Chapter 213: Tang Yuehua, Died
Heaven Dou City—the most bustling district at its very heart.
Here, towering buildings rose in dense clusters, shops abounded, and the streets teemed with a ceaseless flow of people.
Along both sides of the thoroughfares, the cries of street vendors, the haggling of merchants, and the playful laughter of children wove together into a vibrant tapestry of lively clamor.
Amidst this bustling din, a five-story building stood in quiet repose.
Even within the grand expanse of Heaven Dou City, this structure could be considered remarkably tall.
Constructed of blue bricks and dark tiles, featuring soaring eaves and intricate bracket sets, its overall architectural style exuded a sense of quaint antiquity—a stark contrast to the opulent, gilded shops that surrounded it.
The immediate impression this building conveyed was one of refined elegance.
Upon its signboard hung just two simple characters: Yue Xuan.
The calligraphy was graceful yet imbued with vigorous strength, radiating an air of scholarly refinement.
At this moment, a steady stream of people flowed through the entrance of Yue Xuan; those entering and exiting were individuals of exquisite bearing, clad in garments of the utmost luxury. Among them were noble ladies, scions of prominent clans, and middle-aged men and women adorned in magnificent attire.
This was Heaven Dou City’s most prestigious academy of etiquette—a place where countless children of the nobility vied with one another to become disciples.
And its proprietress was Tang Yuehua.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of Yue Xuan...
A figure clad in white materialized out of thin air.
Jiang Bai stood in the corridor, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings.
Flanking the corridor stood several attendants. Clad in matching gray robes, they wore expressions of respectful deference as they awaited their mistress’s commands.
Upon the sudden appearance of Jiang Bai, the attendants were startled into shock!
"You... Who are you?!"
One attendant instinctively cried out, "Halt! This is a restricted area within Yue Xuan; unauthorized personnel are strictly forbidden from entering!"
Jiang Bai paid them no heed.
He walked straight toward the far end of the corridor.
There lay the only room on this entire floor.
Tang Yuehua’s private chambers.
The attendants exchanged glances, then surged forward in unison, intent on blocking his path!
However, the moment they drew near Jiang Bai, an invisible, crushing pressure—heavy as a towering mountain—bore down upon them!
"Bang—!!!"
Several attendants were sent flying backward simultaneously, slamming violently against the corridor wall!
Spitting up blood, they slumped to the ground—motionless!
Jiang Bai didn’t even spare them a glance.
He walked up to the door and came to a halt.
Just then, the door opened.
A figure appeared in the doorway.
It was a woman.
She wore a long, silver court gown that fit her perfectly, exuding an air of sheer elegance.
The hem of her skirt trailed along the floor, and a sash of matching silk was tied around her waist, accentuating her slender figure.
Her raven-black hair was coiled high atop her head, secured by a white jade hairpin, revealing a smooth, unblemished forehead and a graceful, elongated neck.
She was regal and magnificent, possessing an air of refined dignity.
Tang Yuehua.
She gazed at the white-clad youth standing before her, then at the attendants lying prostrate on the floor; she was utterly frozen in shock.
Her deep, expressive eyes were filled with a mixture of astonishment and terror.
Jiang Bai, too, was sizing her up.
To his surprise, this Tang Yuehua hadn’t actually fled?
He had originally come merely to try his luck.
The Clear Sky Sect had already been annihilated; of the few remaining disciples, all—save for Tang San, who had been rescued by Ning Fengzhi—had been executed on the spot in Spirit City.
And yet, Tang Yuehua—a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect—still dared to remain in Heaven Dou City?
Was she truly unafraid of death, or did she simply believe that the Spirit Hall would be unable to find her?
Jiang Bai took a step forward, advancing toward her.
Tang Yuehua’s body began to tremble.
Her Spirit Power was merely at Rank 9; in Jiang Bai’s presence, she was no more than an ant.
She could only retreat, step by step.
But Jiang Bai continued to press forward relentlessly.
One step... two steps... three steps...
Tang Yuehua’s hips brushed against the desk behind her.
She had nowhere left to retreat. She bit her lip, forcing herself to speak despite her trembling: "Who are you? Wh—why have you barged into my Moon Pavilion?"
Her voice quivered, yet she strove to maintain a facade of composure: "The Moon Pavilion is a place where many of the Empire’s noble scions come to study; surely you wouldn’t..."
"Heh."
Jiang Bai sneered, cutting her off.
Gazing at Tang Yuehua’s pale face, he stated dispassionately: "My name is Jiang Bai."
Two simple words.
Yet they struck like a thunderbolt, exploding within Tang Yuehua’s mind!
Her pupils instantly constricted!
Her body felt as if all strength had been drained from it; her legs went limp.
Thud!
She collapsed onto the floor!
"You... You..."
Her voice trembled violently: "Was it you... who killed Brother Hao?!"
Jiang Bai nodded, his tone indifferent: "Indeed. It was I."
Tang Yuehua’s heart felt as if it were being gouged out by a knife!
Brother Hao...
It really was him who killed him!
Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes!
Tang Yuehua pressed on: "Was it you who annihilated the Clear Sky Sect?!"
Jiang Bai nodded once more: "Indeed. That, too, was I."
He paused, looking down at Tang Yuehua—who lay sprawled on the ground—his eyes devoid of even the slightest ripple of emotion: "Now... it is your turn."
As the words left his lips, he raised his right hand.
With a gentle flick of his finger...
A wisp of golden-red flame shot forth from his fingertip!
The flame was minuscule—no larger than a fingernail—yet it radiated an intensity of heat that was utterly terrifying!
Drifting through the air, it landed upon Tang Yuehua.
Whoosh—!!!
The flame instantly erupted!
Golden-red inferno engulfed Tang Yuehua’s entire body!
"Ah—!!!"
A piercing, agonizing scream rang out, echoing throughout the entire room!
Tang Yuehua thrashed desperately, attempting to beat out the flames consuming her.
But the fire clung to her like a parasitic growth, burning ever more fiercely!
Her skin began to char.
Her flesh began to melt.
Her bones began to shatter.
The screaming gradually grew fainter...
Until, finally, it ceased altogether.
Jiang Bai gazed at the burning inferno, his face utterly devoid of expression. There was only stillness.
It was as if he had merely performed some trivial, insignificant act.
A moment later...
The flames gradually died down.
On the floor, nothing remained but a small pile of ash.
And a few shards of bone that had not yet been completely consumed by the fire.
Jiang Bai averted his gaze.
He raised his hand and flicked out another wisp of flame.
The flame landed on the room’s curtains, on the desk, on the bed...
Before long, the entire room was engulfed by fire.
Jiang Bai’s figure flickered, and he vanished from the room.
...
East City Pedestrian Street.
It remained as bustling and lively as ever.
Jiang Bai’s figure materialized within a narrow alleyway.
He stepped out onto the main street, sensed the presence of Bi Ji, and then headed in that direction.
A moment later, he arrived in front of a clothing boutique.
Just then, a figure emerged from the shop’s entrance.
Bi Ji.
She had changed into a new outfit.
It was a flowing, floor-length gown featuring a delicate gradient of white and green—imbued with an ethereal, otherworldly aura, as if she were a celestial maiden who had stepped right out of a painting.
The dress featured an off-the-shoulder design that accentuated the slender, delicate lines of her shoulders. Butterfly-shaped appliqués of green gauze adorned her shoulders, while her wide, flowing sleeves swayed gently with every step, fluttering like dancing butterflies.
A sash of matching color—embroidered with intricate, minute patterns—cinched her waist, highlighting her slender figure that seemed small enough to be spanned by a single hand. The hem of her gown trailed along the ground, rippling into graceful arcs as she moved, much like waves spreading across water.
On her feet, she wore a pair of golden high-heeled sandals; their delicate straps wound around her fair ankles, making her long, shapely legs appear even straighter and more elegant.
Her exquisite, dainty feet were glimpsed only fleetingly through the straps of her sandals.
The arches of her feet curved with graceful perfection—delicate yet elegant.
Her heels were flawless and unblemished—smooth to the touch and supple with vitality.
The vibrant allure of her sandals created a striking contrast against the fresh, ethereal aura of her gown; with every swaying step she took, even the breeze drifting along the street seemed to be imbued with a touch of her gentle grace.
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