In a moment of daze, the surrounding space overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, Fan Wubing found himself on a terrace.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting."
Fan Wubing followed the voice and looked over. A woman in a white and gold Moonlight Skirt was approaching from the railing. Her slender fingers brushed over the lacquered round railing, walking gracefully under the moon. Looking up at her face, it was as beautiful as a full moon yet as cool as a crescent, with ink-colored pupils as tranquil as distant mountains. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her fair face was illuminated by soft light. Her lips, slightly rouged, were as full as annelid segments.
With each step she swayed with grace, her glances overflowed with emotion.
Fan Wubing instinctively thought, "As expected of one of the four Celestial Immortals."
"Please sit." The Moon Immortal gestured gently.
The two sat across from each other at a small round table, facing some of Fengdeng Towerâs top-tier Immortal Pastries and a pot of fine wine.
The Moon Immortal poured Fan Wubing a glass of wine, "Is this your first time at Illusion Immortal Tower?"
"Yes."
"Then what do you think of Illusion Immortal Tower?"
Fan Wubing smiled, "A celestial force disguised as a brothel."
The Moon Immortal glanced at him and sipped her wine, "You jest."
Fan Wubingâs fingers gently tapped the edge of the wineglass, creating ripples on the surface of the wine,
"The Shangjing Immortal Dynasty certainly wouldnât easily allow a celestial force in Changning City, but if itâs a top-tier brothel for nobles to indulge, thatâs another story."
The Moon Immortal chuckled, "Would you spend such a precious night on such a trivial matter? Could it be that Iâm not appealing enough? Or do men generally prefer political talk?"
Fan Wubing looked at her, "You are indeed charming, captivating with a glance. But since you invited me, I doubt itâs for idle talk."
"Why not?"
Fan Wubing smiled and asked, "Then do you know who I am?"
"The renowned Wu Wangxinger." The Moon Immortal chuckled, "Recently, the entire Immortal Continent was talking about the Little Freedom Official from White Jade Capital, Fu Manman, and Fengxian Valley Orchid from He Yue Village, saving the Southern Celestial Land from the Nether Demon Lord. Yet few know that Wu Wangxinger is the true master."
Fan Wubing took a piece of pastry and said nonchalantly, "Illusion Immortal Tower does have good intelligence. But sometimes what you know is just what others want you to know."
Fan Wubing never deliberately hid the identity of Wu Wangxinger; instead, he openly displayed it.
After all, traveling the world requires an identity.
However, no one can truly see through who Wu Wangxinger is. Few can transcend the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Deviceâs power. If Fan Wubing desired, no one could trace his tracks, but then again, the unknown is what makes people anxious.
The Moon Immortal laughed, "Many are curious about who Wu Wangxinger truly is. Although Wenxin Heaven and White Jade Capital deliberately avoid publicizing your name, those people arenât blind; they can catch onto details. As for whether these traces are intentionally left by Wu Wangxinger, that doesnât require too much thought. After all, before figuring that out, one needs to know who Wu Wangxinger is, right?"
Fan Wubing chuckled and asked, "So, did the Moon Immortal invite me here to explore my identity?"
The Moon Immortal bashfully responded, "Isnât it also worth anticipating to see what might happen between Wu Wangxinger and me?"
"Purity" and "Desire," a contradictory pair of words, suited the Moon Immortal well.
Her curvaceous figure, complemented by the noble Moonlight Skirt and New Moon Clear Light, exuded an allure that didnât hide oneâs yearning for beauty. Facing her, one could rightly say they werenât lustful but pursuing beauty.
Fan Wubing shook his head, "Thereâs no need to test me; just bring out your main person direct."
The Moon Immortal was stunned, "Moon Immortal doesnât know what Wu Wangxinger means."
Fan Wubing said, "Everywhere in Illusion Immortal Tower are beauties. Even the maids serving the Illusion Fairy are stunning. But how could the maids of the Moon Immortal, one of the four Celestial Immortals, be so plain? Earlier, when I mentioned adding a spot, she agreed immediately without questioning and arranged for my friendâs reception with ease. How could a maid achieve that?"
The Moon Immortal fell silent, then leaned back helplessly, instantly exuding a lazy aura.
She glanced back at the room behind the terrace,
"Sister Wu, your acting is terrible!"
A door opened from within. The plain maid from earlier looked at Fan Wubing, her gaze like a forest lake. She sauntered over, speaking as she walked,
"Just from that, you deduced Iâm the main one? Perhaps I was merely acting under the Moon Immortalâs orders."
Fan Wubing laughed, "Of course, thatâs not all. I realized from the start; otherwise, I wouldnât have asked you to find a companion for my friend."
"How did you realize?"
"By using my eyes."
Wu Qianqiu sat down, her eyes glimmering with a mystical aura, "My disguise isnât something you can see through with eyes."
Fan Wubing chuckled and asked, "Then how do you think your disguise compares to the Charm Demon Lordâs?"
Wu Qianqiu shook her head, "The disguises of Enchanting Demon Dao are naturally difficult for others to surpass."
"Thatâs impressive."
Seeing he didnât continue, Wu Qianqiu couldnât help but wonder, then what? Didnât the Charm Demon Lord ever enchant you? She refrained from asking, holding the Moon Immortalâs delicate hand beside her, and smiled,
"Even Little Moon canât attract you?"
Fan Wubing tapped the table rhythmically, "Such a lovely name for the Moon Immortal, and you make it sound so mundane?"
Wu Qianqiu smiled slightly.
The Moon Immortal rose and lazily stretched, her exquisite form fully displayed. She smiled and said,
"I wonât disturb you two any longer. Also, dear prince, Iâve left the door of this Moon Palace open for you; feel free to visit anytime you wish."
With that, she glided away.
Wu Qianqiu laughed, "Little Moon has a Water Spirit Body, her body soft and supple as water. Many out there yearn for her, but she has high standards and finds few to her liking. Those she fancies are either detached from desires or elusive like the Divine Dragon. Staying in this Moon Palace, she truly is lonely as snow. If Wu Wangxinger is interested, visiting more often wouldnât be bad."
Fan Wubing replied, "Beautiful abodes are easy to enter but hard to leave. So, itâs best to first figure out what lies within, right? Furthermore, does Fairy Qianqiu think Iâm not worthy to see your true face and still meet me with this plain appearance?"
Wu Qianqiu smiled brightly, "Forgive my discourtesy."
With that, the space before her began to ripple like waves.
Fan Wubing immediately sensed the change.
Soon, he understood Wu Qianqiuâs method of disguiseâusing spatial changes to create perceptive dislocation. This indicated that Wu Qianqiu mastered a spatial Dao.
There arenât many spatial Daos.
Besides the supreme Cosmic Dao, Fan Wubing had only seen the Four Directions Dao from the Little Leisurely Official, Celestial Venerable Yu Chen.
After pondering for a moment, based on Wu Qianqiuâs Dao manifestation, it should be... the Dao of Obscurity and Clarity, controlling the specific shapes, light, and shadow of space.
However, whether she is the Terminal Daoist of the Dao of Obscurity and Clarity remains unknown.
In Fan Wubingâs understanding, the Terminal Daoist of the Dao of Obscurity and Clarity has never been public.
Apart from those in powerful positions daringly revealing themselves, ordinary Terminal Daoists generally choose to hide their identities.
After shedding the disguise,
Fan Wubing witnessed the worldâs fifth most beautiful face.
At that moment, he truly believed the common saying about Wu Qianqiuâ
"Travel afar for the mortalâs fleeting banquet, to behold Changningâs splendid visage."
Wu Qianqiuâs beauty is one that directly touches the soul, unleashing all oneâs longing for beauty. She is impeccably beautiful, making Fan Wubingâs heart skip a beat. He never doubted his loyalty to love, but beauty is indeed a powerful, heart-stirring force.
Unlike the Charm Demon Lordâs beauty that makes one willing to forsake all, Wu Qianqiuâs beauty makes one want to be a part of her.
Her every expression, gestures, nods, and movements seemed to carry a filter known as "ethereal grace."
Fan Wubing thought to himself,
"A fairy indeed isnât just a tale."