Chapter 77: Guanzhu, How Many Fellow Disciples Does Our Qingdi Guan Have Now? Part 1
Prince Li didn’t want to die, so there was only one result.
Yun Wuxiang had no particular thoughts about this Child of Fortune. As long as his eldest disciple didn’t end up severely disabled from a romance like in the original plot, whether Prince Li lived or died had nothing to do with him. Even if the man was a Child of Fortune, he wasn’t worth a second glance.
There were very few people he cared about in this worldâjust a disciple he had raised since childhood, plus a brother who shared his soul’s origin.
Even if this disciple had the additional identity of a Daozun reincarnation, as long as the boy still treated him as Shifu, then he was his disciple. Yun Wuxiang would spread his wings and keep him under his protection. Nothing else mattered.
This multiple-choice question concluded. Jin Hongqi, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward. Mo Yang remained where he was; that single step already illustrated their differing attitudes.
Jin Hongqi cupped his hands and laughed heartily: “Guanzhu, greetings. I am well-acquainted with the information of various sects and cultivators in the Immortal Realmâsect secrets, emotional gossip, and I know every heavenly treasure in every Secret Realm like the back of my hand. My talent is decent; Iâm a minor Heavenly Immortal grade sword cultivator. May I ask what position I would have if I joined your honorable temple now?”
Yun Wuxiang lifted his eyes toward the majestic, god-like hall standing tall behind the groupâthe inheritance ground of Tianqing Daozun. “Wait until I see what your cultivation is after you go in and come back out.”
Jin Hongqi looked at that towering, magnificent Azure Emperor Main Hall. During their time waiting here, everyone had tried to approach the hall’s gates, to push them open and enter. However, it was simply impossible.
The pressure from this hall was as heavy as a mountain; its aura was supremely pure and holy, inviolable. Approaching it made one feel like a piece of filth, as if stepping half a foot closer would result in being purified by that aura.
“Guanzhu, do I need to perform any ceremony before going in? Or perhaps perform a ritual cleansing to wash myself clean?” Jin Hongqi felt that if he didn’t do something, he wouldn’t dare enter.
Yun Wuxiang: “Yes. The Sect Induction Ceremony.”
Jin Hongqi instantly felt a sliver of security regarding his life.
Yun Wuxiang looked at Mo Yang behind him: “Is your decision still unchanged?”
Mo Yang looked at the Azure Emperor Main Hall with lingering longing. What cultivator didn’t want their cultivation to progress further? Who wouldn’t want the inheritance of a top-tier expert? However, he still gave it up: “My sect cannot do without me.”
Hearing this, Jin Hongqi couldn’t help but laughâa mocking laugh. “If the Ziyun Sect wants to gain a higher status among the Immortal sects, they indeed cannot do without you. But if itâs just about survival and continuity, itâs all the same without you.”
“Developing the sect is my duty,” Mo Yang said as if it were a matter of course.
“What a hopeless blockhead.” Jin Hongqi facepalmed. “Youâll regret it sooner or later.”
“I won’t.” Mo Yang was not a smooth or fickle person. Once he decided on a principle, he would stick to it until death. In some matters, he was stubborn to a fault. “Even without an inheritance, as long as I cultivate diligently, the day will come when I can achieve the Great Dao through my own efforts.”
Jin Hongqiâs tone unconsciously grew heavier: “That requires you to have the opportunity. If your enemy is someone from your sect, they will only cultivate faster than you and kill you before you can achieve the Great Dao.”
Mo Yang: “I just won’t return to the Immortal Realm then. I can undergo my tribulation in the Monster Realm.”
“Truly a peerless idea. The Monster Realm and the Immortal Realm have a long-standing grudge. Between a single enemy and an entire realm of foes, you actually chose the latter.” Jin Hongqi said, “Don’t expect me to bail you out again!”
Mo Yang: “You should just focus on following the Guanzhu in your cultivation. Reach the Immortal Lord realm as soon as possible.”
Jin Hongqi wore an expression that was a mix of a toothache and frustration at someone’s lack of ambition. That twisted, “smiling but not smiling” look lasted only an instant. In a blink, he swapped it for a smiling face and patted Mo Yangâs shoulder heavily. “Fine. Iâll be waiting for your good news too.”
I definitely won’t be getting any good news.
…
The formation at the core of the Secret Realm had been repaired by the Tower Spirit. The Qingdi Guan was no longer filled with Demonic Qi; instead, it was brimming with a special energy that both Immortals and Demons could adapt to. Jiangzi Daozun called it “Formless Qi.”
Yun Wuxiang decided to change its name. Heâd just call it “Neutral Energy.”
The teleportation array in the Qingdi Guan lit up. Yun Wuxiang stepped out, only to be greeted by the loud boom of an explosion and a plume of expanding, scorching smoke.
“Is this our sectâs training ground? It truly is extraordâ” The rest of Jin Hongqiâs voice was swallowed by the massive roar.
A rolling heatwave surged toward them, stopping right in front of Yun Wuxiang.
The sky turned dark, and the world was blanketed in a layer of melancholy blue. Everyone looked up to see a massive blue-black cloud rapidly expanding and spreadingâlike an ancient giant tree stretching its branches, blotting out the sun.
Yun Xinyang was shocked: [Holy crap! Tongzi, Iâm seeing a mushroom cloud in another world! And itâs blue-black!]
[Host, that is a furnace explosion.]
Shen Lanqing: “Shifu, are there others in the temple?”
“A newly recruited disciple and an executive elder. Lanqing, take them to the Ancestral Shrine.”
As Yun Wuxiangâs voice fell, he instantly flickered to where the mushroom cloud appeared. A black shadow fell before himâit was a piece of the roof that had been blown off, performing a free fall. If nothing went wrong, its target destination would perfectly overlap with two miserable, black, charred humanoid creatures on the ground.
the black scorpion crawled from his wrist to his shoulder, its two eyes looking down. A scream of fright rose from below.
“Ahhh! Senior Brother Zhao, run!” The small charred figure, in a panic, grabbed the large charred figure’s leg and began to move desperately.
Zhao Sihai, who had been blown unconscious, woke up during the scuffle. He said dazed, “What?”
The rapidly enlarging roof entered his vision, and his pupils shrank to the size of grains!
By reflex, he waved his hand and formed a seal: “Shattering Rain, Continuous Blades!”
Thousands upon thousands of water droplets aligned into a bladeâs edge, piercing through the center of the roof and hitting an innocent pavilion in the distance.
The roof split into two pieces where the rain blade had passed, smashing into the ground beside them.
Yun Wuxiang landed leisurely on the broken roof, looking down at the two. “Do you two want to tear down my temple?”
“Cough, cough, Guanzhu… cough… I miscalculated the power of the Liuzhu flames, causing the furnace to explode. Cough, cough.”
Zhao Sihai coughed incessantly, spitting blood as he did.
“Senior Brother Zhao, are you okay? Shifu!” Liu Zhu crawled out from under Zhao Sihai, looking at Yun Wuxiang with a plea for help.
“Changed your technique but still used your old move. Your meridians are in chaos due to the backlash.”
Yun Wuxiang didn’t even need to look to know Zhao Sihaiâs condition. He had seen Zhao Sihaiâs memories; that move just now was an Immortal sect technique. Using an Immortal technique with a body full of Demonic Qi meant that spitting blood was the mildest symptom; his internal meridians were likely an accident site swept by a tornado.
“Then what should we do?” Liu Zhu looked at Zhao Sihai with worry, his eyes brimming with moisture. “Itâs all my fault for not being able to control my own fire.”
“Don’t cry. The Guanzhu has a way. Itâs just meridian damage; itâs no big deal,” Zhao Sihai consoled him through the pain. Anyone else looking at them would have thought Liu Zhu was the one seriously injured.
Tears were already swirling in Liu Zhuâs eyes. “Shifu, can you help Senior Brother Zhao? Iâll work harder on firing the mirrors.”
Yun Wuxiang: “How many bronze mirrors have been refined?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Go back and change your clothes.”
Liu Zhu gave Zhao Sihai an uneasy look. The latter gave him a small smile and a nod. The little black figure nodded back and turned to run toward his room.
“Half. A little less. Is this how you taught him to lie?” Yun Wuxiang remembered Liu Zhuâs performance, which was full of holes. “It seems your teaching only took a lap around his brain without staying inside.”
“Stupid, stupid. Why would anyone need to be taught how to lie?” The black scorpion shook its tail, brushing softly against Yun Wuxiangâs neck, before being bound into a ball by chains and hung at his side.
Zhao Sihai wiped the blood from his mouth. Like an old teacher seeing a dull but gentle and likable student, his worry and helplessness coexisted. “Junior Brother Liu Zhu is pure and kind by nature. If he doesn’t learn how to lie, heâll suffer when he goes outside.”
Yun Wuxiang disagreed. “He lived in the Demonic Realm longer than you did.”
A low-level, cannon-fodder-like inferior Flame Demon who could survive until now and obtain a Secret Realm key… regardless of how he did it, the fact itself proved that Liu Zhu was not a soft bun who would let others bully him without resisting.
Being pure of heart didn’t mean being incompetentâespecially since he was a Daozun reincarnation.
“There is no such thing as ‘suffering’ in the Demonic Realm; there is only the law of the jungle. The strong survive, the weak die. Liu Zhu has lived in the Demonic Realm until now and still maintains this temperament. He has his own way of survival; he doesn’t need you to teach him how to act.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Lies and disguises are your raincoat. He doesn’t need them.”
Zhao Sihaiâs lips moved, and another burst of fresh red blood flowed out. “Guanzhu, could you please first save your most loyal lackey? Cough, cough…”
He was nearly turning into a blood-spitting kettle.
Yun Wuxiang lifted a fingertip, and Demonic Qi drifted into Zhao Sihaiâs body. Zhao Sihaiâs pained expression relaxed for a moment, but then his face twisted into a knot, his features squeezed into a gruesome grimace by trembling facial muscles.
His mouth was wide open, but not a single sound came outâa perfect illustration of being in too much pain to speak.
When the Demonic Qi withdrew, Zhao Sihaiâs tense muscles remained in the afterglow of the pain, gasping for breath with a pale face.
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