It was rare to see such an empty mountain in this flourishing capital. This was the back mountain of the Southern Sky Temple.
Inside the valley, towering trees towered into the sky. They were bare and covered in a layer of silver ice crystals.
The snowflakes were still fluttering down. The cold wind was like the roar of a gigantic beast. It came from the mouth of the mountain and swept across the land, echoing in the valley.
A few old trees that had withered during the winter were blown apart by the wind, issuing cracking sounds.
A wooden pavilion, a tombstone, and a lonely grave.
Feng Feiyun personally dug up the grave and took one last look at the beauty wrapped in ice. Her appearance was still the same with her white hair. It was as if she had fallen asleep and would never wake up again. Feng Feiyun moved his eyes away and no longer looked at her. He placed the ice back into the grave and covered it with dirt.
The affairs of the world were unpredictable; it was a bleak time.
She was once the number one beauty of the Ji Clan, and no one in her generation could compare to her beauty. She had tens of thousands of suitors, but now, she was still wrapped in ice and buried in the ground. After a thousand years, she would turn into dust. Who in this world would remember that she once existed in this world?
She was once a Divine Concubine and lived a life of luxury. Her cultivation was profound, and countless people respected her as a celestial being. But when her prosperity faded away, she was just a woman with a bitter life. She didn't live her life for herself. Perhaps on a quiet night, she would sit alone under the moonlight and look forward to her dreams, then silently swallow her tears.
Everyone had to die. Since one had chosen the path of immortality, one should be prepared to die at any time.
Feng Feiyun stood before the grave and bent down to carve the word "Xuan" on it.
Ji Lingxuan said that she wanted to make it up to Zuo Qianshou. Perhaps burying them in the same grave would be the best way to make it up to him. Perhaps this was what she didn't say before her death.
Feng Feiyun sat in front of the tombstone, motionless, as if he was deep in thought. Snowflakes fell on his body, piling up into a thick layer, turning his entire body into a white snowman.
In the latter half of the night, Feng Feiyun stood up. All the ice and snow on his body fell to the ground. He took one last look at the lonely grave of ice and snow, then left the col step by step. Perhaps he would never come back.
Under the night sky, the cold wind whistled and snow filled the sky, drifting throughout the entire col.
Every story had an ending. Ji Lingxuan's story was over, but Feng Feiyun still had a long way to go.
There was a grave in everyone's heart, burying a person who had yet to die.
…
Feng Feiyun walked out of the col and left the Nantian Temple. Unknowingly, he walked to the underground dragon vein. The golden Spiritual Qi here had turned into a liquid state. It had an ice-cold aura, as though there was a golden dragon running underground.
On top of a wide stone platform, the Evil Woman was still in seclusion. Half of her body was immortal light while the other half was evil mist. A sparkling light flashed on her forehead like a galaxy of stars.
Long Cangyue, wrapped in a black robe, came closer and coldly asked: "Why are you here?"
Feng Feiyun looked at her and felt that she was very similar to Ji Lingxuan, as if they were cast from the same mold. He smiled and said: "Just to take a look."
"Have you seen enough?" Long Cangyue glared at Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun nodded in response: "I think so."
Having said that, Feng Feiyun directly left the underground dragon vein.
Long Cangyue's eyes became serious. She gently propped up her chin while staring at Feng Feiyun's departing figure. She felt that Feng Feiyun was acting a bit strange today.
Feng Feiyun initially wanted to tell her about Ji Lingxuan's death, but after seeing her, he felt that Ji Lingxuan didn't die at all. They were so similar, so Feng Feiyun didn't say it out loud and left once more.
"I'm used to seeing life and death, so why am I still feeling a little sad?
Could it be that I inherited a human body along with the weakness of humanity? "
Feng Feiyun stood on the street and stared at the sky. He suddenly smiled: "I'll follow my heart."
The night passed quickly. Dawn came and the sun rose, driving away the cold.
A new day would bring new challenges.
"Feng Feiyun, where did you go last night? Someone's been looking for you like crazy."
Ningshuai was no longer wearing the helmet. Since even Feng Feiyun had been exposed, there was no need for him to continue hiding.
Feng Feiyun asked: "Who's in such a hurry to see me?"
"A great beauty." Ningshuai replied.
"There aren't many beauties in this world who dare to take the initiative to find me." Feng Feiyun smiled: "She must be quite bold to come looking for me."
"I don't know if she's bold or not, but you'll definitely get a headache when you see her."
Feng Feiyun said: "Could it be …"
"Long Qingyang.
I didn't bring him here, he forced me. "Ningshuai smiled apologetically at Feng Feiyun, then quickly slipped away.
A purple-robed "beauty" with long hair and pearly white teeth walked over with a smile: "Your Excellency, I trust you've been well since we last met?"
"Eh … I'm going to participate in the groom selection today. Young Noble Long, farewell."
Feng Feiyun was indeed feeling a headache. He wanted to slip away, but a fragrant wind assaulted his nose. A petite figure was already standing in front of him with a bitter expression: "Your Excellency, you're so heartless. Am I really that scary?"
The muscles on Feng Feiyun's face tightened as he smiled: "Of course not."
Long Qingyang's eyes were like two deep springs. His towering chest was clearly covered in several layers of satin and white undergarments. Add to that the snow-white skin at the base of his neck, an ordinary man wouldn't be able to resist. He said: "I also want to participate in the groom selection. If the Divine King doesn't mind, would it be possible for you to accompany me for a bit?"
"Well … of course not."
Feng Feiyun smiled and ordered for a giant carriage to be brought over to the imperial city.
The carriage was so big that it wouldn't feel crowded even if ten people sat inside.
Although Feng Feiyun didn't like Long Qingyang, he wasn't afraid of the man's allure. He calmly sat next to him and absorbed the spiritual energy within a spirit stone. He closed his eyes to meditate. Today's battle was no small matter, so he had to be in peak condition.
There was a bronze table in the carriage with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. There was a blue incense burner with a musk stone burning inside, giving off a faint fragrance.
Long Qingyang sat next to the bronze table. His long, black hair looked like it had been washed in milk. His jade-like fingers were like spring onions as he held a purple clay teapot. He took out a flint and placed it under the teapot, causing the water in the teapot to boil.
His every movement was elegant and gentle. His slender fingers, his sparkling red lips, his serious eyes, and his movements of brewing tea were like moving clouds and flowing water. It made people exclaim in admiration at his tea making skills. He was indeed as beautiful as he was.
"People say that you are the number one genius of the Jin Dynasty. No one can compare to you in terms of talent and strategy." Long Qingyang took out a purple cloth and gently wiped the teacup in his hand.
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes and smiled: "Young Noble Long's charisma is unparalleled. I heard you've only been here for a few days and seven overlords and two young kings have already prostrated before you."
Feng Feiyun was only saying it in a roundabout way. To put it more bluntly, all of them had slept with Long Qingyang before.
Long Qingyang glared at Feng Feiyun and softly said: "I'm not that strong, it's just those bad guys making things up."
His voice was pleasant and gentle. Those who didn't know him would think that he was a supreme beauty.
In fact, outside of his body, he was better than a woman in every other aspect. Perhaps he thought of himself as a woman too.
"Young Noble Long, why are you looking for me?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"Have a cup of tea first."
Long Qingyang sat on the ground with his white fox fur coat. His dress was disheveled, revealing his long and slender legs. He held a teacup in front of Feng Feiyun and gently stared at Feng Feiyun with his big round eyes. His pure face was resting on Feng Feiyun's knees.
Feng Feiyun didn't move. He took the teacup from Long Qingyang and took a sip, savoring the taste in his mouth. "This is the most ordinary flower tea, but it's bitter but not astringent. It's slightly sweet. How skilled did you have to be to make it taste like this?"
Long Qingyang smiled shyly and snatched the teacup from Feng Feiyun's hands. He then picked up another teacup and smiled expectantly. "Try this one."
Feng Feiyun took the teacup and downed it in one gulp.
Long Qingyang pouted and said bitterly, "You just have to deal with me."
"Young Noble Long, what are you trying to do?" Feng Feiyun didn't find it interesting to see a man acting coquettishly in front of him.
"Don't call me Young Noble Long, call me Miss Long." Long Qingyang looked at Feng Feiyun pitifully.
"…" Feng Feiyun was speechless.
"Alright, alright, I knew that you still don't like me."
Long Qingyang stood up and sat opposite Feng Feiyun. He smiled charmingly and said, "I want to make a deal with you, Divine King."
Finally, he got to the point!
"What deal?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"A deal to steal the country.
You might not know this, but the Jin Emperor is no longer in the capital. However, he left behind an edict stating who is to ascend the throne. "
Feng Feiyun smiled calmly. "How do you know about this secret?"
"I have my ways."
Long Qingyang leaned towards Feng Feiyun and whispered in Feng Feiyun's ear, "Do you want to know who has this edict?"