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Chapter 329 Aotian Weeps Blood, Witch Dances with the Eastern Lord

A place a million miles away from Xuankong Island.

Snowflakes drifted for miles, leaving only a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth.

Hundreds of men dressed in black brocade, bracing themselves against the cold, sharp blades, marched step by step toward Xuan Kong Island.

Behind them was a sedan chair several meters in size, inside which sat the gloomy-faced Prince Zhennan—Nangong Aotian.

"Master, weren't we supposed to be chasing after that Zhang Xian and those two women? Why are we suddenly changing our route to Xuan Kong Island?"

A petite man with large breasts said in a sweet voice.

"A martial arts tournament is being held on Xuan Kong Island right now. Maybe Zhang Xian and those two vile women are hiding there..."

Nangong Aotian said calmly.

"The king is wise."

The big-chested man offered a compliment.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Aotian, who had been looking gloomy, suddenly beamed with joy and pulled the petite, large-chested man beside him into his arms.

soon.

The originally stable and sturdy sedan chair, which resembled a mobile house, began to sway and shake in the snowy wind.

Even the martial artists carrying the sedan chairs slowed down their pace, and some even felt their blood rushing to their heads, possibly due to the wind and snow outside.

……

at the same time.

On Xuan Kong Island, at the Nine-Nine Ascending Heaven Platform atop Tianmen Mountain, Long Aotian emerged from Elder Ruyan's main hall with a gloomy expression.

Seeing that no one was around, he immediately ran to a bush and began to check his body for any abnormalities.

It would have been better if he hadn't been examined. Once examined, his already unpleasant expression became even worse. His expression looked as if he had swallowed a hundred flies, extremely unsightly!

"Damn it, damn it!"

"My vital energy can no longer be gathered, you demonic smoke! I, Long Aotian, am determined to kill you, tear you to pieces, and refine you into a great medicine!"

He roared, his eyes bloodshot.

A moment later, staring in the direction where Zhang Yu and the three Yin-Yang School's three guardian sisters had left, he said, panting heavily:
"Zhang Yu, you fiend! You knew perfectly well that the Star Palace's Ruyan demon was abnormal, why didn't you remind me? Why didn't you remind me that she wasn't a woman?"

"Old Devil Zhang, I, Long Aotian, will never let you get away with this!"

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for using the 'Imperial Laws of Justice' divine power tomorrow, unleashing an ancient forbidden technique to destroy your very essence and make you exactly like me!"

He's now on the verge of madness.

If he hadn't thought that if he could find a peerless doctor in the martial arts world who could cure the root cause of his illness—his inability to condense his vital energy—he probably would have gone insane.

of course.

This is a psychological problem for him, a psychological problem caused by being scared out of his wits.

It's not easy to find a renowned doctor who can cure it.

……

the other side.

Zhang Yu was walking with the three sisters of the Yin-Yang School, Sun, Moon and Star, when he suddenly heard Yuexi say that she would marry the Sun Protector that night and become a family. He shook his head slightly.

"Guardian Yue, are you out of your mind?!"

"I'm very smart. Sister Zhaoyang always praises me for being very clever, so don't look down on me!"

Yuexi retorted unhappily.

Standing next to her, the Sun Guardian Zhaoyang and the Star Guardian Xingyao, upon hearing Yuexi's words, looked like they wanted to laugh but dared not, and were forced to suppress their laughter.

"What's wrong with you?" Yuexi asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, hehe, it's really nothing..."

The two hurriedly waved their hands, unable to hide their smiles any longer.

Upon seeing this, Yuexi immediately became displeased and turned to Zhang Yu, asking, "Brother Zhang, what do they mean by this?"

"What they mean is..."

Zhang Yu was about to answer when Zhao Yang suddenly interrupted him: "Sister, this is what being smart means. Don't overthink it."

Having said that, she saw that Zhang Yu wanted to continue speaking, and she immediately became annoyed.

Doesn't this guy know how to read between the lines?

hateful!

She took a deep breath and said calmly to Zhang Yu, "My sister is right, I have accepted you now."

What do you take me for!

"I, Zhang Juxia, am not someone who can be bought off with a mere word." Zhang Yu sneered inwardly and continued, "Miss Yuexi, what Da Congming means is..."

"Zhang Yu, I accept you. Would you like to see me perform the Dongjun Dance for you? This is a witch dance of my Yin Yang School, which is unseen by anyone outside the world!"

Zhao Yang interrupted Zhang Yu again, and at the same time offered an even greater benefit.

Playing the Dongjun (Eastern Lord)?

The Yin-Yang School's witch dance?

Zhang Yu subtly observed Zhao Yang, noticing her slender waist, exquisite face, and elegant demeanor, and said with a smile:

"Miss Zhaoyang, you can dance too?"

"Humph!"

Zhao Yang snorted coldly in her heart and said, "Let's go, I will show you now."

Seeing that Zhang Yu suddenly stopped answering her question and instead wanted to watch Sister Zhaoyang's performance of the witch dance Dongjun, she said unhappily:
"Brother Zhang, you haven't answered my question yet."

"That's simple, '大聪明' means you're very smart."

Zhang Yu said this against his will.

In order not to ruin the fake sisterhood between the three sisters of the Yin-Yang School, he was still willing to tell a white lie.

As for whether it was because of the witch's dance with the Eastern Lord?
That's definitely not it!
How could a righteous person like Zhang Juxia deceive a young girl just to appreciate a dance!

This is absolutely for the sake of the bond between the three sisters!

"Hehe, I really am very smart!"

Yuexi was happy again when she heard Zhang Yu praise her for being smart.

Zhaoyang and Xingyao almost couldn't help but laugh again.

To cover up her embarrassment, Zhao Yang immediately grabbed Zhang Yu's hand and said, "Come on, I will personally dance the Dongjun dance for you. I guarantee you will be amazed."

"I'd like to see that great swordsman's work."

Zhang Yu said, arms crossed.

Yuexi immediately jumped out again: "I can dance too!"

Zhao Yang said bluntly, "You and Xing Yao will stand next to me and play instruments for me."

Soon, the group of four arrived at a palace that the Star Palace had arranged for them.

As martial arts masters capable of ascending the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Platform, the Star Palace can certainly provide each of them with a private residence.

……

The palace was dimly lit, and the bedroom assigned to the Star Palace was bathed in a tranquil gloom, perfectly setting the atmosphere required for the ancient shamanic dance.

Zhao Yang composed herself, stood in the center of the hall, and closed her eyes slightly.

The elaborate and magnificent gilded sun robe she wore seemed to be ignited by an invisible flame, with golden threads surging and light shimmering, reflecting a hazy yet blazing halo in the dim light, as if she were the supreme deity born from the sun—Dongjun.

As Yuexi plucked the strings and Xingyao played the ancient zither, a series of strange and ethereal notes flowed out like a clear spring in a secluded valley.

The music was not intense, but it possessed a magical power that penetrated the heart, lingering and echoing among the beams and pillars of the hall, stirring up faint, almost imperceptible resonances.

Just as the music reached a subtle climax, Zhaoyang suddenly opened her eyes.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body slowly turning around. Her wide sleeves seemed to come alive, silently unfurling in the dim light, drawing golden-red arcs with trails of flowing fire.

Her dance movements are solemn yet strange; every raised hand and every turn contains the rhythm of an ancient ritual, her figure graceful yet powerful.

At the same time, a melodious and ethereal chant rose from her lips, her voice clear and distant, each word a gem, as if from the ancient sun:
"The sun will rise in the east, shining on my railing and Fusang."

"I stroke my horse and drive it gently, for the night is bright and dawn has broken."

"..."

"Wearing a blue cloud robe and a white rainbow skirt, I raise my long arrow and shoot the Heavenly Wolf."

"I wield my remaining bow to reverse my fall, and draw upon the Big Dipper to drink the wine of cassia."

As the words flowed, her dance seemed to depict the scene described in the poem: gazing at the rising sun, drifting blue clouds, drawing a bow to shoot a wolf, holding a cup in the Big Dipper... Shadows and golden light intertwined and swayed, casting huge and unpredictable shimmering shadows on the wall.

"I rein in my horse and soar high, heading eastward into the vast darkness!"

As the next line was sung, golden-red arcs of light on Zhaoyang's body transformed into a blazing sun, breaking through the quiet darkness, like the Eastern Lord surveying the heavens and earth.

As the song ended, she withdrew from her dance and asked Zhang Yu in front of her triumphantly, "How was my rendition of 'Dongjun'?"

Zhang Yu nodded slightly:

"It's not bad, the dance and music are both top-notch, but it's still a little lacking!"

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(End of this chapter)