Spirit Vessel-Chapter 1085: Female Saint
Chapter 1085: Female Saint
A bone-biting wind blew over.
On top of the stone bridge was a daoist woman wearing a blue dress. She appeared around twenty years of age with beautiful apricot eyes and perfect skin. A purple belt helped show off her perfect figure.
Feiyun had met many women but few could compare to her in terms of elegance and ethereal presence. Only Shui Yueting could match her.
She held a small bronze cauldron with a bamboo stick growing inside. She had a gentle look in her eyes as she stared at it. Men couldn’t help wanting to protect and embrace her afte seeing this.
‘She must be a senior sister.’ Feiyun thought because her aura was similar to that of the blue-dress girl.
Despite looking like an old man, he still cupped his fist and lowered his head: “Greetings, Senior.”
He sensed an immense pressure from her - a sign of her powerful cultivation.
However, she didn’t seem like she heard him and only focused on the cauldron. She walked toward the forest at an incredible speed.
He tried to dodge but she was too fast but something strange happened. He felt something cold but wasn’t affected.
This was akin to being hit by cold water but he didn’t become wet. When he turned around, the woman was already inside the forest.
“Did she just pass through my body?” He asked.
The turtle, the fruit, and even the blood-dragon became afraid.
“That was a ghost!” The dragon shouted.
“No, she was definitely alive.” The turtle disagreed.
Feiyun was startled as well. Given his current cultivation, he could tell whether someone was alive or just an image. This didn’t apply here; perhaps she was too powerful.
Once inside the forest, she took out the bamboo and planted it on the ground. Her eyes were filled with hope.
Alas, the bamboo didn’t grow and somehow collapsed into dust. Her world seemed to be crumbling alongside it. Thunder and lighting took over in the air. Numerous lightning serpents woved across the mountain.
“Boom!” The sky seemed to be falling down.
“Why?! Why to dust?! Did you trick me, no, no…” She murmured and looked out of control. This harmonized with the lightning bolts above. Ten of the largest ones gathered and rotated, creating a bright moon.
The crew sensed a world-devouring power. This was not something men could resist.
The blood-dragon’s teeth chattered as it spoke: “This woman… just her emotions alone can call a tribulation, is she the heaven?”
“This is a tribulation during the ascension of a saint, its name is Solar Lightning Arc.” The fruit responded.
Both the dragon and the turtle were horrified after hearing this. Just one strand of this tribulation would kill all of them.
Feiyun started sweating as well because the pressure was increasing, nearly crushing him.
The woman looked up at the sky and said: “Even if you are lying to me, I’ll keep on waiting. You will be back when leaves grow from the branches, I’m sure of it, I’ll wait until we can watch the moonlight together again…”
She reached up and grasped all ten lightning arcs in unison. The oppressive atmosphere dissipated right away as she smiled.
“Who the hell is she?! This is a saint tribulation!” The turtle was astounded.
“She has to be a reclusive saint.” Feiyun was overwhelmed with emotion. He finally saw one in person after hearing about their legends in the previous life.
“Can it be?” The blood-dragon contemplated something. Its eyes suddenly bulged outward as it realized something.
“Oh? Where did she go?”
“I don’t know, she was here just now.”
The woman suddenly disappeared. Feiyun didn’t see what happened either.
The blue-dress girl landed behind him and said: “You saw her?”
She stared in the direction of the forest - there was nothing there.
“Who is she?” Feiyun asked.
Everyone wanted to know the answer to this question.
The girl waved her hand and released invisible wind, seemingly wanting to remove a veil. The place where the woman planted the bamboo tree changed, revealing a jade tablet.
Everyone’s expression changed after seeing the grave.
“What you saw earlier was only a projection from ten thousand years ago. This is the present.” She walked over to the grave and kowtowed three times. She summoned a broom and cleaned the bamboo leaves around it.
Feiyun imagined the woman planting the bamboo tree and waiting for decades until it became dust. That was when despair surfaced.
Everything felt so real earlier, how could it be just a projection from the past?
“Where is she now?” Feiyun was a bit confused while looking at the jade tablet.
“She passed away three hundred years ago.” The girl responded.
“The senior was clearly in her prime ten thousand years ago. A saint can’t die that fast given their lifespan.” Feiyun said.
“When a woman’s heart is dead, they will wither away. Cultivation is useless. The only reason why she lasted ten thousand years was due to her obsession, wanting to wait it out.”
“Why does she want to die?” Feiyun sighed.
“A man gave her a bamboo shoot, saying that the moment leaves appear, he would return to her.” The girl said: “However, she later realized that the bamboo was dead and would never grow, and that this place was perpetually dark with no moon.”
“Still an idiot despite reaching the saint realm. I see, but if it was me, I would have revived that bamboo tree somehow and then captured a moon to brign it back here.” He took a deep breath.
“A person in love will become blind and deaf, or a fool. You call her a fool, perhaps the problem is that you have never truly fallen in love before.” She said.
Feiyun thought that he had experienced this before and shouldn’t be making fun of the saint. After all, he was killed by Shui Yueting.
“Though the bud was dead and no moon could be seen, she still waited in confidence. Ten thousand years passed by and during her last moment, she was alone. Only the winds kept her company. All of her beauty and glory are now buried here.”
Feiyun could imagine her sadness and despair. After a while, he asked: “You weren’t with her then?”
The blue-dress girl shook her head.
Feiyun looked down at the tablet again and read the characters: “I apologize for not keeping your bamboo tree alive, the only thing I can do is bury myself here.”
It seemed that she didn’t hate the man and placed the blame on herself.
