Chapter 422: The True Name and Fate of the Loulan Saintess!
Li Mo raised an eyebrow at Fei Yan: “Now do you believe me? If you still don’t, I can read it out loud for you.”
As he spoke, he began searching the jade tablet.
“Found it! Here it is.”
Li Mo pointed to the last piece of the jade tablet and read aloud: “Wu Ya, the seventy-eighth Grand Priestess of Loulan, a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, daughter of the fifty-fifth Mad Grand Priest Wu Ge Tu.”
As he read halfway, he glanced at the utterly stupefied Grand Priestess.
Her eyes widened, and amidst the curious gazes of the others, she stammered, “I… I really am named Wu Ya.”
Seeing this, Li Mo burst into laughter: “Well, that’s you, then! Let me see when you have a baby.”
The lineage of the Loulan Grand Priestess passed down that the child of the previous Grand Priestess was the first choice for the next.
The Grand Priestess’s face turned bright red all at once, radiating like a freshly ripened tomato.
Awkward and flustered.
A baby?
She hadn’t even thought about having children!
But suddenly, the Grand Priestess remembered something.
She quickly interjected: “Don’t read further!”
Li Mo showed no signs of stopping. He assumed her shyness was the reason and continued to read on.
However, as he continued, his expression suddenly turned extremely serious.
The others still weren’t sure what was happening.
Li Mo abruptly looked up and fixed his gaze on the Grand Priestess, making her skin crawl.
Before anyone could ask, he stood up and gestured to the Grand Priestess: “Give me your hand.”
His serious tone left no room for refusal.
The Grand Priestess bit her lip, daring not to resist.
Slowly, she extended her hand.
Her delicate fingers were like fine art, slender and perfect,
But they felt as cold as ice when held in his hand.
Li Mo turned her palm over, hand facing up.
In the puzzled and anxious gazes of everyone, he slowly began to unwrap the fabric around her wrist.
“What… how could this be…?”
Da Siming let out a faint gasp.
On the Grand Priestess’s snow-white and delicate wrist, a shocking scar lay exposed for all to see!
The wound was smooth and showed no signs of bleeding,
Yet it was a strange shade of black!
It looked as if some dark energy had coagulated on it and wouldn’t dissipate!
A black thread as thin as a hair wound up from the scar.
Fei Yan quickly dashed to the Grand Priestess’s side and, without asking, lifted her other arm.
Her fingers pressed into the Grand Priestess’s wrist, forcefully checking her pulse.
After a short interval, Fei Yan finally relaxed her grip.
“How is it?”
Li Mo asked solemnly.
Fei Yan lightly released a breath, staring into the Grand Priestess’s evasive eyes as she said, “Killer energy has entered her body, vitality is gradually fading. At most… she can only last three months.”
The Moon Goddess lowered her head in reflection before stating, “It was three days ago when you summoned the Magic Sword?”
At that time, the Grand Priestess had cut her wrist in front of the Bronze Door to summon the Magic Sword from that space.
The Grand Priestess pulled her hand from Li Mo’s grip, covering the wound with her other hand, her gaze wandering as she said, “It’s nothing… nothing. I have secret methods in Loulan to dispel this evil energy. After some time… after some time it’ll be fine.”
Li Mo tilted his head slightly, asking candidly, “Do you believe that?”
“I…”
The Grand Priestess was instantly at a loss for words.
Li Mo continued, “You’ve known your fate for a long time, which is why you didn’t let Fei Yan check your injuries before, right?”
The Grand Priestess bowed her head, tight-lipped and biting her lip, like a little girl caught in a scold from her parents.
Li Mo picked up the jade tablet on the table, looking intently at the Grand Priestess, he read word for word: “Wu Ya, the seventy-eighth Grand Priestess of Loulan, at twenty-two years old, the Chiyou Demon Spirit emerged. Wu Ya used her blood as a seed… summoning the Magic Sword. As a sacrifice, she temporarily suppressed the magic nature of the Magic Sword, but three months later, she passed away from unnatural causes and left no descendants…”
“If I hadn’t read your fate from this, wouldn’t you have decided not to let us know?”
Now that the crisis was averted, he couldn’t possibly stay in Loulan for long.
Three months? By then, he’d likely be in Xi’an!
Unless an extraordinary situation occurred, he would not return to Loulan.
And by that time, Wu Ya would probably have turned into a pile of bones!
Late at night.
The room was silent as a grave.
Li Mo sat alone at the table by the window.
In his hand was a scroll of jade.
The night wind fluttered the curtain.
The flame in the oil lamp flickered erratically under the night breeze.
The door opened silently.
The newcomer paused at the sight before walking in and gently closing the door.
“You’re here.”
Li Mo didn’t lift his head, one hand holding the jade slip, the other fidgeting with it.
“Did you know I’d come?”
The newcomer walked to the window and softly said after closing it.
The flame in the oil lamp stabilized immediately, making the room a bit brighter.
“For me, it makes no difference whether there’s light or not.”
Li Mo finally raised his head, gazing at Fei Yan, who was carefully adjusting the lamp.
“I knew you’d be worried about Wu Ya and wouldn’t be able to sleep.”
Fei Yan set aside the tool for adjusting the wick and sat beside Li Mo.
Li Mo smiled and said, “I also know you’d definitely be concerned about me.”
Both he and Fei Yan understood each other too well.
That’s how they had such a tacit understanding from the moment she walked in.
Fei Yan sighed, her expression sad as she spoke, “The Moon Goddess and I thought all night, but we’ve never encountered such symptoms as Wu Ya’s. Some methods we dare not try hastily.”
Li Mo nodded: “This is not an ordinary ailment. The evil energy of the Magic Sword has already infiltrated her body. By the time it spreads to her heart, even (Li the king) gods would find it hard to save her.”
The Magic Sword’s evil energy was no ordinary thing.
Its malignity had even been resilient against the ancient Chiyou, causing him to lose his sanity.
Let alone Wu Ya’s strength.
She couldn’t handle that wave of malevolent energy at all.
The outcome would only end in death.
Just as recorded in this jade slip!
“What exactly is this thing?”
Fei Yan looked at the jade slip in Li Mo’s hand.
The fact that only Li Mo could see the writing on it was already fascinating enough, but even more astonishing was the information recorded within.
The past laid out and the future crystal clear,
Even Wu Ya’s cause of death and timing were predictable.
Li Mo lifted the jade slip a little higher, watching it for a moment before slowly saying, “My lady, have you ever heard of a kind of 3?”
Fei Yan asked, “What book?”
Li Mo looked at her, pronouncing each word carefully: “Heaven, Earth, and Man.”
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