17: Chapter 17 Shocking, The Mysterious Gu Sheng

Tianxuan Peak Hall.

The corner of Gu Sheng's mouth curled into an arc.

It's time. Time to fill in the plot holes.

[System Prompt: Host, please speak with caution. The destruction of Xuanming Hall involves multiple top-tier forces in the Beiming Land. Once it is revealed that this shell was salvaged by the System, it will trigger unpredictable karmic backlash.]

"Shut up. Watch me work." Gu Sheng cut off the System's notification sound.

Inside Tingxue Pavilion.

Gu Han picked up the teacup on the table. The cold tea slid down her throat. She set the cup down and looked calmly at Mu Qinghan.

"The rumors are not wrong," Gu Han uttered a few words. "Three hundred years ago, I did indeed die."

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank abruptly. Her breath hitched for three full breaths.

Inside the ring space, Danqingzi suddenly tugged at his beard. Dead? Really dead? Then what is this thing sitting here drinking tea? A ghost cultivator? Possession? None of it was right! The Origin of the Lunar MysteriousChar Body couldn't be faked!

"My Divine Soul dissipated, and my true spirit fell into the void." Gu Han's tone was devoid of any emotion, as if she were speaking of a trivial matter unrelated to herself. "To me, three hundred years were nothing more than an endless dark dream."

Mu Qinghan propped her hands on the table and leaned forward. "Then Sister, now..."

Gu Han raised her eyelids. Her gaze swept past Mu Qinghan, looking toward the distant east outside the window. A complex emotion suddenly welled up in her eyes.

It was absolute awe and fanatical devotion.

This was an emotion Gu Sheng's true body had forcibly simulated at Tianxuan Peak, perfectly presented on the Clone's face through the Divine Soul link.

"It was a Young Master," Gu Han spoke softly.

"Young Master?" Mu Qinghan was stunned.

"He came strolling from the end of the River of Time, tearing through the boundaries of life and death," Gu Han's voice echoed in the room. "He salvaged my dissipated remnant soul from the void and reshaped this Lunar MysteriousChar Body. He forcibly pulled me back to the world of the living from the abyss of death."

Gu Han withdrew her gaze and looked at Mu Qinghan.

"He granted me a new life. My life now was given by him."

Boom!

It was as if Nine Heavens' divine thunder had exploded in Mu Qinghan's mind.

The River of Time? Tearing through the boundaries of life and death? Reshaping a divine body?

How could this be possible!

The old monsters of the Beiming Land couldn't do it, Soul Transformation Stage experts couldn't do it, and even the legendary reclusive Void Refinement Stage or Creation old Immortals could never reverse life and death!

The Laws of the Heavenly Dao are strict. Resurrecting the dead is a forbidden method that touches upon the Immortal Dao Realm!

Inside the black ring, Danqingzi's remnant soul fluctuated violently, nearly dissipating directly.

"Crazy... this world has gone crazy!" Danqingzi roared frantically inside the ring, but not a sound could escape. "During my life, I traveled through the Central State and saw the foundations of countless Immortal Holy Lands. Even top figures at the Mahayana Stage can only struggle to survive using life-extending divine medicines. Who could pull someone whose Divine Soul was completely destroyed out of the River of Time? What exactly is this Young Master's Realm? A Quasi-Emperor? Or... a true Great Emperor?!"

Su Qianxue didn't understand the River of Time at all, but she understood the shock of Mu Qinghan and the old man in the ring.

Even an Immortal-like figure like Sister Gu, who could kill those at the Golden Core Stage at will, a peerless Prodigy that even the Saintess of the Ice Spirit Sect had to bow down to, was actually just a servant saved by that "Young Master" on a whim?

Just what kind of magnificent existence was that Young Master?

[Ding.]

[The Destined Daughter Su Qianxue's worldview has been extremely shocked; she has developed extreme awe for the host's fictional identity.]

[destiny points +1500.]

[The important plot character Mu Qinghan has lost her composure; her fate trajectory has undergone a major shift.]

[destiny points +2000.]

[Current Destiny Point balance: 7,100 points.]

Gu Sheng almost laughed out loud in the Tianxuan Peak Hall. This wave of making something out of nothing was a huge profit.

Inside Tingxue Pavilion.

Mu Qinghan forcibly suppressed the churning True Qi in her body. She swallowed hard, her voice dry.

"Sister... what is that Young Master's honorable name?"

Gu Han stood up. She walked to the window, her back to everyone.

"His surname is Gu," Gu Han slowly uttered two words. "His given name is Sheng. Gu Sheng."

Mu Qinghan repeated the name three times in her heart. Gu Sheng. She had never heard this name in the Beiming Land. It didn't seem to exist in the Central State either. Such a person must be a supreme taboo hidden within the long River of Time.

"Then Sister's current cultivation..." Mu Qinghan asked again.

"This shell was just reshaped by the Young Master," Gu Han turned around. "My cultivation needs to start from scratch. However, with the Lunar Origin, returning to my Peak is only a matter of time."

Mu Qinghan suddenly understood. No wonder her sister's cultivation was only at the Qi Refinement Stage, yet her spiritual power purity was frighteningly high.

"Where is Young Master Gu now?" Mu Qinghan stood up, her expression solemn. "He saved Sister, so he is a great benefactor of our Ice Spirit Sect. Qinghan is willing to exhaust the Sect's resources to repay the Young Master's kindness!"

Gu Sheng curled his lip on his true body's side. He didn't care for the Ice Spirit Sect's foundation, but he needed a powerful enforcer in the Beiming Land.

"The Young Master is in the Eastern Desolation," Gu Han's tone was flat. "Piaomiao Holy Land, Tianxuan Peak."

Mu Qinghan frowned slightly. The Eastern Desolation? Piaomiao Holy Land? That was a top-tier force in the Eastern Desolation, but in the context of the entire cultivation world, it wasn't considered the very best. Why would such a supreme being condescend to stay there?

"A true hermit hides in the city," Gu Han seemed to see through her confusion. "The Young Master's arrangements are not for us to speculate. He left me in Beiming for his own reasons."

Mu Qinghan immediately lowered her head. "Qinghan has overstepped."

She took a step forward. "Since Sister's cultivation has not yet recovered, someone must protect your path. Qinghan is willing to stay in Xueluo City and guard Sister's side without leaving for a moment!"

"Nonsense," Gu Han scolded coldly.

Mu Qinghan's body stiffened.

"You are the Saintess of the Ice Spirit Sect. Instead of remaining in the Sect for secluded cultivation, you've come here to be someone's guard?"

"Go back to the Ice Spirit Sect," Gu Han commanded. "Restrain your people. Not a single word about what happened in Xueluo City is to be leaked. As for Qi Shan's arm, he brought it upon himself."

"Yes." Mu Qinghan did not dare to argue.

Inside Tingxue Pavilion.

The frost in the teacup was still quietly spreading.

Mu Qinghan stood up straight.

She did not turn and leave immediately.

The pressure belonging to the Golden Core Peak had long since been completely retracted.

At this moment, she looked more like a worried Junior.

"Sister Qingxue."

Mu Qinghan spoke again.

These four words were exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Seeing that you are safe and sound, Qinghan should have returned to the Sect immediately."

She paused.

"But there is one matter that Qinghan must report immediately."

Gu Han sat on a red sandalwood chair.

Her plain white dress cascaded onto the floor.

Her bare feet rested on the bluestone tiles covered in a thin layer of ice.

"Speak."

Mu Qinghan took half a step forward.

"Half a month ago."

"The Tianyan Sect of the Central State suddenly rang the zhentian bell."

"A full nine times."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop even lower.

Su Qianxue, standing in the corner, didn't understand at all.

What was the Tianyan Sect?

And what was the zhentian bell?

But Danqingzi, hidden in the black ring, was in an uproar.

His remnant soul was crashing around frantically in the small space.

"Nine rings of the zhentian bell!"

"Those old charlatans from the Tianyan Sect are really putting their lives on the line!"

"This is a level of alarm only sounded for a world-ending catastrophe or the birth of a peerless Immortal Treasure!"

Danqingzi tugged at his already sparse beard.

"The Central State is about to face a great upheaval!"

Mu Qinghan didn't know there was an old ghost going crazy inside the ring.

She continued her report.

"The Grand Elder of the Tianyan Sect exhausted a thousand years of Lifespan to forcibly deduce the heavenly secrets."

"In the end, only one prophecy was obtained."

"Xuanming Hall has appeared in the Far North Icefield."