Jiang Lianyi

Before coming to the Ancient Realm, Lu Yang never expected that he would encounter so many things during his training trip.

The Ancient Realm of Creation was renowned throughout the Demon Realm. After discussing it with Meng Jingzhou, they decided that since they were already there, it would be a waste not to go. So, led by their third senior sister, they entered the Ancient Realm.

Unexpectedly, I encountered insights left by High Antiquity demons and Ninefold Immortal Cultivation Method here.

The fourth level of the Ancient Creation Realm, a place unknown to the geniuses who have entered the Ancient Realm over the past 300,000 years, a place even the spirit of the secret realm, Luo Hong, is not qualified to set foot in, is welcoming visitors for the first time.

The place was deathly silent, with only the echoing sound of footsteps, as if someone was following behind.

Lu Yang carefully observed the fourth floor. The room was decorated in a low-key yet tasteful manner, suggesting that the owner of the room was a highly cultured senior.

Every decoration in the room exudes a sense of history and extraordinary nature; with Lu Yang's discerning eye, he could only recognize a small portion of their origins.

A stone table carved from the finest Spirit Stone marrow, a jade chair formed from the fusion of the essence of the sun and the essence of the moon, glazed floor tiles refined from special star cores, a Kunlun bronze mirror, an enlightenment teacup, an ever-burning immortal lamp...

These were all things Lu Yang had only seen in his own mental space—the Immortal Fairy would occasionally change the style of her mental space.

When the Immortal Fairy introduced these things to Lu Yang before, Lu Yang's eyes twitched as he listened; the value of these items had exceeded his imagination.

Now that these things are alive and well before my eyes, it's a completely different feeling.

Lu Yang noticed a jade flute hanging on the wall. It was slender and graceful in shape, with exquisite details and lifelike bird and flower patterns, giving people a light and pure feeling.

At the far end of the room, a bed lay across the room, shrouded in a light gauze curtain, through which only a female cultivator could be vaguely discerned lying.

"Fairy, do you remember whose room this is?"

Lu Yang asked in a low voice, worried about disturbing the owner of the room.

"It's Jiang Lianyi."

Jiang Lianyi, a proud princess of the High Antiquity Phoenix Clan, the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan, the wife of the Qilin Immortal, and one of the Ten Beauties of High Antiquity.

Lu Yang paused as he was about to lift the veil, thinking to himself, "As expected." He then lifted the veil and saw a stunningly beautiful woman lying on the bed, dressed in a vibrant red dress, like a ball of flame.

It was none other than the legendary Jiang Lianyi.

Jiang Lianyi was completely lifeless, her lips were pale, her eyes were closed, her expression was peaceful, and her hands were crossed in front of her chest.

"Has she passed away?"

Lu Yang knew the methods ancient cultivators used to fall into a deep sleep. No matter how deeply those cultivators slept, their faint aura could still be sensed, which was completely different from Jiang Lianyi's situation.

His voice trembled, his face filled with disbelief. How could a legendary figure like Jiang Lianyi be dead?

But when Lu Yang thought of the corpse of the Immortal of Time buried beneath the Five Elements Sect, and the old Qiongqi in the black coffin of the Qiongqi Tomb, he had to admit this fact.

The affairs of High Antiquity are shrouded in mystery, and anything could have happened.

All he could do was accept it.

I wonder if the Immortal Fairy can accept it. The Fairy and Jiang Lianyi have a deep and close relationship. Don't be fooled by the Fairy's usual cheerful demeanor; she must be heartbroken at the loss of a friend.

Jiang Lianyi is dead, but what happened to Ao Ling, the ancient ancestor of the Dragon Clan? And what happened to the Qilin Immortal?

Presumably, the other two are not in much better shape either, and it's even possible that all three have perished.

"She's not dead, she's just playing dead."

The Immortal Fairy glanced at Lu Yang, whose expression was complicated as he struggled to accept the news of Jiang Lianyi's passing, and thought to herself, "Why are you cursing her for no reason?"

Lu Yang paused for a moment.

"... Playing dead?"

Fairy, could you have told me sooner? I was sad for nothing.

"You've forgotten the art of feigning death that I taught her. Back then, she wasn't very good at it and screamed in agony from the burns..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

Lu Yang quickly interrupted the Immortal Fairy's recollection; it wasn't a good idea to bring this up in front of her.

The Immortal Fairy stood with her hands on her hips, quite proudly. "My feigning death technique is much more reliable than petty tricks like being frozen. The principle of being frozen is to temporarily slow down time and reduce the rate at which lifespan is lost, but lifespan will still disappear when it's meant to. Maybe some unlucky soul will oversleep and die in their sleep."

"For example, the High Antiquity Emperor Jiang had a lifespan of seventy to eighty thousand years before sealing himself away. Now that he's awakened, he probably only has twenty to thirty thousand years left."

"On the other hand, the art of feigning death is equivalent to death once it is used, so there is no need to worry about running out of lifespan."

How can there be a concept of lifespan depletion in a state of death?

"Make way, I will revive her."

Lu Yang consciously stepped aside, as this matter was beyond the capabilities of the Golden Core Ancestor.

The Immortal Fairy extended her index finger, from which Daoist rhythms flowed. Daoist runes emerged one after another, converging above her head and colliding silently. The collision produced a dazzling light that blinded Lu Yang.

A massive influx of runes surged forth, driving the frenzy to the fingertips.

He gently touched Jiang Lianyi's brow with his index finger, creating invisible ripples, like an invisible wind that caused the light gauze surrounding the bed to flutter, and the stone table, jade chair, and bronze mirror to tremble slightly.

Lu Yang was swept by the ripples, sensing both the essence of death and survival, but upon closer examination, he found nothing at all, which was truly strange.

Jiang Lianyi's face turned from white to red in the blink of an eye, becoming as rosy as a living person. Her long eyelashes trembled, as if she were about to wake up.

"Hmm~~"

Jiang Lianyi gave a lazy "hmm," elegant and languid, just like the Immortal Fairy when she had just woken up.

As Jiang Lianyi came back to life, the entire fourth floor came alive. The stone table, jade chair, and bronze mirror swayed rhythmically, as if dancing, and the jade flute hanging on the wall played a light and cheerful tune... as if cheering and jumping for joy to celebrate its master's awakening.

Jiang Lianyi sat up in bed, her head feeling dizzy. She felt like she had slept for a very, very long time, a time that could be measured in tens of thousands of years, so much so that her memory was somewhat hazy. She kept sorting through her memories in her mind.

She looked around, momentarily forgetting why she had slept there, and why she had woken up now.

Just as she turned her head, a pretty face even more beautiful than hers came closer.

"Lianyi, you're awake?"

The Immortal Fairy crawled to the edge of the bed, getting close to Jiang Lianyi, which really startled her.

When the Immortal Fairy saw Jiang Lianyi awaken, the corners of her mouth turned up, her smile was radiant, and even the corners of her eyes were filled with joy.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Lianyi stared blankly at the Immortal Fairy. She was a dignified half-immortal, yet she hadn't even noticed the other party getting close.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm Huang Doudou, the Immortal Fairy Huang Doudou." The Immortal Fairy introduced herself earnestly.

Jiang Lianyi was a very wary person, but she couldn't muster any wariness towards this suddenly appearing girl.

Two lines of clear tears streamed down Jiang Lianyi's cheeks uncontrollably. She kept wiping away the tears with her wrists, but large drops of tears still flowed down her face, impossible to stop.

Although I was crying, I felt a strange sense of joy inside.

"Strange, why am I crying?"

The second update will be at 11 PM.