Chapter 69 You Are the Disciple She Chose For Me…
“I don’t want to discuss it with you.”
Yun Wuxiang rejected the Black Mist Bird’s proposal: “When you and Song Yilou conspired to scheme against me, you didn’t discuss it with me either. Why say more now?”
The Black Mist Bird said, “Who conspired with him?”
“The acting of you two is too terrible; I am not blind.” Especially when the Black Mist Bird was torn to shreds, that fake, exaggerated, and stiff performance—Yun Wuxiang didn’t even want to comment on it. If he hadn’t wanted to see what Song Yilou’s goal was in orchestrating this, he wouldn’t have waited until now to expose it.
He tilted his head slightly, looked at the Black Mist Bird, and said casually, “I’m not in a very good mood, so you can’t have it easy either.”
The Black Mist Bird’s feathers truly exploded this time. Its double pupils could see into the heart, and its eyes told it that Yun Wuxiang was being serious!
“Wait! I did this for your own good. There is an anomaly in your soul; it needs to be filled and repaired to become complete. Otherwise, you will be stuck at the Demon Lord realm for this life, with no fate for the Great Dao!”
“Song Yilou isn’t dead either; he can still live!”
Yun Wuxiang: “I don’t care if he’s dead or alive.” That ghost thing really wasn’t completely dead.
“If the Tower Spirit self-destructs, I will definitely exact revenge for it. Neither you nor your brother will escape death!” the Black Mist Bird threatened.
Yun Wuxiang didn’t take its words to heart at all: “It doesn’t matter. I have no great attachment to life and death. As for Yun Xinyang, his life and death have been mine to decide for many years.”
Looking at those eyes devoid of desires, filled only with slaughter and destruction, the Black Mist Bird suddenly felt a shock in its heart: “Calm down! You’ve been influenced by Song Yilou’s soul body. Don’t learn to act crazy like him!”
“Delusional nonsense.” Yun Wuxiang’s tone was certain: “He will not influence me.”
Not influence him, my foot! This crazy, reckless appearance, ignoring life and death just to satisfy his own mood—it was exactly the same behavior as that Ghost Gu!
The Black Mist Bird couldn’t help but start regretting. Compared to being influenced by Song Yilou, it would have been better to just keep the status quo!
[Demon Fiend Prison! Even in death, I won’t let you off!!!]
The Tower Spirit’s resentful roar echoed in the Black Mist Bird’s ears. In a flash, the Black Mist Bird appeared in front of Yun Wuxiang, enveloping him in a mass of black mist: “Sever Space, Forbid Magic!”
Yun Wuxiang felt all his connections with the outside world severed. Whether it was the Qingdi Temple plaque, the two array eyes, or the Green Dragon Jade Bangle given to Shen Lanqing, he lost all sensing of them. Even his demonic qi could not be used.
The Black Mist Bird first went to ask the Tower Spirit: [Waste Tower, are you still alive?] [Scared me to death! Why didn’t you use space lockdown earlier?!] [I haven’t fought in so many years, I forgot for a moment.] [How could you forget this? Is your brain growing weeds and blocking your head?] [What are you panicking for? Aren’t you perfectly fine right now? Just a little turbulence, look how scared you are, completely losing your mind, only knowing how to yell and complain. Artifact spirits who haven’t participated in combat simply have immature mentalities.]
With the problem solved, the Black Mist Bird began to act high and mighty again, completely forgetting how it had just been scared into exploding its feathers.
[Bah! You weren’t the one almost self-destructing! It’s easy for you to stand there and talk without feeling the pain!] The Tower Spirit cursed furiously, pouring all its terror into roars directed madly at the Black Mist Bird.
“Space lockdown?” Yun Wuxiang relaxed for a moment. Gathering what little strength he had, he raised his hand, his fingertips piercing into the black mist. The Azure Heaven Mark on his forehead lit up: “Azure Heaven Peerless, Omnipotent.”
The eight-character starting incantation made the Black Mist Bird panic: “Azure Emperor Space-Piercing Art? Stop! The power in that Dao Mark can’t withstand such squandering from you!”
“Moreover, you are using a demonic body right now; why are you using an immortal sect technique?!”
Yun Wuxiang turned a deaf ear: “Pierce.”
The Black Mist Bird said urgently: “Reverse! Prison Time Traceback!”
Yun Wuxiang watched as his own hand lowered—no, it returned to the moment before he raised his hand.
“Time reversal?”
The Black Mist Bird raised its chin and said proudly: “That’s right. Within the Great Prison is my domain; I am the master here.”
[You fat dead bird, why didn’t you use this earlier! You made me worry for nothing.] [Shut up. I can only reverse time inside the Great Prison. The outside time isn’t affected. If he continues to demand you self-destruct, you still will.]
“Inside the Great Prison, which means you can only control the time here.”
As soon as Yun Wuxiang spoke, the Black Mist Bird had a bad premonition and immediately shifted its attention back.
“Then let’s slowly wear each other down. I’d like to see how many times you can reverse it.” Yun Wuxiang raised his hand again: “Azure Heaven Peer…”
Not again!
The Black Mist Bird roared again: “Reverse!”
Yun Wuxiang’s hand lowered, the words retracted.
“Azure Heaven…”
“Reverse!”
“Azure…”
“Reverse, stop!” The Black Mist Bird’s feathers truly exploded this time. The black mist enveloping its body became messy and prickly.
Yun Wuxiang completely ignored its cries and continued his hand movements: “Azure Heaven Peerless…”
“Shut up!” The Black Mist Bird spread its wings, tossing out a profound black feather that pierced into the center of Yun Wuxiang’s brow.
The Azure Heaven Mark on Yun Wuxiang’s forehead flashed and slowly faded, replaced by a dark phoenix demonic mark.
Domineering and violent demonic qi rose from the demonic mark. Yun Wuxiang’s vision went dark, and his consciousness was pulled into another space, or rather, a battlefield.
Above heaps of skeletal remains, a pair of massive purple demonic eyes, over three meters in diameter, looked down from above. The demonic qi, pure to the extreme, felt like heavy seawater, pressing down so hard one couldn’t breathe.
Those eyes drew closer along with the pitch-black demonic qi, stopping in front of Yun Wuxiang. After observing for a moment, a voice echoed in Yun Wuxiang’s mind.
“The aura of Azure Heaven, the aura of Shuji, and Mishu’s tower mark—so mixed together. You are Tianqing’s disciple.”
Yun Wuxiang replied under the pressure: “I suppose so.”
Having mixed auras means being Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s disciple? What kind of judgment criteria is that?
“I am a wisp of consciousness left here by Daoist Venerable Jiangzi. What Daoist title did Tianqing give you? Junlin, Tianyi, or Wushuang?” asked the consciousness of Daoist Venerable Jiangzi.
Yun Wuxiang was now certain that Daoist Venerable Jiangzi and Daoist Venerable Tianqing were truly very close. This naming style perfectly matched Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s aesthetic.
“Tanyun.”
“Tanyun, hm.” Daoist Venerable Jiangzi’s gaze flickered slightly. Repeating this Daoist title, the invisible pressure on Yun Wuxiang vanished completely.
The purple eyes pulled back, revealing the full form of a dark purple, almost black phoenix—solemn and magnificent, exuding an unangry might. Every feather displayed an innate nobility and elegance. Black clouds drifted around its body, like decorations embellishing a beautiful painting.
“When Tianqing was young, she was just like you—brilliant, exceptionally intelligent, quick to learn anything, so she learned a bit of everything. When her aura was at its most chaotic, she had gathered the five worldly energies of immortal, demon, ghost, devil, and fiend, and would experience Qi Deviation every few days.”
A trace of amusement crossed the dark phoenix’s eyes. As its long neck turned, black mist diffused, and a beautiful silhouette stepped out. She had deep phoenix eyes, an air of noble elegance, and awe-inspiring majesty, with a string of Buddhist beads dangling from her wrist.
“Right now, you are only missing demonic (monster) qi to be exactly like her.” Daoist Venerable Jiangzi looked at him kindly: “Need help?”
Since Yun Wuxiang gained consciousness, no one had ever looked at him with the gaze reserved for a child. After a moment of silence, he said: “Thank you for the Daoist Venerable’s kindness, but it is unnecessary.”
Daoist Venerable Jiangzi sighed softly: “Actually, I am merely asking out of politeness. If your situation drags on any longer, it will be disastrous. You currently have two choices. One, I will take action to wash away the other auras from your body, help you refine your demonic qi, and you will inherit my Dao tradition.”
“Two, you go to the inheritance grounds of Daoist Venerable Fenri or Daoist Venerable Shenmu yourself to obtain a demon race inheritance, gather all five worldly energies, walk Tianqing’s old path, and then wait for Qi Deviation.”
Wasn’t this obviously leaving only one path to take?
Yun Wuxiang vaguely felt something was wrong. Didn’t Daoist Venerable Jiangzi hate the demon race? Wasn’t her attitude toward him a bit too easygoing and friendly?
“Are you helping me like this because I am Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s disciple?”
“No.” Daoist Venerable Jiangzi shook her head. Her beautiful but unapproachable face held little expression, appearing somewhat distant and cold, yet her eyes were exceptionally tolerant and gentle as she said: “You are my disciple.”
Yun Wuxiang: “I haven’t decided to change my Dao tradition yet.”
“It has nothing to do with your current choice. Tanyun is the Daoist title I decided on for my future first disciple when Tianqing and I were discussing disciple titles.”
Daoist Venerable Jiangzi flew in front of Yun Wuxiang, examining this face more carefully. A look of satisfaction surfaced in her eyes as she concluded: “You are the disciple she chose for me.”
Yun Wuxiang was left speechless for a moment, unsure of how to reply.
He knew the Daoist title Tanyun didn’t fit Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s naming style—it seemed like a mutation. It turned out it was stolen.
This was probably a misunderstanding. The first Daoist title Daoist Venerable Tianqing gave him was Duzun (Sole Supreme), followed by a string of similar titles, all of which he rejected before finally changing it to Tanyun.
However, the current situation seemed to default in his favor. Setting everything else aside, inheriting Daoist Venerable Jiangzi’s tradition meant the Black Mist Bird’s territory would be his, securing another array eye.
Having lived all these years, I’ve never seen an Inner Demon develop an independent soul. The disciple Tianqing chose for me is indeed one in a million, truly unique.
Daoist Venerable Jiangzi nodded, finding the disciple before her more and more pleasing to the eye. Her gaze paused when she saw a certain black-and-red zebra-striped line in the void: “However, your marriage line…”
Another person seeing his marriage line. Yun Wuxiang was already fully aware of the ominous marriage line between him and Song Yilou: “The Daoist Venerable need not say things like helping me sever the marriage line.”
How many people have said that to him, and who has succeeded?
Furthermore, this was his business; unauthorized interference from others was displeasing.
“Call me Master,” Daoist Venerable Jiangzi corrected, sweeping her phoenix eyes over him.
“Although I come from an orthodox righteous sect, I am not the kind of rigid Master who demands her disciples sever all love and desires.”
Yun Wuxiang sensed the pure, domineering demonic qi on Daoist Venerable Jiangzi.
A Demon Venerable from an orthodox righteous sect?
Daoist Venerable Jiangzi shook her head slightly: “The world believes that a marriage line bearing a death thread is an inauspicious fate. But the more dangerous the marriage line, the deeper the affection between the two, making it difficult to part.”
“Having a death thread without it becoming a fatal tribulation means this marriage cannot be severed even by death. It is truly resilient. Since you have already formed a Dao Companion contract with someone, as your Master, I naturally will not break up a pair of lovebirds.”
This was the first time Yun Wuxiang heard this explanation. Although it made sense logically, applying it to him and Song Yilou was completely wrong.
Death couldn’t sever the marriage line because Song Yilou simply couldn’t be killed completely; death was a common occurrence for him, not because their love was stronger than gold.
He and Song Yilou were not lovebirds, and lovebirds weren’t loyal birds anyway.
“Marriage is your personal matter; no one can make the choice for you. However, my disciple absolutely cannot be at a disadvantage.”
Daoist Venerable Jiangzi began to give Yun Wuxiang ideas: “Mishu’s tower has a Ghost-Trapping Array; you can go learn it when you have time. My inheritance ground has a Heaven-Imprisoning Cage. Below the Daoist Venerable level, anyone locked inside can never come out without the cage owner’s permission.”
Yun Wuxiang instantly thought of the birdcage he was locked in before.
Heaven-Imprisoning Cage?
That cage was indeed quite good for locking people up.
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