Chapter 127 - 107: The Nether Monarch’s Connections
It was unclear just what she was sighing about.
Lu Changyuan watched a crystalline drop of water slide slowly down the maiden’s collarbone.
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DRIP. DRIP.
It fell into the water.
In the Celestial Mountain’s Cold Pool, Qiu Yuehan gazed at her reflection, which clearly mirrored her beautiful face.
"Senior Sister? Senior Sister?"
Qiu Yuehan finally snapped back to her senses.
"Junior Sister?"
"Senior Sister, you seem to be spacing out a lot lately. Did something happen?"
Qiu Yuehan shook her head, not daring to admit she was thinking about the Old Monster.
Xia Lianxue had entered the Cold Pool with her as usual. Both were wearing special gauze robes as thin as cicada wings. This was because today, Jiang Jiayi was absent from the Cold Pool, and the Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace was present.
Neither of them was used to Su Youwan’s presence yet.
The silver-haired maiden had sidled up to Xia Lianxue at some point. "Miss Xia, you seem a little different from us."
It took Qiu Yuehan a moment to understand what Su Youwan meant.
’Here in this Cold Pool, she and Su Youwan are still inexperienced maidens, while Junior Sister is already a married woman.’
Su Youwan’s words left Xia Lianxue speechless.
In fact, from Xia Lianxue’s perspective, this Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace was unreasonably beautiful.
’What’s the point of a cultivator being so gorgeous?’
’Shouldn’t those who pursue purity and abstinence be a bunch of old, shriveled-up Daoist nuns?’
Qiu Yuehan zoned out again. She had just been thinking about her Junior Sister being married, and how she might have a few children in the future... ’Raising children?’
"Senior Sister? Why is your face so red?"
"The water’s too hot..."
Xia Lianxue stared at Qiu Yuehan as if she’d seen a ghost. Even the Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace looked at Qiu Yuehan in astonishment.
’Are you kidding me? This is the Cold Pool. How could the water in the Cold Pool be too hot?’
"Senior Sister, are you all right?"
"I’m fine, I’m fine."
Qiu Yuehan was clearly distracted. Just now, a bizarre image had suddenly popped into her head... She was holding the Old Monster in her arms, about to feed him.
’Ridiculous!’
Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, her hand touching her Demon Pattern.
’I absolutely cannot fall into the clutches of that Old Monster in this lifetime. I have to think of a way to protect myself.’
Before long, Qiu Yuehan left the Celestial Mountain early and returned to her room.
It was still early, not yet dark. Sunlight filtered through the lattice window, casting beautiful shadows.
She changed her clothes and frowned slightly as she looked at herself in the copper mirror.
The woman in the mirror had a red floral marking on her forehead. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she was as beautiful as the moon at night.
’It doesn’t match.’
Qiu Yuehan thought to herself.
The standard robes of Miao Yu Palace were pure white with gold trim, making the wearer look as ethereal as an Immortal. Normally, she didn’t care what she wore, so she had always worn the white, lotus-embroidered robes.
But today, she suddenly felt it didn’t suit her.
Wearing these white clothes felt a little... uncomfortable?
’Oh well, I’ll just make do.’
Cultivators never had many requirements for their attire anyway.
Qiu Yuehan sat cross-legged on her bed, feeling agitated. She couldn’t pinpoint where this feeling was coming from, but it had probably started when her mother emerged from the bracelet and told her she had to return to the village.
During her many years of Cultivation, Qiu Yuehan had often heard the other disciples in the palace talk about their parents.
Girls like her and Xia Lianxue, who had grown up in Miao Yu Palace since childhood, were rare. Most disciples joined the palace only after they were old enough to understand things.
When those graceful young women missed their parents, they would talk about fun stories from their past.
Qiu Yuehan would eavesdrop, her face expressionless.
She often wondered who her parents were and why they hadn’t wanted her.
Her parents didn’t want her, so they abandoned her in a village. The village didn’t want her either, sending her to Miao Yu Palace when she was just a few years old.
It was as if nobody wanted her.
But now she knew. It wasn’t that they didn’t want her; they were dead.
’That’s better, then.’
She used to think that once she became powerful enough, she would find her parents and ask them why they had abandoned her in the village.
That last wish was gone now... ’Well, if it’s gone, it’s gone.’
The Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique circulated within her, and Qiu Yuehan’s heart became as still as water once more.
This Heart Method was just too perfect for her.
So perfect, in fact, that she was actually starting to consider taking the Old Monster as her master... ’If I become his disciple, would that count as having an acquaintance?’
The truth was, Qiu Yuehan was a very solitary person.
She felt a distance between herself and all the other disciples of Miao Yu Palace.
Occasionally, she considered trying to get along better with the other disciples and had even tried to change, but she always failed in the end.
Ultimately, Qiu Yuehan found it difficult to connect with others on a deeper level. She had no one to talk to. It was only recently, with her Junior Sister constantly dragging her around, that she had someone she could actually converse with.
But her Junior Sister was married now.
And to the Old Monster, no less.
As the saying goes, a married Fairy is like spilt water. In the future, her Junior Sister would be living elsewhere with the Old Monster.
It seemed she would have no one to talk to again.
Qiu Yuehan shook her head and stood up. She didn’t want to keep meditating; instead, she felt a bit like sleeping.
Not long ago, she had heard from Bai Lu that the members of the Daoist Sect all slept at night.
Bai Lu had said it was to follow the Celestial Dao’s principle of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Gradually, she had also started preparing to sleep for a while at night.
But it wasn’t nighttime yet.
Tomorrow, she and her Junior Sister had to go out to the Spirit Race... Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, opened the door, and descended the mountain.
The winter sun was a lazy one, always ready to set and rest early. Qiu Yuehan took advantage of its last, weak rays of light to head down the mountain.
At this time of day, the Mortal Dynasty at the foot of the Daoist Sect’s mountain was still bustling with people, a picture of prosperity.