Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 649 - 649 668 Xue Fengge

649: Chapter 668 Xue Fengge 649: Chapter 668 Xue Fengge “There’s no particular reason, if you’re willing, then follow me, but if you’re not, I won’t make things difficult for you, I definitely won’t kill you, you may leave on your own.”

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and leisurely walked towards the distant heaven and earth, which made Nezha’s expression fluctuate uncertainly.

However, when he saw Ye Xuan’s disappearing figure, his eyes revealed a fierce decisiveness, and without any further hesitation, he pursued Ye Xuan.

When someone is driven into a corner with no way out, upon seeing the last glimmer of hope, they would naturally cling to it without letting go.

The persecution by the Chan Sect, abandoned by the Goddess Nuwa, the whole world turning its back on Nezha had driven him to extreme despair, yet the appearance of Ye Xuan gave him hope once more.

When one regains hope, they will reignite their fighting spirit, and at this moment, that was exactly how Nezha felt, and he was precisely the kind of person Ye Xuan needed.

Perhaps some might ask, why would Ye Xuan go to the lengths of winning over someone as insignificant as Nezha?

In fact, Ye Xuan was cultivating the foundation of the Heavenly Court, and even more so, he was laying the groundwork for himself.

Indeed, there are many Daluo Golden Immortals in the Heavenly Court, but most were only at the first watershed of Daluo.

Those at the second watershed were few and far between, and as for the third, there was only the Peng Demon.

After all, Kong Xuan was a person of Lingshan and had not formally joined the Heavenly Court.

The Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden was also only at the seventh layer of Daluo Heaven and, looking at the overall combat power of the Heavenly Court, it still wasn’t sufficient to suppress the Three Realms.

What Ye Xuan valued was not Nezha’s cultivation, but his potential.

Yes, potential.

Nezha, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, his natural talent and comprehension were considered top-notch, able to grasp any Daoist magical powers with ease.

Otherwise, the Chan Sect would not have invested heavily in him.

But in Ye Xuan’s view, the Chan Sect’s way of cultivating disciples was too formulaic, and the Taiyi True Lord was only at the first watershed of Daluo.

How could such a person cultivate good disciples?

In contrast, Ye Xuan was different.

He possessed the Nine Revolutions Daluo Golden Pill and had the entire Immortal Peach Orchard at his disposal, and the Heavenly Court had access to all sorts of Immortal Laws and divine powers across the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

If Ye Xuan were to vigorously cultivate Nezha, he was supremely confident that in less than thirty thousand years, he could definitely elevate Nezha to the second watershed of Daluo, and stepping into being a Quasi-Saint in the future was not an impossibility.

In this world, there is no such thing as fairness.

Everyone is not born on the same starting line.

Nezha’s cultivation talents have always been thousands of times stronger than those of ordinary people, and this was what Ye Xuan valued in him.

Ye Xuan’s ambition was vast; he wanted to rebuild the Ancient Heavenly Court, to completely control the Three Realms, to sit on par with Saints and even surpass the Saints to become the true ruler of the Three Realms.

However, one must eat bite by bite, and walk step by step.

Now was merely the beginning because as Ye Xuan took a half-step towards Quasi-Saint, he had already glimpsed the path ahead and could feel the pressure the six Great Saints of heaven and earth placed upon him.

…

Birdsong and fragrant flowers, grassy scents assailed the senses.

In a shrine, incense smoke curled upwards, and a stunning green-clad young girl was praying and kneeling on a prayer mat continuously bowing to the statue of Goddess Nuwa.

“Goddess Nuwa above, Fengge offers her respects.”

The maiden’s features were picturesque, her presence exuding a transcendent quality like a sprite living among mortals, at a mere glance, all worries seemed to fade away like smoke.

“First, I pray to Lady Nuwa to bless the Demon Race; second, I pray for Lady Nuwa’s well-being; third, I pray for peace in the Three Realms, untouched by slaughter,” the girl in green bowed her head devoutly, her exquisite face tinged with pity.

“Fengge, come out and play.”

Suddenly, a burst of giggling sounded from outside the temple.

Several Qingqiu maidens were calling out to Xue Fengge, yet they did not dare to raise their voices in loud clamor outside the Nuwa Temple, evidently holding it in deep reverence.

“Please wait a moment, sisters.

I will come after I have wiped the divine statue clean,” Xue Fengge replied with a polite smile.

She rose from her cushion, a white cloth appearing in her hand, with which she started to wipe the statue of Nuwa meticulously and solemnly.

A full hour passed before she finished cleaning the statue of Nuwa.

“Lady Nuwa in the high heavens, Fengge takes her leave.”

Xue Fengge bowed gracefully and slowly backed out of the Nuwa Temple, gently closing the doors behind her, thus marking the end of today’s incense burning and prayer.

If Ye Xuan were here, he would definitely recognize that Xue Fengge was the same Xue Ji who had been sent to the Qingqiu Fox Clan, but her appearance now was vastly different from before, having become incomparably beautiful.

Such beauty was not merely from her appearance but also her aura, an ethereal and illusory quality, along with an untouchable and holy demeanor.

These two qualities combined to make Xue Ji as comparable to the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden of yore, placing her among the ranks of goddesses of the Three Realms.

Inside the Nuwa Temple!

A trace of Holy Light faintly blossomed upon the statue of Nuwa.

As the void slightly congealed, Nuwa’s statue’s eyes miraculously began to open, as if she were coming to life.

“My Lady, since the day this child Fengge was born, she has already endured fifteen thousand eight hundred years.

From the time she started to learn to speak, she would bow before You in the temple every day.

She would burn incense and pray, cleaning Your golden statue after the morning lesson.

Fifteen thousand eight hundred years have passed, and she has never slackened for a single day,” an old crone materialized within the temple, kneeling before the statue of Nuwa on a cushion.

“The ways of the Heavenly Dao are unfathomable, a great calamity is on the horizon.

This child is fated with me; she may take the place of Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden as my closed-door disciple.

However, I still wish to observe her, to see if this child can be the one foreordained by my Nuwa Palace to face the trial,” spoke the statue of Nuwa calmly, but upon closer listening, one could perceive a hint of emotion in her voice.

On this day, the Qingqiu Fox Clan saw heavenly rain and earth sprung Golden Lotuses, with celestial music rumbling forth.

A pillar of Holy Light descended from the sky, and with it, a Saint’s Decree landed upon the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

Nuwa’s Decree, the Saint’s grace.

The Qingqiu Fox Clan trembled and kneeled devoutly, Xue Fengge holding the Nuwa Decree, walked with reverence into the beam of light connecting heaven, and as the Holy Light gently rose, she set off towards the Nuwa Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, under the gazes of her hopeful and excited kin.

Thrice kneeling and nine times bowing, she embarked upon the path to ascension.

In the midst of the Holy Light, Xue Fengge’s face shone with devotion.

Clad in white, unmatched in purity, she took three steps before kneeling and bowing her head thrice, her arduous journey unimaginable to outsiders.

With every three steps and three bows, along the long path to heaven, Xue Fengge seemed to transform into Lady Nuwa’s most devout follower.

Yet, no one knew that a flicker of trembling emotion briefly crossed her innocent eyes.

She had done it; she truly had accomplished it.

A full fifteen thousand eight hundred years; fifteen thousand eight hundred long years!

No one knew the torments she had endured across those fifteen thousand eight hundred years, the same routine day after day, year after year, nearly driving her mad.