SWDnovel Chapter 9 The Moon Palace [Please continue reading]
Chapter 9 The Moon Palace [Please continue reading]
Yi Qingwu continued flying and soon saw a city.
Only after seeing the town with its towering walls did Yi Qingwu finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Shengyuan City, the first major city in the northern part of Luzhou.
The city walls stood tall and black, etched with the marks of time. The city gates bustled with activity, a constant stream of cultivators and mortals coming and going.
The city streets are wide, lined with shops on both sides, with signs selling elixirs, magical artifacts, and cultivation techniques stacked one on top of the other.
Pedestrians thronged the streets, with cultivators riding strange beasts galloping by, merchants driving horse-drawn carriages slowly making their way, and farmers carrying hoes walking into the city gates in twos and threes.
Located in the harsh northern region, this place is as prosperous as any major city on Ziwei Star.
Because the Moon Palace is located in the north.
Yi Qingwu glanced down a few times, then transformed into a cold, clear stream of light and flew north.
The earth receded rapidly beneath my feet.
The green gradually disappeared, replaced by gray-white frozen soil and jagged rocks.
Further north lies a continuous range of snow-capped mountains, with overlapping peaks and a silver-white landscape.
The cold air condensed into fine ice crystals, which shimmered with starlight under the moonlight.
She flew over the last mountain ridge and came to a stop in the air.
The moon rose at some unknown time.
It's not the real moon—it's a palace suspended in the air.
The palace was entirely silver-white and built on a huge crater. From a distance, it looked like a full moon fallen on the snow-capped mountain peak.
Silver moonlight poured down from the palace, enveloping the snow-capped mountains within a hundred miles in a cool glow.
The palace's outline was faintly visible in the moonlight, with its upturned eaves, carved beams and painted rafters, every detail so exquisite that it seemed like the abode of the moon goddess.
That is the Moon Palace.
The most mysterious sacred place for women in the Ziwei Star Region.
The Guanghan Palace does not accept male disciples, only women with exceptional natural talent. Every disciple in the palace is exceptionally beautiful; it is said that even the janitors who sweep the floors in the Guanghan Palace are beauties rarely seen outside.
There's a saying in the Ziwei Star Domain: Every woman in the Guanghan Palace is a fairy who stepped out of the Moon Palace.
And Yi Qingwu was the most dazzling of all these fairies.
The title of "Number One Beauty in the Ziwei Star Region" is not self-proclaimed, but recognized by the entire Ziwei Star Region.
Yi Qingwu flew forward, and the Guanghan Palace grew larger and larger in her field of vision.
The palace gates are two huge white jade doors, with the three ancient characters "Guanghan Palace" carved on the lintel. The strokes are as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding an ancient and imposing aura.
Two jade-carved moon rabbits stand on either side of the door, lifelike, with their eyes inlaid with rare moonstone, gleaming with a faint silver light in the night.
Passing through the gate, a long white jade path comes into view, lined with laurel trees on both sides. The trunks are as white as jade, and the leaves shimmer with a faint silver light, enveloping the entire path in a hazy moonlight.
In the distance, palaces, layer upon layer, are built against the mountain, with flying eaves and painted red, creating a magnificent sight.
Further away, groups of female disciples could be seen walking by, some wearing moon-white training uniforms, others draped in light blue feather robes. Each of them was graceful and beautiful, resembling fairies stepping out of a painting under the moonlight.
Yi Qingwu stepped onto the passageway, her pace noticeably faster than usual.
Her heart was beating very fast.
It wasn't because I was excited to be back in my sect, but because I felt guilty.
Three days.
For three whole days, she was in that damned Goddess Furnace, by that bastard…
As those images flashed through her mind, Yi Qingwu's face instantly turned bright red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.
Those images were branded into her mind like a brand, and she couldn't shake them off no matter what she did.
The way that bastard held her, the way he kissed her, the way he whispered those shameful things in her ear, and...
"Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!" Yi Qingwu shouted at herself in her heart, shaking her head vigorously, a few strands of messy hair swaying on the side of her face.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
She is the successor of the Guanghan Palace, the most beautiful woman in the Ziwei Star Region, and Yin Tiande's fiancée.
She couldn't let anyone see anything amiss.
Absolutely not.
Yi Qingwu straightened her back, suppressing those chaotic thoughts to the deepest part of her heart. The blush on her face gradually faded, and she regained her cool and aloof expression.
But only she knew what kind of panic and unease was hidden beneath that cool exterior.
At the end of the passageway lies a spacious square.
In the center of the square stands a white jade statue of a woman in flowing robes, said to be the founder of the Guanghan Palace.
The statue is surrounded by a Moonlit Pool, the water of which is so clear that it reflects the bright moon in the sky, making it impossible to distinguish which is the real moon and which is the reflection.
As Yi Qingwu was about to cross the square back to her courtyard, a voice came from the side.
"Light Dance".
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable charm—a languid yet authoritative tone, a gentle yet undeniable authority.
Yi Qingwu's steps suddenly stopped.
Her body stiffened slightly instinctively, but she quickly recovered. She turned around, a perfectly timed smile on her face, and gave a slight bow.
"Master."
A woman emerged from the shadows of the passageway.
She was around thirty years old and wore a moon-white feather robe. The robe was made of a very thin material, as if woven from moonlight, and clung to her body, perfectly outlining the curves of her waist and chest.
The fabric was embroidered with subtle patterns that shimmered faintly in the moonlight, rippling with each step she took.
Her long hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears, making her neck appear even longer and whiter.
Her features weren't strikingly beautiful, but they were extremely pleasing to the eye—her eyes were slightly upturned, giving her a languid and composed air that a young girl wouldn't have.
She is Nangong Nayue.
The Palace Master of Guanghan Palace, one of the few powerful beings at the Sendai Realm in the Ziwei Star Region.
Nangong Nayue walked up to Yi Qingwu, the moonlight shining on her, her feathered robes shimmering with a faint glow. She stood there quietly, yet it felt as if the light of the entire Guanghan Palace was falling upon her.
It wasn't an aura that was deliberately cultivated, but rather a natural quality—mature, composed, and elegant, like a fine aged wine that becomes more flavorful with each sip.
"Your aura is chaotic, have you encountered some trouble?" Nangong Nayue looked at her disciple, her voice neither loud nor soft, carrying a reassuring gentleness.
Her gaze lingered on Yi Qingwu's face for a moment, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in those seemingly lazy eyes.
Yi Qingwu's heart skipped a beat.
My master has an incredibly sharp eye.
She had been afraid of her master's gaze since she was a child—it seemed casual, but nothing could escape those eyes.
"No, it's probably because I just broke through." Yi Qingwu forced a smile, her voice so calm that even she was surprised.
She had already cursed that damned Ye Feng a thousand times in her heart.
If it weren't for that bastard, how could she be in such a sorry state?