Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 2(51)

“How did you kill them?”

Just then, another set of heavy footfalls came from behind them. The two turned their heads in unison to see that the new visitor was Feng Xin. The moment he entered, he noticed Mu Qing in the main hall—who was even smiling as he stood next to a crouching Xie Lian. Feng Xin frowned with alarm.

“What are you doing here?”

Xie Lian waved the little bottle in his hand. Mu Qing schooled his expression. He had just said Feng Xin wouldn’t be coming, and then Feng Xin arrived the next second; not funny at all.

“It’s not like this is your palace. You think you can come but I can’t?” Mu Qing rebutted.

Feng Xin ignored him and turned to Xie Lian. He hadn’t yet opened his mouth when Xie Lian spoke up.

“If the two of you came to ask the same question, then I will give you the same answer. There’s no reason to disbelieve it. Every word I said at the Palace of Divine Might today was true.”

Feng Xin paled. Mu Qing loathed that expression of his the most and said in annoyance, “All right, put that face away. After everything, for who are you looking so pained?”

Feng Xin shot him a death glare. “Not for you! Get out of here!”

“And who are you to tell me to get out?” Mu Qing countered. “Speaking as if you’re so loyal. How many years did you last, again? Didn’t you run away too?”

Veins popped all over Feng Xin’s forehead. Xie Lian could sense this exchange was going in the wrong direction and raised his hand.

“Hold it. Hold it.”

As if Mu Qing were the type to hold it back. He sneered. “Everyone says you left because you couldn’t stand to see your former master fall from grace. What a pretty excuse. At the end of the day, you just didn’t want to waste the rest of your days following a broken man.”

Feng Xin swung his fist. “What the fuck do you know?!”

Bam! Feng Xin’s fist landed squarely on Mu Qing’s face. Mu Qing was fine of features—a standard pretty boy—and upon impact of Feng Xin’s mighty punch, it was like a persimmon had been smashed on his face—bloody and miserable. Yet he stood his ground, and without so much as a whine, he threw a punch right back.

When the two ascended, they both obtained their own spiritual weapons. And yet when anger overtook their senses, the best tools to release their rage were still their fists and feet. When Feng Xin and Mu Qing fought eight hundred years ago, their martial capabilities were at the same level, and after eight hundred years there was still no difference. Every thrown punch landed; the fistfight was messy and wild, and each of them held their own.

Feng Xin cried angrily, “Don’t think I don’t know your nasty thoughts! The more crimes he commits, the happier you become!!”

Mu Qing spat, “I knew you always looked down on me! What a joke! Do you see yourself?! What right do you have to look down on me? You’re the pot calling the kettle black!”

Lang Qianqiu and Xie Lian hadn’t even had a chance to start their duel, and Feng Xin and Mu Qing were already brawling. Their grudges had been building for a long time; the fight was uncontrolled and riotous, each cursing at the other without hearing what was cursed back, and they certainly had no mind to hear anything Xie Lian had to say. Xie Lian still remembered back when the three of them were younger: Mu Qing had been soft-spoken and well mannered, and if Feng Xin hit anyone it was only under Xie Lian’s orders, and he’d stop when Xie Lian said stop. That was no longer true.

Dragging his injured arm, Xie Lian rushed toward the door, hoping to call for help from any nearby officials. But before he put even a single foot outside the main hall, there was an enormously loud BANG that exploded from the front door. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were shocked into stillness by the booming noise, their eyes alert, looking to where the sound came from.

The front doors to the Palace of Xianle had been kicked open. Beyond the door wasn’t the expansive Grand Avenue of Divine Might of the Heavenly Court but rather a dead blackness.

And from within that darkness, innumerable chilling silver butterflies rushed out toward them.





Chapter 20:

Heavenly Palace Raid, a Short Salutation to Scare the Gods



THERE WAS A CONFUSION of twinkling silver light, and Xie Lian’s unthinking reaction was to block with his hand. Ruoye, who was always wrapped around his wrist, would attack automatically if dire circumstances required it. Yet not a single silver butterfly attacked him; instead, they flew around him to furiously charge the two behind who had been fighting just moments before.

Feng Xin and Mu Qing had suffered before at the hands of those wraith butterflies—they knew how powerful they were and didn’t dare to be careless. In only a blink, they’d both raised their hands at the same time and cried, “Shield!”

Millions of silver butterflies surged toward them, flapping their wings to summon blasting winds, but there was an invisible wall blocking them. The butterflies smashed against it like a tempest, like the battering of hail, and white lights flared from the friction with fiery sparks. The two had cast a spell to protect themselves, but even against a magical shield, the wraith butterflies were forceful and relentless, as crazed as moths confronting a flame. Despite mounting that spiritual defense, the two were pushed back by the relentless barrage of butterflies.

A moment of carelessness would give the enemy the upper hand. If they didn’t release the shield, the butterflies would continue to push closer. If they did, there’d still be no chance for them to grab for their weapons before the swarm overtook them. Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing mentally groaned, gritting their teeth to hang on. Feng Xin stole a glance and saw Xie Lian was still standing right where he had been, with his head lowered. Not knowing what was wrong, he shouted to him.