Chapter 79: The Holy Maiden of Penglai Immortal Palace Arrives

Immortal and demonic energies coexisting in one body, incompatible like fire and water…

Isn’t this precisely the condition of that little ancestor currently sealed within the Sword Tomb?!

How could the Holy Maiden of Penglai Immortal Palace, residing countless miles away in the Eastern Sea, know such intricate details?

Xuanweizi, despite the profound shock reverberating through his mind, managed to maintain his composure outwardly.

He took a deep breath, his aura retracting flawlessly around him, and asked in a grave tone, “How did the Holy Maiden come to know this?”

Bai Zhileng extended a finger, as fair as jade, and lightly tapped the small Longevity Incense Burner at her waist, which continuously emitted a fragrant medicinal scent.

“My Penglai lineage cultivates the path of medicine, which is also the path of life. We are exceptionally sensitive to the circulation and decay of all life energies in the world,” she said, her voice soft yet imbued with an undeniable professionalism. “A few days ago, my master was meditating by the shores of the Eastern Sea when she suddenly sensed a supremely pure Dao Source of life in the continent’s center being violently torn apart by two opposing forces of annihilation, threatening to extinguish at any moment.”

She paused, her autumn-water eyes gazing towards the Sword Tomb shrouded in cold air, a hint of pity entering her tone. “Such a unique life force is rare in ten millennia, and such severe injuries are utterly unprecedented. My master could not bear to see such a treasure of nature wither away, and thus sent Zhileng here to see if I could offer even a small measure of assistance.”

Xuanweizi and Dan Chenzi exchanged glances, both seeing an undisguised tremor in the other’s eyes.

The other party not only knew the illness but had even sensed that unique ‘Dao Source of life.’

Dan Chenzi could no longer restrain himself. He darted forward, completely disregarding any semblance of an elder’s decorum, his voice trembling with agitation. “I beg the Holy Maiden to save Shen Zhaoqing’s life. The entire Qingyun Sect will be eternally grateful.”

Xuanweizi’s mouth twitched, but he understood perfectly well that this was no time to worry about appearances. If Gu Chang’an’s condition deteriorated further, let alone saving someone else, she might explode from cultivation herself.

“Dan Chenzi, do not be impolite,” Xuanweizi reprimanded, though his body honestly shifted half a step aside. He nodded to Bai Zhileng. “Senior, what is the current situation with that person? If the Holy Maiden truly has a solution, please come inside to discuss it. The Qingyun Sect will offer a generous reward.”

“To heal the wounded and save the dying is a physician’s duty, True Monarch. There is no need for thanks.”

Bai Zhileng’s cold face shifted slightly as she stepped down from the exquisitely beautiful glazed immortal skiff. As she moved, the silver bells at her waist chimed with a clear, crisp sound.

Xuanweizi personally led the way, and the group flew silently and swiftly towards the Sword Tomb.

The closer they drew to the Sword Tomb, the colder the air became. This was no ordinary chill; it was a sword intent so profound it could pierce protective True Essence and reach deep into one’s Divine Soul.

Trees withered, rocks were covered in frost, and the entire mountain peak seemed to have been dragged into a desperate ice age.

‘Alas…’ Xuanweizi sighed deeply once more as he observed the scene.

His disciple’s affections ran deep, yet her obsession was equally extreme. This sword intent, named Forgetfulness, was in truth born from the most profound love.

The group landed before the tightly shut stone door of the Sword Tomb.

The stone door was covered in frost, and visible streaks of sword qi coiled upon it like swimming dragons.

“This…” Dan Chenzi’s face paled. “This child, Chang’an, has laid down the nascent form of the ‘Frosty Sky Sword Domain.’ Her devotion is truly profound. How are we to enter?”

Xuanweizi’s expression was also grim. Just as he was about to summon his sect master’s token to forcefully break the array, Bai Zhileng reached out and stopped him.

“True Monarch, wait.”

“The array’s creator has lost her mind. Forcibly breaking the array will only provoke a sword intent backlash, harming the person inside.”

Bai Zhileng said coolly, slowly walking to the frigid stone door and extending a slender, jade-like hand.

Her hand was beautiful, with long fingers and rounded nails, like the finest mutton fat jade. Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the entirely emerald ‘Longevity Jade’ she held in her palm.

It was the token of the Penglai Palace Princess, containing boundless and unparalleled life force.

Bai Zhileng gently pressed the Longevity Jade against the stone door covered in sword qi.

With a soft ‘sizzle,’

The seemingly impenetrable sword array silently opened a gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Xuanweizi’s pupils contracted, and his apprehension towards Penglai Immortal Palace deepened once more.

This was no longer mere medical skill; it was an understanding and application of the Great Dao’s laws, far exceeding the Qingyun Sect’s capabilities.

“Bai Zhileng will go in first to examine the patient,” Bai Zhileng turned and offered Xuanweizi a slight smile. “True Monarch and Elder Dan Chenzi, please wait outside. The patient’s internal energies are chaotic, and too many people would only be detrimental.”

Having said this, she flashed through the opening before it could close, disappearing behind the door.

Xuanweizi and Dan Chenzi stood outside the door, looking at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.

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Inside the Sword Tomb, it was even colder, like an ice cellar.

Gu Chang’an sat cross-legged on a bed of cold jade, her eyes tightly shut, her face so pale it lacked any trace of color. In her arms, she held the person whose aura was faint.

Bai Zhileng entered, and the first thing she saw was this sorrowful tableau, as if frozen in time.

‘Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Art’… Void Return Realm grand completion… Sword Heart shattered.

‘Good. The greatest obstacle has self-destructed.’

She did not look at Gu Chang’an, as if this favored daughter of the Qingyun Sect were merely a lifeless ice sculpture. Her gaze, from beginning to end, rested on the young woman she considered her ‘human main ingredient.’

Dao Source Body.

Gu, Dao Source Body.

It was indeed a Dao Source Body.

Even from several paces away, she could feel the ‘Supreme Pill Scripture’ within her body leaping with joy. That supremely pure Dao Source of life held a fatal attraction for a pill cultivator like her.

She advanced slowly, each step remarkably steady. The silver bells at her waist echoed crisply and solitarily in the silent ice chamber.

Gu Chang’an, who was seated, seemed to sense something. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and the cold aura around her surged violently. A long sword, entirely condensed from sword intent, silently appeared before Bai Zhileng, its tip aimed directly at her glabella.

Bai Zhileng stopped. “You want to save her, don’t you?”

The illusory long sword trembled slightly.

“Your sword intent is powerful, but it is harming her,” Bai Zhileng continued. “The more you try to suppress your resentment with the Forgetfulness Sword Art, the stronger this coldness becomes. And she already has a supremely potent demonic energy within her body. This coldness of yours, far from healing her, is forcing that demonic energy to engage in an even more brutal confrontation with your sword intent. She is like a thin piece of iron caught between an iceberg and a volcano, being slowly crushed by both sides.”

Every one of her words precisely pierced Gu Chang’an where it hurt the most.

The illusory long sword let out a mournful wail, its light instantly dimming. Finally, with a ‘bang,’ it shattered into countless ice shards, dissipating into the air.

Two lines of clear tears slid down Gu Chang’an’s bloodless face.

Bai Zhileng no longer looked at her. She walked directly to the cold jade bed, then knelt down to carefully examine Shen Zhaoqing’s face.

What a truly blessed face.

Her features were delicate and refined, her nose bridge high. Even in a coma, a subtle curve seemed to linger at the corners of her lips, and the peach blossom tear mole beneath her eye added an ineffable charm.