Chapter 4: Happiness has truly come too suddenly
Murong Kunpeng recalled what Senior Sister Wang had previously mentioned about the coexistence of the Dan Sect and the Xuan Sect beneath the Danxuan Palace. Since he is the fairy of the Dan Sect and the robe only features embroidered cauldrons, it may be inferred that the fragrant girl intertwined with swords on the cauldron is a disciple of the Xuan Sect
Only then did Xin'er chant incantations, and the small pagoda suddenly lit up, with each layer's doors and windows emanating a faint green glow
Murong Kunpeng's gaze involuntarily followed upward, and by the time the ghost soldier finally stopped growing, the back of Murong Kunpeng's head was nearly touching his spine
Daring not to entertain even the slightest thought of arrogance, Xin'er cautiously stole glances at Murong Kunpeng while commanding the ghost soldiers to act on their own.
Is this the ghost soldier
Just a moment ago, he was pinching her little face, yet who would have thought that such a silly and adorable little grump could actually command a fierce ghost
Am I dreaming?
On the left chest of the Taoist robes and the flowing garments, there seems to be an emblem embroidered in the shape of a furnace tripod. Some of these tripods are made of pitch-black iron, some are bright white silver, and others feature two crossed precious swords on the outer side of the tripod, the meaning of which remains unclear
As Murong Kunpeng gazed at the dark silhouette, it was akin to viewing flowers in the fog, lacking clarity; he could only vaguely discern from the contours of the man's features that he was a rugged giant.
Murong Kunpeng was momentarily taken aback, having long since concluded that he was dreaming. He was not surprised by the appearance of the ghostly figure; rather, he was astonished to see Xin'er, who had just been timid and cautious before him, now seemingly transformed into a different person. Her brows danced with excitement, and her spirit was vibrant, as if everything were under her control, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.
On the road, Murong Kunpeng also saw other cultivators. The male cultivators were all dressed in elegant and appropriate Daoist robes, while the female cultivators showcased their graceful figures in various colorful garments. However, whether wearing Daoist robes or colorful garments, they all shared a common characteristic:
Overcome with excitement, her eyes involuntarily filled with tears, her small fists clenched tightly in front of her chest, her petite and delicate body twisting uncontrollably, and her finely sculpted little face flushed like a ripe apple
Whether it is the furnace cauldron or the treasured sword, both are intricately embroidered with a profound spirit. It seems as if sparks are bursting forth from the furnace cauldron, while the treasured sword appears to be glimmering with sharp brilliance
Although it was quite miraculous, Murong Kunpeng, having preconceived notions, believed he was dreaming and did not feel that anything was amiss
It is indeed strange; he seems to be walking on air, yet he strides swiftly on this steep mountain, as if the sheer vertical cliffs are as flat as the ground beneath his feet
As Xin'er waited for Murong Kunpeng to finish off the ghost, she gently shook the small pagoda in her hand. The enormous ghost soldier instantly transformed into a cloud of black smoke and flew back into the small pagoda. Then, with great anticipation, she opened her bright, sparkling eyes wide and eagerly looked at Murong Kunpeng
It seems that the furnace cauldron represents the Danxuan Palace, but why do I only have the furnace cauldron, while Xin'er has two additional precious swords?
"Fairy, please summon the ghost." Murong Kunpeng suddenly heard Xin'er’s weak voice. He came back to his senses and realized that the ghost soldier had already stopped in front of a cave. Xin'er had safely landed long ago and was carefully observing his expression.
Murong Kunpeng confirmed repeatedly that the ghost soldier's feet maintained a distance of about three inches from the ground at all times. What was described as running was, in fact, more akin to gliding, and soon he descended from the dark mountain.
The ghostly soldier effortlessly held a person in one hand, as if he were merely carrying two feathers. He fixed his gaze on a certain direction and took off at a swift pace.
Meanwhile, the copper bells hanging at the eaves began to ring with a "dingling" sound, which was very crisp yet not at all pleasant to the ears, instead evoking a sense of unease and chill.
Murong Kunpeng did not see Xin'er give any instructions to the ghost soldier, nor did she provide any guidance on the route. However, the ghost soldier seemed to have a navigation system installed in his head, as he traversed the mountains without the slightest hesitation and skillfully ascended a great mountain.
Xiner lifted the hem of her skirt with her small hands, tiptoeing like a little white rabbit as she jumped up, turning back with a proud smile at Murong Kunpeng: Come and praise me, come and praise me!
He looked at Xin'er again. Xin'er was wearing a dress of goose yellow, and on the left side of the dress's chest was embroidered a palm-sized cauldron, which was a pitch-black iron cauldron. On the outer side of the cauldron were crossed two precious swords, their blades constantly flashing with dazzling cold light
The crimson glow reflected above the furnace made Murong Kunpeng astonished as he noticed that it was continuously leaping and flickering
Happiness has truly come too suddenly
Murong Kunpeng originally intended to adopt an attitude of "If my heart is as clear as ice, I will not be alarmed even if the sky falls." However, upon seeing Xin'er’s pitiful little appearance, as if she had never been praised in her life, Murong Kunpeng's heart softened... After all, loli is justice
The burly man towered a whole head above Murong Kunpeng, clad in tattered armor and wielding a jagged broadsword. He exuded an imposing presence, brimming with murderous intent, resembling a battle-hardened veteran who had slaughtered countless foes on ancient battlefields
The ghost soldier had already placed his large hand firmly on the ground, and Murong Kunpeng stepped forward, landing steadily as if descending a staircase
According to Murong Kunpeng's estimation, the ghost soldier is approximately five meters tall at this moment. It is worth noting that an adult African elephant has a shoulder height of only about three to four meters. One can imagine the visual impact brought by this ghost soldier is truly astonishing, standing there like a black iron tower
Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke drifted out from a window on a certain floor, and after the smoke settled on the ground, it transformed into a pitch-black figure
With a delicate hand, she gently rubbed Xin'er’s bun, and Murong Kunpeng raised an eyebrow: "Keep it up, I have high hopes for you!"
Xin'er recited a couple of lines, then pointed at the ghost soldier, who began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye
So fast? Murong Kunpeng was very surprised; he had just lost his focus and had already arrived at another mountain. However, since it was a dream, there was no need to concern himself with any sense of reason.
Xin'er was almost overwhelmed to the point of fainting by this sudden surge of immense happiness. Her small brows, which would habitually furrow, now arched up like two little swords, and her large eyes were filled with disbelief and unexpected joy.
The ghostly soldier knelt on one knee before Xin'er, resembling a towering mountain leaning towards a precious pillar, as if he shared a telepathic connection with her. Without the need for any command from Xin'er, he voluntarily extended a pair of hands that were two sizes larger than a washbasin.
Murong Kunpeng is very hurt: So I suppose this is how my life will be, even in my own dreams, I can only quietly watch others show off
Murong Kunpeng looked at the emerald green robe on himself and indeed saw a palm-sized silver furnace on his left chest
Murong Kunpeng, with a gloomy expression, stepped onto another large hand, while Xin'er, initially excited like a child waiting for adult praise, became tense upon seeing Murong Kunpeng's expression of "the baby feels wronged but won't say it"