Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 6] Chapter 61

[Vol. 6] Chapter 61: A Dream of Red Dust

Hmm… But why does this valley, filled with the melodies of immortals, feel like something described in a story?

Leaving a part of her consciousness anchored in this seemingly illusory realm, Violet shifted her primary focus back to reality.

She reopened her eyes.

The surroundings had turned unusually quiet. So quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard. It starkly contrasted with the lively and heated atmosphere from before.

Violet looked around.

Everyone remained in their original positions, but they had closed their eyes, as if they were asleep. Even the reserved Murong Yun standing by her side and the dreamy young woman sitting on stage with her zither weren’t exceptions.

However, the latter now exuded a faint, shimmering pink glow, as if responding to the scattered flower petals floating around.

A red dust… Is this an illusion?

Violet didn’t touch the figure of the middle-aged man in white. She merely stood in the corner of the ship’s cabin, at an inconspicuous spot near the edge, watching as the man and Bai’er fell into a deep sleep.

Both of them appeared calm, as if lost in a dream, their bodies adorned with faintly glowing runes.

Although Violet wasn’t familiar with these techniques and didn’t know their exact purpose, she could guess they served to prevent external interference, resist attacks, or enhance mental stability within the dreamlike realm.

It seemed they had detected the abnormality earlier, prepared themselves, and then willingly entered the dream.

Well then, let’s see what kind of mysterious music this ethereal scene holds.

Returning to her original spot, Violet closed her eyes once more, sinking her awareness into the illusory realm while leaving a fragment of her consciousness as an anchor.

A faint sound echoed: “Hoo~”

The scenery of the valley, filled with the melodies of immortals, reappeared before her eyes.

During her last visit to the dream realm, Violet had already observed the surrounding environment. This mountain valley had only one entrance, while the other directions were blocked by impassable barriers, like walls of thin air. Because of this, it was unlikely that she could wander aimlessly within the dream.

However, Violet was determined. Like a bullhead, she wanted to see beyond these barriers. After carefully reassessing the situation, she headed toward the entrance.

Soon, at the valley’s entrance, she discovered a stone tablet standing on the ground. On it, ancient spirit language characters formed a short paragraph:

[Only those with elegance and musical knowledge may enter the Immortal Melody Valley. If you wish to enter, please first prove your qualifications.]

Violet scratched her head.

“What does this mean?”

One could say it was amusing. After dragging her into this dream realm, they actually required proof of her qualifications at the entrance. Wasn’t this a bit of an overreach?

Hmm… but thinking about it, the crew on the [Music Fairy] ship did seem to be scholars or cultured aristocrats. Perhaps they managed to pass the qualification test to enter the valley, witnessed its authentic beauty inside, and ended up spreading rumors about it.

Still, how was she supposed to prove her qualifications? They couldn’t possibly want Violet to stand there and sing a high-pitched tune, right? Although, admittedly, she could probably manage…

At that moment, a glowing screen suddenly appeared above the stone tablet, projecting itself into the air.

“Please…”

Violet focused on the new content displayed on the screen. For a moment, she was caught off guard and blinked in confusion. At least three questions had appeared on the glowing screen.

[Based on your personal understanding, briefly explain the differences between a five-stringed zither and a seven-stringed zither]

[Which ten famous pieces have been passed down in the Ancient Spirit Realm to this day?]

[To date, who are the three individuals that have made the greatest contributions to the world of music, according to the ancient spirit realm?]

What on earth?! How could she possibly know such theoretical knowledge and historical trivia?

Alright, alright, fine.

Setting aside the facts, Violet quickly realized that these three questions weren’t overly difficult.

For those cultured and knowledgeable in music, particularly scholars, these should have been straightforward. It didn’t seem as though the questions were intentionally designed to stump someone.

Unfortunately, however, someone had just arrived in the [Ancient Spirit Realm] about a month ago and had barely had time to delve into such matters.

What now…

“Ah!!!”

Just as Miss Priestess was unsure of what to do, a low growl, akin to that of a dragon or a fierce beast, suddenly resounded from beside her. The sound carried a commanding aura that filled the air.

[My Lord, it seems you’re encountering some difficulty.]

Violet, slightly startled, turned her head and caught sight of the figure beside her.

It was a creature the size of a rice sack, with a crescent-shaped horn on its head, a body encased in tough scales, and four sharp claws. The claws glinted like tempered steel under the cold, luminous light, a clear sign of its ferocity.

“Oh, so it’s Little Fang.”

Given its presence here, it wasn’t surprising. As a pet bound by contract with Priestess, Little Fang shared a direct connection with her spiritual consciousness, and its form in the dream realm was a manifestation of her imagination.

Despite its intimidating appearance, Little Fang actually has very good spiritual attainments, which can even be called excellent. With strength that is not at the god level and without divine nature, he has mastered the power of divine thoughts that should have been uncontrollable

So, following the spiritual bond into this relatively loose dreamscape wasn’t a big challenge for it.

Violet gently patted its lowered head, examining this creature, her very first wild pet captured from another world, with a slight smile.

‘Yep, it’s as cool-looking as ever. Though honestly, it wouldn’t hurt if it were a bit cuter,’ she thought.

But instead of voicing her true thoughts, she said something else.

“How have you been lately? Is life in that space boring or repetitive? If you’re ever unhappy about anything, please let me know, okay? We’re partners now that we’ve formed a contract, so don’t feel too restrained.”

[Uh…]

For some reason, the imposing creature froze for a moment. A flicker of embarrassment flashed through its dark red eyes before it quickly shook its head and replied.

[Very, very good. There aren’t many creatures to talk to, but compared to the thousand years I spent sealed under the deep valley, it’s far more comfortable and free. The dense light energy there helps me recover greatly, and Senior Snow Wing takes good care of me… I have no complaints.]

“Pfft, Senior Snow Wing…”

The priestess couldn’t help but laugh.

She never expected Snow Wing, that little one, to be addressed as “senior” someday. But to be fair, she was only two or three years old at most. Compared to Little Fang, who had spent over a thousand years sealed away, Snow Wing was practically a baby chick.

Still, the relationships between her pets were their own business. Violet had no intention of interfering unless absolutely necessary, just as she never meddled in how Snow Wing and Xiao Guang interacted with each other.

Even though they were pets, they were also her companions, and they deserved their freedom.

[My Lord, is something funny? Why are you laughing?]

“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing. I just thought of something amusing. Anyway, back to the point, why are you suddenly here? Wait, don’t tell me you’re secretly a music expert and can help me answer these three questions?”

Hmm… no, that didn’t seem likely. The ancient civilization of the Ancient Spirit Realm had been nearly wiped out a thousand years ago during the chaos of the demon wars. The current civilization was rebuilt by the original Four Saints with the help of Spirit Veil Immortal Island.

Most of the culture that still existed today had developed within the past thousand years. Little Fang had been underground all that time. There was no way it would know anything about this.

Collecting itself, Little Fang raised its head again, its dark red eyes fixed on the deep valley filled with ethereal music.

[I sensed something familiar. My Lord, do you know what this place is?]

As though answering its own question, the beast’s thoughts carried a touch of emotion as it continued.

[How nostalgic… A thousand years have passed, and I never thought we’d meet again in this way, even if it’s only in a dream. My brother, the Beast of Music, Qiuniu. He’s here.]