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Such occurrences are rare, and without exception, they involve individuals of profound cultivation. It is only natural that they have not spread widely; this is what I have heard from my master.
Fan Wuyou's master was the previous leader of the Xianyao Sect, a figure renowned for his extraordinary abilities. If he said so, it must be true.
Realizing that her thoughts were muddled, Han Ying, the True Person, frowned in contemplation. Her mind felt clouded, as if stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to recall anything clearly. She struggled to remember but could only vaguely picture a figure.
Seeing her in such distress, Fan Wuyou suddenly spoke up.
"There is a treasure mirror in the sect's treasury called the Flower Moon Mirror, which can trace dreams. Perhaps it can help resolve your troubles."
Upon hearing this, Han Ying nodded.
"Then I shall trouble you, Sect Leader."
Before long, Elder Huang arrived with the mirror in hand. He first took Han Ying's pulse and examined her condition but shook his head.
"There is nothing unusual detected. It seems you have been troubled lately and haven't rested well."
"Then why does my head ache faintly?"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Elder Huang examined her more closely but found no abnormalities. Finally, he could only shake his head repeatedly, sighing at the peculiarity of the situation.
"In that case, let us try this mirror first."
The treasure mirror was presented before Han Ying. She reached out to touch it, and ripples immediately appeared on its surface. The mirror glowed brilliantly and suddenly flew into the air, shrouded in mist that gradually revealed the truth.
The scene within the mirror was still set in the Cold Moon Palace, where Han Ying sat in quiet meditation.
Suddenly, a warm and clear voice broke the silence.
"Master?"
In the past, Ye Xiuyuan had always been cautious and reserved, but in the mirror, he appeared quite different from his usual self. Noticing that Han Ying did not respond, he smiled and ran forward to grasp her hand.
"Master, you've been cultivating for so long; you should spend some time with me!"
Han Ying's demeanor softened as well; a gentle smile graced her stunning face, tinged with a hint of indulgence.
Ye Xiuyuan led her into a small courtyard where a table was laden with exquisite pastries. He wore a bright smile as if inviting her to enjoy them. He even picked up a piece of cake and playfully fed it to Han Ying. However, his fingertips accidentally brushed against her lips, causing him to retract his hand immediately. His head lowered as he blushed like an apple.
"Master, I didn't mean to!"
The Cold Shadow Master smiled, playfully tugging at his cheek with an affectionate gesture.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ye Xiuyuan revealed a hint of a smile on his face. "I know Master cares the most. Here, try this piece; don’t refuse."
Having learned from previous experiences, he was reluctant to feed her again. However, the Cold Shadow Master took his hand, guiding it slowly towards her lips with the pastry.
Seeing this, she could no longer hold back and shattered the floating mirror in mid-air with a surge of spiritual energy.
"How could I possibly do such a thing?"
After years of diligent cultivation, she sought only enlightenment and had no intention of harboring romantic feelings, especially not towards her own disciple. Yet, the mirror reflected her dreams—dreams where she appeared to be enticing him.
It was nothing short of an insult to her.
Flustered and embarrassed, her face flushed red. This mirror must be faulty; there was no way she could have such dreams.
Elder Huang cleared his throat, attempting to speak further about the mirror's condition.
Before he could finish his sentence, he was silenced by the increasingly icy gaze of the Cold Shadow Master.
With high cultivation comes great power; he knew better than to provoke her.
Fan Wuyou chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "We all know the true character of our Master."
"This mirror has been in the treasury for many years; it’s normal for it to be inaccurate. It’s my fault for not having it examined thoroughly before sending it over, leading to such misunderstandings. Please don’t take it to heart, Master."
Seeing Fan Wuyou extend an olive branch, the Cold Shadow Master’s expression softened slightly, though her cheeks still retained a hint of warmth.
Elder Huang wanted to say more but was ushered out by Fan Wuyou.
He sighed softly.
"Ah, how could he not know what this mirror is like? Who would have thought that beneath her pure exterior, the Cold Shadow Master would dream such dreams? It truly goes against the ethics between master and disciple."
To think that such matters could arise in the Celestial Wanderer Sect—what a decline! What a decline!
The Cold Shadow Master had yet to fully recover from the earlier shock and coldly stated, "Sect Leader, I’m feeling a bit tired; I won’t see you off."
"Well, well, well, it seems we're starting to kick people out over a disagreement."
Fan Wuyou smiled lightly. There was no need for the real person to feel embarrassed; in fact, he had anticipated such a scene before arriving.
"What do you mean by that?" Master Hanying narrowed her eyes, revealing a chilling intent.
"Are you saying that you manipulated the mirror to make me look foolish?"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get worked up, let's talk this out."
Master Hanying forced herself to calm down, but her murderous intent remained. If Fan Wuyou couldn't provide a satisfactory explanation soon, she would make him pay.
Fan Wuyou took out a recording stone from his sleeve and said, "Please take a look at this, Master."
Master Hanying looked puzzled. She infused her spiritual energy into the stone, and the image of Ye Xiuyuan appeared in the water mirror, deepening her confusion.
However, when she saw a strange light orb appear beside Fan Wuyou and the two of them discussing how to plant a seed of inner demons in her, her murderous intent could no longer be contained. She summoned her flying sword.
The sword gleamed coldly, exuding an icy aura.
"I will definitely kill him today."
Daring to lay hands on her and plant seeds of inner demons—such a person deserved only one fate: death.
In light of such a serious matter, those outrageous dreams from earlier seemed trivial.
Seeing this, Fan Wuyou was startled and quickly stepped forward to restrain her hand. "Master, please don't get agitated."
Master Hanying gritted her teeth. The evidence was irrefutable; what concerns could the sect leader still have? If the sect leader worried about not being able to explain things to Elder Ye, once she killed this brat, she would personally apologize to Elder Ye. But today, this brat was undoubtedly going to die.
No wonder she had been feeling uneasy lately; there had been an inexplicable pain that only eased when she saw Ye Xiuyuan.
So it was like this—so it turned out this way.
Ye Xiuyuan actually dared to scheme against her; she had to let him know what the consequences were for plotting against a divine-level cultivator.
Fan Wuyou felt troubled. "Even if you kill this brat, it won't change anything; the one behind all this is that strange light orb."
"Right," she thought. She had only focused on Ye Xiuyuan earlier and had forgotten about that peculiar light orb.
She couldn't help but frown. What exactly was that thing?
It seems that this orb of light not only has the ability to plant inner demons but also to seize people's fortune, which is truly astonishing. The cultivation world has never heard of such a figure before.
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