I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3415 - 1695: Searching for Dai’er in the Cold Prison Corridor, Sword Pierces Ice Prison Tearing the Face_2
Chapter 3415 -1695: Searching for Dai’er in the Cold Prison Corridor, Sword Pierces Ice Prison Tearing the Face_2
He wanted to bring someone, so he did.
“Ah?”
Dai’er pointed at herself, her expression flickering uneasily, “No, that’s not appropriate…”
“Just think of it as guiding this old man. Let’s go.”
Yuegong Hui spoke decisively, taking strides into the grand doors.
As the dignified Hall Order of the Guardian Spirit Hall, bending the rules to bring someone along—what harm could it do? Would the Cold Palace Emperor Realm actually punish this old man?
…
Yue Gongnu’s “cell” was indeed spacious.
The cold prison was essentially a massive icy cavity, carved deep within the Cold Sea. The temperature was terrifyingly frigid, and coarse ice walls were visible at every turn within.
The corridor stretched endlessly, winding and twisting endlessly; today, the journey seemed to have grown several times longer.
Miss Dai’er, shivering from the cold, followed behind the old man. Her exposed shoulders, even though partially clothed, trembled uncontrollably.
“Miss Dai’er, how would you describe Yue Gongnu’s musical talent?”
Yuegong Hui, clad in dark robes and draped with a long gown, exuded the demeanor of an elder. As they walked, he initiated casual conversation.
“Well, it’s naturally…” Dai’er tucked her neck low and murmured softly, “How could I dare to judge? It’s surely transcendent!”
“Miss Dai’er, can you also play ‘Injury Nan Ting’?”
“I… I could, perhaps…”
Dai’er spoke hesitantly, glancing furtively at the old man ahead of her. Her hands instinctively rose to hug her shoulders, as if trying to shield herself further.
She was undeniably freezing.
The cold prison was cold; the ice walls were cold.
And in this environment, Hui Lao’s presence felt equally cold.
“Right around the corner lies the room—there, you’ll meet Yue Gongnu.” Dai’er hurriedly changed the topic, dropping her hands, quickening her steps, her heels clicking as she sped towards the faint light she had finally noticed.
“Oh!”
Unexpectedly, Hui Lao suddenly stopped.
Her chest and face collided with his back in quick succession, like hitting an iron wall, leaving her slightly aching.
“Hui Lao, you…”
Yuegong Hui turned his head, his expression utterly void of emotion, cold to the extreme as he said, “Miss Dai’er, come to the Guardian Spirit Hall.”
“W-What?”
Dai’er’s face froze in confusion. As a thought came to her, she pressed her back and palms hard against the ice wall. The invading cold was unnoticed as her voice quivered nervously: ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
“The Guardian Spirit Hall does…does have vacancies…”
“But I…I…I’m not worthy…”
She was nearly in tears.
Dim light from the corridor’s entrance shone faintly.
Against the ice wall, Dai’er looked like a delicate, pitiful young fawn, her face pale, devoid of any sign of blood.
Yuegong Hui’s expression remained indifferent. He lightly licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue and spoke calmly, “Not to serve, merely to come—tonight.”
“C-Come to do what?”
“Nothing much. The old man wishes to hear you play ‘Injury Nan Ting’ privately for me.”
In that moment, Dai’er was petrified.
Yuegong Hui retrieved a jade token from within his wide sleeve robe, bent down, and tucked it into the young maiden’s chest with a gentle smile:
“This is my identity jade token. With this token, you can pass through the Cold Palace Emperor Realm, and more importantly, you can access the Guardian Spirit Hall.”
“Rest assured, the Yin God Guard won’t question the reason. Even if they see you, they’ll pretend they didn’t. Remember to come tonight.”
“Do not be afraid—this is your fate.”
Sliding against the ice wall, Dai’er fell onto the ground with a thump.
“Who’s out there?”
At that moment, a soft voice echoed from around the corner, like a bird chirping in an empty valley or the ringing of delicate jewelry:
“Is it Dai’er?”
“I’ve told you—don’t wait outside. Come in if you’ve arrived.”
Yuegong Hui patted Dai’er’s stunned and dainty face, chuckled, and stood up. As his expression spasmed briefly, tears began to well in his eyes.
With a sudden wail, he rushed towards the bend, flinging his sleeves as he ran like an ugly ape, crashing into the cell and crying out in desperation:
“Lady Yue Gongnu, your loyal servant has come to see you!”
…
The cell.
All four sides still consisted of ice walls.
No special arrangements were seen; in contrast, the place was downright simple—almost crude.
The only exception was an ancient, mystical seven-stringed zither resting atop an icy blue table, its aura seemingly harboring an immortal spirit.
Behind the zither sat a young woman dressed in a plain, white gown.
She wore no jewelry—no belt jade, necklace, earrings, or jade hairpin—all these adornments that even servants often bore were absent on her.
Her cascading black hair fell like a waterfall to her waist. Upon seeing the visitor, who was not who she had anticipated, she quietly picked up the humble Black Wood Hairpin from the ice table, pulling her hair into a simple bun out of courtesy.
Even still…
Pure like the lotus emerging from water, untouched by embellishment.
She merely sat tranquilly before the zither, akin to a fallen immortal gracing the mortal world with beauty unparalleled.
“So, you’ve come merely to request a Sound Transmission Jade Scroll, to journey into the wilderness and seek Ali?”
Yue Gongnu’s delicate hand lightly brushed against the ancient strings, shaking her head faintly, her brows creased as she said, “But my spiritual senses are useless; I cannot inscribe the scroll nor fulfill your request.”
Her voice seemed divine, capable of calming one’s heart and soul.
Yuegong Hui, realizing tears were futile, had already composed himself. Yet he remained stubborn, pulling out a jade scroll as he spoke:
“This humble elder’s saint’s will can still function partially. I can assist you in inscribing the Sound Transmission Jade Scroll—just one sentence will suffice.”
Yue Gongnu pressed her lips into a smile, refraining from any explicit comment.
Her refusal was clear without needing further explanation.
This wasn’t a matter resolved in one or two sentences; the entire situation was wholly inappropriate to begin with.
For the esteemed Hall Order of the Guardian Spirit Hall to beg a convict for a scroll just to safeguard his safety in front of the Holy Emperor’s successor?
From Ali’s perspective…
After serving as the Holy Emperor’s successor for so many years, had his dignity not been established?
Was he so powerless that even the simple decision to kill or spare a transgressor depended upon the opinion of a convict?
Even if this convict was his own elder sister?
“Ali won’t be pleased. This scroll cannot be made for you. Hui Lao, please leave—I wish to focus on playing my zither.” Yue Gongnu, sensing no alternative, chose to outright reject him.
