bookbashuk Chapter 39 The Yan Family Has a Daughter Named Ruyan
Chapter 39 The Yan Family Has a Daughter Named Ruyan
The hall was silent, except for the night wind blowing through the courtyard outside the window, rustling the eaves and branches.
Yan Xuanye sat quietly with his eyes lowered, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the fabric in front of his knees, his mind rapidly reviewing every advantage and disadvantage of Su Mixin's words.
Three paths, three destinies.
After a long while, Yan Xuanye slowly raised his eyes, all hesitation in them fading away, leaving only deep caution and determination.
"Young Master Su's words are heartfelt, and his analysis of the advantages and disadvantages is thorough. I understand them completely."
He slowly rose, bowed slightly to Su Mixin, his posture humble yet his expression solemn: "This matter concerns the survival of tens of thousands of Yan family members and the thousand-year-old lineage. It is a matter of annihilation, and I have no right to make a decision on my own."
Yan Xuanye looked at Su Mixin and said firmly, "But Young Master, rest assured, everything I, Yan Xuanye, have thought about and planned in this life is for the survival of the Yan family and for the survival of our clan. Now that we know whether the road ahead is one of life or death, I will never stand by and watch our clan walk into a dead end."
"When you have your formal meeting with the Ancestor tomorrow, I will do my best to speak on behalf of the Thousand Illusions Sect, analyze the advantages and disadvantages, point out the dangers, and do my best to persuade the Ancestor to abandon the idea of joining the Ghost Spirit Sect and consider submitting to your sect."
Su Mixin nodded slightly, her expression approving: "Sir, you are insightful and wise, and your trust in the Yan family is well-deserved."
Before leaving, Su Mixin asked Yan Xuanye, "The treasure hunt organized by the nobles is approaching. When will Miss Yan Ruyan return to her clan?"
Yan Xuanye pondered for a moment, "A few days ago, the clan received a letter from her saying that she would be returning home, which should be within the next couple of days. I wonder if you would like me to introduce you then?"
Su Mixin slowly shook her head.
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A night passes in the blink of an eye.
As dawn broke the next day, a thin, misty fog lingered among the forests of Yanliang Mountain. The entire Yanling Fortress shed its nighttime silence and gradually regained its former vitality and bustle.
A gentle breeze blows outside Qingping Pavilion, and the morning light filters through the branches and leaves, scattering dappled light and shadows on the ground like broken gold.
Su Mixin stood with her hands behind her back under the corridor, her expression relaxed and indifferent.
Last night's secret meeting with Yan Xuanye has been finalized, and the other party has already secretly sided with the Thousand Illusions Sect. We are just waiting for the situation to develop before we can proceed with our plans.
It was just past 9 AM, the morning light was warm and gentle.
Su Mixin slowly walked out of her residence and arrived at a teahouse facing the street outside the gate of Yanling Fort.
He climbed the steps to the second floor and chose a window seat. The view from this spot was expansive, allowing him to see all the comings and goings at the main gate of Yanling Fort.
The waiter served freshly brewed spiritual tea and several plates of exquisite pastries. The tea was fragrant and refreshing, with wisps of spiritual energy wafting through the air.
Su Mixin sat idly by the window, slowly sipping tea, her posture leisurely as she quietly whiled away the time.
As the Yan family's treasure-hunting event draws ever closer, the gates of Yanling Fortress are becoming increasingly lively.
Occasionally, cultivators from all over the country would enter through the main gate after hearing the news. Among them were many Foundation Establishment cultivators from major sects with profound auras and deep foundations. They were all powerful figures from all directions who had come to attend the grand event.
Beneath the fortress gate, the two Foundation Establishment elders, Yan Wen and Yan Qi, who were in charge of receiving Su Mixin and her party yesterday, had arrived at some unknown time and stood quietly.
The two men were dressed in formal attire, with respectful and solemn expressions, upright postures, and gazing into the distance, clearly having come here specifically to wait for the person who was coming.
Time passed slowly, the sun rose higher and higher, and before we knew it, it was almost noon.
Suddenly, Feng Hou's cold voice rang in Su Mi's mind through divine sense: "Master, the target, Yan Ruyan, has appeared and is rapidly approaching the area of Yanling Fortress."
Su Mixin smiled slightly. It's finally here.
Several dozen breaths later.
A slender, graceful figure in white slowly walked in from outside the gate of Yanling Fortress.
The woman was about eighteen years old, with a slender and graceful figure. She wore a simple white gauze dress that was well-tailored. The fabric was smooth and clings to her body, and the hem of the dress had faint water ripples that shimmered with spiritual light. It was obviously a robe woven from water-based spiritual materials, pure and otherworldly, without a trace of worldly dust.
Her appearance was exceptionally beautiful, her skin was as white and smooth as jade, delicate and translucent, as if covered with frost and snow, without the slightest flaw.
Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and lively, and her pair of bright, clear eyes were like a cold pool in a mountain stream, clean and pure, yet they also hid a bit of aloofness and coldness, quietly watching the ups and downs of the world.
With a delicate nose and cherry lips, and a soft, gentle jawline, her entire face is pure and refined, naturally exuding an ethereal aura untouched by worldly concerns.
Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, making her face appear even more elegant and gentle.
She wore no gold or jade ornaments, no elaborate patterns; her simple and elegant attire and unparalleled beauty were enough to overshadow the entire garden of romance.
What is most remarkable about her is her aura. She possesses both the calm and insightful qualities of a cultivator and the innate transcendent spiritual energy of a cultivator with a Heavenly Spirit Root. She is gentle yet proud, and pure yet aloof. She is far superior to ordinary pampered female cultivators from noble families.
It was Yan Ruyan, the prodigy of the Yan family with the water-attribute heavenly spiritual root.
She returned from the Hidden Moon Sect, covered in dust from her journey, yet there was no trace of fatigue in her eyes, only a clear and serene expression.
Upon entering the castle, she paused briefly, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings as if observing any unusual activity within the castle, her expression cautious yet composed.
Suddenly, her expression froze. She saw a young man sitting by the window on the second floor of a teahouse not far away, staring intently at her.
He wore a plain white silk robe with wide sleeves embroidered with gold patterns, the flowing light of the robe exuding a sense of luxury.
His appearance was exquisite and otherworldly, his handsome features were unparalleled, and his eyebrows and eyes were like sculpted jade.
His aura was ethereal and otherworldly, like a celestial being descended to the moon, untouched by worldly concerns, and his unparalleled elegance made it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary cultivator.
This person was none other than Su Mixin.
The moment their eyes met, Su Mixin's lips curled into a smile, and she gently raised her right hand to pick up the teacup in her palm, offering a smiling greeting across the distant crowd.
A faint blush rose to Yan Ruyan's cheeks, and she nodded shyly as a return gesture.
He immediately turned around and, led by Yan Wen and Yan Qi, slowly walked towards the depths of Yanling Fortress.
Su Mixin gazed at her graceful figure in a white dress as she walked away, a sigh escaping her lips.
Such a stunningly beautiful woman with unparalleled talent, according to the original storyline, will always be shrouded in a black robe and buried in the desolate and treacherous mountains of the Ghost Spirit Sect, which is truly a pity.
With his mind made up, he no longer hesitated and took out a sound transmission talisman. Spiritual light flowed from his fingertips, and with a gentle tap, the talisman instantly transformed into a stream of light, shooting out into the air and chasing after Yan Ruyan's departing figure.
As if sensing something, Yan Ruyan paused slightly, turned around, and steadily caught the incoming communication talisman in her palm. She raised her eyes and gazed in the direction of Su Mixin, standing quietly for a few breaths before withdrawing her gaze, her figure turning lightly, and slowly dissolving into the layers of buildings.
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It was three quarters past noon.
In the heart of Yanling Fort's commercial center, at the intersection of three stone streets, lies Tianheju, the most prosperous and busiest teahouse in the entire fort.
The teahouse is entirely built of stone, with three floors, flying eaves and carved beams, painted beams and carved phoenixes, ancient and magnificent, with an extraordinary style.
Su Mixin walked slowly in with her hands behind her back. With a quick sweep of her divine sense, she took in the scene inside the building: most of the people sitting on the first floor were ordinary mortals without any cultivation, while a few cultivators with concealed auras were sitting on the seats in the halls on the second and third floors.
He walked to the counter and asked in a gentle voice, "Excuse me, sir, are there any private rooms available on the third floor?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately put on a warm smile and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, please come in, sir!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a waiter quickly stepped forward to lead the way, guiding Su Mixin up the stairs to the third floor, where they pushed open an elegant private room with the words "Yunxiang" written on the door.
After Su Mixin took her seat, she ordered the precious spiritual tea Xueling tea from the top of Tianheju, and also selected more than ten kinds of exquisite spiritual tea snacks, which filled the table to the brim.
He casually tossed the waiter a low-grade spirit stone as a tip and indifferently instructed, "A female guest will be looking for me later. If she asks, just lead her to this private room."
The waiter caught the spirit stone steadily, bowed respectfully, and replied, "I've got it. I'll wait patiently at the entrance for you, sir!"
A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
A slender, graceful figure approached slowly. A thin silk veil covered her face, obscuring her features and revealing only a glimpse of her delicate, smooth chin. Her demeanor was aloof yet gentle. The waiter led her to the elegant room, and the two stepped into the fragrant chamber together.
Upon seeing the visitor arrive, Su Mixin immediately stood up, raised her hand in a gesture of invitation, her demeanor composed and measured, showing no sign of abruptness.
The wooden door to the private room was slightly ajar, isolating the noise and bustle outside. The room was quiet and peaceful, with only the wisps of tea aroma slowly wafting through the air.
Yan Ruyan stood still, her figure tall and slender, a silk veil hanging down over her face, concealing her eyebrows and expression, leaving only a pair of clear and cold eyes that quietly settled on Su Mixin.
She remained silent throughout, her gaze carefully scrutinizing the unfamiliar man before her, a hint of caution and wariness swirling in her eyes.
She and Su Mixin had never met before. Today, as she returned home and entered the gate of Yanling Fortress, she saw this man for the first time and felt that he was handsome and elegant, with outstanding character and a temperament that transcended the mundane world. With just one glance, she secretly concluded that this person was definitely not an ordinary rogue cultivator.
Then a talisman sent a message, confidently inviting her to come here alone for a talk.
The other party exuded an unfathomable mystery from beginning to end, making it impossible for her to guess their intentions.
"Miss Yan, I apologize for the intrusion in inviting you."
Su Mixin smiled gently, her tone calm and relaxed, without the awkwardness of meeting a stranger or any hint of coercion.
He stepped aside to offer his seat, and with a slight lift of his fingertips, gently pushed the fragrant tea on the table to the opposite side, displaying impeccable manners and refined demeanor.
Yan Ruyan's gaze narrowed slightly, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a perfectly measured hint of aloofness and wariness: "Who are you? I have never met you before, fellow Daoist. I wonder what brings you here alone, summoned by a sound transmission talisman?"
She didn't move to sit down, remaining quietly in place, her spiritual energy contained, seemingly peaceful, but in reality, she was already secretly on guard, ready to deal with any sudden changes. The secret invitation from an unknown person was too suspicious; she dared not relax her guard in the slightest.
Seeing this, Su Mixin did not urge him. She suppressed her smile and spoke sincerely and calmly: "I am Su Mixin of the Thousand Illusions Sect of Tianluo Kingdom. The reason I invited Fellow Daoist Yan is that there is a very important matter concerning your future destiny, which I would like to discuss with you in detail."