Chapter 938 — Tearing Apart the Heavenly Court
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The light from Shen Mu's brow burst forth, and a coffin appeared at Yun Chuxiu's feet. Yun Chuxiu gave a cry of alarm and hastily retreated two steps.
Shen Mu flicked his sleeve. The coffin opened with a bang, and divine light swirled within.
Yun Chuxiu's heart lurched. She saw the corpse within the coffin.
Shen Mu strode toward the coffin and said in a low voice, "If Heavenly Venerable You cannot hold them off, then I will perform the Soul-Guiding Pull, summon the soul of this corpse's owner, reshape her spirit and soul, and bring her back to life!"
Yun Chuxiu shot him a glance, and it happened that Shen Mu's gaze turned toward her at that very moment.
Their eyes met. Yun Chuxiu tittered and said, "The Great Dharma Master is indeed the Great Dharma Master."
Having said this, she spoke no more. Just then, the sky convulsed violently once again—another Heavenly Venerable had descended, his aura exploding, a succession of heavenly palaces emerging, Dao-notes reverberating without end!
But this Heavenly Venerable was not targeting Heavenly Venerable You—he was targeting the two Heavenly Venerables from before.
Those two Heavenly Venerables were both taken aback, scarcely able to believe it.
Yet they had both concealed their true faces, unwilling to bear the crime of slaying the Shepherd Heavenly Venerable, and so at this moment they could not tell who this suddenly appeared Heavenly Venerable was either.
Shen Mu breathed a sigh of relief, closed the coffin, and sent it back into the Shen-character continent within his eye, then watched the situation with anxious urgency.
Yun Chuxiu came to his side and watched the situation on Yaohai with him. Her voice was like a mosquito's drone: "You know who I am now?"
Shen Mu nodded slightly, his voice exceedingly faint: "I know. On the Ghost Ship, I once summoned the soul of Your Highness."
Yun Chuxiu burst into a giggle. "This palace has been wondering all along who it was that summoned this palace's soul several hundred thousand years ago. Later I heard of a Great Dharma Master of Ten Thousand Kalpas Without Extinction, and I guessed it was you—and indeed it was."
Shen Mu laughed heartily.
Yun Chuxiu lowered her brows, bashful and shy, twisting the hem of her garment, looking like a maiden plunged into first love. She whispered, "Put my little sister's corpse away properly, or I shall not forgive you! The other ancient gods need your soul-shaping art, but this palace does not. This palace's soul and spirit are whole and complete, and I have already leapt free of the ancient gods' physical husk!"
In the pavilion, Qi Jiuyi and Yun Jianli witnessed this scene, and their hearts could not help but fill with waves of sourness.
Though Yun Jianli knew the woman meant no good, a sour tang still rose in his heart despite himself—a touch of jealousy.
They had no idea that Shen Mu and Yun Chuxiu were not lovers at all—quite the contrary, it was a most perilous game!
Shen Mu had merely seized upon "Yun Chuxiu's" tender spot, threatening her with the resurrection of Lady Yuanmu; and though "Yun Chuxiu" helped Shen Mu escape his predicament, she too was threatening him.
Yet Shen Mu had at last been able to confirm a conjecture in his heart: that the Empress's little sister, Lady Yuanmu, had indeed died—and had died at the Empress's own hand.
The assassination attempt upon the Empress during the Longhan Era had been one of the great unsolved mysteries—and now it could be closed.
Yet one point remained in doubt: why was Heavenly Venerable Ling's hairpin lodged in the back of Lady Yuanmu's skull?
By Shen Mu's deduction, the Empress had already reached an agreement with the Heaven Alliance back then. When she returned home to visit her kin, she incited the Longbo Kingdom to rebel and besieged Guixu.