This night, Mu Hanyan had a dream.
A sky full of peach blossoms fluttered down like rain, turning the entire sky pale pink.
She walked step by step through the seemingly endless Peach Blossom Forest, sowhat bewildered.
Where was this place?
The Peach Blossom Forest in her dream strangely felt familiar, a feeling both odd and subtle.
Mu Hanyan reached out to touch the nearest peach blossom branch, only to be shocked to find herself dressed as a woman!
How long had it been since she had worn won’s clothing? Mu Hanyan wondered why she was having such a dream. But she had never worn these fiery red woman’s clothes before.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from afar, and Mu Hanyan turned her head back sharply to see a person.
That person, amidst the shower of peach blossoms, looked up at her.
She also looked at him.
Their eyes t.
Mu Hanyan’s heart trembled fiercely, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
It was Ye Lanfeng!
Mu Hanyan lay with her eyes wide open, staring at the carriage roof, her mind unsettled for a long ti. Why had she dread of Ye Lanfeng—could it be that she missed him?
Mu Hanyan turned over, her emotions complex, and after pondering for a long ti, she gradually fell asleep.
However, at the sa ti, the sleeping Ye Lanfeng also suddenly opened his eyes.
Hanyan...
The woman in the fiery red dress within the Peach Blossom Forest seed to be etched into his soul.
This scene seed to have occurred a long ti ago.
It was so familiar, so nostalgically rembered.
The person he had been searching for was her, his Hanyan.
A gentle smile appeared on Ye Lanfeng’s lips. He touched the jade pendant beside his pillow, belonging to Hanyan, and after a while, he fell asleep again.
...
The next morning, Mu Hanyan and her companions continued on their journey. Recalling the dream from last night, she unconsciously revealed a slight smile.
"You look bizarrely happy, young master," Zirong said, feeling a bit uneasy as he stared at the gentle smile on Mu Hanyan’s face. It was eerie; could it be that soone was about to face misfortune?
"Shut up and drive the carriage," Mu Hanyan snapped back to reality, shooting a glare at Zirong and banishing him to drive the carriage.
Zirong reluctantly went to replace Jiang Yuzhe driving the carriage, while Mu Hanyan continued her cultivation practice on the carriage. The group practiced cultivation throughout the journey, occasionally enjoying the scenery and chatting idly, and without realizing it, they left Nanxi County and entered the Capital Region. They hadn’t entered the Capital, but the distance was less than a thousand miles away.
Calculating the ti, only over a month had passed; with an ordinary steed, the journey might have taken three to five months.
In the course of this month and more, Mu Hanyan’s strength had greatly improved, moving closer to the Second-level Sword Master. It is known the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to advance; and due to her natural talent and cultivation technique, Mu Hanyan faced hardships many tis more severe than ordinary cultivators. Such advancent naturally filled Mu Hanyan with joy.
Previously, Mu Hanyan had always thought that aside from so Blessed Treasure Lands deep within the Longyan Mountain range, the difference in Heaven and Earth Power across other areas of the Continent wouldn’t be significant, providing similar cultivation conditions. However, on this trip to the Capital, she discovered that the closer they approached the Capital, the purer the Heaven and Earth Power beca; most importantly, even the Star Power raining down from the endless Cangqiong beca more ethereal, clear, and substantial.
Her ability to advance effortlessly was due to this reason.
She had heard before that every nation’s capital was situated in a location of excellent geomancy. Mu Hanyan had initially thought this was just a legend, only now realizing it was indeed true.
Huayue and Zirong had also made notable advancents in strength, both reaching Ninth Rank Swordsman. They had originally been Eighth Rank Swordsn; during a ritual involving a temple adept and Yue Ji’s Forbidden Technique, they were baptized by dual forms of Heaven and Earth Power. Although they suffered greatly at that ti, their cultivation potential was further stimulated, making such advancents unsurprising.
Jiang Yuzhe also reached the Eighth Rank Swordsman, and although he was slightly less advanced than Huayue and Zirong, with his elusive Shadow Shifting Barrier, it was hard to say who would win or lose when making a move.
As their strengths improved, their moods were quite good. The only one who couldn’t cheer up was Qu Shanling.
It had been a peaceful journey without surprises for over a month, yet the deadly premonition Qu Shanling had divined showed no signs. Qu Shanling’s mood grew increasingly tense.
Whether he faced it or avoided it, the fear wasn’t about the strike itself, but when the strike would fall.
"Buzz..." The Cold Sky Sword at Mu Hanyan’s waist suddenly emitted a clear hum.
Qu Shanling, who was in the midst of focusing intensely on his divination, was startled and nearly jumped up. Huayue and Zirong also abruptly opened their eyes, looking puzzledly at Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan was also a bit perplexed, looking questioningly at the longsword at her waist.
"Could there be danger?" Mu Hanyan gently grasped the sword handle.
It was said that spiritual artifacts often sounded alarms to help their owners avoid misfortune and pursue good fortune. Since her Cold Sky Sword had been influenced by the Chi Xiao Sword’s aura before and had gained a hint of spirituality, Mu Hanyan dared not be careless.
Huayue and Zirong also held onto their longswords, their gazes scanning the surroundings becoming incredibly sharp.
Jiang Yuzhe stopped the carriage, vigilantly surveyed the surroundings, gripping one hand on his sword handle and stealthily forming a Hand Formation with the other, ready to employ the Shifting Shadow Technique at any mont.
Qu Shanling’s fingers trembled slightly, his complexion an unusual shade of crimson.
Could it be that his great calamity was approaching? Qu Shanling was a mix of nervousness, anticipation, and, of course, fear. In short, his emotions were extrely complex.
"Buzz," the Cold Sky Sword emitted another clear hum. This ti, Mu Hanyan distinctly felt joy in the sound of the sword’s humming, which seed to have a hint of longing, like an infant seeing a fascinating new toy.
Mu Hanyan focused once again, carefully observing the surroundings, yet she detected no danger.
"There should be no danger." Mu Hanyan loosened her fingers from the sword handle. She had a lot of confidence in her Six Senses. Not to ntion ordinary Sword Masters, even high-level practitioners like Sword Saints couldn’t compare to her in terms of the acuity of the senses.
Huayue and company also detected no danger, slightly relaxing. Jiang Yuzhe, still vigilant, set his longsword aside, prepared to drive the carriage forward once more.
"Buzz," at this mont, the Cold Sky Sword humd yet again.
Mu Hanyan and the others slightly furrowed their brows, raising their alertness again; yet their Six Senses, reaching out in all directions, still detected nothing unusual.
But as Jiang Yuzhe gripped the reins again, the Cold Sky Sword buzzed once more.
What was happening? Huayue and the others looked puzzledly at Mu Hanyan, then at the longsword at her waist.
Mu Hanyan herself was baffled. Though she considered it a warning, she only felt joy and delight from the hum of the sword, without any hint of a killing aura or crisis. Yet it kept humming, stopping them from departing. What could it an?
Could it be a stroke of good fortune approaching?
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