vstars Chapter 283 Dragon Girl
Chapter 283 Dragon Girl
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Wang Xiaoyue was completely dumbfounded and stunned.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts, a chaotic mess.
There are many things that cannot be thought about in detail; upon careful reflection, they all seem to have flaws.
Seeing that she couldn't speak, Yang Silang waved his hand.
"Xiaoyue, it's only natural that you're feeling disoriented after such a sudden change in your family situation."
"I'll grant you one request first: if you're willing, you can stay with me."
"We'll treat you better in the future, just as we treated you before."
"Leaving aside the matter of being a nominal disciple before, you are now a formal disciple of Hongying."
"We will also use our connections to change your name and household registration, and from then on, there will be no more King Xiaoyue of Yan."
"Go downstairs first and think it over carefully."
"If you want to leave to seek revenge on that enemy, all I know is that his surname is Jin, and he used to call your master Li Hongen his godfather."
"Probably in his forties or fifties, fair-skinned and of medium build."
A look of resentment flashed in Wang Xiaoyue's eyes.
"I know him; he's a regular at the master's mansion."
"He is the most capable of all the master's adopted sons, and his name is Jin Zhongyi."
Yang Silang was speechless.
It's quite ironic that such a fickle and wicked person is named Chongyi (meaning "loyalty").
"Xiaoyue, you came here incognito, and it involves the grudges and feuds between the old and new dynasties."
"It's not a simple personal grudge," Hu Jiaoniang said solemnly, "which is why we didn't take action yesterday."
"If you can understand, then stay."
"If you still don't understand, there were several valuable gifts that Master Gong sent over when he was alive. If you converted them into silver, it would be enough to ensure you have no worries for the rest of your life."
"We can give you the silver; you can go wherever you want."
"Your background may not be simple. Li Hongen painstakingly set up so many schemes, only to end up walking into them and seeking death."
"He went to great lengths to protect your safety."
"How you choose to walk the road ahead is entirely up to you."
Wang Xiaoyue was a little confused.
Before she contacted Hu Jiaoniang again, Hu Jiaoniang asked her if she was a member of the imperial family, and her heart pounded.
Could it be that Master Li and the others died to cover up their identities?
She thought for a moment, then stood up and knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowing.
"Replying to the Master and Madam."
"Now that Xiaoyue thinks about it, I've never met my grandfather, or even my parents. Everything was said by Master Li."
"As far back as I can remember, I was raised by Master Li in his outer residence."
"Master Li doted on me. To me, he was like family, even more so than my grandfather."
"I don't know my own background or origins."
"But a few days ago, Mr. Li suddenly told me that things are unpredictable and that if they were no longer around, I should live well."
"Xiaoyue is all alone now, please take me in, Master and Madam."
"I will never seek trouble for myself. If I ever master martial arts, I will only seek revenge on Jin Zhongyi for the death of Master Li."
"It will absolutely not cause any trouble for the sect."
She thought for a moment, then took off two single fish earrings from her ears and handed them over.
The pair of earrings, one blue and one white, are made of ordinary jade and carved into fish shapes, which together form a hollow circle.
"A few days ago, Mr. Li called me aside and gave me a pair of earrings, telling me to cherish them."
"Please, my clerk and my wife, help me see if there's any hidden meaning in this."
Yang Silang looked at Wang Xiaoyue with admiration.
Regardless of her true identity, her character alone is remarkable.
First, establish your proper status, ask the Yang family for shelter, and know when to advance and retreat.
He further declared that if he sought revenge, he would only seek out Kim Chong-yi and would rely on his own martial arts skills, without causing any trouble for the Yang family.
This means not blaming others, relying only on oneself, and understanding the importance of moderation in seeking revenge, without losing one's mind to confront the Wu Kingdom's court.
In addition, she quickly found clues that Master Li might have left for her, and without hesitation, she decisively offered up the earrings, making a full show of her allegiance.
This young girl is very clever. She knows that if she wants to seek refuge, she has to show her full sincerity, and she didn't try to hide anything.
Hu Jiaoniang took the pair of earrings, picked one up and examined it from all angles, but there was nothing mysterious about it.
Even when combined and mana is applied, there is no effect.
Yang Silang's heart stirred, and he called Wang Xiaoyue forward.
"Bite your finger and let two drops of blood drip onto it."
Wang Xiaoyue obeyed and stepped forward, biting her fingertip and letting a few drops of blood drip onto it.
Fresh blood dripped onto the hollow Pisces ring.
In an instant.
A faint light appeared on the ring and quickly circled it several times.
Once the blood was completely absorbed by the ring, it had become a complete silver ring.
A milky white light shone from it, and a milky white circular portal appeared in the room.
Hu Jiaoniang clapped her hands and praised.
"Excellent tactic!"
"What a cunning scheme."
At first glance, they look like ordinary objects, and when put together, they don't seem unusual.
"It turns out that only Xiaoyue's blood can activate this."
"Xiaoyue, these aren't earrings. Your Master Li left you a secret place!"
"These earrings are made of rare space stones and have been designed with many illusions. They even fooled me."
"To achieve this, it would require the combined efforts of several True Persons skilled in array formations, illusion techniques, and space creation, as well as a large amount of rare and precious materials."
"Xiaoyue, even though your Master Li is a Martial Saint in the palace, I'm afraid he can't mobilize so many resources."
Wang Xiaoyue blinked.
She understood.
Even if Master Li didn't have the resources to make this silver ring, he still produced it.
Even if Master Li didn't have the resources to make this silver ring, he still produced it.
Therefore, the only person who orchestrated this was probably the last emperor of Yan, who had already committed suicide by throwing himself into the fire.
The last emperor of Yan reigned for thirty years, inheriting the mess that was the Great Yan from his father.
At that time, the Great Yan was already in turmoil.
He also worked hard to reform the country and hoped to reshape the world.
However, the more they fussed over this dilapidated old house in Dayan, the faster it fell apart.
He was known for his diligence in government, abstinence from women, and dislike of extravagance. Even his imperial robes were patched, and he plundered gold and silver from the palace just to train his troops.
However, the Great Yan Dynasty collapsed even faster. In just thirty years, it was filled with rebellious kings, and the country was seized by others.
Someone from Shunguo once commented on the last emperor of Yan.
His governance was moderate, but he was impatient and irritable. He was always eager for quick results but failed to achieve them. He often pressured the generals at the front lines, which only made it easier for them to suffer a major defeat.
If born in peaceful times, he would be a capable ruler who maintains the status quo; however, in times of decline, he would lack the ability to turn the tide.
In the end, he threw himself into the fire, which can be considered as preserving the last bit of dignity for the Great Yan Dynasty.
Hu Jiaoniang clapped her hands.
"Let's go... let's go inside and take a look..."
"Xiaoyue, perhaps the mystery of your origins can be solved inside."
Yang Silang summoned She Nu to guard the gate.
He called Daqing and they went into the gate together.
Wang Xiaoyue froze for a moment, then gritted her teeth and followed, her heart pounding.
A shimmering light and shadow.
The world has changed for everyone.
The sky here was not very high, and a golden orb hung in the air, radiating light.
The ground was covered with lush vegetation, and in the distance, one could see a flowing river and towering mountains.
Just a few miles away, you can still vaguely see a cluster of pavilions and courtyards.
The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy.
Everyone perked up upon hearing the smell.
Hu Jiaoniang commented that its spiritual energy was no less than that of the blessed lands of the Shun Kingdom's royal family, and could be considered top-tier.
It's important to know that there are several types of alternate dimensions.
Ruins are merely fragments of space, either small in size, lacking in the Dao, or producing little, like chicken ribs, with extremely low utilization value.
A secret realm is defined by one of the following: a large enough area suitable for human habitation, the presence of precious Dao principles, or abundant resources.
A grotto-heaven, possessing all three of the above, is commonly referred to as a great secret realm.
For example, the Buzhou Great Secret Realm Stone that Jin Zhongyi found in Li Hongen's remains is of this level, as it is one of the nine great secret realms of Yan Kingdom.
Along with the grotto heaven, there is also the blessed land.
So-called blessed lands may be small and produce less, but they are rich in spiritual energy, making them particularly suitable for cultivation and of great benefit to martial artists and Taoist practitioners.
In some ways, blessed lands are even rarer than grotto heavens, but for imperial dynasties and aristocratic families, improving their overall strength is obviously more worthwhile by entering the Great Secret Realm.
The two have different focuses, but both are rooted in royal families.
Yang Silang and Zhou Mingxuan once entered the Seven-Colored Cave Heaven, also known as the Seven-Colored Great Secret Realm of Shun Kingdom, through the royal family's permission.
That great secret realm spans a thousand miles and produces abundant resources, but it doesn't have such rich and abundant spiritual energy; it's just better than the outside world.
Blessed places are rare and hard to come by.
There might be two or three such families among the great clans, and more among the royal family, but they are not exactly commonplace.
Kim Jong-eui and his companions were ordered to search for the secret realm of Yanwai, but no mention was made of the blessed land.
Yang Silang guessed that this blessed land might be a secret of the Yan royal family, and might not even be on the list of blessed lands.
Wang Xiaoyue's identity is almost obvious.
Yang Silang slapped Da Qing's head.
"Let's go take a look."
Daqing shook its head and wagged its tail, its body radiating demonic energy, and in an instant, its size increased several times over.
It was as large as an elephant, about ten feet tall, with legs like roof beams.
Yang Silang sat cross-legged on its neck.
Hu Jiaoniang sat cross-legged behind him.
Fu Hongying then sat down, half-embracing Wang Xiaoyue in her arms.
"Please sit tight, sir/madam, I'm taking off..."
Daqing snorted, his voice becoming muffled and hoarse after his voice changed.
Its four hooves flashed with purple light, and a pale purple demonic cloud carried it into the air, flying towards the pavilion.
It was only a few miles, and we arrived in no time.
Looking down from the air, this pavilion covers a vast area, roughly the size of two or three palaces.
It is a five-courtyard complex, with the main gate consisting of five bays and seven frames, covered with black cylindrical tiles, and featuring a floral and animal-shaped roof ridge, colorful beams, and brackets.
The exterior walls are made of blue bricks, while the interior walls and corridors are predominantly painted in shades of red and green.
From the front, the green-painted gate is adorned with copper rings, giving it a very grand appearance.
At this moment, the entire courtyard was shrouded in an array.
Hu Jiaoniang muttered to herself.
"It is neither the yellow glazed tile used by the emperor, nor the green glazed tile used by a prince."
"The walls inside aren't bright red or blue."
"This looks like a princess's residence."