I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22

“Madam, I heard that Si Xuansu and Son-in-law Jiang went to Sanqing Temple together to visit my senior brother,” Daoist Yuanyi said with a solemn expression to the Marchioness of Ningyang. Daoist Lingyi had once descended the mountain…

“Madam, I heard that Si Xuansu and Son-in-law Jiang went to Sanqing Temple together to visit my senior brother,” Daoist Yuanyi said with a solemn expression to the Marquis of Ningyang.

Daoist Lingyi had once descended the mountain to visit him. By a stroke of luck—or perhaps misfortune—Yuanyi had overheard Lingyi conspiring with the Marquis. Initially, the Marquis had intended to silence Lingyi, but Lingyi’s martial arts were superior to Yuanyi’s, leaving them with no choice but to stay their hand.

Afterward, Yuanyi pleaded with him, promising to mend his ways. It was unclear whether Lingyi truly believed him, but he was eventually persuaded and did not report the matter. Since then, Lingyi had remained on Mount Yanyue and never descended again.

However, the fact that Si Xuansu had gone to visit him made it impossible not to suspect whether she had heard something from Lingyi.

The Marquis of Ningyang said, “Do not be restless. Lingyi is, after all, a Taoist; he is unlikely to interfere in worldly affairs. Compared to that, I am more worried about Jiang Yiqing.”

“Son-in-law Jiang? Why him?”

“Have you forgotten? We met her at the Peony Banquet.”

Reminded by this, Yuanyi recalled the person, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.

“If I am not mistaken, for this person to be able to pull the wool over the Emperor’s eyes, she must possess great destiny. Si Xuansu and she are extremely troublesome; they will surely become stumbling blocks in our path.”

“The Marquis is correct.”

“How does your skill compare to Si Xuansu’s?”

“She is no match for me.” A smug smile curled at the corners of Yuanyi’s lips.

“You are so certain?”

“This humble Taoist has traveled the four seas and consumed countless heavenly treasures and earthly rarities. In terms of martial arts, I might not surpass her, but my spiritual power is far more formidable. I can crush her with a single hand so that she can never rise again.”

“Very well. Go and eliminate those two tonight,” the Marquis of Ningyang said, leaning his head on his hand as if troubled.

“This humble Taoist remembers that Madam Si and your wife were once close childhood friends?” Hearing that the Marquis and the General’s Mansion had old ties, Yuanyi hadn’t expected him to be so cold-blooded toward old acquaintances.

“I truly feel sorry for Axue, but I have no other choice.” The Marchioness of Ningyang cast a sideways glance at Yuanyi and said, “Have you forgotten that you also once wanted to silence Lingyi?”

Yuanyi laughed upon hearing this and said, “It seems the Marquis and I are of the same kind—using any means necessary to achieve our goals.”

That night, Jiang Yiqing was soaking in the hot spring alone. Si Xuansu had said she had something to handle, but Jiang didn’t know what it was.

As she immersed herself in the hot spring and closed her eyes to rest, a fierce struggle was unfolding in a corner of the General’s Mansion.

Since consuming the Silver-Thread Spiritual Fang Fruit, Si Xuansu’s five senses—already extraordinary—had become even more acute. She immediately sensed that a person with high spiritual power had intruded into the General’s Mansion.

Holding her sword, she stood guard on the only path leading to the inner courtyard, waiting for the intruder’s arrival.

High in the sky, the bright moon hung aloft. The surrounding shadows of the trees flickered in the profound silence. After a moment, she saw a person wearing a mask walking toward her.

Although he wore a mask, his disguise lacked sincerity; he held a horsetail whisk in his hand and wore Taoist robes.

Si Xuansu frowned and asked, “Daoist Yuanyi?”

Yuanyi had not expected her to be waiting there and was somewhat startled, but he did not lose his composure. He said, “You can only blame yourself for being indiscreet. If you hadn’t gone to visit Lingyi, nothing would have happened. You brought this on yourself!”

With a flick of his whisk, he lunged forward. The whisk appeared soft, but it was heavy; if struck by it, it would be no different from being hit by an iron hammer.

Si Xuansu responded calmly. Her long sword unsheathed in an instant, clashing with the whisk. A moment later, several strands of white hair from the whisk fell from the air.

Yuanyi’s expression turned to astonishment; he hadn’t expected to suffer a loss on her hands.

“You wish to kill me to keep me silent? You’ll have to see if you have the ability first,” Si Xuansu said indifferently.

Exasperated, Yuanyi charged forward again with his whisk, using every skill he possessed. However, he gradually discovered that Si Xuansu’s spiritual power was above his own!

No, this is impossible. When I saw her last time, her spiritual power was clearly inferior to mine. How could there be such progress in such a short time?

Every time Si Xuansu struck her sword, the whisk lost more of its hair. Seeing that the whisk was about to be shorn bald, Yuanyi triggered a mechanism, and a blade emerged from the whisk, stabbing unexpectedly toward her face.

Si Xuansu had long anticipated that he might have a trick up his sleeve. Her reaction was lightning-fast as she dodged the strike. After several more exchanges, Yuanyi gradually failing to match her.

Having no other choice, Yuanyi pulled a specially made “Great Strength Golden Pill” from his robe. Consuming this pill would allow him to exert his spiritual power ten times for a short duration, but it would not only damage his spiritual foundation but also shorten his lifespan.

This kind of pill was extremely difficult to refine; Yuanyi had only obtained one in all his years. He would never use it unless necessary, but to defeat Si Xuansu, he threw caution to the wind!

Seeing him swallow a strange pill and suddenly become formidable, Si Xuansu found herself momentarily suppressed.

“Si Xuansu, prepare to meet your death today!” Yuanyi screamed hoarsely.

Faced with an opponent whose martial arts were improving at an incredible speed, Si Xuansu thought to herself that she must progress even faster to defeat him; otherwise, defeat was certain.

The pinnacle of the Si family’s ancestral swordsmanship was the Thirty-Sixth Style of the Ice Pulse Divine Sword. Since ancient times, only the creator had reached this realm. Si Xuansu had practiced it for a long time but had only mastered the form itself, unable to unleash its true power.

If she could not execute the final style, she would lose here.

Pressed hard by Yuanyi, a powerful fighting spirit erupted in Si Xuansu’s eyes!

She did not want to lose here. The image of Jiang Yiqing’s face flashed in her mind; she wanted to return before she finished her bath.

Just as Yuanyi thought he was about to succeed, Si Xuansu’s sword speed reached an unimaginable level. Suddenly, he could not see where she was or where her sword was coming from.

Before his eyes, countless sword shadows and silhouettes of hers appeared, shifting and interlacing so frequently that they were impossible to grasp.

She seemed to be everywhere, yet nowhere.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? Yuanyi’s mind was in a state of chaos.

In that very instant, Si Xuansu thrust her sword from behind. Yuanyi looked down to see the tip of the blade protruding from his abdomen.

He hadn’t even realized when she had circled behind him or when she had struck. Blood dripped from the sword tip onto the ground. At this moment, the Great Strength Golden Pill reached its limit and began to recoil upon him. He vomited blood and sank to his knees.

The mask fell from his face, his eyes filled with shock and terror. He could never have imagined that at the final moment, she would comprehend such a sword technique.

It was said that Si Xuansu was a peerless genius; he finally believed it now.

Si Xuansu stood with her sword upright and said softly, “My ancestors said that the true meaning of the Si family sword is protection. I always thought I needed to protect the thousands of soldiers and my parents, yet I could never fathom the final style. Only today do I realize that I was lacking the realization of protecting the person I love. Today, I finally understood.”

This strike, while not taking Yuanyi’s life, was enough to leave him unable to resist.

Jiang Yiqing, who was soaking in the hot spring, suddenly felt a sense of unease. Feeling that something had happened to Si Xuansu, she left her spatial dimension and searched for her in the mansion.

When she arrived at the Autumn Garden, she overheard Si Xuansu’s words and was moved beyond words. Xuansu stood to one side with her long sword, her expression holding a coldness and killing intent not usually seen. Yuanyi was kneeling on the ground, having taken a sword through the abdomen.

Si Xuansu stood proud and independent, yet with a hint of chilliness, like the eternal snow on a mountain. However, between her brows, there was a warmth born for her lover, like a winter plum blossom beginning to bloom.

Seeing her, Si Xuansu hid the blood-stained sword behind her back. Seeing that she had come out wearing only thin clothes, Si Xuansu frowned slightly and draped her own outer garment over her.

Jiang Yiqing said softly, “It’s good that you are alright.”

She had been so worried just now, and seeing her safety and sound was truly wonderful.