Yanqin didn't suspect anything.I turned around to start cooking. My brother said in a sinister tone, “Little Qiao has gone bad now! You don’t know anything, do you Just agreed to her”"Huh Little Qiao...The witch seemed more lenient towards Mu Wanchen, perhaps because she considered him one of her own, while we were always outsiders.

Distant, the clouds on the horizon roiled wildly, a mirage dragon defeated, its form disappearing. Its breath formed towers and pavilions. From afar, we saw a fairy mountain appear in mid-air, supporting the sky shrouded by clouds and the earth filled with gloomy miasma.

Among the mountains, there appears a dragon-like shape. The entire sky seems like a vast stage curtain, dreamy and unreal, blurring the lines between light and dark, with no visible city walls.

A scene of utter chaos.

A blue bird carries on its back a large tortoise bearing a seat, and willow branches hang with curtains.

A hand slowly reached out from within the curtains.

The witch's hands were slender and adorned with layers of antique jewels. She gave a frail handshake, her long nails fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her slender fingers spread, and a white sphere of light gathered in her palm, drawing the wind around it.

The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and I started to shiver uncontrollably. The cold crept into my skin, but my eyes were fixed on the witch doctor, unable to look away.

Mu Wanchen immediately pulled me into his embrace. His cool skin transmitted warmth to me.

Something cold and slightly icy landed on my face.

The sky was actually falling with tiny snowflakes.

The witch's fingers suddenly clenched, forcefully "squeezing" the light orb in her hand.

The air hung still for a moment, then snowflakes began to fall gently.

Not only was it snowing on the cliffs where we stood, but also across the entire landscape as far as the eye could see.

Just now, the sky was painted with a breathtaking sunset, bathed in hues of crimson and gold. Suddenly, it transformed into a scene of swirling snowflakes blanketing the land.

The breath of the distant sea serpent encountered a sudden change in temperature and quickly dissipated.

As I recall, science explains mirages as an optical refraction phenomenon closely related to weather and climate. They mostly occur in summer and rainy seasons and are more common in coastal areas.

This is probably one of the reasons why the mirage will appear here, related to the season and location, plus the attraction of the breath of life...

The witch may not have understood our modern "scientific explanations," but she knew that changing the weather could make mirages disappear, forcing the mirage dragon to stay hidden. This change in climate would force the mirage dragon to find a more suitable place to dwell.

With just a wave of her hand, she could change the landscape.

This land belongs to her, the cities belong to her, and this nation belongs to her.

We had a falling out here, it served no purpose.

Most fairy dwellings, with their magical landscapes, are used for the practitioner's own cultivation and dwelling or for teaching and imparting Buddhist teachings to disciples.

The ten witches of Ke Ling Shan did not conjure up scenic views. They desired the vastness of the primordial wilderness.

I want the Nine States and the Four Seas.

I want exotic flowers and strange grasses, rare birds and beasts. I want people from a thousand countries and all kinds of creatures.

The outcasts of the world, those who cannot be proven through scripture, are all accepted here.

This is the world they govern.

Snowflakes swirled, obscuring the Netherworld.

Mu Wanchen led me through the desolate city.

An army arrived outside the city. It was led by Beidang Xi, who had come to investigate after seeing a strange celestial phenomenon.

We entrusted the townspeople to him, and he gladly agreed.

There is no other reason. Under the rule of the Shaman, war and killing are meaningless, as is the conquest of territory. The existential crisis has been minimized by the Shaman, and everything here ultimately belongs to the Shaman's control.

I saw with my own eyes stars glimmer and flare from the witch's staff, dissolving into the wind and snow.

She lowered her gaze to look at Mu Wanchen, her veil fluttering in the cold wind, obscuring her features but revealing a glimpse of her delicate outline.

Leaders of the Wu tribe dislike showing their faces. It was likely due to a desire to maintain mystery in ancient times, and over time it became a habit.

Masks can conceal a lot of emotions.

It can also allow oneself to escape many emotions.

Mu Wanchen was just like that.

" … It's cold, isn't it You seem a little dazed. " Mu Wanchen reached out and brushed the snowflakes from my hair.

"What should we do now" I didn't know if I should urge Mu Wanchen to leave with me.

Things don't look good.

"...She has returned her soul, and I should keep my promise. Let's go to Xianshan together and pay respects to the ancestor. It would be beneficial for you as well..." Mu Wanchen comforted me in a low voice.

"What's in it for me" I scoffed. "All I ask is that my son, and I, can live peacefully, far away from all this commotion. We just want to live our own simple lives."

He smirked and pinched my cheek: "Of course, when the chaos subsides, it'll be us, side by side, living a simple life."

The witch turned her face to us from afar. I glanced back at the bewildered little boy and whispered, “Shall we go to Xianshan first She promised to cure the ominous miasma from King Ji Dou's body, then we can slip away.”

The little boy smacked his lips and said, "… It would be best if it could be cured, so that Jie Du Xingjun wouldn't have to go back to the celestial realm like this and be interrogated and punished. However… wouldn't he be stuck on Mount Xian if he went there"

Our voices were low, but not a word escaped the Witch's ears. She let out a cold snort and said: "Why did I keep you on Xiashan I don't have any spare palaces to house you wandering immortals and gods. This Ji Du Xingjun has helped me a little after all, healing him evens things out between us. Well then, be off. If there's anything to discuss, we can talk about it in Xiashan."

Did I help

Many messengers surrounded us, their eyes fixed intently on the white bird's back on our table.

That nine-tailed fox demon seemed a little anxious. I whispered to Mu Wanchen, "Can we take her with us She saved me just now with her tail..."

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Take him. You also need someone to wait on you."

The witch was not at all concerned with such trifles. Her blue bird had already turned around, and the people surrounding her also climbed onto the back of the white bird.

We trailed behind, a line of us seeming to sit on clouds.

The fairy mountain was not in "the heavens," but a majestic, towering mountain that stretched endlessly from earth to sky.

Like a celestial pillar or a barrier, the mountain halfway up was shrouded in mist and clouds. The peaks above seemed to swallow and exhale clouds.

Everywhere one looks, there are fragrant flowers and grasses, towering ancient trees.

Clouds brushed past his face, and snow began to fall here as well.

The changed celestial phenomenon couldn't be reverted in a short while. Mu Wanchen whispered to me that this kind of weather might last for another two or three days. If it got cold, he would go and pull the nine-tailed fox's tail again to keep me warm.

"No, no, no... That's someone's tail!" I said helplessly. "I feel guilty even if I pull out one strand..."

"He'll grow it back in time, he just needs a little while. A fox demon who has lived for so many years wouldn't worry about his tail. Even if he couldn't regrow it, he could just grow a new one." Mu Wanchen didn't take it seriously.

That's not something you can just decide to do on a whim.

Mu Wanchen didn't like this nine-tailed fox demon, but the nine-tailed fox demon liked following him. Half of it was to be a spy for the shaman, and half... probably because he liked Mu Wanchen.

I touched my chin and looked at my king, he really has good eyesight. This man is a hidden gem! He doesn't flaunt himself, but he has looks, a great figure, is warm and gentle, and incredibly respectable. He doesn't attract bees and butterflies...

I'm feeling a little bit euphoric. It's wonderful!

Right now, sitting on the back of a white bird, Mu Wanchen sat behind me, holding me tightly. I wasn't panicked anymore and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly does the Shaman want you to agree to"

“Huh” Mu Wanchen lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing my forehead. “ … She hopes I can drink the fairy brew and manage the Ghost Realm’s Yin extreme here, and by the way, marry several more concubines to continue the bloodline.”

I... damn!!d. All I heard were terms like "Taoist healers," "corpse poison," "yin toxins," "soul binding," "shock aversion," "evil dispelling," and "auspicious dispersal." ...My elders studied both Taoism and me...