the White-Clad Woman asked with a frown.
Lin Feng replied, "My senior brother fought against three Grand Elders from Azure Cloud Sect, Divine General Manor, and Great Zhou Royal Family. Then he faced off against Qingyun Sect Leader Helan Mountain and was gravely wounded. After leaving Azure Cloud Sect, we encountered twenty Demon Generals and someone called Ghost Map who pursued us."
"I have heard some rumors; I didn't expect the Demon Clan to stir after being quiet for a millennium," the White-Clad Woman said lightly.
"Fairy, how is my senior brother?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.
"The injuries are quite severe. If it were anyone else, they would have died by now."
After finishing her words, the White-Clad Woman looked at Mo Xue and said, "Snow, take Lin Feng down."
Mo Xue nodded and replied, "Yes, Elder."
Lin Feng followed Mo Xue out of the palace. Knowing that the elder was willing to help his senior brother eased his heart considerably. Mo Xue led Lin Feng back to the pavilion once again.
"Miss Mo, I have a request," Lin Feng said.
"You may speak," Mo Xue replied lightly.
"I have a friend who died for me. I heard that the Yunlu Xian Sect's Holy Art is unparalleled and can bring the dead back to life. Please save my friend. This great kindness, I, Lin Feng, will never forget and will surely repay," Lin Feng said earnestly.
"There are very few who can be brought back to life. Let me take a look," Mo Xue said.
"Alright."
Lin Feng spread his clothes on the ground and then carefully placed Magenta down on it. Looking at Magenta's withered face made Lin Feng's heart ache. His brows furrowed deeply.
As Mo Xue performed her technique, a white glow emanated from her delicate fingers, coalescing into a soft hand. This hand gently stroked Magenta's body before gradually turning gray, finally disappearing with a soft pop.
"What happened?" Lin Feng asked anxiously.
Mo Xue shook her head and said, "She used a technique that burned away her three souls and seven spirits in life. All of them have dissipated, and too much time has passed."
"Is there really no way? Isn't the Yunlu Xian Sect's Holy Art capable of reviving the dead? Please, Miss Mo, help me. Can’t your esteemed predecessors at Yunlu bring her back to life?" Lin Feng shouted as if he were about to lose his sanity.
"With her condition, anyone's efforts would be in vain. Do you remember not long ago when the Emperor of the Great Tang came seeking medical help for Princess Jian'an?"
"Princess Jian'an only lost a soul and a spirit. Our Holy Mother personally intervened, using the sacred twin flowers to bring her back to life. But this person has lost all three souls and seven spirits; there is no way to save her," Mo Xue said, somewhat displeased.
Lin Feng couldn't help but ask upon hearing the term 'sacred medicine,' "If we find the sacred medicine, can she be saved?"
"The sacred medicine is useless. If you can find an immortal medicine, there might be a chance of revival."
Lin Feng's expression turned bitter. "There are no immortals in this world, so where can we find immortal medicine?"
"This woman cannot be revived. However, I can cast a spell to restore her youthful appearance, so she won't look as miserable as she does now." Mo Xue vaguely recalled the events at the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference. That woman had made a fleeting appearance, leaving a few people remembering the Crimson Figure.
"Restoring her youthful appearance is of no use if she can't be revived," Lin Feng said despondently, his face filled with sorrow and regret. If he couldn't save Magenta, he would never be able to let go of the guilt and self-blame he felt for her.
Mo Xue replied, "You are not a woman; you don't understand the importance of appearance. There are many women in Red Flower Palace, but disciples as pure as her are rare. I was moved by her plight, which is why I want to help restore her beauty. You should know that restoring her appearance is not an easy task."
Lin Feng murmured, "Then it must be done. One day, when I bring Magenta back to Red Flower Palace and she sees her master with a youthful face, I believe it will ease her heart and her master's heart as well."
"I can help. But my Yunlu Xian Sect does not engage in pointless endeavors," Mo Xue stated.
Lin Feng understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch. He suppressed his sorrow and said solemnly, "Just tell me what you want me to do. If I, Lin Feng, can accomplish it, I will not refuse."
Mo Xue replied, "Today I will restore her youthful appearance in exchange for a drop of your Essence Blood."
"Just a drop of blood? How could that be difficult?"
Lin Feng prepared to make a Sword Point gesture towards his brow.
"Stop."
Mo Xue quickly intervened, and with a wave of her Delicate Hand, a soft, holy light transformed into a gentle hand that grasped Lin Feng's arm. "What use is your Essence Blood now? What I want is the Essence Blood from you when you reach the pinnacle of your Cultivation in the future."
"Of course," Lin Feng replied without hesitation.
"You are a disciple of Divine Ruins; I believe you will not go back on your word."
"Then please, Miss Mo, begin restoring Magenta's youthful appearance."
"This place is not suitable. Wait for me here while I take this young lady to my residence. Once the task is completed, I will bring her back to you."
"Thank you, Miss Mo. I will be waiting here."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, he bowed in gratitude as he watched Mo Xue leave.
After flying several meters away with Magenta, Mo Xue suddenly turned around and asked, "Lin Feng, while in the territory of Yunlu Xian Sect, do not mention the name Mo Mo again."
"Why?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.
"This is also one of the conditions," Mo Xue threatened.
"I promise," Lin Feng said, not wanting to dwell on such matters at that moment.
Once Mo Xue departed, Lin Feng stared blankly at the cocoon formed by Miaomiao. After a while, he murmured, "Miaomiao, did you hear that? Magenta cannot be saved. We both owe her."
Lin Feng couldn't help but start reminiscing about that red figure.
"Since you know Magenta is from Red Flower Palace, why do you ask and intentionally make her uncomfortable?"
When they first met, Magenta had been shy yet adorably innocent.
On that day, He Rongsheng wanted to kill himself in one fell swoop. It was Magenta who stepped forward and blocked the fatal sword for him. The first thing she said when she opened her eyes was, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh, "What a foolish person."
"Sister Miao, do we count as friends?"
"Of course."
"Then I want Lin Feng to give me a hug of encouragement between friends."
"No way."
"Why not? Why can Tang Jiner have it, but I can't? You saved her life, and I saved yours too."
"Are you trying to leave the noodle shop?"
"That's unfair; I'm not convinced."
Magenta, you have always been by my side, working hard without complaint. Yet I haven't even given you a single hug.
"I know your heart only has Sister Miao. I know what I'm doing is wrong; I'm sorry, Sister Miao. But I can't help it. Who told me I was born in Red Flower Palace?"
"I only ask for one night from you. After this night, I will return to Red Flower Palace and never leave the palace again. I won't let you and Sister Miao be troubled anymore."
"I beg you to grant this wish."
"Young Master, Magenta lives only for this one night with you. If this is how it is, then there will be no regrets in this life. In my heart, I truly like you."
Fool, since you come from Red Flower Palace, how can you develop real feelings? You shouldn't fall in love with someone you shouldn't or don't deserve.
"Young Master. Are you finally willing to hold me?"
"Young Master, do you know how much I hate you? I wish I could kill you with my own hands. But when I see you being slaughtered like an ant, my heart aches so much. I can't bear it."
"I, Magenta, am like a moth in this life. And you, Young Master, are the flame of my destiny."
"Who made me encounter you? Who made me fall in love with you?"
How foolish you are! How could you be so foolish? Just because of a single word from your master, you wholeheartedly believed and acted upon it.
It is only because of the belief and obsession in your heart that you fell in love with someone you shouldn't have.
You devoted yourself to her without regret, but in the end, what did you gain?
Magenta, you are truly foolish!
Until this moment, everything returned to calm. Lin Feng was finally able to settle his mind and reflect on what had happened. His mind was occupied by that red figure.
As Lin Feng reminisced, he repeatedly muttered the word "fool," tears streaming down his face.
In another grand hall, Dugu Po opened his eyes, dressed himself, and rose from the Soft Couch.
The White-Clad Woman bent down and lowered her head. Beneath her head was a wooden basin. The White-Clad Woman scooped water from the basin and splashed it on her face, refreshing her weary spirit.
"I'm sorry for troubling you again," Dugu Po said gratefully.
"You mentioned 'again,' so what else can I do?" the White-Clad Woman replied as she continued to hold the water.
"What about my junior brothers? Are they alright?" Dugu Po's greatest concern as he lay down was still Lin Feng and Miaomiao.
"Long have I heard that you disciples of the Divine Ruins value your bonds with one another. What confuses me is, you nearly died, yet Master Da did not appear to save you?"
The White-Clad Woman finished washing her face and took out a white handkerchief to gently wipe it, her movements graceful.
Dugu Po turned his head away, seemingly unable to look at her. "My senior brother is very busy."
"What could be so important that it keeps him from caring for your lives?" the White-Clad Woman asked again.
"Miss Mo smiled. There are very few people in this world who can kill me. If I want to live, I will naturally not die," Dugu Po replied confidently as always.
"I have heard that Senior Xu has gone missing. Is Master Da traveling across the Jiuzhou Continent, searching everywhere for the Market?"
At this point, the White-Clad Woman fixed her gaze intently on Dugu Po, hoping to glean any details that might reveal his answer and the hidden information within it. (To be continued...)
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