After Sheng Jun Chapter 30 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 30 Exquisite Beauty in His Eyes (part 2)
The three of them headed toward the unknown celestial haze above.
When sensing the pressure, Jiang Xingzhi looked at You Suqing with a spirit of camaraderie. Just as he was about to lend a hand, the Xuantian Sword suddenly flew out from the latter's waist, the blade growing larger, carrying You Suqing to catch up with Jiang Xingzhi and his companion.
You Suqing couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine sword!"
The Xuantian Sword responded with pleasure.
Jiang Xingzhi glanced sideways at the sword and its master, thinking to himself that indeed a sword resembles its master—the Xuantian Sword was just as simple-minded a thousand years ago.
Breaking through the clouds, a vast expanse appeared before them.
Below their feet stretched an endless sea of clouds, with two paths diverging left and right.
To the left, they faintly saw a barrier, similar to the one they encountered when entering the desert; to the right was a hall gate, behind which emanated massive energy fluctuations, clearly leading to another space.
A familiar feeling came from behind the gate. Jiang Xingzhi's gaze penetrated the hall door: it seemed indeed to be another path leading to the Tongtian Hall.
The Xuantian Sword swayed back and forth in the air, indicating to You Suqing to take the left path and leave this place, apparently quite wary of the hall gate on the right.
You Suqing looked at Jiang Xingzhi and his companion, "Brother Jiang."
Jiang Xingzhi understood his meaning, "It seems our paths diverge here, let us part ways." Then he picked up Jiang Langhao and handed it to You Suqing, "Please take care of it, Pavilion Master You."
He still didn't know what would happen after entering the Tongtian Hall, and Jiang Langhao needed to be returned to Yuhua Sect.
Jiang Langhao shook its fur, "Ancestor~ Why can't I come along?"
Jiang Xingzhi coaxed it, "There are monsters inside that specifically eat brush spirits."
"......!" Jiang Langhao immediately cowered behind You Suqing.
You Suqing agreed, then heard Jiang Xingzhi's voice in his sea of consciousness, "If I don't return from this journey, please return it to Yuhua Sect."
He paused briefly, then solemnly replied, "Understood."
The man and the brush disappeared behind the barrier.
Above the vast sea of clouds, Jiang Xingzhi looked at the man beside him.
He cleared his throat, making one final reminder, "Bai Mu, once we enter that hall gate, danger lurks everywhere, and there are no treasures to gather. If you turn left now, you can still..."
His words came to an abrupt halt.
A hand grabbed his temple hair and tugged, cutting off the rest of his words.
Zhong Ming urged, "Stop wasting time, let's go."
Jiang Xingzhi, "......"
Seeing the other's insistence on following, Jiang Xingzhi could only advise, "If there's danger, remember to protect yourself first. I... let's go."
He had wanted to say "I don't want to owe you," but felt it might hurt the other person, so he swallowed the words.
Never mind, cherish the journey for this chance encounter.
Zhong Ming didn't respond, just stepped toward the hall gate on the right, "Follow me."
….
The two walked side by side through the gate formed by mental power.
The moment they passed through, a familiar aura filled the surroundings. Jiang Xingzhi's heart raced: they had found the right place—they had entered the core of the secret realm, the place of opportunity inheritance.
The scene before them suddenly changed—
The two found themselves standing in a pool of water that reached their knees. Vast patches of spider lilies, burning like fierce flames, stood upright in the water, covering the entire pool, like the inextinguishable fires of hell.
Layer upon layer of fiery red flowers extended into the distance. A celestial staircase rose from beyond the vast sea of flowers toward the end of the void, leading to a golden cloud-wrapped hall.
Jiang Xingzhi had been here before, with Xu Jian.
He warned Zhong Ming beside him, "Bai Mu, later you must..."
"Must what?" A delicate voice suddenly sounded.
The pool water before them burst open with a splash, spraying water droplets onto the surrounding spider lilies.
A woman of extraordinary beauty floated in the pool, her lips like lotus flowers, her skin like congealed snow. Her mere appearance seemed to dim the color of the spider lilies throughout the pool.
A pair of enchanting eyes gazed upon them, with soul-capturing magic swirling in her pupils.
Jiang Xingzhi spoke, "Beauty Ghost."
Beauty Ghosts were seductive, especially one from this supreme inheritance. If one was careless and got their soul ensnared, they would become nutrients for the pool of spider lilies.
When he came last time, Xu Jian was standing beside him—he had no interest in looking at this Beauty Ghost then. His heart was completely on edge, fearing that Xu Jian beside him would be soul-captured. He immediately swung his sword at the Beauty Ghost, his movements as swift as cutting vegetables.
According to Xu Jian's later description: your intensity scared even the ghost.
But times had changed. Jiang Xingzhi glanced at the man beside him, "Bai Mu, be careful not to be bewitched by the Beauty Ghost. Even if I kill her, I won't be able to save you."
"Oh my, such a handsome immortal lord, how can you not know how to cherish a delicate flower?" The Beauty Ghost smiled, her coquettish voice somehow pleasing to the ear.
Suddenly, a low chuckle came from beside him.
Jiang Xingzhi anxiously looked at Zhong Ming: how did this person start laughing with the Beauty Ghost? Could he already be bewitched?
"Bai..." In the next moment, a hand grabbed his arm and turned him around.
Splash! Water sprayed out in a circle.
The fiery spider lilies trembled slightly. Jiang Xingzhi was pulled close by Zhong Ming, his back to the Beauty Ghost.
"Bai Mu?"
An ancient sword filled with killing intent was in hand, its blade rising from his side, pointing toward his back.
The two stood facing each other in the pool. Jiang Xingzhi looked at the other's expression and saw his own reflection in those eyes, against a backdrop of hellfire.
Zhong Ming looked down at him, his lips curving upward, "Afraid I'll be bewitched?"
Jiang Xingzhi, not understanding his intent, looked up and "hmm"-ed in acknowledgment.
Zhong Ming's voice was deep, "Then you'll have to help me."
"How?"
Behind Jiang Xingzhi, where he couldn't see, sword light flashed mercilessly.
Zhong Ming stared at the handsome brows and eyes before him; even the boundless spider lilies around them couldn't divert his gaze. He said softly, "Jiang Xingzhi, don't leave my sight."
"Let me look at your face."