Chapter 101: Wild Geese Over Empty Mountains
Xue Shan stood with his hands behind his back amidst the swirling snow... I watched from behind him... His figure merged with the one etched in my memory...
Have I been possessed by some foolish spirit? Clearly unattainable, clearly wrong, yet I keep turning and turning, entangling myself, only to end in madness... Or perhaps I have overestimated the depth of my infatuation, casually transferring my affections to a handsome youth? I have never been so moved by the spring breeze; how could I be so stirred by Xue Shan, this young junior disciple... Though Xue Shan’s face is as handsome as a jade crown... no beauty surpasses that of the spring breeze.
“No beauty surpasses the spring breeze,” I murmured to myself, patting my head, reminding myself, “You are now an old woman with silver hair; cease such foolish thoughts. He is your junior disciple. Your fondness for him springs solely from his resemblance to the one in your heart, not from who he truly is.”
“The old lady has a youthful heart,” Xue Shan said, hands behind his back.
“Oh, is that so? Heh heh... Truly old now, must accept it... My tolerance for wine has waned... My courage has diminished... Heart willing but strength lacking...” I struggled to find words that conveyed my weariness.
Xue Shan smiled faintly, “Regardless of age, the fact that the old lady has reached the hearts of the myriad immortals of the Celestial Realm commands my utmost respect.”
“Oh, heh heh, it’s just a stroke of luck. Alas, I cannot reach the hearts of the Western Sea God or his cousin, nor that of Tiande or Mingbo...” I stopped, unwilling to speak that name.
“It will happen. Let us first deal with Mingbo,” Xue Shan said.
“Mingbo is here?” I asked.
“Yes,” Xue Shan replied.
“Have you captured him?” I asked in surprise.
“Something like that,” Xue Shan said.
I had never expected that Mingbo—the all-seeing, all-hearing overlord of the Netherworld—would be brought here by this junior disciple!
Xue Shan led me into a chilling cave, filled with crystal clusters of various sizes—some standing upright, some hanging, some as large as a bucket, others as thin as needles—all sparkling and radiant. After walking along a narrow path, I faintly heard the sounds of children playing. After a slightly wider stretch, their laughter grew clearer. A barrier stood before us.
Through the barrier, the cave opened into a completely different scene. Outside was a world of ice and crystals; inside, it was spring in full bloom—lush green trees casting shadows, fragrant grass thick and vibrant, flowers blooming profusely. Butterflies, birds, and rabbits fluttered, sang, and hopped about carefree. Two children played on a swing beneath a tree—one chubby and joyful, the other wearing a mask. The masked child stood pushing the swing, while the plump child sat swinging, urging the masked one to push harder. They played gleefully.
“Who are they?” I asked Xue Shan, puzzled.
“That is Mingbo,” Xue Shan pointed to the laughing chubby child on the swing.
“What!” I thought. What on earth has happened in these five hundred years?
“Mingbo used his ghost eyes and ears to activate the Dream Entry Order, placing himself inside a dream,” Xue Shan explained.
“Are you saying this is a dreamscape created by Mingbo’s Dream Entry Order?” I asked, astonished.
“Yes.”
“And the masked child?”
“That’s Mingzhong, from Mingbo’s memories,” Xue Shan said.
“Why are they like this?” I asked.
“Mingbo’s ghost eyes are blind, ghost ears damaged, unable to bear the trauma,” Xue Shan said.
“Who did this?” I wondered which great power had dealt with this wretched thing for me.
“Mingzhong, vying for succession, instigated him to refine the Heavenly Eye and Ear Pill with Netherworld Fire and Primordial Spirit Water. The cauldron exploded. But Mingbo does not know Mingzhong was behind it,” Xue Shan explained.
So it was Mingzhong! Fratricide! Retribution!
“When did this happen?”
“Half a month ago.”
“How do you know?” I thought. Such a secret, unknown even to my widespread informants across the nine provinces—how could Xue Shan know?
“I am a merchant with eyes and hands everywhere. There’s nothing money can’t buy,” Xue Shan smiled.
I glanced at Xue Shan, thinking this youth truly was proud.
“Now Mingbo remains trapped in his illusion, unwilling to come out. The Dream Entry Order sustains his illusion, sealed away, unable to use the Sea Wolf Clan,” Xue Shan said.
“So we must make Mingbo face reality, willingly emerge from the illusion, and end this dream,” I said.
“Yes, but he refuses to come out. I’ve tried many times.”
“What then?”
“Let’s see if the old lady has any ideas.”
I was helpless. Seeing him made me want to kill him—no, both of them! I clenched my teeth in my heart.
“Old lady, the Netherworld poisons the living, but all must serve the greater good,” Xue Shan said, seeing my clenched jaw, trying to reason.
“I will settle my scores with the Netherworld sooner or later,” I added.
The Jade Clarity Realm had not wasted its choice in accepting him as a disciple, I thought.
“Let’s go in and have a look,” Xue Shan said, producing the Dream Entry Order. With a wave before the barrier, he led me into the illusion created by Mingbo.
Mingbo played happily, seemingly oblivious. Mingzhong first noticed Xue Shan and me and ran over.
“Father, you’ve found Mother!” Mingzhong exclaimed excitedly.
I was stunned... Mingbo is blind, but is Mingzhong blind as well? What nonsense was this child spouting? At my age, I hardly looked like his mother! Mother? If I were his mother, I’d strangle him!
I glanced at Xue Shan and was startled—he had become a young Netherworld King.
Xue Shan looked equally surprised and whispered to me, “You have become the young queen. Probably a trick of Mingbo’s heart creating illusions for our eyes.”
Xue Shan then assumed a loving expression and told Mingzhong, “Yes, Father and Mother have returned. Go tell your brother.”
Little Mingzhong obediently ran to inform the still playing Mingbo alone.
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