Chapter 808: Severing Fate (II)
Li Xuanfeng immediately felt relief in his ears and eyes as the purple clouds billowed upward. He recognized the purple-robed female cultivator in the sky as none other than Daoist Master Zipei of the Purple Smoke Gate.
This Daoist Master had old ties with Daoist Master Yuan Su. It was she who handed the Xinyou Pristine Marsh Seal to Ning Heyuan. She was a peak Purple Mansion Realm cultivator and a pillar of the Purple Smoke Gate.
"Why are you doing this?!" A low, rumbling voice filled with restrained anger rang in Li Xuanfeng's ears. Fortunately, the purple mist had blocked most of the pressure, and what reached him was tolerable.
Daoist Master Zipei stood in midair, arms folded, and said lightly, "Pi Jia, I say he is without fate."
Her tone was calm, like stating a fact, giving not the slightest face to the Maha Pi Jia. The colorful clouds offered no reply, leaving only a terrifying silence hanging in the air.
The drizzling azure rain fell into the blue waters, causing ripples that collided with one another. A Maha and a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator stood in quiet confrontation within the Pristine Heaven’s Pool Below, under the Xinyou Pristine Marsh Seal until, at last, the chorus of ten thousand voices resounded from the multicolored clouds, "Zipei, Azure Pond has lost the disciple, and then he lost again to this bow-wielding man. From wild joy to bitter envy, this child must now fall from Jinlian and into my grasp. Such is the natural order.
"Suiguan stands by with folded arms, why then do you, Daoist friend, step in for him?"
Zipei's voice, as always, was cool and distant. But as she spoke, the violet qi around her surged and rippled, "I’ve been in secluded cultivation for many years, long troubled by doubts over destiny. Now though on the verge of a breakthrough, I still cannot let it go. So I’ve taken this chance to test it, even if there’s reason or no reason."
Since Daoist Master Zipei was approaching her breakthrough, Maha Pi Jia clearly had no desire to quarrel with her. He merely responded in a heavy tone, "And what does Daoist friend intend?"
"You say he is fated, and I say he is not." Daoist Master Zipei tossed the jade seal in her hand, speaking softly, "Why don’t you and I, Maha Pi Jia, resolve this? Does this man truly share destiny with your Northern Buddhist Sect or not?"
"Oh?" Maha Pi Jia’s tone noticeably softened, clearly confident in this matter. Buddhist cultivators were, after all, most adept at manipulating fate. What need had he to fear a mere Purple Mansion Realm cultivator? He sneered inwardly but replied in a tone as warm as ten thousand voices, "So Daoist friend wishes for me to resolve this fate, how splendid indeed."