Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 227 - 32: Is Mo Xiaolan a Descendant of Zhenyang?

Chapter 227: Chapter 32: Is Mo Xiaolan a Descendant of Zhenyang?

March in the spring.

Small bridge over running water, willows hanging by the riverside.

The sunlight soft and gentle, casting on a face delicate and pretty, reflecting a bright scene of spring.

A woman in a plain long robe, hair tied in a single ponytail, carrying a flower basket, steps onto the small bridge.

Her brows and eyes are like a painting, with a slight smile at the corners of her lips, carrying a bit of heroism, standing on the bridge with a graceful figure.

Men passing by can’t help but take a few more looks at her, their eyes showing amazement.

A few bold ones, relying on their status as one of the few late-period Qi Cultivation practitioners in town, already approach her with malicious smiles.

"Fellow cultivator, would you be my companion? I’ll make you very comfortable."

One of them eyes the woman up and down, not hiding the desire in his eyes.

The woman turns around, her side face illuminated by the sunlight, even more radiant and heroic, but her face reveals a sneer:

"You are not worthy."

"What did you say?!" The few men’s faces turned ugly, about to make a move, when suddenly someone stepped forward standing in front of the woman:

"We righteous cultivators should eliminate the strong and support the weak, uphold justice. With such despicable deeds, how do you have the face to cultivate?"

This man, wearing a Taoist robe, his hair tied neatly, with a face full of righteousness, blocks in front of the woman, exuding an air of challenge as if saying "who else but me".

However, in the next moment, the man was knocked to the ground by the few loose cultivators.

"With such meager cultivation and you dare to act out?"

"Courting death!"

"Waste his Spirit Field!"

The three sneered, about to strip the man of his power, when suddenly a few lotus petals drifted up from the flowing water under the bridge, glided past them.

Their movements suddenly froze, expressions on their faces stiffen, as if turned into statues.

The man beaten on the ground, covered in blood, stood up, still loudly saying:

"Righteousness is assisted by the heavens; your evil actions today have already angered the Heavenly Dao, you... "

"Fellow cultivator, you’re injured, I have pills at home, please come with me."

The heroic yet lovely woman gently spoke to him.

"Thank you, fellow cultivator, I’m fine, huh?"

The man, before he finished speaking, found himself walking with the woman involuntarily.

He was amazed, the woman already leading him off the stone bridge, onto a small boat by the riverside.

The woman sat in the boat, the man stood on the shore watching her, the woman turned back to smile:

"My home is just across the river. Friend, I appreciate your help, just wish to heal your wounds, there’s nothing else."

The woman’s smile like gentle rippling waves, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment.

The man boarded the boat, the woman took up the oar, gently paddling, her red lips slightly parted, singing an unknown ballad:

"March stands by the bridge, admiring lotus, longing for the gentleman’s affection. The small boat goes home with the current, spring wind, willows embrace love."

The woman’s brows and eyes heroic, yet her voice gentle and melodious, intoxicated the man’s mind.

Even the few cultivators standing stiff on the bridge suddenly got their bodies shattered into pieces causing a fierce scream around, went unnoticed.

"Fellow cultivator, how are there lotuses in March?"

When the woman finished singing, he couldn’t help but ask.

The woman paddled the oar, water murmuring, little boat drifting, she smiled at him:

"There just were, didn’t you see them?"

The man scratched his cheek, clasping his hands:

"Fellow cultivator, may I ask your name?"

The woman set down the paddle, smoothing the slightly messy strands of hair on her forehead, clasped her hands:

"Sheng Tanglian."

"Spring meets summer, Tanglian blooms." The man praised: "Good name."

He wore a smile, his voice clear and bright:

"I am Zhenyang."

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, the light dimmed.

The light curtain showing images of the past disappeared.

"Sheng Tanglian?! Zhenyang?!"

"Could it be the Colorful Bones of the two?"

Liu Su exclaimed, Si Minglan also was dumbfounded.

"Could it be the ancestor of Zhenyang Sect, Zhenyang, and Cyan Lotus Sect leader Sheng Tanglian?"

"No, Sheng Tanglian was killed by Zhenyang, it’s possible her Colorful Bone remained. But the ancestor Zhenyang ascended, how can there be a Colorful Bone left?"

Colorful Bone retains the aura and memory of the great power before their death, sometimes manifests scenes of their deepest memories carved during life, just like earlier.

The scene in the light curtain was clearly when Sheng Tanglian and Zhenyang first met.

Back then, Zhenyang was just a low cultivation loose cultivator, while Sheng Tanglian’s Tanglian Technique was already superb.

The difference between them vast as the sky and earth, yet why was Sheng Tanglian so gentle to Zhenyang?

As everyone was surprised and perplexed, the two intersecting Colorful Bones in mid-air separated, turned into two rainbows, swiftly flew towards Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan.

Qiu Zhihe slightly raised her hand, grabbing hold of one Colorful Bone, taking a closer look, it shaped like a lotus flower.

Mo Xiaolan subconsciously reached out and caught the other, glancing down to see, shaped like the begonia.

"Colorful Bone recognizing master?"

Si Minglan watched in amazement.

Though strange, Colorful Bones left behind by great powers rarely possess intelligence.

Only a few Colorful Bones by chance retain a bit of the intelligence of the prior great power.

But the retained intelligence is very limited, only including some instinctive actions without any conscious mind.

Such as the current circumstance of Colorful Bones actively recognizing masters, is indeed extremely rare.

Fang Xue recalled records about Colorful Bones learned at the Cultivator Spiritual Institute:

"Colorful Bone recognition, perhaps because the person recognized has a deeply significant connection to the original master, either through blood or cultivation technique origin."

Qiu Zhihe holding the Colorful Bone, mildly said: "There’s also the possibility, the Colorful Bone’s spiritual power is surging, urgently needing release, hence randomly choosing a master."

Five hundred years ago, the Cyan Lotus Sect leader’s Colorful Bone chose her, how would Qin Gengyun think?

Would he suspect her identity?

Fang Xue stunned for a moment, nodded: "Sister Qiu is right, there’s indeed this possibility as well."

While they were discussing, Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan’s Colorful Bones suddenly dimmed, the light faded away, turning into ordinary bones.

"What is going on?"

Everyone was stunned, never having heard of such a situation.

Mo Xiaolan pondered, passing the Colorful Bone to Qiu Zhihe: "This Colorful Bone must have no fate with me, you and Qin Gengyun are loving couple, it’s best you both hold one, considering it a token of trust between spouses."

Qiu Zhihe shook her head: "The Colorful Bone chose you, it’s yours, whether it’s Sheng Tanglian or Zhenyang, cannot refuse, cannot evade."

Mo Xiaolan was silent for a moment, nodded: "I understand."

Liu Su beside was watching, laughing secretly.

Saintess now speaks seriously, but was so tense earlier, afraid her husband might discover her cultivation origin shared with Sheng Tanglian.

Yet Mo Xiaolan was quite peculiar, resembling the Divine Statue in the temple.

Colorful Bone also chose her.

This rival of Saintess seemingly isn’t simple.

Just uncertain if the Colorful Bone she holds is Cyan Lotus Sect leader Sheng Tanglian’s or that scoundrel Zhenyang’s?

Wait, Saintess practices the Cyan Lotus Sect cultivation technique, the bone choosing her naturally belongs to Sheng Tanglian.

Mo Xiaolan is definitely holding the scoundrel Zhenyang’s!

So, Mo Xiaolan is Zhenyang’s descendant?