Evil Spirit Master Four Emperor Spirit Pearl

Author: Fu Chenyao
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: "Master!" Looking at the silent Wang You, Tie Xiu's hands unconsciously clenched into fists tightly behind her back. With a sound of "," she kowtowed and pleaded earnestly, "I beg Master to grant me this favor!" Elder Wang You hurriedly rose from his meditation seat and silently helped his kneeling disciple up. Seeing the bright eyes brimming with tears, he sighed softly, "It is not that Master is unwilling to grant it, but rather, this matter is of great significance, beyond the power of Master alone to resolve." Tie Xiu's eyes flickered, and she said urgently, "Then the disciple will go and beg Elder Lang and Elder Biyang!"
"Tie Xiu!" Elder Wang You stopped the disciple who was about to rush out, and said in a warm voice, "The Four Emperor's Spirit Pearl is a gift from the third-generation Ming Emperor and is revered as the treasured heirloom of Zhu Yan, passed down through generations." She paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and then continued, "In my opinion, the only solution now is to wait until tomorrow's Literary Convention, when the Wall Immortal emerges from seclusion, and then go before him to beg. Everything depends on the Wall Immortal's decision."
" Literary Convention?" Tie Xiu was still lost in thought. Elder Wang You gently brushed away the sand and grass particles clinging to Tie Xiu's clothes, her movements soft and loving. "Just one day, can't you wait?" Suddenly, Tie Xiu's eyes grew red, she bit her lower lip, and nodded. Elder Wang You gently chided her a few more times, and Tie Xiu then left Wuxian Lodge, walking slowly along the path lined with purple bamboo.
The warm March breeze swept past the treetops, brushing against her face, carrying a hint of gentle moisture. Tie Xiu felt a bit lost. She didn't understand why the Four Emperor's Spirit Pearl, originally a gift from the royal family, would require such a fuss to be reclaimed now.
Lost in thought, she unknowingly left the Elder's Office and arrived at the True Martial Arena. Suddenly, a woman's sharp scream pierced the air, followed by a chorus of panicked shouts. Tie Xiu's heart jumped. "Something's happened?" Identifying the direction from which the shouts came, she formed a spell and flew swiftly toward Chongwu Hall.
In the distance, she saw the side gate of Chongwu Hall open, and two figures in crimson robes drifted out, walking side by side, occasionally talking. "Sister Guorong, Sister Qingyu." Tie Xiu called out to them.
"Sister Tie Xiu!" They were clearly delighted. Guorong, with her hair styled in a cloud-like coiffure, joyfully ran forward and tugged at Tie Xiu's sleeve, then pouted and complained, "When did you come back? You didn't even tell us!"
Tie Xiu smiled gently, "I just arrived! Just saw the Master and was about to look for you. By the way, I heard shouting here at the arena earlier—what happened?"
Tie Xiu looked up at Chongwu Hall, her voice filled with confusion.
"What else?" Qingyu scoffed disdainfully, "It's because some uninvited guest has arrived."
"Uninvited guest?" Tie Xiu raised her eyebrows. "Who?"
Guorong gently tugged at Tie Xiu's sleeve. "Sister, it's Elder Zhenling who's here."
"Zhenling, Dongmu Zhenling?!" Tie Xiu's voice turned cold, her brows slanted sharply as she growled, "That flower butterfly Dongmu Zhenling is back to show off his charm at Zhu Yan?"
Qingyu retorted furiously, "