Escape the Miaojiang Villain - Chapter 17
Chapter 17 : Prophetic Bizarre Dream-The Sacrifice
However, just at this moment, Zhang Haiming on the ground leaped up again.
But before he could attack Lian Jing, a loud explosion erupted in the distance.
Everyone’s attention was drawn over. That direction was Guyue!
Sang Yue and Sang Yu on the stage were filled with shock, immediately leading their people to rush toward that direction. Lian Jing didn’t bother continuing the match either, following along toward that place.
In an instant, this street became incomparably chaotic.
Tu Lingxiang and Huo Xin also followed behind, feeling confused in their hearts about what on earth could have happened at Guyue to make such a noise.
Before long, they arrived at Guyue.
At this moment, it was a scene of utter chaos inside, with no one guarding the gate, so Tu Lingxiang and the others slipped in right behind Sang Yue.
“What happened?” Sang Yue grabbed a servant and asked.
“It’s Baiyue Pool, someone broke into Baiyue Pool without permission.”
“How could it cause such a huge commotion?” That night when Lian Jing fell into Baiyue Pool, he hadn’t made such a loud noise.
Little did she know that Lian Jing’s fall into the water that night was merely intentional, and the injuries on his body were also because he saw Sang Yue coming, deliberately delivering himself into that demon beast’s mouth.
He hadn’t truly angered that demon beast, but today’s intruders had completely and utterly infuriated it.
Their group rushed anxiously toward Baiyue Pool. Before they even drew near, they heard a massive roaring sound.
That was emitted by that demon beast. Standing on the corridor, they saw the stilt house ahead shaken twice from side to side by the demon beast.
Baili Xi charged toward the front, leaping onto Baiyue Pool.
In that clear green pool water, there was a giant water monster. Its body was covered in large black scales, with a thick, plump body, four large feet, round eyes, and two long feelers growing from the top of its head, making it hard to tell what kind of animal it was.
It opened its blood-red mouth, roaring toward the sky. The tender, green branches on the surrounding cliffs trembled from its vibration.
In midair, a middle-aged man dressed in Miao attire was controlling that rampaging demon beast. He was tall and possessed boundless strength.
Lian Jing looked at that man, his gaze darkening. He had finally gotten to see him.
“It’s been several hundred years, and this demon beast hasn’t been this violent.”
Sang Yue stared over there, murmuring under her breath.
Tu Lingxiang hid behind Lian Jing. When she wrote about this demon beast before, she hadn’t felt it was that scary, but why did it look so frightening up close now?
“Father, be careful!” Sang Yue shouted loudly.
Father?
That man over there was the Miao King.
At this moment, the demon beast charged frantically toward the Miao King, Sang Lie.
Baili Xi raised his sword and went up, slashing at the demon beast’s giant claw, saving Sang Lie nearby.
On the corridor ahead, a few people lay on the ground, covered in blood, surrounded by several guards. Presumably, these were the ones who broke into Baiyue Pool without permission.
Sang Yue walked over, and the guards bowed respectfully to her, “Eldest Miss.”
Sang Yue walked up to those people, sized them up for a moment, and asked, “Aren’t you the ones who lost in the previous match? Why did you break into Baiyue Pool?”
Those people looked at each other, but none answered.
Lian Jing stepped forward, “Let me.”
He lifted his long robe, knelt down in front of one person, held that slender Miao sword in his right hand, and stabbed it down toward the back of that person’s hand, looking at him with sinister eyes, “Will you talk or not?”
That person screamed loudly in pain, beads of sweat flowing continuously down his cheeks.
“I see the tendons in your hand seem quite easy to sever. How about I help you cut them?”
“Don’t!” That person stopped him in a high-pitched voice, “We were just dissatisfied in our hearts. Coming all the way to Miaojiang, we didn’t get to hold a beauty, so we thought about coming to search for that treasure.”
The treasure in his mouth was the Paulownia flower mirror.
Lian Jing held the sword and stabbed it down a bit harder with force, asking with a smile, “Is it searching, or stealing?”
“Young Master, spare my life! I’ve said everything I should say…”
Lian Jing asked again, “You were searching for the treasure, so how did you end up searching all the way here at Baiyue Pool?”
“We also stumbled in by mistake. Who would have thought we’d provoke that thousand-year-old demon beast?”
Lian Jing’s gaze turned toward the pool water that was as deep and green as a gemstone, his eyes gradually deepening.
However, right at this moment, a red shadow fell into that green pool, rippling out a giant circle of waves in the water.
That was… Tu Lingxiang!
On the shore, Zhang Haiming curled his lips into a smile.
Like this dead girl, right? Then I’ll send her down to feed the demon beast.
Baili Xi on Baiyue Pool jumped down immediately, and the demon beast also shifted its target, swimming toward the lower depths of the pool water.
Seeing this, Lian Jing also leaped up, jumping into the green pool.
“Young Master?” Huo Xin shouted in surprise.
The injuries on his body hadn’t healed yet, so why did he jump into that demon beast’s territory again?
For saving people, letting Baili Xi go would suffice, so was there any need for him to jump down?
Sang Yue and Sang Yu nearby were equally shocked.
Sang Yue couldn’t care less and jumped down into the pool as well.
Sang Yu stood there stomping her feet, “So should I jump or not?”
She hesitated for a moment, trying to step forward with one leg, but was grabbed hard by Huo Xin, “Are you crazy? Do you think we’re dropping dumplings here?”
After saying that, he jumped into Baiyue Pool himself.
“???”
Sang Yu had a face full of confusion, “You don’t let me jump, but you jump yourself?”
Watching them jump down one by one, Zhang Haiming truly had his eyes opened.
He had merely thrown an insignificant little maidservant down, so why were there so many people following her down?
Tu Lingxiang fell beneath the icy pool water. She had been standing just fine on the corridor when suddenly an invisible force lifted her up and threw her right next to that demon beast.
Fortunately, the demon beast had its mouth closed, otherwise she would have fallen straight into its stomach.
She didn’t know which guy wanted to harm her like this. What kind of feud or hatred did they have?
When that guy Lian Jing saw her fall into the water, he would definitely be delighted, wouldn’t he? Thinking of him laughing at her on the shore right now made her burst with anger.
Fortunately though, she knew a secret, which was that there was actually another world beneath this pool.
As long as she wasn’t eaten by the demon beast, she could survive.
An underwater palace was built beneath this pool, constructed by the Miao King, Sang Lie. As long as she hid there, the demon beast couldn’t enter, and she wouldn’t be bitten to death.
At this moment, she was still quite satisfied with her identity as the author, which could save her life at a critical moment.
The water of Baiyue Pool was thousands of feet deep. As far as the eye could see, there were light green ripples and swaying green grass. Golden light penetrated inside like silk threads, shining upon the underwater world in mottled, breathtaking beauty.
She was like a fish that had fallen into a green dreamland, trying hard to swim toward the direction in her memory. Fortunately, she knew how to swim, otherwise she would only die here today.
Ahead, stones stood erect under the water with water grass climbing along them. She thought to herself that it must be there.
She swam over there, landed on the ground, and walked into the pile of stones. The inside was full of twists and turns, and most of these stones were taller than a person, making it an excellent hiding place.
Walking further inside, a stone door would come into view.
There was a mechanism on the stone door, but since this mechanism was written by her, she was crystal clear on how to open it.
She found a jagged piece of stone on the nearby wall, pressed her hand on it, and turned it half a circle. Subsequently, that tightly closed stone door opened automatically.
She walked inside. Inside was a very spacious main hall. This was an underwater palace built by the Miao King many years ago, but now it became her refuge.
Outside, Lian Jing and Baili Xi jumped into the pool water. Beneath this pool was deeper and wider than imagined.
To find Tu Lingxiang was truly like searching for a needle in an ocean.
“Search separately.”
Baili Xi said a line and swam away.
However, that demon beast didn’t stop.
Perhaps remembering that Lian Jing had been here last time, it attacked Lian Jing again.
Lian Jing had no heart to tangle with it much this time. Breaking free from its claws, he swam toward the deep, dark bottom of the pool.
The demon beast behind pursued him relentlessly, also following toward the bottom of the pool.
Tu Lingxiang stayed in that palace for a very long time.
Sitting leaning against a circular pillar, gradually, she actually started yawning.
Ahead, a person seemed to walk over.
Her eyes were blurry, vaguely seeing a red shadow stepping unhurriedly toward her, a silver-thread red ribbon tied to his high ponytail, and a Puppet Dream Bell jingling at his waist.
“Young Master?”
She rubbed her eyes, unable to believe that Lian Jing would appear here.
That red shadow walked straight toward her. His face became increasingly clear; it really was Lian Jing.
She immediately stood up, ran toward him, and shouted with joy on her face, “Young Master, you came to save me?”
Seeing him appear here, she was inevitably surprised. After all, in his eyes, she was just a dead girl used for torture.
Not worth him jumping down personally to rescue her.
At most, he would just call Huo Xin to save her.
The young man before her maintained a smile on his face throughout.
Opening his thin lips lightly, he said, “Follow me.”
“Okay.”
Tu Lingxiang followed behind him, thinking he was going to lead her out, but the direction he walked was not the one she came from earlier.
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.
However, the person ahead said, “Taking you to a fun place.”
“???”
What fun could there be in this underwater palace?
She followed him through another door in the palace, but didn’t expect to see other people over there.
She was no small amount shocked, murmuring, “How can there still be people inside here?”
She remembered that what she wrote back then was an empty palace.
Lian Jing led her forward continuously. When the people around saw him walking over, they all lowered their heads and bowed to him.
The confusion in Tu Lingxiang’s heart grew deeper and deeper. How did those people know Lian Jing?
Looking closely, they were all dressed in primitive Miao attire, adorned with silver ornaments on their bodies and wrapped in colorful cloth towels on their heads, looking completely like Miao locals.
But how could the Miao people beneath this Baiyue Pool know Lian Jing?
They all called out respectfully, “Young Master.”
Young Master?
Lian Jing was the Young Master of the Demon Realm, but not the Young Master of Miaojiang.
Why did all these Miao people call him Young Master?
Lian Jing led her up the steps. On those three steps was a large sacrificial platform. The stone surface was carved with a complex and mysterious sun god pattern, and Lian Jing’s tall boots stepped right in the center of that sun, like a god looking down upon all living beings.
“Kneel down.”
He spoke harshly, those words directed at her.
“???”
Her face was full of astonishment.
Soon two people came up from below the stage, kicking her legs and forcing her to kneel down.
Lian Jing stood directly in front of her, his entire being exuding an evil aura.
His gaze crossed over her, looking at the crowd gradually gathering below, and said loudly, “Invite the priest.”
Before long, a priest stepped onto the steps with light steps.
Tu Lingxiang looked toward that person, only to discover with astonishment that the person was none other than Sang Yue!
How could she be here too?
What did this mean? How did Sang Yue become a priest?
She rubbed her eyes again. Was all of this real? She wasn’t dreaming, was she?
The girl attended in full attire, wearing a veil over her face, dressed in snow-white Miao clothing stitched with silver thread that outlined fluttering flowers. Bright butterfly silver pieces hung at her waist and neck, and a floral silver hat rested on her head, yet the long hair covered by the silver hat was actually silver-white.
She stood beside Lian Jing, holding a crystal vessel with both hands, her long eyelashes lowered, not looking at her on the ground for even a single glance.
Lian Jing raised his right hand high, and immediately someone handed him a long Miao sword. Holding that cold-glowing long blade, he stepped toward her.
Tu Lingxiang, not understanding what was happening, opened her mouth and shouted, “Young Master?”
Before her doubt could be voiced, Lian Jing stabbed the sword into her chest.
“Ah…” Curved in pain, a trace of fresh blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Looking at the mirror-like blade surface reflecting her own face, that face was filled with astonishment and confusion.
How could Lian Jing…
