Chapter 464 — Do Not Forget This Yearning
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Before long they were ready and gathered together.
The adepts of Thunder Mountain City looked upon their chieftain and saw her more radiant than ever before, her lovely face glowing like jewels, utterly enchanting. "Elder Sister, where are we going? " a girl asked.
Mu Yingxue leaped up; a green vine came winding through the air to settle beneath her feet and bear her aloft.
Her voice brimmed with charm, and laughter threaded through it: "Why, to catch up with your brother-in-law, of course—to stuff this pouch of yearning red beans into his hand, and bid him keep it well, and bid him never in all his life forget this yearning, never forget me, Mu Yingxue—" "That's right!
" The other girls clamored with laughter: "Let's set off at once! Such a fine brother-in-law must not be snatched away by some other little hussy!
Take back the brother-in-law!
" "Take back the brother-in-law—" Shen Mu returned by the way he had come, making a trip to the Liu family's Divine Burial Valley.
Coffin after coffin of dark wood departed the Liu family with him; the coffins had grown legs and feet, and followed in mighty procession at his back.
In the sky, more black coffins drifted along in a line, massing into a dark cloud. Amid that cloud, chains bound a golden coffin, tall and vast, exceedingly conspicuous.
Numerous black coffins escorted this divine coffin as it floated on its way, and Shen Mu was much puzzled why Liu Ruyin insisted on bringing this perilous golden coffin; but when he heard that it was her daughter's idea, he asked no more.
That little girl, Liu Zhenqing, was a clever, freakish, sinister, cunning creature; if she wanted to bring the golden coffin, she surely had her reasons, and he need not inquire. He was leading the Liu family's great host toward the Sword River Valley, preparing to join forces with He Yiyi and the others, when suddenly a clear, ringing voice came from behind: "Little man, wait for me—" Shen Mu turned to look, and could not help but stare. The adepts of Thunder Mountain City were pressing this way in a great clamorous throng, riding every kind of venomous beast and insect—spiders, centipedes, toads, great serpents, venomous birds, venomous beasts, venomous bees—filling sky and earth alike.
Venomous plants of every kind had been roused by these adepts as well: venomous tree-men strode on with great strides, vines were slender and lithe, flower-maidens transformed from venomous blossoms flew on beating wings, and venomous fish had grown legs and feet, racing along swift as the wind. At their head was Mu Yingxue.
Radiant with spirit, the girl came charging through the path the coffin host opened for her, and without a word vaulted onto the dragon qilin's head, stuffed the mandarin-duck-embroidered sachet into his hand, then seized his face and planted a heavy kiss upon it. Shen Mu was at a loss what to do, but the girl looked utterly pleased with herself and announced loudly: "I want you to keep this yearning sachet your whole life and never cast it away, and never in your life forget me—can you do it?
" A great ardor filled Shen Mu's breast, and he answered loudly: "I can! " Mu Yingxue turned and waved to the sisters of Thunder Mountain City, crying loudly: "He says he can! Sisters, aunts, grandmothers—let us go smash the True Heaven Palace and remake heaven and earth!
" Cheers rolled out from behind. Beside the dragon qilin, the lid of a small black coffin flipped over with a flap, and the little girl Liu Zhenqing sat upon the coffin board in black, arms crossed over her chest, pouting in thorough displeasure. "Little hussy," Liu Zhenqing said, with a glance at Mu Yingxue, muttering.