Chapter 534: Chapter 524: Extreme Wisdom Must Hurt

The branches between the window lattices swayed lightly, and the three layers of Xiang-colored soft curtains hanging in front of the couch floated up in gentle folds.

The soft breeze lifted the delicate drapes, brushing against the body with an endlessly tender yet terrifyingly heavy force hidden within. The gossamer curtains draped over Baili An’s chest with an unimaginable resistance, as if the weight of oceans bore down on him, preventing him from moving even half a step closer.

Forced to retreat seven or eight steps back, Qingshui, a female courtier, immediately stepped forward two paces, her bare hand supporting him from behind.

She sighed lightly and said, “Master Si Chen, in the presence of Her Majesty, please try not to lose your composure.”

One must not gaze lightly upon the countenance of the divine.

Baili An felt as though he had been drenched by cold water, his entire being instantly cooling down.

He looked at the multiple layers of curtains embroidered with mountains and rivers in ink painting, dancing with the wind, eerily silent.

This made him instantly understand that even though he shared a room with the God of Kunlun beneath those curtains, they existed in two separate worlds.

She was an ancient deity of a different order, who could easily kill him with barely a glance.

At that moment, he couldn’t even measure the gap between their powers with his own understanding.

It was a vast chasm that couldn’t be bridged by numbers, time, or realm.

Moreover, the woman beneath the curtain had not even lifted her head to place her gaze upon him.

Yet, when Baili An stood before her, he truly felt as if every secret hidden within his body were laid bare, utterly exposed.

Including the current dead body he inhabited, his cold flesh, the identity of a corpse demon with a thirst for blood.

Baili An’s expression slowly relaxed, but in his heart, he truly understood danger was within arm’s reach, and what was more terrifying was that he could do nothing now.

If the God of Kunlun under the curtain harbored the slightest intention of killing, all he could do was quietly await his death.

Such disordered and distressed emotions, he clearly understood this was because he was powerless over his own fate.

Qingshui, the female officer, looked at the young man who had calmed down with a touch of surprise in her eyes. The previous uncontrollable agitation seemed but an illusion.

But she knew that his transition from trembling to cold serenity was not due to being comforted.

Because the young lady on the bed had not spoken a word.

Suddenly, the wild branches between the window lattices grew still, and the Ziwei Pavilion fell into deep silence.

Even the sounds of insects and birds in the courtyard and long corridors he had passed through had vanished.

This was not a miracle, for the divine presence was here, now.

After a long period of silence, Baili An finally spoke, bowing towards her, “Si Chen of Kongcang Mountain, greets Your Majesty.”

In response, a hand emerged from beneath the Xiang-colored curtain.

The hand was elegant like an orchid, slender, and beautiful, with arcs from palm to fingertips nearing perfection, beyond reproach.

As she bent her delicate hand, slender fingers lifted slightly, and Baili An’s palm suddenly felt a burning and immense pain. He looked at his palm to see the Emperor Immortal Jade, which had merged into his bones and blood within the Bronze Gate, now re-emerging and becoming detached.

A half piece of the broken jade floated up from his palm, swiftly flying into the layers of the curtain.

Baili An watched as the jade was firmly grasped in Her Majesty’s hand and slowly narrowed his eyes.

With a hand holding the jade, Cang Nanyi languidly propped up her body, her ink-green hair spreading like smoke from her cyan clothes, her half-lowered gaze carrying an indolence and nobility that were impossible to dispel.

She played with the cold jade in her hand, giving a quick sidelong glance with her narrow and charming eyes to the young lady on the bed, “So everything that woman said was true.”

After several days of slumber, Fang Geyu’s carved jade-like face seemed much thinner, and her complexion was extremely pale.

She had lost a noticeable amount of weight, and the delicate skin around her slender, fragile neck revealed strands of ominous black and red patterns that sent shivers down one’s spine.

But in her eyes, it seemed as if they held a light, having faced a brush with death without dimming.

She leaned against the soft pillows, her beautiful hair unfixed and casually draped over the snowy pillow.

Fang Geyu was playing with a small, dark box, inside of which was a grayish-black spider, leisurely wandering on the smooth bottom of the box.

Fang Geyu idly teased the little spider, but it showed no spirit to spit out a thread for her to see.

Somewhat listless, she closed the lid of the box. She looked at Her Majesty and earnestly said, “If it were a lie, why would Your Majesty allow her to move freely within Xianling City?”

Cang Nanyi raised her eyebrows, neither affirming nor denying. She placed the half-piece of green Emperor Immortal Jade on Fang Geyu’s chest, a gentle Divine Intent flowing into the jade. Using the jade as a medium, the Divine Intent infused into the young lady’s body.

Subsequently, the strange black and red patterns on her neck slowly melted away, purified.

After this was done, the character for “heaven” inscribed on the green jade gradually lost its luster.

Cang Nanyi withdrew her hand, her brows like dark ink sinking slightly, her lips curling up, yet her voice was devoid of any emotion, “The legendary Emperor Immortal Jade of the color green is indeed extraordinary.”

On the day she became a deity, she too had possessed such a piece of Emperor Immortal Jade, but later, she had crushed it with her own hands.

This, even Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan, was not aware of.

Listening to their conversation, Qingshui’s expression subtly changed, and she lowered her head further to hide her shock.

Fang Geyu’s voice echoed in the room, but Baili An didn’t impulsively move forward. He stood quietly in the distance, contemplative and silent, listening to their conversation.