Chapter 146 - 115: I’m Not Part of the Dowry

Chapter 146: Chapter 115: I’m Not Part of the Dowry

"Why didn’t you let him finish talking..."

The Red Fox picked herself up from a distance. There was a large hole in her chest, and the wind whistling through it felt cool.

"It’s not like he’s gone forever. Besides, I’m not of the Human Race anymore. I can’t experience their ways, so it wouldn’t be perfect."

The young woman looked at the sky, where a Celestial Tribulation was gathering to descend—a punishment for her forced Ascension to Yao Guang and for breaking the rules by summoning someone from a reverse timeline.

But the young woman simply gazed at the Celestial Tribulation and said, "He has already returned. If you insist on pursuing this, then I will see you through it."

The Celestial Tribulation paused.

"In exchange, I will not interfere with your plans. The Chaos should indeed come to an end."

The Red Fox poked her head closer. "What’s all this gibberish? Can’t you help me with my wound first... Huh?"

A star lit up as a Celestial Dao Title suddenly descended. The Red Fox instantly ascended to Yao Guang.

The young woman turned around, looking the Red Fox up and down. "I’m going to transform into a human. You..."

The fox was still savoring her new Yao Guang Technique when her fur suddenly stood on end. "Don’t look at me! I’m not some kind of dowry! What’s so great about hairless humans? Besides, are you a rabbit that eats the grass by its own burrow?"

The Nether Monarch shook her head. "I want to help the Human Race win."

The Red Fox twitched her ears, her large tail standing on end. "It will be difficult."

"Summon Jue and the others to Jianmu. The Human Race has also made many preparations."

The Nether Monarch looked to the sky. That was her Netherworld—her and Yu’s Netherworld.

A small, ethereal sphere of light materialized in the young woman’s hand. This was Granny Long’s Thought.

The Red Fox swept her tail against the Nether Monarch’s leg. "Are you really going to do this?"

"This is my Dao. There’s no reason not to try."

The Nether Monarch carefully tossed Granny Long’s Thought into the Netherworld. It became the first ethereal spirit to walk the grounds of the Netherworld. It drank its fill of the Nether Monarch’s flesh and blood, and from that decaying essence, a new life would one day blossom.

The Red Fox said irritably, "You should know that even if she lives again, she won’t be Granny Long anymore."

"I know."

The young woman merely hummed in acknowledgment, then stood atop Long Mountain Peak, gazing out at the misty sea.

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"Senior Sister? What are you looking at?"

Qiu Yuehan retracted her gaze, pushing the complex tangle of memories in her mind to the back of her thoughts.

"The clouds. The clouds here are quite beautiful."

The Moon Fairy gripped her sword. It was exceedingly fine and exceedingly deadly, but with a gentle wave, the clouds of Long Mountain Peak wrapped around the Fairy’s blade, finally transforming into a length of cloud-woven brocade.

Xia Lianxue stared at Qiu Yuehan in astonishment.

She knew her senior sister’s talent was extraordinary, but she had never imagined Qiu Yuehan’s aptitude reached such a level.

When the Little Fairy in a White Skirt began her Cultivation under Feng Xianlong, Yuyue Immortal Palace was already a colossal power with countless geniuses within its halls. But in front of Qiu Yuehan, all those innumerable geniuses could only fall in line behind her.

The title of Miao Yu Palace’s Chief True Inheritor was well-deserved.

Xia Lianxue was suddenly struck by another thought.

The two True Inheritors of Miao Yu Palace were groomed to be successors. But since she, Xia Lianxue, was already the Miao Yu Palace Master, that left only Qiu Yuehan as a successor.

’Am I supposed to pass my position on to Qiu Yuehan?’

The thought gave Xia Lianxue a headache, because Qiu Yuehan was also the Young Master’s... the Young Master’s what?

Xia Lianxue grit her teeth slightly. ’For now, I’ll just think of my senior sister as Celestial Mountain’s little junior sister.’

’Does that mean the Daoist Sect Master is going to try and snatch her from me too?’

’The relationships are a tangled mess. Whatever! From now on, Miao Yu Palace can just do whatever it wants.’

The Miao Yu Palace Master decided to stop thinking about it.

Qiu Yuehan turned back and said, "The ritual is starting."

The sun had set, and the moon had taken its place. Torches were lit all around. The runes on the stone platforms glowed with an azure light, and countless fireflies seemed to emerge from the forest, clinging to the runes and flickering in unison with their radiance.

In the flickering torchlight, the shadows of the Moon Fairy’s eyelashes danced, obscuring her emotions. She suddenly asked, "Junior Sister, do you know who the Spirit Race’s ritual is for?"

Xia Lianxue tilted her head. "I don’t. Didn’t they say they were worshiping their ancestors?"

The Little Fairy wasn’t of the Spirit Race, so how was she supposed to know who their ancestors were?

Qiu Yuehan narrowed her eyes. The memories surfacing because of the ritual were becoming clearer.

"Junior Sister, I once read in an ancient text that the primeval Spirit Race was nearly wiped out in a war with the Demon Race. Only a few, guided by their ancestors, came to Long Mountain to suppress... to suppress a monster."

"What ancient text was this?"

"Just one I happened to come across," Qiu Yuehan could only say.

Xia Lianxue thought her senior sister was being strange, just like the Young Master. Whenever they encountered something new, they would claim it was written in some ancient text.

’I’m the Miao Yu Palace Master and I’ve been cultivating for over a thousand years. How have I never heard of such a text?’

Qiu Yuehan pointed at Lan Xi, who had already donned a moon-white ceremonial robe. "If Long Mountain is a place for suppressing a monster, why would they worship their ancestors here?"

Her words hung in the air.

Lan Xi had already raised the White Jade Scepter high, murmuring an ancient language that no one else could understand.

Qiu Yuehan frowned deeply and looked at a member of the Spirit Race nearby. "Do you know what this ceremonial chant means?"

The Spirit Race member was taken aback. He hadn’t wanted to answer Qiu Yuehan, but for some reason, he felt he didn’t dare refuse. "I’m not sure. It’s probably a ceremonial chant passed down from one Clan Leader to the next."

In other words, this group of Spirit Race members had no idea what their own ceremonial chant meant.

But Qiu Yuehan understood it. It was the language of the Ancient Spirit Race. The general meaning was to call upon their great ancestor to return, using their identity as members of the Spirit Race.