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Chapter 27
In other immortal realms, there are disciples guarding their borders, but Kunlun is different.
Just as Liu Shuang stepped into the peach grove, peach blossoms showered her like a flurry of rain.
The wind swept through, and the once-quiet grove erupted like a boiling cauldron.
The peach trees chattered loudly:
“Terrible! Terrible! That ugly realm young miss from Kongsang is bullying our young master again!”
“She’s here again! She’s here again!”
Tens of thousands of peach trees, seemingly seeking revenge, hurled blossoms at Liu Shuang, as if trying to bury her alive.
Liu Shuang felt deeply dejected.
See? Coming to Kunlun again was clearly unwelcome.
Even the peach tree spirits treated her like this.
How would the Kunlun young master react upon seeing her? Wouldn’t he stab her on sight?
Bai Yuxiao laughed heartily.
“Chishui Liushuang, look at yourself. The last time you came, you were so insufferable that even the spirits remembered you!”
Bai Zhuixu glanced at the disheveled Liu Shuang, half exasperated and half amused.
Being a man of decorum, he stepped forward to announce their purpose and request an audience with either the Kunlun realm master or the young master.
However, he saw the peach trees swaying leisurely, blocking the path that had been clear moments ago.
The route was now entirely sealed off by the dense trees.
In an instant, their way was blocked, and a faint glow flickered beneath their feet—the white lines of a the Eight Triagrams formation.
It was a maze meant to drive them away.
Yan Chaosheng sneered inwardly.
See? That ugly one truly isn’t well-liked.
Bai Zhuixu took a step forward and said, “I am Bai Zhuixu, eldest son of the Bai family of Kongsang. I have accompanied our young miss to seek the Kunlun young master’s forgiveness. I kindly ask for your understanding and passage.”
The path remained sealed, and the peach trees stubbornly refused to yield.
Liu Shuang said, “I really came to apologize!”
The peach trees were unmoved.
Bai Yuxiao scoffed. “Why bother talking so much to them? They’re just spirits who gained consciousness from immortal energy. A single fire should be enough to make them yield!”
Hot-tempered, he raised his hand, and flames flared at his fingertips.
Liu Shuang hurriedly grabbed him. “Don’t!”
Her head ached.
“We came to apologize. Burning down their immortal grove will only escalate hostilities. I was wrong last time. It’s nothing to suffer punishment for my mistakes. Let’s wait a bit longer; perhaps someone from Kunlun will be willing to report this.”
Bai Zhuixu also stepped in.
“Yuxiao, don’t be rash.”
Reluctantly, Bai Yuxiao withdrew his flames but grumbled, “We could wait an eternity, and they still wouldn’t open the gates of their immortal realm. I don’t believe these spirits would dare to block the road without someone’s orders. Kunlun’s lineage excels at divination—they must have known the moment we stepped into their territory.”
Indeed, they had known but deliberately shut them out, even letting the spirits mock Liu Shuang.
Liu Shuang was, after all, the young miss of Kongsang. Kunlun shouldn’t behave this way.
What on earth had she done during her last visit to make her so detested?
The three men simultaneously looked at Liu Shuang with subtle expressions.
Liu Shuang stepped back, nearly choking on her frustration.
She truly had no idea what the original Liu Shuang had done, but inwardly, she was panicking more than anyone.
Initially, she thought the peach grove was just a formation to trap them for a few days, vent some anger, and move on.
But as days passed, the peach trees not only kept blocking their way, but not a single person emerged from the Kunlun immortal realm.
Even Bai Zhuixu was beginning to lose hope that Kunlun’s anger would subside, and they’d be let in.
Glancing at Liu Shuang’s veiled face, he thought of the Huanyan bead within her. The longer it stayed in her body, the harder it would be to restore her original appearance. If they didn’t force their way in, they’d have no other choice.
He sighed.
“We must break through the peach grove.”
Liu Shuang immediately stopped him.
“No, absolutely not!”
If they forced their way in, the Kunlun young master would surely grow even angrier.
Forget about the Huanyan bead—relations between the two immortal realms would certainly sour.
Bai Zhuixu understood this but was worried about Liu Shuang’s appearance, leaving him no alternative but to consider drastic measures.
“I have an idea!” Liu Shuang said.
“Let me try first.”
She glanced at Yan Chaosheng.
In her memory, the Little Immortal Grass had once almost trespassed into the Xiangze Hall.
That time, the demon lord had been furious, and the two had given each other the cold shoulder for days. The Little Immortal Grass had nearly cried herself to death under the covers.
Yan Chaosheng had used this method to appease her.
It had worked immediately.
Though she couldn’t recall her exact feelings back then, she figured the intention behind it might still work now.
If Yan Chaosheng’s trick had worked to cheer her up in her past life, then surely it would work to appease the Kunlun young master now.
Steeling herself, Liu Shuang thought, To apologize, one must thicken their skin.
She already had no reputation in Kunlun, so she formed a seal with her hands, weaving intricate gestures.
Golden streams of light rose into the air, spreading throughout Kunlun.
The radiant golden light illuminated the skies above Kunlun, reaching every corner of the immortal realm.
Wo Jiang watched with satisfaction through the water mirror as Liu Shuang and her companions were stuck outside.
From the moment they entered Kunlun’s territory, he was aware of their presence.
Wo Jiang had secretly ordered the peach trees to block the entrance, ensuring that the young miss could not step inside.
What a joke!
The last time this ugly girl barged in, the entire Kunlun showed her utmost respect as the fiancee of their young master.
Yet, she humiliated their young master without hesitation, belittling him to the point of nothingness.
She even declared she would rather marry anyone else but him, urging him to abandon any hopes of their engagement.
That alone was outrageous enough, but when the young master, for the sake of their spiritual vein, frowned and suggested discussing the marriage with his father, she pointed to her own belly, claiming it might already carry a child.
If the young master was willing to be a cuckold, she wouldn’t mind an alliance between Kong Sang and Kunlun.
Despite his good temper, the young master couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
Humiliated beyond words, the young master immediately agreed to annul the engagement.
The ugly girl left in high spirits, but Wo Jiang had not seen the young master so cold-faced in centuries.
Understandably so.
The two had no affection for each other from the start.
The young master had been willing to sacrifice his personal happiness for Kunlun, intending to treat her with mutual respect and protect their immortal realms together.
Instead, he was scorned and insulted to such a degree, even accused of fathering a child out of wedlock.
Since then, the young master had retreated into seclusion.
Now that the engagement was off, the young master had to find another way to save their withering spiritual vein.
This time, Liu Shuang had returned, but the young master remained in seclusion, unaware of her presence.
Wo Jiang was determined to teach this spoiled brat a lesson.
He had once secretly divined the fates of the young master and Liu Shuang, discovering they were not destined to end up together.
If so, it was better to resolve the matter sooner rather than later.
Without the troublesome girl from the Chishui family, if an alliance was truly necessary, wasn’t Feng Fuming’s younger sister a potential candidate?
And wasn’t there a suitable daughter from the Eastern Changliu clan?
When the Chishui family first proposed the engagement, they claimed their young miss was peerlessly beautiful.
Yet when she came, she was nothing but an eyesore, constantly provoking Kunlun.
She might think the young master wasn’t worthy of her, but in Wo Jiang’s eyes, it was the other way around.
After the peach tree spirits formed an array to trap her outside, Wo Jiang assumed she would throw a tantrum and attempt to force her way in.
To his surprise, she obediently waited outside for days.
Wo Jiang sneered internally.
Their kind young master was in seclusion, so what if she couldn’t come in?
The Chishui patriarch had allowed his precious daughter to wreak havoc in Kunlun.
What did he mean by this? This was the perfect chance to test their intentions.
After a few days of keeping watch, Wo Jiang finally grew bored and dozed off.
His nap was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Opening it, he was surprised to see Jimo Shaoyou standing there.
The young master, dressed in a jade crown and blue robes, greeted him with a slight bow and said helplessly, “master, why are you troubling her?”
Caught off guard, Wo Jiang awkwardly replied, “Young master, why are you out of seclusion?”
Shaoyou sighed.
“With such a commotion, if I stayed in seclusion any longer, my father would scold me.”
“What commotion?” Wo Jiang was puzzled.
Through the water mirror, everything outside seemed fine.
“Come outside and see.”
Wo Jiang followed Shaoyou out and looked up, his face twitching at the sight.
Across Kunlun’s skies, golden characters floated, formed by immortal energy, reading:
“Young Master Jimo, I was wrong. Please forgive me and meet with me, will you?”
The words carried an air of self-deprecation, as if trying to soothe a temperamental lover rather than an estranged fiancé.
With a wave of his hand, Shaoyou dispersed the golden script.
Wo Jiang hadn’t expected the young miss to be so brazenly clever.
Even Shaoyou, disturbed from his seclusion, couldn’t ignore it.
“Young master, what do you think? Now that the engagement has been annulled, there’s no need for further contact with Kong Sang. The Four Immortal Realms rarely interact and have lived in peace for tens of thousands of years. There’s no need for me to keep prioritizing Kunlun’s interests at the cost of my own feelings.”
Shaoyou’s clean, serene gaze softened as he smiled gently.
“You’re right, Master.”
Wo Jiang sighed.
His young master was perfect in every way, but his tendency to overthink left him living like a man without flesh and blood.
Shaoyou addressed him as “Master,” but Wo Jiang felt unworthy.
Though Shaoyou had only studied divination under him in his youth, he had far surpassed him in both divination and spell.
The realm lord had even found a new teacher for Shaoyou, yet he remained as respectful as ever, treating Wo Jiang with unwavering deference for millennia.
Wo Jiang had watched him grow up, regarding him not only as Kunlun’s future hope but as more precious than his own children.
Shaoyou’s calm, selfless nature worried Wo Jiang.
He wished the young master could be a bit more selfish, less willing to sacrifice for others.
“So, young master, will you meet Liu Shuang?”
Shaoyou thought for a moment and replied, “Let them in. Although the engagement is off, she is still a guest from Kong Sang. My father is on good terms with the Chishui patriarch. Since she claims she’s here to apologize, we can’t let her suffer humiliation in Kunlun.”
“And if she behaves disrespectfully again?”
Shaoyou lowered his gaze, pondered briefly, and said softly, “Master, there’s no need to worry. Kunlun is not a place where anyone can act recklessly.”
Hearing this, Wo Jiang felt reassured.
The young master’s words implied that if Liu Shuang dared to act out again, she would face due consequences.
With a thought, Wo Jiang ordered the peach spirits to open the way.
What a shameless girl, he thought.
She knew their young master had thin skin and still came up with such a stunt!
Liu Shuang wasn’t sure if her plan had worked.
After some time, the peach forest remained silent.
She felt a bit frustrated.
Even making a public spectacle of apologizing to the young master didn’t seem to have any effect.
Bai Zhuixu and the others didn’t know what she had done.
Seeing no reaction from within, Bai Zhuixu tried to comfort her:
“It’s alright. Let me try, Young Miss.”
Unlike Bai Yuxiao’s more aggressive approach of attempting to destroy the peach forest, Bai Zhuixu prepared to forcibly break the formation and move the peach trees aside.
Just as he was about to cast a spell, the peach spirits suddenly parted to either side as if receiving some command.
In unison, they said, “Welcome, Young Miss of the Chishui Clan.”
Bai Yuxiao was puzzled.
“Was it Liu Shuang’s plan that worked, or did these spirits fear my brother?”
“Whatever the reason, let’s go in first,” Liu Shuang said.
She cast a glance at Yan Chaosheng, thinking to herself that the demon lord’s way of coaxing others was truly effective.
As they entered Kunlun, they found that unlike the ethereal elegance of Kong Sang, Kunlun emphasized harmony with nature.
The air was suffused with immortal energy, and countless flowers were in bloom.
Liu Shuang even spotted a nest of little rabbits not far away.
Kunlun must be the most inclusive of all immortal realms.
A guide approached them.
“Young Miss of the Chishui Clan, esteemed Immortal Lords, please follow me.”
After walking for a while, they finally saw the pavilions and towers suspended in the air.
“We’ve arrived. The young master is waiting for you inside. I shall take my leave.”
Truthfully, Liu Shuang felt quite nervous.
What should she say when she met the Kunlun young master?
Should she stick to formalities and directly apologize, or exchange a few polite words first?
Stepping into the pavilion, she rehearsed her apology inwardly, aiming for a humble tone of repentance.
However, when the immortal lord, who had been standing with his back to her, turned around, Liu Shuang froze.
She stared at his face, utterly stunned, and forgot everything she had planned to say.
She had thought her heart was long dead, her chest cold and unfeeling.
Yet, she hadn’t expected it to beat so fiercely again someday.
Almost involuntarily, she ran up to him.
Her lips trembled as she asked, “Is it you? Shaoyou?”
The one she had yearned to see most in her life, whom she had never managed to meet even in death.
One look, spanning a hundred years.
Having died once and lived again, Jimo Shaoyou had become an obsession etched deep in her memory.
Shaoyou turned back with a cold expression.
He had expected to see the same fiery-tempered woman from before.
Instead, she ran up to him, her misty eyes filled with both joy and sorrow, as if she were looking at the most cherished person in the world.
It seemed that in the next moment, she might collapse into his arms and cry in grievance.
Jimo Shaoyou stood there, momentarily stunned.