2143 Settled Dust
"Princess Meng Yao, let me help you!"
Perfected Immortal Jing Yue stood out.
However, the moment he moved, he felt a chill envelop him.
The Ice Butterfly circled around Fairy Mo Qing and glared at him with strong hostility, emitting a cold aura.
He had some grudges with this Ice Butterfly in the past.
Right now, the Ice Butterfly had already targeted him!
If a huge battle were to break out, it would already be extremely fortunate if he could break free from the Ice Butterfly, let alone help the Zither Immortal.
Clang!
Suddenly, Meng Yao smiled and plucked the strings gently with her fingertips. However, there was no killing intent. Instead, it was pleasant to the ears like the sound of flowing water.
The tension on the battlefield dissipated significantly.
"Since you're so insistent, Sister Mo Qing, I won't fight you,"
Meng Yao smiled gently. "We've known each other for many years. There's no need for us to fight over such a small matter and become a joke."
"However, although you can protect the two of them for now, you can't protect them forever."
With that said, Meng Yao put away her zither and turned to leave.
Since it was useless to stay here, there was no need to waste time.
There was still a long way to go—the grudge today had already been formed and there would definitely be a chance to kill Yang Ruoxu and Su Zimo in the future!
Prince Yuan Zuo was indignant.
When Meng Yao appeared, her might was unparalleled and everyone avoided her; they almost managed to capture Su Zimo alive.
Unexpectedly, the situation stabilized once more after the arrival of the Painting Immortal.
Now, even Meng Yao was about to leave.
Meng Yao's departure meant that no one could stop Su Zimo from joining Heaven and Earth Academy.
At that time, with the backing of Heaven and Earth Academy, it would be a hundred or a thousand times more difficult for him to attack Su Zimo!
"Sister Meng Yao, are you leaving just like that?"
Prince Yuan Zuo could not help but call out, "Su Zimo is extremely detestable. He actually slandered us and said that the two of us had…"
"Shut up!"
Meng Yao's expression darkened as she hollered. Waving her sleeves in reverse, she struck Prince Yuan Zuo on the chest.
Bang!
The terrifying power of a Perfected Immortal's attack caused Prince Yuan Zuo's body to explode instantly, turning into a blood mist!
Many cultivators were dumbfounded when they saw that.
Nobody expected Zither Immortal Meng Yao to be so ruthless to her younger brother!
That tremendous power that destroyed Prince Yuan Zuo's body was even enough to kill his Essence Spirit!
At the side, Perfected Immortal Jing Yue's expression changed starkly as he hurried to save Prince Yuan Zuo's Essence Spirit.
The loss of the physical body was not fatal for Heaven Immortals.
As long as there was a drop of blood, his body could be reconstructed.
However, the destruction of an Essence Spirit was equivalent to death!
"Princess, please calm down!"
Perfected Immortal Jing Yue looked at Meng Yao who had a cold expression and said hurriedly, "His Highness Yuan Zuo was unrestrained in his words and indeed deserves punishment. However, no matter what, he's still the son of King Jin. Please show mercy, princess."
Although Prince Yuan Zuo's Essence Spirit was saved by Perfected Immortal Jing Yue, he was completely stunned at that moment.
The reason why he said that earlier on was because he wanted to agitate Meng Yao further so that she could continue attacking, even if it meant fighting the Painting Immortal.
However, he could not understand why Meng Yao nearly killed him because of that sentence!
Su Zimo was the one who said that. Even if she wanted to kill, Meng Yao should have dealt with Su Zimo. Why would she look for him?
Although Prince Yuan Zuo was at a loss, as a bystander, Su Zimo understood everything clearly.
Meng Yao had two motives for doing this.
Firstly, it was to vent her anger.
She did not manage to achieve her goal when she arrived this time round. Instead, she was slandered by Su Zimo. Naturally, she was pissed and had nowhere to vent the anger in her heart.
Secondly, she wanted to prove her innocence.
Since Su Zimo said that she was involved with Prince Yuan Zuo, she would kill him and use the blood of her younger brother to prove her innocence!
Through his two interactions with the Zither Immortal, Su Zimo had a rough judgment of Meng Yao.
Although this fairy looked beautiful on the surface, she was truly vicious on the inside.
She did not care about the lives of others, even her younger brother!
She could resort to any means to achieve her goals!
"How ruthless! Prince Yuan Zuo was almost beaten to death!"
"I reckon that the two of them are definitely not Dao companions. Otherwise, how could she be so ruthless to her Dao companion?"
The crowd discussed.
When Meng Yao saw that she had achieved her goal, she could not be bothered to attack anymore. She turned to look at Fairy Mo Qing, Yang Ruoxu and Su Zimo before turning to leave.
Fairy Mo Qing's expression softened and she heaved a sigh of relief.
She truly did not want to fight or kill anyone.
She liked solitude and was aloof from worldly affairs to begin with.
There was another reason why she was here.
Within the carriage.
The girl patted her chest gently. "That fierce woman is finally gone. To think that she's the Zither Immortal. She's more like a female Yaksha!"
"What rights does she have to be ranked alongside you, princess? Ptui!"
Feeling indignant, the girl spat fiercely.
The plain-robed woman smiled. "Her zither skills are indeed decent."
She was implying that apart from her zither skills, there was nothing worth mentioning about the Zither Immortal.
"Right,"
Suddenly, the girl thought of something and asked again, "Princess, the Painting Immortal is so powerful. If she sees a person, can she also draw the person and infuse his Dharmic Dao and divine charm into it?"
"She'll be quite scary if that's the case. If she sees you, won't she be able to draw a clone of you whose strength is comparable to yours, princess?'
"No,"
The plain-robed woman shook her head gently. "I heard that Fairy Mo Qing draws flowers, trees, birds, beasts, mountains, rivers and all living beings. However, she never drew human figures."
"Huh? Why?"
The girl's eyes widened in confusion.
"I don't know either,"
After pondering for a moment, the plain-robed woman said, "Perhaps there's no one whom she deems befitting of art. Or perhaps, the human heart is way too complicated and difficult to portray."
"You can't judge a book by its cover,"
The girl murmured softly and fell into deep thought.
In midair.
Prince Yuan Zuo had already used blood to reconstruct his body.
Even so, Meng Yao's attack earlier on had destroyed more than half of his bloodline and he had lost a lot of blood qi. He would have to recuperate for a long time in the future before he could recover.
Prince Yuan Zuo glared at Su Zimo fiercely, wanting nothing more than to devour him alive!
He was way too aggrieved!
First, he received a mysterious letter. Thereafter, he made sufficient preparations to ensure that nothing went wrong and arrived here with more than a hundred Execution Guards. However, he did not expect them to be completely annihilated.
Even he was almost beaten to death by his sister personally!
He had already become a joke.
It was all because of Su Zimo!
"Your Highness, let's head back,"
When Perfected Immortal Jing Yue saw that Prince Yuan Zuo was still filled with killing intent, he could not help but send a voice transmission with his spirit consciousness, "Now that the Painting Immortal is presiding over the situation and Princess Meng Yao has already left, there's no way we can take Su Zimo away with just us."
"There's still a long way to go. There will definitely be a chance to deal with this lad in the future!"
Prince Yuan Zuo also knew that Perfected Immortal Jing Yue was not wrong.
He could only swallow all the grievances and anger in his heart.
"Let's go!"
Prince Yuan Zuo grit his teeth.
Perfected Immortal Jing Yue cupped his fists towards Fairy Mo Qing before leaving with Prince Yuan Zuo and Lone Star, disappearing into the horizon before long.
