Chapter 101: What Kind of Person Is This? Part 1
Yun Wuxiang opened his hand, and the Seven Phantom Lightning Locking Tower fell into his grasp.
“Void array, left position, shift.”
The two ghosts currently busy wrecking the house were teleported to two separate locations.
Yun Wuxiang reached out, accurately grabbing Song Yilou’s collar, and with a flick of his wrist, pulled the man behind him.
Song Juanyu drifted down leisurely, landing on the ground. Her gaze swept over their posture, a subtle look flashing in her eyes.
She parted her vermilion lips, but before her voice could rise, she was interrupted by a naturally cold tone.
“Tower Spirit, see our guest out,” Yun Wuxiang commanded. The Seven Phantom Lightning Locking Tower floating beside him began to spin.
Amidst the flickering spiritual light, the array was mobilized. The scenery before Song Juanyu abruptly changed. The startled cries of a few birds echoed by her ears, followed by the sound of wings flapping against the empty air.
Looking around at the verdant ancient trees stretching in all directions, Song Juanyu muttered to the empty air, “Was I just thrown out?”
“Hehe, hahahaha.” Song Juanyu pressed a finger against her lips, as if to suppress that somewhat unbridled curve. “How truly interesting.”
“Let me see, what is this place?”
Clack.
A white chess piece fell onto the board, rolling and knocking several other pieces askew.
“How can you not even hold a chess piece properly, Bai Jiao?” The Shadow Demon Lord looked at his distracted Daoist companion. To actually see the words ‘loss of composure’ on this face—the Shadow Demon Lord frowned. “Has something happened again?”
Bai Jiao stood up: “It’s nothing… No, let’s return to the Merfolk territory and stay there for a while.”
The Shadow Demon Lord, who had just rushed to the secret realm: “Didn’t you say this would be the safest place? Could it be that here too…?”
“No.” Bai Jiao sighed and offered a bitter smile. “This is indeed the safest place.”
“But the Guanzhu threw a massive problem back here.”
Bai Jiao habitually looked up at the sky, her gaze sweeping across the myriad stars, before suddenly drawing in a sharp breath. “Hiss, this astrological alignment… what in the world?”
…
Song Yilou poked his head out from behind Yun Wuxiang to look around: “Guanzhu, where did you teleport her?”
Yun Wuxiang: “The Nine Venerates Secret Realm. To help her raise her cultivation a bit, lest she loses too quickly the next time she faces Ning Ye.”
The opponent had an illicit system that could plant a Heavenly Dao virus, forcing the Heavenly Dao to reincarnate; a Heavenly Dao oath wasn’t necessarily reliable either.
In Yun Wuxiang’s impression, the World Consciousness had always been tagged as “unreliable.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Did you want her to stay?”
“I had already poisoned the lunch ingredients, just waiting for her to eat.” Song Yilou twirled a lock of Yun Wuxiang’s hair around his finger, saying with great pity, “There aren’t many Tribulation Lords around to act as poison testers.”
Behind the two, the Tower Spirit immediately activated a voice-amplifying array, broadcasting a public announcement:
[Tower Spirit: Listen up, everyone! Do not touch today’s ingredients! Song Yilou poisoned them!]
“Aooo!” A massive Fire Qilin threw its head back and let out a long howl. The beam of fire spewing from its mouth shot straight into the heavens, dyeing half the sky red.
After howling and bounding a couple of times, the Fire Qilin began rolling on the ground. Its enormous body completely crushed the already dilapidated houses deep into the dirt.
Song Yilou let out a light chuckle: “Immune to a hundred poisons?”
Tower Spirit: “…” The victim has already been found.
Taking a deep breath, the Tower Spirit said, “Guanzhu, two-thirds of Qiuming Mountain’s architecture has been destroyed. The remaining portion will obstruct the construction of the Heaven-Concealing Grand Array and needs to be demolished.”
Yun Wuxiang made the final decision: “Just rebuild it entirely.”
The first step of rebuilding the sect was stuck on the design drafts.
It wasn’t that no one was making drafts, but rather that there were too many people offering opinions.
The Tower Spirit’s cross-realm group chat array was activated again. A group of people discussed in the chat for days without reaching a conclusion.
[Shen Lanqing: As for the new sect’s architectural style, it’s naturally best if Master likes it. The original style of Cangfeng Island was very nice, warm and natural.]
[Yun Xinyang: I have a complete collection of 5,000 years of Chinese architecture here, as well as Western styles. Wuxiang, how about we build a few skyscrapers? Having only ancient architecture is so monotonous.]
[Chongming Bird: Such a muddy speck of land cannot produce truly magnificent architecture anyway. For now, just pave the roofs with a layer of colored glazed tiles.]
[Song Juanyu: Use Bone-Corroding Wood. It’s white during the day and turns red under moonlight. Yin spirits love living in it the most.]
[Chongming Bird: Tower Spirit, why is she in this communication array?]
[Tower Spirit: The Guanzhu let her in. Go ask him.]
[Chongming Bird: Where is he?]
[Tower Spirit: I don’t know. Song Yilou has also been missing for several days.]
[Yun Xinyang pulled a terrified high note: You’re saying the two of them went missing together?!]
[Chongming Bird: Why are you only saying this now?!]
[Tower Spirit: The Guanzhu only said he wanted some peace and quiet alone for a while. I do not know where he went to find it.]
[Shen Lanqing: Where did Song Yilou take my Master?!]
[Song Juanyu: The young couple went out to play, what are you all so anxious about?]
[Bai Jiao: Everyone, please calm down.]
[Chongming Bird: Do you know where they went?]
[Bai Jiao: The Guanzhu’s Heavenly Secret has already been concealed by me. Even I cannot find his destiny star.]
[Bai Jiao: However, the astrological alignment of the Immortal Realm is very chaotic, extremely chaotic. Within these next few days, a great disaster will definitely befall the Immortal Realm. It is absolutely imperative not to go there.]
[Song Juanyu: Oh my, that sounds quite interesting.]
[Bai Jiao: …]
[Song Juanyu: If I had known, I would have entered this legacy ruin later. This Ghost Sovereign’s legacy forces itself on you; you can’t even leave until you’ve fully accepted it.]
[Everyone: Thank goodness you went in.]
[Shen Lanqing: Is it truly forbidden to go to the Immortal Realm?]
[Bai Jiao offered her warning: Those beneath the rank of Tribulation Lord must not go.]
Tribulation Lord. Shen Lanqing stared at the words appearing on the jade slip, his brow furrowing tightly into a frown. “Why would Master leave without saying goodbye?”
“Little Martial Uncle Lanqing!” A young girl wearing a pale yellow short-sleeved outfit ran toward Shen Lanqing, waving a hand: “There’s movement at the doors of the Qingdi Main Hall. Is my Master about to come out?”
Shen Lanqing looked toward the Qingdi Main Hall from a distance.
Jin Hongqi was finally coming out.
…
“I am the only grandson of Elder Chiri of the Bailing Sect. Just you try and kill me!”
A cold arc of light flashed. The head that was clamoring just a moment ago flew into the air. Blood sprayed, pooling in a depression on the ground to form a crimson water mirror.
The bloody puddle reflected a white-haired figure in white robes and a black overcoat. The crimson longsword in his hand radiated endless baleful aura. Beads of blood gathered at the tip of the sword, dripping into the blood puddle and disrupting the calm surface.
A heavy object hit the ground; it was none other than the head of Elder Chiri’s only grandson.
An illusory stream of light flew out from the sole grandson’s spiritual palace, fleeing in panic. Before it could get far, it was pierced by a sword blade tethered to a long chain.
The miserable shriek existed for less than half a second before being completely pulverized.
The tip of the sword turned toward the remaining cultivators present.
Pleas for mercy and wails of agony rang out one after another, weaving together into a short, despairing melody.
Yun Wuxiang only found the noise exceedingly grating.
Releasing the sword hilt, the longsword hovered in the air. One split into two, two split into four. In the blink of an eye, numerous identical blades hovered in the sky, beginning to clear the noise for their master.
His ears quickly grew quiet. Standing amidst a haphazard pile of cultivator corpses, Yun Wuxiang said to the body of Elder Chiri’s only grandson, “Thinking back carefully, it seems I haven’t killed anything in a long time.”
Ever since Tianqing Daozun left the Daoist Seal on him, his killing intent had faded. He had surprisingly spared the lives of many who came knocking on death’s door, turning them into laborers for the Qingdi Guan.
The people of the Qingdi Guan could not be killed.
“The only grandson of a Bailing Sect elder, practices evil arts. Killable.”
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