Fortunately, Wu Zhú Mián is skilled in drawing amulets and has a deep study of restrictions.
She didn't rush, but quickly climbed up a tree and sat down, continuing to observe the operation of the restrictions around Kaiping Peak. Little glows appeared in her black pupils, like stars falling from the river.
All things are impermanent, but there is an order within them. Complete is bound to be lacking, extreme is bound to be reversed, full is bound to be deficient, life and death, change and replacement, reincarnation, cycle after cycle. These restrictions that others see as chaotic gradually arrange an order and pattern in her eyes.
A hundred years ago, when Wu Zhuming first started learning to draw talismans, the ninth-level great talisman master Xu Yue once sighed: "The talisman cultivation lineage emphasizes the spiritual soul and insight. And Wu Zhuming is a talisman genius who comes along once in ten thousand worlds."
Later, she indeed did not disappoint this words, truly achieving the ability to draw the world in one stroke and control the sky with laws.
U ZhuMián's speed was very fast, he took out the other talisman left on his body, this is Tianléi symbol, can summon the Tianlei, the power is enough to destroy a mountain.
As is well known, the more powerful a talisman cultivator is in drawing talismans, the greater the power of the talismans. The Tianlei talisman drawn by Xu Yue before could summon the nine-heaventhunder, capable of locking onto a target and pursuing it to kill. It was more than enough to kill a cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage.
However, U ZhuMián is not going to use the Tianlei talisman, she plans to change this talisman into a pass, which can replace the disciple's token and deceive the restrictions, allowing her to enter Kaiping Peak openly.
She concentrated on drawing and painting on the talisman, her fingertip congealed with spiritual power. The faster she drew, the more painful her muscles became, and a sweet and bloody taste gradually rose in her throat.
In the past, U ZhuMián would not have given a thought to these few thousand restrictions, but now, with her unstable spiritual soul and limited amount of spiritual power available, the more restrictions she needs to break, the more spiritual power it will consume.
Fortunately, this pass is not disposable, as long as the protective mountain array remains unchanged, it will always be useful, which is equivalent to a genuine inner door disciple card of Wujiezong in the future.
As the last stroke was drawn, a hint of crimson bloodcolor appeared in U ZhuMián's eyes, like a burst of blood flowers, staining the originally pitch-black pupils. It looked somewhat eerie.
She was as if nothing was wrong, swallowing the sweet and bloody taste in her throat, and shook the pass in her hand, revealing a cunning and satisfied smile on her pale face.
U ZhuMián jumped down from the tree, one hand holding the invisible symbol, the other holding the pass. Her steps were steady and there was no sign of any lack of confidence or timidity.
Without hesitation, she placed the pass against the protective mountain array. Soon, a ray of light flashed past, the air swirled out in several rings of ripples, opening a passage that was wide enough for one person to pass through.
U ZhuMián lifted her foot and stepped into the passage, neatly putting away the pass.
The sky outside had completely darkened, but when she came in, she could still see the towering gatehouse with the signboard "Kaiping Peak" written in three ancient seal script characters. The strokes were robust and powerfully suppressed spiritual energy was hidden within them, making one's eyes ache upon seeing them. There were thirty-six spiral dragon columns standing on both sides, inlaid with moonstones that glowed with a faint green light.
Through the mountain gate, one can see a suspended sky path floating amidst the vast sea of clouds. On the opposite peak, there are many immortal pavilions standing, with cranes perched among the upturned eaves and flying cornices. The bronze wind bells play clear, ethereal sounds with the wind.
Just like the scene U ZhuMián saw years ago, there were no major changes. She walked straight up the stone steps, with the swaying tree shadows casting a dancing green shadow on her blue clothes.
She climbed to the highest point and saw several courtyards.
U ZhuMián recalled, the one directly opposite was the courtyard of her junior sister's parents. Her junior sister lived on the right, and her brother Bai Li Zhi lived on the farthest right.
Without hesitation, she walked straight towards the courtyard in the middle.
Unexpectedly, U ZhuMián's luck was not bad, she hit a wonderful scene as soon as she came. Just when she reached the door, she heard the coquettish voice of Bai Li He Yún and a weak exclamation: "Sister, you... how can you talk to your parents like that?"
The door to the main hall was only half-closed. She lightened her footsteps as she approached the door and saw Bai Li He Yún, her eyes red from being angry, with a handprint on her face, looking like she wanted to cry but couldn't.
On her right, was the Yunnan Mrs. also hugging her, about thirty years old, with a beautiful appearance and a slender figure, possessing an inherent quiet beauty akin to the solitude of an orchid valley.
A glance at the two of them side by side truly made it seem as though they were mother and daughter, with their identical expressions of distress.
On the left, sitting, was Kaiping Elder Bai Li Fu, who looked over fifty, but still carried himself proudly, with a deep furrow between his eyebrows caused by frequently frowning.
His face was cold, and he slapped the table loudly, making even the teacup lid jump up high, angrily scolding the person opposite: "Isn't it unbearable for you to not cause any trouble every day? Do you really have to go outside to humiliate me?"
U ZhuMián quietly changed her angle and saw a clear, indifferent face with the first glance. The features were not delicate or perfect, even somewhat dark and pale, but when combined together, they gave a sense of landscape ink painting. She wore a robe of dark blue with wide sleeves and a straight hem, tied at the waist with an emerald belt, with an upright posture and dignified appearance.
It was Bai Li Zhi.
The teenager who was over a hundred years ago had grown into a man with straight and broad shoulders. His qi and sword energy circulated around him, revealing sharpness.
U ZhuMián didn't understand. Although Bai Li Zhi may not have said anything, he had always been very concerned about his little sister. This didn't look like someone who was foolish, so why wouldn't he recognize the person as a little sister?
The one closest to Bai Li Zhi was Li Xiaolu, her bowl and chopsticks were very clean, which meant that she hadn't touched them. She looked at Bai Li He Yún with a disgusted expression without saying a word.
This attitude obviously made Bai Li Fu even more angry. His gaze was like an arrow, piercing towards Li Xiaolu with bone-chilling sharpness: "What kind of attitude is this? Are you mute? Can't you talk?"
"Your mother just wanted to have a family dinner together. Why do you have to hurt her heart like this?"
"Sigh." Li Xiaolu sighed and raised her face, her gaze calmly challenging: "Father, I said I didn't do it, but you don't believe me. What do you want me to say? Admit my mistake?"
As she said this, she pointed at Bai Li He Yún, "Or should I kneel down and beg for her forgiveness?"
Only Bai Li He Yún, startled by Li Xiaolu's gesture, immediately lowered his head and shrank his neck, looking like he had been bullied. He covered the handprint on his face with his hand and whispered to Bai Li Fu, "Father, it's not... it's not my sister who hit me."
Yunnan Mrs. subconsciously tightened her embrace of her slightly, nervously staring at Li Xiaolu as if she were afraid she would suddenly attack.
Li Xiaolu, seeing this scene, seemed to be stung by a needle, her pupils contracting, and she slowly lowered her hand, diverting her gaze.
Seeing this, a fleeting look of guilt and panic that Yunnan Mrs. didn't even notice herself, she used her handkerchief to press against the wet corner of her eyes and whispered: "Alright, stop bothering the child. She doesn't want to admit it. That's fine. It's not a big deal."
"Forgive her?" Bai Li Fu glared at her with an angry eye, his tone disapproving: "You're always like this. I've been telling you not to spoil her too much, to let her think she can do whatever she wants! Look at it now, she's causing chaos in the entire family!"
The blamed Yunnan Mrs. couldn't take it anymore and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks, covering her heart with her hand and retorting: "What's the point of yelling so loudly? She is our daughter after all! The flesh from my own body, how can I not love her?"
Hearing this, a trace of sarcasm and heartache seemed to flicker on the lips of Li Xiaolu.
Outside the house, U ZhuMián's fingers trembled twice, and she suddenly realized something. She stared fixedly at Li Xiaolu with an impossible thought in her mind.
This is truly my junior sister……
And it seems that these people all know……
At the same time, Bai Li He Yún let out a heart-wrenching sob, crying as if she couldn't catch her breath. However, she tried to persuade them earnestly: "Father, don't get angry with mother. It's me…… I am the redundant one. If I weren't here, sister wouldn't be quarreling with you. Maybe, maybe you should send me away……"
Yunnan Mrs. couldn't stand to hear this and immediately hugged her daughter: "My dear daughter, what nonsense are you talking about? Over the years, mother has treated you as her own daughter!"
Among the group, only Bai Li Zhi sat there coldly and calmly, his expression weary as if he were an outsider. To him, everything happening before him was just a farce, exuding an aura of rejection that kept people at a distance.
"Xiaolou……" Yunnan Mrs. turned to cry out to Li Xiaolu, "……No, He Yun, you also know, your sister didn't mean to take over your body. She doesn't even know why such things would happen."
"But in the seven years you were gone, it was her who stayed by my side and your father's, it was she who took care of our parents. She has become a part of our family!"
Bai Li He Yún leaned affectionately against Yunnan Mrs.'s shoulder, her face still with traces of tears.
Yunnan Mrs. touched her hair and cried as she spoke, her voice getting more and more sorrowful, even close to wetting her handkerchief: "And since you've come back, she hasn't argued with you, nor has she taken anything away from you. She let go of the courtyard and let you choose the best treasures. What else do you want?"
"This has been going on for half a year now, and you still can't let go of these small things. You always look cold-hearted, and mother's heart hurts to see it."
Bai Li He Yún quickly soothes Yunnan Mrs.: "Mother, don't be too sad. No matter what happens, I am still here with you. I will always be your darling daughter!"
Seeing this filial and understanding daughter, Yunnan Mrs.'s eyes finally twinkled with a hint of smile.
"What do I have to be unsatisfied with?"
Li Xiaolu, however, only felt this scene deeply irritating. She tugged at the corner of her mouth and a wave of bitterness spread in her chest.
She stood up, fiercely holding back the acidity and warmth in her eyes, pointing at Bai Li He Yún with a face full of timidity, her voice tight like a string about to break: "She has taken over my body, my name, my identity. Make her give all of this back to me, and I will not hold anything against her."
"From now on, whether you want to acknowledge her as your daughter or treat her better, I don't care."
Yunnan Mrs. couldn't bear to look into Li Xiaolu's eyes, feeling slightly guilty, she averted her gaze: "You… why are you so concerned about it? Your sister is gentle-natured. If others find out that she is not our biological child, they will certainly treat her lightly."
She seemed to find more and more reason in her words, turning her gaze back and earnestly persuading: "He Yun, you are different from your sister. You are strong-willed. Even without my and your father's protection, you wouldn't let yourself be wronged."
"Moreover, we are not really abandoning you. After all, you are still our biological daughter!"
Li Xiaolu was just looking at Yunnan Mrs.
"You mother is right." At this moment, Bai Li Fu spoke up, his tone cold and ruthless: "These years, your sister has been much more sensible than you. She has become the door disciple of the ancestor and received his favor. Everyone in the sect praises her highly, and even Chu's boy likes her very much and wants to form a couple with her."
"Before, I arranged these things for you, but you didn't like them. So, let her have them. Your life is given to you by me and your mother. This is as if you have repaid the favor of your birth."
When Bai Li Fu spoke these words, the room fell silent, like a murky pond, chaotic and unclear.
Yunnan Mrs., who wanted to speak but stopped, opened her mouth and then closed it again, obviously agreeing with Bai Li Fu's words. Bai Li He Yún then showed a triumphant grin, thinking she had won: "See, system? I said my parents loved me more."
Bai Li Zhi, who had been aloof from the situation, finally showed some movement, revealing an expression that was unclear in meaning.
Li Xiaolu, however, was completely frozen, completely not expecting her father to say such things.
U ZhuMián, who witnessed this absurd incident, was already boiling with anger, and her anger kept jumping back and forth on the edge of reason.
Good, good, it seems she misunderstood before. This family is not only mentally ill but also brain-damaged!
So keen to act out a family comedy with the imposter who claims to be the legitimate daughter? If one were to weigh their heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, perhaps they would all be filled with selfishness!
