Chapter 50: Mirrors, Thousands of Mirrors

Before the words faded, Leng Feng—who had deliberately turned his head away to avoid looking—suddenly leaped three feet into the air: “Cease this nonsense! Though I yearn day and night for your marriage… to make such a casual promise is entirely out of the question! Be a good girl, Yue’er, come to your mother’s side. I shall discuss your wedding arrangements with your in-laws right this instant—”

Blood Moon raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly: “Tonight is the moon-wane. Since Jiaoyue and I have already acknowledged our husband, Huohuo shall have the final say. Aside from that, no one else makes the decisions for us.”

Hearing this, Ye Lingtian let out a sigh, immediately grabbed Leng Feng, and dropped his voice to a whisper: “Brother Feng, you’re muddle-headed! As we both know, Jiaoyue’s temperament shifts and changes with the lunar phases. Today, she was simply bamboozled by this boy’s nonsense, which is why she agreed. If she calms down and decides tomorrow that the Moon Goddess doesn’t agree, what then? If you ask me, strike while the iron is hot…”

Leng Feng was choked speechless by Blood Moon’s baffling words, and under Ye Lingtian’s swift and smooth instigation, he immediately wavered: “An earlier grandson?”

Ye Lingtian nodded with a smile: “The Spirit-Taming Sect and Lengyue Palace ultimately need successors. The sooner a grandson arrives, the sooner we can retire. Once there’s a grandson, they can toss and turn however they like; it’s none of our business, and we won’t care! We can just travel all the way, living in absolute leisure, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Overjoyed, Leng Feng agreed: “Big Brother’s plan speaks right to my heart! Ah… with the rise and fall of the Immortal Sects, I’ve long since harbored the desire to retire.”

“Brother Feng, when the time comes, we shall first cross the ocean to the Divine Realm continent, then travel all the way to the Twelve Miracles of the Gods, and finally conclude with the Tianshu Dao. After that, we’ll return to bounce our grandchildren, fish, walk birds, and enjoy our old age in peace.”

“A magnificent plan! Having witnessed Yue’er’s divine arts, I am filled with yearning for the Twelve Miracles of the Gods.”

“Since Brother agrees, let nature take its course, shall we?”

Leng Feng gritted his teeth: “Let nature take its course!”

As those words fell, Madam Zhao frantically shot glare after glare at Leng Feng. Seeing that Leng Feng had been thoroughly hoodwinked by Ye Lingtian, she could no longer hold back, shouting sharply: “Leng Feng, get your ass over here!”

Startled, Leng Feng asked, “Wife, what is it?”

Just as Madam Zhao was about to speak, Lady Wang’s eyes rolled as she stepped forward, throwing her arms around Madam Zhao and cutting in with a beaming smile: “Sister, the eighty-eight sets of betrothal gifts have all been prepared.”

Madam Zhao sneered: “Sister is truly calculating! If we grant your wish tonight, tomorrow—let alone eighty-eight sets—there might not even be eight left! My Jiaoyue is the number one immortal beauty of the Southern Frontier, and my Lengyue Palace is the second immortal sect in the Divine Realm! Our immortal arts are number one in the worl—”

Lady Wang quickly cut her off: “Sister, how could that be? Surely you still don’t trust your sister…”

Madam Zhao snorted coldly: “The person I can’t trust… is you! We’ve been close girlfriends since we were young; how could I not know how crafty and stingy you are? Those eighty-eight sets must have hollowed out nearly half the Spirit-Taming Sect’s treasury! If you get your way tonight, you’ll probably wake up sick tomorrow morning and call a doctor to look at you. By then, the servants won’t be able to tell which ones are the betrothal gifts, and you’ll say with your dying breath that you sent a batch first, and the rest will be made up for once you recover. But with that illness of yours, you’ll probably still be coughing nonstop by the time your grandson is born. When the grandson’s celebration banquet rolls around, my Lengyue Palace will end up having to pay out of pocket for dozens of sets instead, humph!”

Upon hearing this, Lady Wang immediately pressed a silk handkerchief to the corner of her eye, choking out: “Sister, how could you think of your sister that way? Sister is not that kind of person…”

Madam Zhao snorted: “Pah, you’re nothing but a scheming drama queen, bewitching Big Brother Ye from morning till night. We were close friends when we were young; you think I don’t know how sly you are?”

Hearing this, Lady Wang couldn’t keep up the act any longer, flying into a blind rage: “You brute of a woman, you really can’t spit ivory out of a dog’s mouth…”

Madam Zhao raised an eyebrow: “Want to fight, do you?”

Lady Wang rolled up her sleeves: “Fight it is!”

Midway through speaking, the two of them were already locked in a wrestling match.

Ye Lingtian and Leng Feng cried out in synchronized alarm, rushing forward in a panic—one to mediate, the other to pull them apart—and the scene instantly devolved into chaos.

On the other end, Jiang Xiaoyu twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked at Blood Moon’s stunning face, which had just flushed red: “You keep going on about the Moon Goddess and the Moon Goddess—who on earth is she?”

Blood Moon froze in utter astonishment: “Husband, you don’t even remember your own wife?”

Jiang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly: “In just two days, I’ve swapped identities three or four times; my brain is about to explode. Keep going like this, and I’ll end up with schizophrenia too.”

Blood Moon furrowed her brows slightly, speaking slowly: “The moon has phases—waning makes Blood Moon, fullness makes Jiaoyue, and a crescent makes Huohuo. The three of us are all manifestations of Lengyue’s power. Logically speaking, we shouldn’t have independent personalities, but somehow, the three types of power birthed three personalities!”

The name “Lengyue” caused Jiang Xiaoyu’s brain to buzz violently, rendering him completely deaf to whatever Blood Moon said next.

He suddenly recalled what Dongfang Yueli had once said—Lengyue is my Dao seed; and what Dongfang had said, that she and he were both born of heaven and earth; plus that gentle kiss in the room to the left… Fragmented memories flashed, pieced together, and collided at high speed within his mind.

Jiang Xiaoyu felt the world spinning out of control…

“What on earth is going on with all of this?”

Right then, a palm gently rested on his forehead. Jiang Xiaoyu shivered, his clarity returning abruptly. Turning his head blankly, he saw his mother, Lady Wang, standing beside him with a fake smile plastered across her face: “Huan’er, Yue’er, the elders of both families have settled it. You two can go ‘lose yourselves in the moment’ now.”

As the words fell, she suddenly lost emotional control, yanking out a silk handkerchief to cover her mouth as she bolted toward the back of the grand hall without looking back.

Madam Zhao sneered, turning to instruct Leng Feng: “Follow Elder Sister Wang, and count those eighty-eight sets of betrothal gifts one by one. Not a single coin can be missing, and pack them all into Lengyue Palace’s storage pouch.”

Leng Feng cupped his fists: “Big Brother Ye, Elder Sister Wang is bold! Counting eighty-eight sets will take a while—Wife, let’s catch up with Sister right away, shall we?”

Madam Zhao said coldly: “Fly there on your swords, lest a fast-footed scoundrel snatches the goods away in the confusion.”

Leng Feng nodded, and the two immediately launched themselves into the air on their swords, cutting through the wind.

Ye Lingtian was left stranded all by himself, his facial muscles twitching: “Brother Feng, isn’t this… moving a bit too fast? How about… we discuss this further?”

Leng Feng didn’t look back, his voice drifting from afar: “An earlier grandson means we can retire earlier!”

Ye Lingtian smiled bitterly and gave chase.

At that moment, Jiang Xiaoyu noticed a white spot suddenly appear on Blood Moon’s exquisite visage.

Jiang Xiaoyu’s heart leaped, and he instinctively reached out to touch it. But… before his fingertip could brush against her smile, that white spot burst outward in all directions!

Following that, the entire world shattered like a mirror with a deafening crash.

Jiang Xiaoyu let out a scream, his body plummeting downward alongside tens of thousands of fragments…