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Time passed swiftly, and the day of the Grand Compendium of Immortal Arts finally arrived. The sun shone brightly, and the Immortal Sect was adorned with colorful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere. However, beneath this lively facade lay a brewing storm.
Dressed in the splendid Purple Celestial Garment, I slowly made my way to the altar of the Grand Compendium of Immortal Arts, surrounded by a throng of admirers. My face remained calm, but my eyes betrayed a resolute determination. I knew that today was the day I would confront You Ying, the moment to unveil the truth and clear my name.
The square of the Immortal Sect was packed with people, bustling with excitement. Disciples donned various ceremonial robes, neatly lined up on both sides of the square, their faces glowing with anticipation for the spectacular performance of the Grand Compendium of Immortal Arts. The sect leader and several elders sat solemnly on a high platform, their expressions grave as they surveyed the crowd.
As I ascended the steps to the altar, each step felt like a strike against You Ying's heart. When I stood at the center of the altar, all eyes were fixed upon me. Taking a deep breath, I began to reveal my true self according to the ritual.
I slowly closed my eyes and summoned the spiritual energy within me. In an instant, dazzling light burst forth from my body, illuminating the entire altar like a brilliant star. The purple light flickered and danced around me, gradually coalescing into a massive cocoon of light. Gasps of awe erupted from the surrounding disciples as they eagerly awaited my transformation into a breathtaking Immortal Form.
However, when the cocoon dissipated, what appeared before everyone was not the celestial figure they had anticipated but an ordinary mortal. Clad in simple garments and possessing an unremarkable appearance, I had lost all semblance of my former ethereal grace.
A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd; gasps and exclamations filled the air. Disciples exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes brimming with confusion and shock. The sect leader suddenly stood up, disbelief etched across his face as his wine cup slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground and splashing liquid everywhere.
"How could this be?" one disciple exclaimed in disbelief, covering his mouth with wide eyes.
"Weren't we told that the Immortal roots of our celestial maiden were purest? How could this happen..." another disciple's voice trembled slightly as if unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.
On the platform, the sect leader's face turned pale with fury as he clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly. Beside him, Jun Lin appeared as white as a sheet, his lips quivering as he stared at me in shock and confusion, as if he had witnessed something unfathomable.
Just as everyone was reeling from their astonishment, another beam of light rose from the opposite side of the altar. As it faded away, a figure radiating brilliant Immortal light emerged before everyone—it was You Ying. Dressed in an exquisite white celestial robe and exuding charm and grace, he was surrounded by dazzling Immortal light that made him appear like a deity descended from heaven.
He elegantly unfurled his Immortal light, swirling it around him in mid-air while basking in the admiration and envy of those present. His gaze was filled with pride and provocation as if he were flaunting his superiority over me. I looked at him coldly, my heart brimming with anger and disdain. I knew that all of this was merely a facade; soon enough, the truth would be revealed to all.
You Ying gracefully descended to the ground and bowed deeply to the sect leader, his voice melodious: "Sect Leader, You Ying has fulfilled his duty and finally awakened his Immortal Form." His tone dripped with arrogance.
"The celestial maiden's Immortal roots are damaged; it turns out her bloodline is impure!"
"What a disgrace to our Immortal Sect!"
The disciples below began to murmur among themselves in hushed tones. Their gazes towards me were filled with contempt and disgust while their looks towards You Ying brimmed with admiration and reverence.
I observed all this coldly without a hint of emotion. You Ying, do you really think you can succeed like this? You are too naive. Today I will expose your schemes for all to see.
You Ying continued to embellish his words: "She is not an immortal; she is... she is a bastard child of a mortal and Mo Xiu!" His voice rose deliberately so that everyone could hear.
The crowd erupted once more into chaos as expressions of shock and disbelief spread across their faces. The sect leader and Jun Lin were left dumbfounded as if struck by lightning; their minds blanked out. You Ying wore an expression of triumph as he feigned surprise: "How could this happen? Ling Yao." His eyes sparkled with mockery and schadenfreude.
You Ying slowly descended onto the altar, looking down at me with malicious glee flickering in his eyes. "Ling Yao," he sighed dramatically as if lamenting my fate, "your bloodline... it seems that rumors are true; you are not of pure Immortal roots."
The sect leader looked at You Ying with a glimmer of satisfaction before turning back to me; his gaze grew complicated. "Ling Yao... what... what is going on?" His voice trembled slightly as if he struggled to accept what lay before him.
Before I could respond, You Ying interjected: "I overheard that Ling Yao's mother is not the sect leader's original wife but rather a mysterious woman forcibly taken by him. Ling Yao's birth has tainted our Immortal Sect's bloodline; this is why she has never been able to transform into her Immortal Form!"
His words detonated like heavy bombs, causing an uproar among the crowd. People immediately began to murmur, their gazes toward me filled with disdain and contempt.
As the discussions swirled around, another brilliant light erupted from You Ying's body. A beautiful Immortal Bird slowly emerged from the radiance, soaring above the altar while emitting a clear, melodious call. The Immortal Bird was pure white, its feathers shimmering with a crystalline glow, as if it had descended from a celestial realm.
"It’s the Immortal Bird! You Ying truly possesses the bloodline of Immortal sect!"
"The Sect Leader, Ling Yao, is not a true immortal; she is... she is a hybrid," You Ying said, his eyes slightly reddening, presenting a pitiful appearance as if he were the victim.
"Hybrid?!" The crowd gasped in shock once more. You Ying deliberately paused before whispering, "She is the offspring of a mortal and Mo Xiu!"
"What?!" A wave of exclamations erupted from the crowd, their looks toward me brimming with disgust and disdain, as if I were something unclean.
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