Chapter 1142: Opening Scene (I)
"Shaohui."
Lu Jiangxian had molded this Lesser Yin fairy. Though her memories had been erased, the Dao lineage of Fuyu's Lesser Yin remained in her memory. Her immortal title and even her name had been restored according to that lineage, giving her an unmistakable touch of Lesser Yin.
Unlike the demonic creature Fuyu, her tea-white robes gave her a graceful, dignified air. The pipa in her hands was a fine treasure, and not inferior to any ancient spirit artifact. Lu Jiangxian could shape her appearance however he pleased, entirely at his own whim.
He regarded the fairy before him, the second true living being within his mirror. The stone spirits and heavenly soldiers he had crafted earlier possessed basic instincts and moved at commands alone. Though they filled the courtyard and gave it a lively semblance, they were nothing more than powerful puppets.
What began as a desperate agreement with Chi Buzi turned out to be not such a bad thing after all. Whether in uncovering old secrets or recruiting followers, I’ll need to create a figure imposing enough to serve as the proper face of both the summoning and sacrificial rites.
Bit by bit, I’ll fill her with substance. Perhaps one day she’ll serve a greater purpose, and at least, I won’t have to remain alone in silence within the mirror.
As the white-robed fairy bowed respectfully before him in the courtyard, Lu Jiangxian said softly, "Since the Lesser Yin seat has yet to reclaim its residence, fate has allowed you to return to your immortal post ahead of time. Go first to Zhen'gao to take up a position and, for now, act under the orders of the Supreme Yin Court."
Shaohui quickly knelt. Though the figure before her was not her direct superior, he ranked among the highest of the palace lords. She accepted his command with deep respect and withdrew with her pipa.
When she left the great hall, she descended the mist-shrouded jade steps. Immortal Officials on either side bowed in greeting. Though she was a Lesser Yin fairy, many from the Supreme Yin Court were present. She nodded lightly, dismissing them, and made her way along a familiar path toward a high platform carved with bright moon motifs.
The platform gleamed with jade-like radiance amid drifting snow, and was flanked by flowing spirit water. Several imposing heavenly soldiers stood guard along the banks. She stepped forward and ascended the platform, where a handsome immortal general was reading.