Yin Weiyin’s divine soul traveled afar, vanishing into the shadows, moving with the wind, and in an instant, returned to the place where her physical body was.
The female crown sitting cross-legged opened her eyes, circulating Qi throughout her body. The gentle breeze around her fluttered, causing the branches and leaves to spin and sway before finally settling down. It took so ti before her mind cald as well.
Instead of using the Supre Forget Love Technique, she cald her emotions by herself. Yin Weiyin, having practiced the path of cultivation for many years, should have been adept. Yet this ti, she sat cross-legged for quite a while before standing up.
What was the reason?
Quite simply, it was too exhilarating!
Thinking about that arrogant female Prince who could only clench her fist in silence, swallowing her frustration—clearly, the intimidation as the First Lady was executed perfectly, striking straight at the Life Gate.
Moreover, there were old grievances between them, and now Qin Qingluo had no choice but to bow her head... Yin Weiyin stopped her thoughts to avoid causing ripples in her Heart Lake again.
"She does care about her family. Once Zhu E intervened, she imdiately went quiet, perhaps a chance to get close," Yin Weiyin mused, then suddenly puzzled, "Earlier, when I ntioned that Chen Yi might be at the Prince’s Mansion, why did she react so strongly? Could it be there’s soone else besides Zhu E?"
The female crown pinched her fingers, divining, but couldn’t co to any conclusion. Perhaps there was no one else, or maybe the Prince’s Mansion had an array concealing or interfering with the divination, or perhaps both.
She did not insist on getting to the bottom of it, as this intimidating act was already sufficient. If her divination was discovered, wouldn’t that weaken her own montum?
Sweeping up her sleeves, Yin Weiyin turned back to the room and, as she pushed the door open, saw Lin Wanxiao leaning on her cheek, looking up. Her eyes sparkled for a mont but dimd quickly upon realizing it was her and not Chen Yi returning.
"Why is it you..." Lin Wanxiao muttered.
"Why not ?" Yin Weiyin, displeased by the words, subtly reminded her, "Here on Gaoliang Mountain, with him not around, who else but the Daoist can protect you all?"
Lin Wanxiao wavered slightly. Though she was raised in the deep boudoir and unaware of the tumult of Jianghu, she had heard of the Demon Sect’s reputation. Rumors had it that they kidnapped children to concoct elixirs, ate human flesh and blood raw, nurturing demons and spirits, tornting even their own to the brink of despair... Thinking of this, she realized that Yin Weiyin was indeed right. Besides this Taichua Goddess, who else could protect them, a group of weak won?
Lowering her tone a bit, she said, "I know your kind intention; it’s just that I am... always reluctant to accept others’ favors."
"I can see that."
"Then do you... forgive my past mistakes?" After all, being under soone else’s roof, Lin Wanxiao was clear about that, albeit reluctantly.
"That wouldn’t be hard," Yin Weiyin said agreeably, "Call Sister Yin and let’s hear it."
"You!"
"You absolutely don’t have to," the female crown stated matter-of-factly.
Lin Wanxiao struggled for a mont, unwilling initially, but with herself and Xiuhe being so loneso and dependent on no one, possessing neither martial arts nor magic to rely on, how could they protect themselves?
"...Sister... Yin."
Most won, when persuading themselves, sotis find it difficult, sotis easy. This may seem contradictory but is not hard to understand; persuading oneself to sacrifice for others is difficult, but to accept others’ protection is simple... Knowing this, Yin Weiyin saw right through, and because she understood the pettiness of these ordinary people, she could erge pure and unblemished, transcending the mundane affairs.
With the one call of "Sister Yin," she knew this young lady had yielded. Just as she was about to return for ditation, Lin Wanxiao pursued the question:
"Sister... Yin, when will he return?"
Yin Weiyin responded with a gentle smile, slowly shaking her head, "I cannot say."
Lin Wanxiao’s face was filled with despair. After a long while, she continued, "He won’t co back? He’s probably already forgotten about us."
"Don’t include ."
"...Then just ... forgotten, isn’t it..." Lin Wanxiao leaned on the table, "Just right, I am also forgetting him, already forgotten most of him."
The female crown noted that although this girl didn’t get what she desired from Chen Yi, she was slightly different than before. Recently, even though there remained confusion and sorrow, her face seed a bit more vibrant.
In Yin Weiyin’s eyes, drawing from past experiences, she slightly judged the root of the issue,
Still lacking in herbs...
.........
Nanwei is very close to Tianzhu, known since Dali as the "Pure Land of Wondrous Fragrance." The ruling branches, Duan and Gao, promoted Buddhist temples with zeal, with an emperor even ordaining himself as a monk. Over the millennium, ancestors have passed, yet Buddhist temples remain, and the local civilians devoutly believe in Buddhist Law. A poem says, "Three thousand grand temples, eight hundred Wisdom Palaces."
And the Ming’an Divine Sect, too, adapted to the local customs, renaming Ming Venerable to Great Ming Venerate Buddha, taking root and sprouting here, growing into a towering tree.
The mountain path exudes a grey-purple hue, with strange rocks protruding along the edges, and twisting paths abound with flowers of the other side in full bloom.
The ancestral temples mingle with those of ancestors and serve as a passage linking the mortal world and the underworld.
Ever since Chen Yi left the ancestral temple, guided by Qin Xuzhi, he delved straight into the Netherworld to seek the Infinite King, having gone to the Netherworld several tis, each ti becoming more familiar.
The terrain of the Underworld resembles and doesn’t resemble the mortal world, preserving much of its topographic outline, only adding myriad twists and turns. The Southern Border itself is rugged, and with this spiraling trail, one could easily beco dizzy.
Along the road, he saw so wandering souls who neither head for the Ghost Gate nor, in fear and panic, seek ways back to the mortal world but roam aimlessly. Chen Yi knew these were Southern Border folks who mistakenly entered the underworld after consuming mushrooms.
The Netherworld was eerie and unpredictable, with sudden changes. These wandering living souls in the Netherworld might unwittingly remain there. So along the way, Chen Yi casually pointed so out, helping wherever he could, later recounting this to Yin Tingxue. This made that Little Fox happy for a while.
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