Chapter 954 — This Man's Heart-Demon Tribulation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Later, Heavenly Venerable Ling assassinated her, driving a hairpin into the back of her skull — yet the Empress's primordial spirit had fled the body, won a new life, and infiltrated the Heavenly Alliance, becoming one of the Ten Heavenly Venerables. Lady Yuanmu's body had been shut up in a crystal coffin, and the crystal coffin now lay in Shen Mu's hands.
Yet that body seemed dead without lying still: after Shen Mu obtained the coffin, Lady Yuanmu had even undergone corpse-change, trying to harm him, only to be sealed and suppressed by Wei Suifeng. Could this girl, whose face so closely resembled the Empress's and Lady Yuanmu's, be Yuanmu's reincarnation? "The Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign died but never stiffened.
The Heavenly Alliance could not kill her; the Ancient God Heavenly Thearch and Heavenly Venerable Hao alike failed to cut her down completely — and the Ancient God Heavenly Thearch, likewise, was never wholly slain.
So is Lady Yuanmu truly dead? " Smiling, Shen Mu watched Yun Chuxiu and the girl approaching, and thought to himself: "This woman is very likely Lady Yuanmu. But Lady Yuanmu died in a very early age, during the middle and late Longhan era.
She cannot possibly be merely a Divine Power practitioner. Then. . .
" His smile deepened. "Could Lady Yuanmu also be in the Heavenly Alliance?
Could she too have become a Heavenly Venerable? The Ten Heavenly Venerables of the Heavenly Court are growing more and more interesting.
. . " Yun Chuxiu came before him with the girl, and said with a beaming smile, "Heavenly Venerable, let me introduce a fine little sister to you — this is Lian Huahun, a disciple of Heavenly Venerable Hao's household.
Her skills are quite remarkable!
" The girl Lian Huahun paid her respects with elegant ceremony.
Shen Mu smiled: "Dear little sister, don't stand on ceremony — rise now. 'Blossoms wither, blossoms fly, filling all the sky; red fades, fragrance severs — who pities them?
' Sister Flower Soul's name is well chosen, and her person is lovely as well. " This was heartfelt admiration. Yun Chuxiu snorted coldly.
Beautiful as Lian Huahun was, she was far inferior to a woman like Jue Wuchen, who had been created to gather all the world's beauty into one body.
Yun Chuxiu's very flesh had been formed in the image of Jue Wuchen — yet Shen Mu had never praised her, and now he praised Lian Huahun instead.
Clearly this Heavenly Venerable Mu's aesthetic taste was seriously defective!
Lian Huahun rose gracefully, her lovely eyes blinking, and said, "The Heavenly Venerable is learned and versatile — every word that leaves his mouth becomes a verse.
" Yun Chuxiu sneered: "My name, too, has a great origin. Does Heavenly Venerable Mu know it? " Shen Mu ventured, "The water beneath the moon, bright and pure; the clouds out of the peaks, light and free?
" Yun Chuxiu shook her head. "Not so. " Lian Huahun clicked her pearly teeth lightly and said with a smile: "'Clouds rise from the peaks without a mind; amid their play, fame overturns the universe. ' Sister Yun's name most likely carries this meaning — a body without a mind, casting off all restraint, sporting through the human world, its fame shaking heaven and earth.
" Yun Chuxiu clapped her hands and laughed: "Ah, it is little sister Lian who understands me!
'More I pity the flower's weak stem, that will not move with the year's cold; how the morning snow must begrudge it, how the yin wind has blown again and again!
' Lian Huahun does not mean 'who pities her' — it means that the morning snow begrudges her and the yin wind blows her flower to an early withering.
Little sister Lian Huahun is clever — unlike those stupid men, who look intelligent yet are fools at heart. " With that, she cast a glance at Shen Mu.
Shen Mu fell silent, disgruntled.