My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 530 - 349 Su Qingdai

Chapter 530: Chapter 349 Su Qingdai

Night had completely fallen.

In the endless black mountains, there shone a light like a speck of star.

At a certain moment, right above ’this speck of star,’ several dots of fireworks suddenly appeared.

If one looked closely, these grains of fireworks were surprisingly multi-colored.

At this moment, Xingzi Town, nestled among the mountains, and the adjacent Xingzi Lake had reached their most bustling time.

Not long ago, the brilliant fireworks used by Xingzi Town for telling time briefly lit up the dark sky above the town, also signaling that the fourth quarter of the hour of Xu had arrived.

However, the glow of the fireworks in the sky, compared to the bright lights of Xingzi Town below, seemed somewhat pale in comparison.

If it weren’t for the sound of fireworks, probably those cultivators from all over Nanxing County, who lingered in the bustling markets, wouldn’t realize how quickly time had passed.

The night market’s thousand lamps light up the azure clouds, as guests with red sleeves fill the tall buildings.

The ten-mile-long street by the water was the busiest place, and the neighboring Xingzi Lake was no less exceptional.

What’s particularly interesting is that, aside from boating, there is another simple and unpretentious way to enter the lake.

That is, to walk on foot.

Just like Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian’er, and Li Bai were doing at this very moment.

The three of them walked leisurely across the lake surface, reflecting the starry sky above. With every step they took, there was nothing but air beneath them and the rippling lake water below, yet it seemed as if some invisible object was supporting them.

Like a smooth Great Dao.

Currently, they were the only three walking on it.

Behind them, not far from the shore, there were many passers-by and guests waiting for boats, all looking in their direction.

Next to these onlookers stood an ancient, dark stele.

On the lake, the guests who came out for air by the railings of many pavilions were also attracted by the three figures walking on the lake, becoming quite the center of attention.

On the shore, some cultivators gathered around the stele, now and then glancing at the receding figures of Zhao Rong and the others, now and then examining the strange star chart carved on the stele, either reflecting or nodding in amazement.

Flying and controlling artifacts were forbidden on Xingzi Lake, just like in Xingzi Town.

This is the basic rule of cultivator cities, just like most mountain markets, unless it’s a special cultivator city or immortal market, either with special rules or located in a unique terrain.

Zhao Rong had heard of such places in other continents.

Moreover, these special cultivator cities were related to the historical changes in the Cultivation World that happened over tens of thousands of years as the Xuanhuang Human Clan built one cultivator city after another.

At least for now, in Wangque Continent, the largest cultivator city, Du You City, was a no-fly zone, let alone Xingzi Town of the Great Li Dynasty’s Nanxing County.

However, on Xingzi Lake, known as ’the place of fireworks,’ aside from the path of taking boats to each festively lit pavilion.

There was another path, only walkable at night, which led to many pavilions.

This transparent path on the lake was, however, rarely stepped on by anyone.

Even though the method was written on an ancient stone stele by the lake.

Because unless one had profound knowledge of the star constellations, they couldn’t decipher the star chart that may have been casually left by an immortal.

And then, following the instructions of the star chart, they needed to step on certain positions on the lake’s surface where the corresponding stars were reflected, walking on this ’shortcut’ that changed nightly according to the minor fluctuations of the celestial bodies.

This was also possible only on clear nights when clouds didn’t cover the stars, and the whole sky of stars ’fell’ into the water.

With so many conditions combined, it was quite strict.

Most cultivators attempted to decipher the star chart on the stele but returned unsuccessful, resorting to humbly taking the usual route by boat, thus abandoning any vain hopes of catching others’ attention.

Therefore, ordinarily on Xingzi Lake, about every two or three days, this strange ancient path lying on the water filled with reflections of stars would welcome a few figures.

Which in turn would lead to exclamations of amazement from those on the shore.

But tonight...

The many bystanders who had just watched Zhao Rong and the other two figures disappear on the lake’s surface, together with several cultivators who had tried and failed to decipher the ancient stele and were about to disperse and leave, suddenly halted.

Whoosh————!

Out of nowhere, a substantial commotion erupted in the air.

"Make way, do not obstruct."

A woman’s stern voice chastised.

The already crowded crowd involuntarily parted, forming a spacious path.

Soon after, a flurry of hurried footsteps followed.

A group of imposing individuals approached head-on.

The one in the lead was a very young woman dressed in a black pleated multi-tiered skirt with fluttering ribbons.

The young woman was delicate and beautiful.

As for how to describe her... if it were in some sort of novel Zhao Rong had read, the overused word ’enchanting’ would certainly apply.

The woman’s black attire, combined with her long flowing black hair, created an imposing aura, prompting the surrounding onlookers to retreat like waves.

Her face, slender neck, and the skin of her ’Jade Hand’ were milky white.

This stark contrast of black and white was exceedingly conspicuous on the streets at that moment.

The ’enchanting’ woman walked straight ahead, her back rigid, without casting a glance at any of the passersby.

Her delicate hands were held in front of her lower abdomen, and despite the hurried pace, she maintained an elegant rhythm.

Following the woman was a group of attendants.

The one closest to her was a red-clothed maid with a pleasant face, closely following on her right side.

However, the red-clothed maid had an arrogant expression, and her tone was quite domineering as she coldly said, "Clear the way ahead, quickly disperse."

Without a doubt, that scolding voice just now was hers, while the woman in the black dress and black hair hadn’t uttered a word from beginning to end, her pretty face expressionless, slightly cold, with her gaze fixed on the center of the lake.

The two women strode towards the ancient stele by the lakeside, with a large group of green-clad servants closely following behind them.

The crowd gathered by the lake heard the scolding, and many of the cultivators frowned. Some were about to step forward when hesitant whispers from among the crowd reached their ears.

"Eh, isn’t that Fairy Su? What brings her to Xingzi Town..."

"Hey, don’t go, that’s Su Qingdai..."

"Su Qingdai? No wonder she’s so stunning..."

Thus, the bold among them silently lowered the foot they had raised, acting as if nothing had happened.

The woman known as Fairy Su, the ’enchanting’ one in black dress and hair, arrived in front of the stele. She still fixated her eyes on the largest boat in the lake’s center, without even glancing at the inscriptions on the stele, and continued her stride directly towards the lake.

Her red-clothed maid and the retinue of green-garbed attendants behind her hesitated not a moment, following her unceasingly.

Yet, at a certain moment, Su Qingdai subtly shifted her direction, and on a particular spot along the shore, she took a step forward with her slender right leg hidden beneath her skirt.

The very next second, she set her foot on what seemed to be a solid pathway hanging in the air.

Afterward, the expression of her face, as if it were made of a thousand years of frost, finally changed as her eyes glanced repeatedly at the stars in the sky.

With each step she took, she followed an invisible, strange set of rules, occasionally shifting left and right.

Her attendants followed suit, treading upon the ancient path across Xingzi Lake, their steps hastened.

Before long, this anxious party too disappeared on the lake’s surface.

On the shore, beside the ancient stele, the spectacle of the star path through the lake being traversed by two groups of people in a single day left the watching cultivators exchanging bewildered looks.

And at this very moment, somewhere near the center of the lake.

Three figures were leisurely strolling...