Chapter 134: Come With Me
"Daji, shall we go and take a look?"
Catching a glimpse of the scenes unfolding in the mortal realm by chance, Li Tian could not help but frown, a flicker of hesitation crossing his heart. Originally, he had no intention of interfering in the affairs of the lower world, but the legendary Daji, known for her beauty that could topple kingdoms, proved too tempting to ignore.
"Oh well, I'll go and return before anyone notices."
In the end, unable to resist his curiosity, Li Tian chose to descend. To ensure Nuwa remained oblivious, he flicked his hand, performing a series of complex maneuvers to shroud his presence from the heavenly laws. With these precautions, even Nuwa, a fellow saint, would be unable to perceive his actions.
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That night, the wedding procession arrived outside Enzhou City and came to a halt.
"My Lady, we have reached the post house." A maidservant pulled back the curtains of the carriage and spoke softly.
"We have arrived?" Awakened from her daze, Daji looked out at the encroaching night and sighed faintly. Another day had passed.
"Yes, we are in Enzhou," the maid replied. Faced with Daji, who possessed a tranquility akin to a peerless lotus, the maid subconsciously felt inferior and dared not speak too loudly, fearing she might disturb such an ethereal being.
"Enzhou..." Daji murmured, a slight frown creasing her brow. She vaguely remembered the name. They were already halfway there.
With a silent sigh, she lowered her exquisite eyelids and, assisted by her maid, stepped out of the carriage.
As the night deepened, a hundred miles from the Enzhou post house, several faint, ethereal shadows observed the scene from afar.
"Is everything clear?"
"Yes, Sister. The escort party only has two generals at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level. The rest are mere mortals, not worth worrying about."
"We shall handle those two generals first. As for the others, it is best they remain unaware of our presence."
"Understood."
As the voices faded, the figures transformed into a breeze and flew toward the post house.
"Who goes there?" Outside the pavilion where Daji resided, the two Taiyi Golden Immortal generals were keeping watch. Sensing a disturbance, they called out sharply and approached.
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"Young lady, why are you sitting here so late at night?"
After walking for a while, the two men spotted a woman in white slumped on the ground. Realizing she possessed no cultivation, they relaxed and stepped forward to inquire.
"Kind sirs," the woman looked up, revealing a face so pitiful and lovely that it stirred the heart. "I have lost my family and have lost my way."
Moved by compassion and fearing for her safety, the two men said, "Come, let us take you to the nearby post house to rest for the night."
"Thank you..." The woman lowered her head in shyness, but as they drew closer, a flash of cold light sparked in her eyes.
*Swish! Swish!*
With a flicker of white light, the woman vanished, and two heavy thuds echoed as the generals collapsed, unconscious.
"My thanks to you both... but for now, you shall sleep here for the night," the Nine-Tailed Fox murmured with a faint smirk.
"Sister." The Hen Spirit and the Jade Pipa Spirit emerged from the shadows.
Restoring her composure, the Nine-Tailed Fox smoothed her robes. "Let us proceed."
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Inside the pavilion, a faint candlelight flickered. Daji leaned against the window, her features as luminous as jade, her beauty so stunning it seemed to defy description.
"My Lady, the night is late. It is time to rest."
"Very well." Daji nodded and walked to the bed. The two maids stepped forward to remove her headpieces, letting her hair cascade down like a waterfall.
Suddenly, a strange wind blew. A maid screamed, "The light is out!" and then fell silent.
In the darkness, Daji frowned. Turning back, she saw a figure with glowing red eyes approaching. Paralyzed by terror, she could not even scream, forced to watch helplessly.
"Stand down!"
A calm voice cut through the air as a man in white appeared. The command was soft, yet to the Nine-Tailed Fox, it struck like a thunderclap, making her scalp prickle with dread.
"Hea—" Realizing who stood before her, the Nine-Tailed Fox gasped in terror.
Li Tian silenced her instantly, forcing her to change her words.
"We pay our respects to the Great Immortal!"
"Come out, all of you," Li Tian said, his gaze sweeping toward the Hen Spirit and the Jade Pipa Spirit.
The two spirits emerged, bowing low. They, too, recognized the supreme existence before them and, sensing his desire for secrecy, followed Daji’s lead and addressed him as the Great Immortal.
"I know why you have come," Li Tian said, seeing their compliance.
The three spirits rose, exchanging uneasy glances. They were, after all, acting on his instructions, though they would never dare voice such a thing. They stood with heads bowed, waiting for his judgment, filled with confusion as to why such an exalted being would involve himself in these mortal affairs.
Li Tian, indifferent to their thoughts, grabbed the Nine-Tailed Fox and placed his hands upon her face. Under his touch, her features began to shift, and within moments, she became the spitting image of Daji. It was a transformation of bone and flesh; from this moment on, her innate spirit body would remain in this form forever.
"Sister, your face!" the other two spirits cried out in shock.
The Nine-Tailed Fox touched her own cheeks, stunned to find herself looking exactly like Daji.
"Excellent," Li Tian said, stepping back to inspect her with satisfaction. He then turned to the real Daji, a smile playing on his lips. She was indeed beautiful—rivaling Nuwa and Chang'e. A true femme fatale for the ages.
"Come with me."
Li Tian approached Daji and, before she could react, took her fair hand. In the next heartbeat, the two dissolved into a beam of light and vanished from the post house.
The three spirits watched them disappear, left in stunned silence. Looking at the spot where Daji had stood, a realization dawned on them, causing them to shudder. They quickly forced the thought from their minds; some things were better left unknown, lest a slip of the tongue lead to catastrophe.