Chapter 302: [Top of the Dead] The Soul of Wushan Palace

The Wushan Palace is also known as the Loyalty Palace. After the reign of Fairy Tramper, the layout of the Palace was reorganised and divided into three areas: the front, the middle and the back chambers.

The two Mei family brothers did not go straight in, they stood at the door, and when Xue Meng followed them, the elder brother told him, "Something is wrong with this palace, there is a miasma of ecstasy inside."

"What is the miasma of ecstasy?"

Mei Hanxue explains, "It's an aromatic mist miasma similar to that of the chimenea. It's found in the plum forest at Snow Walk Palace and doesn't dissipate all year round."

Xue Meng asked with a green face, "What will it do?"

"It makes it impossible for the intruders to find their way." Mei Hanxue said. Mei Hanxue said, "The miasma has little effect on its own people, but on intruders it distorts the scene and makes it impossible to find the true entrance or exit. You know what they say about ghosts hitting walls, it's probably something like that."

Xue Meng :""

Mei Hanxue Ice said coldly, "They are stalling for time. I'm afraid someone is fighting in the back hall."

Mei Hanxue then asked, "How can we get around it?"

Mei Hanxue glanced at him, "You've lived at Snow Walk Palace for over twenty years and you're asking me"

"Ahem." He turned to Xue Meng and said, "There's nothing we can do but go in and feel around to find the source of the miasma and disperse it." He looked at Xue Meng's face and said, "But don't worry, I'm the best at this. I often use the plum forest maze at the back of Snow Walk Palace to hide from the female practitioners who come looking for trouble. If you give me an incense stick of time, I should be able to break it."

At the mention of this, his elder brother's face darkened, his voice dropping like ice.

"You have the nerve to say that."

Xue Meng was in no mood to listen to their gossip, so he took two steps forward and opened the door to the front hall of Wushan Palace with a creak.

Like a foul ghost opening its fetid mouth, the carved lacquer door slowly opens, and inside, the lamps and candles are extinguished, and there is silence. As Xue Meng takes a step inside, he can indeed feel a light floral scent in the air.

He looked back and the Mei family brothers had disappeared. I think that before the miasma cleared, all three would have seen a different scene, and no one would have seen anyone.

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came out from the high standing throne of the Great Hall.

" Xue Meng "

An inky wind gusted and an ink-coloured gauze fluttered. Xue Meng, startled, bellowed, " Mo Ran "

The voice sighed, "It's you, isn't it? Are you here?"

Xue Meng's throat twitched and his back tensed as he stepped deeper into the dimly lit hall with his sword

The tip of the sword picked through the heavy curtain and then he saw it.

On top of the high seat, a handsome, pale man is sitting with his eyes closed. The man sits slumped in a molten gold chair, wearing a nine tasselled beaded crown. His eyebrows are dark and coldly angular, his nose bones high but delicately curved. A pair of lightly coloured lips are pursed, and not much can be seen of them.

It's the Fairy Tramper.

Fairy Tramper's face was very pale, a slight greenish tinge to the white of his corpse, as if he had been poisoned by a severe poison. He has some fruit plates in front of him on which grapes are purple, apples are thin and scarlet, beautiful rivers and mountains are on silver plates, but the man on the imperial throne does not even lift his eyes. He does not look.

Illusion of Reality

The split wasn't so real. Xue Meng buzzed inside his head and as he returned to his senses he heard himself saying, " Mo Ran, you"

Fairy Tramper did not seem to have awakened from her light sleep, her eyes still closed, but she answered, "What?"

Perhaps the man in front of him was too weak, or perhaps Xue Meng had already vented his endless anger in the rainstorm. Now, facing the vision on the high seat, he was more exhausted than angry.

He wasn't sure if Mo Ran would answer, nor did he know what the point of doing so was. He just mumbled numbly, asking the questions that were piling up in his chest and almost crushing him: the

"Why are you doing this are you returning from rebirth you you and the Master you really"

Fairy Tramper didn't answer, of course. He just grunted softly before slowly stretching the ciliary curtain.

In the dim light, he looked at Xue Meng for a moment: "By all accounts, you and your master have not seen each other for two years, since we parted at Kunlun Snow Walk Palace."

Xue Meng froze for a moment: "What"

Fairy Tramper smiled and said to herself, "Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

Xue Meng snapped and asked, "What Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, what two years no see, what nonsense"

The disorienting vision in front of me is in fact the last conversation Mo Ran had with Xue Meng in his last life when he took poison to kill himself, and the last words Fairy Tramper left behind on earth.

The maze was created at random, coincidentally creating the situation before they parted from each other in a previous life.

But Xue Meng did not know that. Bewildered and indignant, anxious and frightened, he glared at the man on the seat and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Fairy Tramper's eyes looked at him, and seemed not to look at him.

It is like looking through this real Xue Meng to another shadow that does not exist.

He and the shadow spoke to themselves, "And you talk foolishly. You don't have the brains to think about how I would allow my master and I to live in this world with such a deep hatred."

Xue Meng stopped talking.

Fairy Tramper would go on and on even if he didn't say anything about it. He is talking to someone he cannot see.

What he's talking about

The sentences that Fairy Tramper spoke, Xue Meng did not remember much because he could not understand them. But the eyes of the man on the throne were so mad and cold, so paranoid and contradictory, that it sent chills through Xue Meng's body that this was not his brother. He could not recognise it.

Fairy Tramper was still grimacing: "Do you want to remind me that he once beat me to a pulp and brought me to my knees in front of everyone to confess my sins? Or do you want to remind me that he stood in my way several times for you, for someone who didn't do anything, to get in my way and ruin my work?"

The tyrant, like a blind, broken-jawed dragon, is exhausted in the mire, retaining his last viciousness.

He chanted uncontrollably, as mad as a madman, as obsessed as a demon. He looked vicious, but in reality he was exhausted to the point of exhaustion.

He said, "At least he was a teacher and a disciple. His corpse, resting in the red lotus water pavilion at South Mountain. It lies in a lotus flower, well preserved, as if asleep."

He added, "His corpse was sustained by my spiritual power to remain undecayed. If you miss him, don't bother with me here and hurry up while I am still alive."

Xue Meng stepped up the long steps, the snow phoenix clutched in her hands, sweat stained: "What the hell are you talking about"

In a previous life, who died

Whose corpse rests in the red lotus watering hole

Whose corpse has to be kept intact by the spiritual power of the Fairy Tramper emperor

In fact, from the words of Fairy Tramper, from the tomb he had seen in front of Tongtian Tower, Xue Meng already had an answer in his mind. But his mind felt like it was filled with ice, and his lips and teeth clashed with trepidation.

Who's dead who's dead

Suddenly his face twisted and he rushed up to the temple, reaching for Mo Ran's lapels, but his five fingers passed straight through the vision.

Fairy Tramper's face dipped at arm's length and she said hoarsely, "Go on. Go and see him. If I'm late and I die, when the spirit is broken, he'll be dust too."

As the words fell, the man closed his eyes in dismay, the poison having taken hold.

And Xue Meng's eyes widened and she trembled

How did it all come to this? What other absurdities have occurred on this red earth?

"You killed him."

Xue Meng's voice was rustling, almost broken, "You killed him."

""

"Have you known everything since you were reborn, do you actually know everything"

Naturally no one will answer him, but Xue Meng asks anyway.

There are many answers in this world that are not pleasant to know, but only torturous, and yet they are still being asked.

Which is love and which is hate, the cruel truth or the gentle lie

"If you knew why you had to lie to our brother how could you bear it how could you bear it?"

In front of his eyes was the other man's near-spastic face, and no one could look good when the poison struck. Blood dripped from the corners of Fairy Tramper's mouth as he braced himself and staggered to his feet, stumbling towards the outside of the hall.

"Where are you going?"

Xue Meng extends his hand towards the shadow.

"You will."

Suddenly, five fingers fell into a warm mass.

Xue Meng's nostrils were shaken, the scent of flowers disappeared from her nostrils and was crushed by the back of the black and gold figure walking towards the sunset.

" Mo Ran "

No more Mo Ran.

The barrier disappears, Xue Meng's eyes and expression are bewildered and broken, dreams and illusions, past lives and present lives, which is real and which is not, the door to life and death opens, leaving the former red earth and their world in chaos, what is really happening, which Mo Ran is the real Mo Ran and which self is the real self

His face, so thin and broken, looked so pitiful that even his gaze was in a trance.

After a long time, the eyes were gathering.

Mei Hanxue is reflected in her brown pupils.

"Wake up." Mei Hanxue let go of his hand and flicked him in the forehead, and Xue Meng took the pain.

"It's over."

""

Xue Meng stiffened for a few moments before he finally came back to his senses and he murmured, almost forcefully, "I'm sorry"

Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, "There's nothing to be sorry about. This maze is very mysterious, and the heavier your mind is, the more frightening the things it turns out to be."

Xue Meng lifted her eyes and looked up at him with dark eyes that were still a little moist.

He didn't really like talking to Mei Hanxue, but at the moment the person in front of him was like the only real and stable presence in a delusion, and he couldn't help but speak hoarsely: "And you? What did you see?"

Mei Hanxue did not answer immediately, but paused for a moment before smiling: "Thousands of girls I have harmed over the past ten years. I am so sad."

""

Just then, they suddenly heard an earth-shattering blast from the back of the hall.

Mei Hanxue, with an icy look in her eyes, drew her sword and said, "Go."

Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue followed them across the stormy atrium to the back of the hall, where they first saw a white and golden figure swimming up to the roof of the gallery. The figure caught sight of the intruders and froze in its tracks, its eyes dropping. A thunderclap lit up her face.

Mei Hanxue sank her brows and said coldly, " Mu Yanli "

A stern cry came from the front: "Sister Wood ignore them and run away"

At the sound of Mu Yanli's voice, he swept away, albeit reluctantly. When Xue Meng arrived, the back hall was already in a state of disrepair, littered with broken wood and tiles, fire licking at the broken beams, silk and tapestry burning, red tongues spitting from the sky, black smoke tumbling like a tide.

In this market place, two white shadows slash and slash, the wind splashes and the fire explodes as their shadows are as fast as lightning, clashing in the air and separating.

There was a clanging of metal and a flash of gold and blue light, and the bricks and tiles lifted up with a boom. On the other hand, a blue wave of spiritual energy gushed out from beneath the broken gold bricks, surging and tumbling.

The figures swished, standing left and right at the top of the giant tree and the top of the wave respectively.

Xue Meng abruptly loses colour: "Master"

No matter what the truth is, it is Xue Meng's instinct to care for Chu Wanning in times of crisis.

Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, squinted her eyes against the spray of water and murmured: " Shi Mingjing ".

The two men fighting the storm were former pupils Chu Wanning and Shi Mingjing.

But what is strange is that Shi Mingjing's body is wrapped in a powerful aura that clearly belongs to the Fairy Tramper emperor, and his exposed skin is crawling with black incantations and his meridians are protruding horribly.

Xue Meng rushed up: "What's going on Shi Mei, the teacher"

With a thud, Xue Meng was catapulted out of the dueling circle. He barely managed to get up, only to see that a golden begonia barrier had fallen in front of him.

Chu Wanning looked extremely pale and said morosely, "Don't come any closer."

Mei Hanxue took a few steps forward and stood next to Xue Meng, he stared at Shi Mei's unusually strong stream of spiritual energy and frowned, "Strange. He's using his own water-based moves, but all that emanates is the power of another person."

After a brief pause, Chu Wanning and Shi Mingjing exchanged blows like lightning, both of them having unleashed their full spiritual power, their powerful auras forcing the other three to gasp for breath.

Beidou's feet willow vine, his golden sword Huaisha in his hand, the light of which illuminates his eyes, which are more severe than the blade, as he slashes down at Shi Mei with his sword as light as a swallow

" Chu Wanning "

Shi Mei's angry cry borders on the twisted.

"I have not killed you in two lives and this is how you treat me."

With a loud bang, he raised his hand and made a seal, a deep blue barrier opened up in front of Shi Mei, blocking Chu Wanning's attack.

However, a closer look reveals that the barrier was not created out of thin air, but by a sheathless stranger's sword. It was the violent spirit of the Fairy Tramper that flowed through Bugui Shi Mei, so much so that Bugui mistook his master for him and served him at his beck and call.

Chu Wanning's eyes darkened and he said, "No, you have killed me in both lives."

The golden sword was drawn back and the declining light of the sun shone through. But Chu Wanning flipped back in the air, kicked his long leg towards the crack and swept back, then threw the Huaisha in his hand at him, only to hear the sound of thunderstorm, the sky rolled through the black clouds.

Shi Mei raises the no-return block, but he is not Mo Weiyu after all.

He was unable to carry Huaisha's strength and the sword came out of his hand and clanged back into the ground. Immediately afterwards, Shenwu's golden sword stabbed Shi Mei straight in the chest

"Well," Shi Mei barely managed to avoid it, but not the heart, but not the rest of the body, only to hear a brush and a splash of blood as Huaisha pierced the back of Shi Mei's shoulder and returned to Chu Wanning's palm dripping with blood.

Shi Mei slammed back down to the ground and fell among the broken bricks and tiles, but tried her best to cover her wounds and get up.

His gaze flashed with extreme anger and fury: "Why do you stop me? What is the use of stopping me so that the dead can come back to life? Stopping me so that your days can be comfortable? Stopping me so that these two earthly lives can return to what they once were?"

Chu Wanning swept down from a height, tapping his toes on the ground, before standing in the debris.

He was soaked to the skin, bruised and bloody, indifferent and less like Chu Wanning than at any time.

What he said was true.

The Eight Bitter Long-Hated Flowers devoured his beloved, so he has died in both lives at the hands of Shi Mingjing. Two lifetimes.

"You know what you could have done to stop this?" Shi Mei, almost mad, bellowed at Chu Wanning, teeth bared, rain pouring down around them, but not extinguishing the fire of hatred, "You should have gone back in time, after opening the gates of life and death, and killed Mo Ran. You should have gone back in time, killed Mo Ran, torn his body to pieces and burnt it to ashes and crushed it."

"" Chu Wanning's eyes were cold.

"What from the beginning what redemption joke is because you wanted to save him, you didn't want to kill him, I was able to get the nucleus that made him strong again I was able to recast the Fairy Tramper emperor and get to where I am today" Shi Mei said and actually laughed out loud.

The eyes are like the teeth of a snake, like the claws of a scorpion, like the needles of a bee, bubbling with venom.

Shi Mei gritted her teeth and said, "It's because of you you can't do it. If you had stopped me earlier, it would have been over and I would still be here."

"It is you who have dragged these two earthly beings down with you."

"Don't think you're some kind of Evening Yu Heng Beidou Immortal, what have you done you've done nothing I was able to master the mysteries of the First Forbidden Art by using the time and space rift you left behind before I reopened the Gate of Life and Death, and there's a credit to you for destroying this world hahahaha, hahahahahahaha"

The laughter is cobwebby and slimy, vulture-like.

He was upside down, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and the magic markings on his body were fading little by little, but he did not care, trying desperately to insult and curse the man before him with the most vicious words.

Once a heartthrob or a favourite.

It all went up in smoke in this rainstorm.

He probably underestimated Chu Wanning, or maybe he overestimated himself. He used to be so full of himself that he thought Chu Wanning could be his own plaything, and as long as the chain was tightened, he could be kept for fun. His life was not necessary. But now

"If I had to start over," said Shi Mei, covering her bloodied shoulder, "I would have killed you."

The last bit of the magic pattern fades away.

Shi Mei's strong spiritual flow is suddenly lost.

Lying on the floor, it becomes the perfectly ordinary butterfly-boned beauty mat again.

Shi Mei gasped slightly, looking at Chu Wanning through the rain.

He had already used his last killing move, the Borrowed God. It was a move he had used once before in front of the reborn Mo Ran, on the night of the Linling Island Inn.

I would say it was a move, but in fact it was more like swallowing an elixir. That elixir was tempered with the blood of the Fairy Tramper emperor and would give him the power of Mo Ran within a burn or so.

Although that power is not Mo Ran's true strength and will always be a cut short, it will be enough for many necessary situations.

This time, his failure to beat Chu Wanning in a short period of time meant that he had run out of steam.

He knows it well.

Xue Meng, watching from the side, was at a loss for words and said hoarsely, "Master Shi Mei "

The sound was weak, but Shi Mei had fallen not far from Xue Meng, so he heard it and turned his head. As they looked at each other, Xue Meng's mind became increasingly blank.

Shi Mei looked at him for a moment, and then there was a sudden flash of light in her eyes, followed by a slow, sad smile on her handsome face.

" young master "

Xue Meng jolts.

In a trance, Shi Mei's eyes were the same as before, his face was the same as before, he was so wretched and so soft, he didn't say anything, he just held out his hand to Xue Meng.

Xue Meng was standing at the edge of the boundary, and if he couldn't help but take a step, no, half a step, then

At that moment, however, the blade was suddenly bursting out with an intense light, and all eyes fell on it.

Mei Hanxue said, "Be careful," and dragged Xue Meng, who had almost stepped out of the boundary, back.

Immediately afterwards they saw Bugui splitting the ground and rising into the storm, then like a bright meteor, he swept straight towards the forbidden place at the back of the mountain

This situation was also seen by the monks who had started to attack the mountain and were fighting with the mountain full of chess pieces, and the crowd was astonished: "What is that"

"What's going on?"

Shi Mei squinted his eyes and crouched on the ground, watching the sudden red light at the back of the hill, which penetrated his pupils, and then he pinched his fingertips and closed his eyes to sense it. After a few moments, Shi Mei suddenly understood, and his eyes snapped open with wild joy.

" Fairy Tramper "

Chu Wanning turned back abruptly, his face pale.

Shi Mei laughed long and loud, his eyes glowing with the light of a tiger: "He's not dead, hahaha, he's not dead". With a few leaps, he was in the garden.

"Master."

Chu Wanning could not stay, so he turned his head to look at Xue Meng and said to Mei Hanxue, "Please look after him. He himself took to the ground and followed Shi Mei's figure.

Shi Mei was no match for her master in terms of lightness of movement. In the blink of an eye, they reached the back of the hill, but what they saw before them was enough to stop them in their tracks, horrified.