Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 913

Chapter 913: The Musical Fairy, Qing Luan [The Sacred Land]

"You remind me of a legendary figure I once read about in a book," Shenlian Yingyue said with a subtle smile.

Qing Luan was a musical fairy in the Heavenly Realm. She comprehended the silent language of life, the whisper of sprouting seeds, the symphony of crashing waves, the heartbeat of mountains, and the sigh of dying stars. She understood nature’s balance: the push and pull of creation and decay, the dance of light and shadow that wove through all realms.

Her music carried the weight of this wisdom. Every plucked string echoed with the birth of universes. Every note held the melancholy of fading worlds. When she played, the melodies weren’t just sound. They were the laughter of newborn gods, the tears of forgotten spirits, the war cries of ancient warriors, and the lullabies of eternal night.

To hear her play was to witness the universe confessing its secrets.

Her music flowed like a timeless river, each syllable carrying the weight of centuries lived and wisdom hard-won.

When she spoke, the air itself seemed to still, for her words were not merely sounds but living echoes of ancient truths. Polished smooth by experience and offered with the quiet certainty of one who had witnessed the turning of ages.

How had the world’s most revered muse become its most reviled devil?

Once, Fairy Qing Luan had been grace incarnate, a being whose music could coax blossoms from barren earth and tears from stone. Now, the realms spat her name like a curse. They called her a hypocrite draped in false divinity, her every act laced with venomous intent.

The accusations were endless.

She had slaughtered her own clan for the ancient musical relics they guarded.

She had stolen her sister’s betrothed, consumed by envy of her sibling’s celestial favor.

She had betrayed her closest friends when they uncovered the secrets of the Sacred Land of Music.

Worst of all was her art, a weapon disguised as beauty. Her melodies slithered into the soul, addicting listeners until they were hollow puppets, desperate for another note.

But the truth, as always, was more tragic.

The real genius had been her sister, the true Musical Fairy, whose talent outshone the heavens themselves. In her jealousy, Qing Luan had stolen more than her sister’s destiny. She had twisted her own soul to claim it. And when the deception unraveled, the world made her pay, hunted, banished, broken.

Shenlian Yingyue regarded the translucent spirit with thoughtful eyes. As Qing Luan materialized before her, the pieces clicked into place. This sacred realm must have belonged to the fallen Musical Fairy herself. The air between them thrummed with unspoken history.

"Are you not afraid of me?" Qing Luan’s voice echoed like wind chimes in an abandoned temple.

Yingyue’s lips curved slightly. "Why should I be?"

"When my sister ascended as the true Musical Fairy, I became invisible. Her radiance eclipsed my existence. Those who spoke my name would vanish like morning mist. Eventually, they branded me a cursed star, an omen to be avoided at all costs." A ripple passed through Qing Luan’s spectral form.

"Those are merely others’ limited perceptions," Shenlian Yingyue countered, her voice steady as ancient bedrock.

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