Chapter 79: Prepare to Welcome the Lords of the Demon Realm…
Jin Hongqi had been sent into the Azure Emperor Main Hall. Zhao Sihai and Shen Lanqing were brought to the Heavengaze Bird—one to manage the demons mining the Secret Realm, and the other to direct the Immortal Realm lackeys, led by a certain “pig-head,” to do menial labor.
Naturally, Yun Wuxiang wouldn’t be going to the Immortal Realm anytime soon, so Mo Yang couldn’t leave either. As a ready-made piece of free labor, Yun Wuxiang didn’t let him go. “Jin Hongqi is worried about his disciple. You and A-Yun go over and bring her back.”
Since there had been a lot of Daozun reincarnations popping up lately, Yun Wuxiang felt that Nan Junxuan, the original supporting female lead, was also a suspect. Even if she wasn’t, she was still a disciple with decent potential.
As for what Yun Xinyang was going to do—it was for the mission, of course. Although the plot had mostly collapsed, the small tasks of “Faking Death” and the “Imperial Marriage” could still be salvaged.
The System was with Yun Xinyang. Even if Yun Xinyang didn’t really know how to use his Xuan Xian cultivation, he was still an invincible existence in the mortal realm.
However, this matter met with strong opposition from Yun Xinyang.
“Brother, I believe you can definitely create a spatial tunnel!” A look of intense expectation fell on Yun Wuxiang. If it weren’t for Song Yilou staring at him with a sinister smile, Yun Xinyang would have definitely collapsed onto Yun Wuxiang and wailed while hugging his leg.
Unfortunately, his pleas were useless. Yun Wuxiang looked at his brother—who was so terrified he was about to cry—with pity. “This is Shishu’s arrangement. It said it doesn’t want to see you wandering around the Secret Realm all day with nothing to do.”
Yun Xinyang exploded with rage. “Bah! That four-eyed fat bird is just petty! It’s holding a grudge because I made a clay figure of it last time and it looked like an abstract Donald Duck!”
“It was that abstract? How did Caituan even know it was supposed to be him?” Yun Wuxiang’s probing gaze swept over Yun Xinyang.
Birds were vain, and the Heavengaze Bird wasn’t just vain; it was narcissistic. It would never look at an ugly clay figure and think it was itself.
“You told him yourself?” What a stupid, suicidal move.
Yun Xinyang’s face fell miserably. “I just picked up one of its feathers and stuck it on the clay figure’s head.” His voice got lower and lower until it was a whisper. “I also wrote ‘Caituan Bun’ on its belly…”
Yun Wuxiang evaluated his actions. “Mm. You’re even braver than I thought. Since you’re so brave, a trip to the mortal realm shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Brother, don’t! I’ve truly repented. Can’t you go and plead for mercy with Teacher for me?” Yun Xinyang pleaded piteously.
Song Yilou took the opportunity to kick him while he was down. “Guanzhu, he even made a clay figure of you! Look!” He reached into the air and pulled out a tall, irregular cone.
Yun Wuxiang: “…” Who was that? It definitely wasn’t him.
“So that’s where that clay figure went! It was you!” Yun Xinyang shouted “thief” at Song Yilou.
A single look fixed on him instantly drained him of his confidence. He weakly called out, “Brother.”
Yun Wuxiang took the clay figure from Song Yilou and looked at it. “While I don’t want you to dwell on the past or drown in painful memories, were the wits and brains you sharpened before eaten by a dog?”
Did Song Yilou really not damage his brain when he separated Yun Xinyang? Yun Wuxiang, who always believed the original body and the heart demon should share the same lineage of intelligence and be proportional replicas, was starting to have doubts.
“Isn’t it because… Brother is here?” Yun Xinyang said somewhat awkwardly. “I was always like this back in the modern world. What kind of wits could a pure college student who hadn’t entered society have?”
He deliberately ignored the period of the famine, as if none of it had ever happened.
Yun Wuxiang: “Suit yourself. I’ll prepare some talismans for you so you can teleport back at any time.”
His cultivation was currently insufficient, making cross-realm teleportation talismans difficult to draw, but it didn’t matter. He could just get someone with enough cultivation to help.
It was time to go to Shishu and pluck some wool… or rather, bird feathers? Same thing. As a teacher, he couldn’t let a disciple go out without preparing anything.
“Go ahead and spoil him! That kid has no ambition, and his heart demons are hard to erase. If this continues, he’ll be a Xuan Xian forever!” The Heavengaze Bird was furious, flapping a wing to send a nearby rock flying like a shooting star across the sky.
“If you truly wish for his well-being, you should let him be tempered. Jade must be carved to become a vessel. Given his relationship to you, his talent shouldn’t be inferior to yours. But look at him now—he can’t even use the most basic techniques!”
Yun Wuxiang: “His heart isn’t in it; there’s no need to force him. Compared to being a cultivator, he’d rather be a mortal.” A regular person from the twenty-first century.
Since waking up, Yun Xinyang had been very lively. He almost never showed the silent, near-collapsing state he was in during the famine. He was deliberately forgetting those experiences, treating them as if they never happened.
No one understood the knot in Yun Xinyang’s heart better than Yun Wuxiang; after all, he was born from it. And precisely because these words came from his mouth, the Heavengaze Bird was even more enraged—because those words were absolutely true. That was exactly what Yun Xinyang thought!
“Stupid! A mortal only has a few decades of life before turning into a handful of yellow earth. Countless creatures spend their lives in regret because they have no talent. An ant that doesn’t know the height of heaven and earth can be understood for its short-sightedness, but he has seen the majesty of a Daozun and the sight of a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, yet he still has no ambition.”
The Heavengaze Bird paced back and forth, crushing a rock on the ground with one claw. “Fine. He’s just an ignorant child. I’ll forgive him this once. But he must go to the mortal realm.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Mm. I never said I wouldn’t let him go. I just came to ask Shishu to help draw some talismans to ensure his safety.”
“A cultivator has many years; there’s no rush. The prerequisite for tempering is that the person stays safe. Safety first.”
“Hmph. Indulgence.” The Heavengaze Bird snorted coldly. “If a grand Xuan Xian can’t even defeat a mortal, he might as well find a rock and smash himself to death.”
The proud, ancient bird spoke this way, acting as though it refused to cooperate and couldn’t care less if he died.
On the day of the departure, Yun Wuxiang still produced three cross-realm teleportation talismans and stuffed them into Yun Xinyang’s storage ring.
Yun Wuxiang also asked Shen Lanqing if he wanted to return to the mortal realm to settle his affairs, given that the large Shen Manor still existed. Shen Lanqing’s reply was that he didn’t need to go back: “I already spoke with the Shen Manor’s steward. My uncle’s eldest son is quite talented in business. If I don’t return for more than a month, he will take over the manor’s affairs.”
“It’s just that I came here suddenly and didn’t bring some items from the manor. I’ll have a word with Brother Mo and ask him to bring them back for me.”
Yun Wuxiang thought for a moment and remembered that when he was trying to earn Mission Energy points, he had told his disciple about faking his death. Shen Lanqing must have started preparing for his departure back then.
He asked a few more questions about cultivation, helped adjust his technique, and then left to attend to other matters.
After he left, the door behind and to the side of Shen Lanqing opened. The shadow of someone in a wheelchair stretched to his feet.
“You don’t want to go back, or you don’t dare to leave?” The man’s questioning voice echoed in the courtyard.
It was neither; he just didn’t want to be left behind again.
But an incompetent person could hardly complain when their elders didn’t take them along when going out.
Shen Lanqing smoothed a strand of rebellious hair in front of his ear. “Are you not going to continue being a mute?”
This was their first conversation since that day.
“I’m leaving. I don’t know when we’ll meet again. If some things aren’t said now, they’ll be a burden for years.” The wheels rolled as Prince Li used both hands to maneuver his wheelchair to a position where he could see Shen Lanqing’s face directly.
“My lifelong wish before was to dissolve the poison and ascend the throne. Later… I wanted to take you away and use my remaining years to stay with you. It was madness.” Prince Li said, “So, I wanted to eliminate you.”
Shen Lanqing: “I understand.” Because he had felt the same.
That was when he realized he had made his Shifu angry for the sake of someone he had only known for a few days.
Prince Li lifted his head, his gaze tracing Shen Lanqing’s expression. At their first meeting, the boy was just a commoner from a merchant family; now, he had to look up to him, and he likely would in the future as well. “Shen Lanqing, did you ever truly feel a spark of affection for me?”
“I thought you had already made up your mind when you chose the Immortal Realm. Why ask this now?”
Shen Lanqing was surprised by the question. “Once you’ve decided to discard something, discard it completely.”
“Something that can be easily discarded isn’t called affection.” Prince Li stared at his features, as if confirming something, and shook his head with a self-mocking laugh. “It seems I’m the only one still dwelling on this.”
“Brother Shen, though I don’t know if it was sincere, I truly did fancy you once. One last warning.”
“You haven’t known the Guanzhu for long either, yet you’re willing to dig out your heart for him. Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
“He claims he doesn’t care about the Child of Fortune, but there’s no way for us to judge the truth. However, since you and I are both still alive, and he’s sending me to stay in the mortal realm for several more years, he likely has some scheme. Watch yourself.”
Was this a provocation? Or genuine concern? Regardless, Shen Lanqing only found it laughable. “Don’t bother yourself. But if you still harbor hostility toward Shifu, I will take my heart back.”
Prince Li’s brow furrowed, and the look of caution in his eyes grew heavier. Members of the royal family were all suspicious, as those who weren’t had already met their ends. There were many strange things about the current situation, and he couldn’t help but overthink.
Regardless of what his suspicions contained, the man was sent back to the mortal realm, along with Yun Xinyang and Mo Yang—his nominal and actual bodyguards.
The Qingdi Guan began its preliminary operations. Yun Wuxiang, having successfully become a hands-off manager, felt light and finally began a peaceful period of life…
…Well, it wasn’t that peaceful.
Beneath the magnolia tree, Yun Wuxiang held the Seven-Phantasm Lightning-Locking Tower, researching a high-level ancient formation.
Yun Wuxiang knew why they were making such a fuss. His eyes were focused on the formation framework before him as he reached out a hand and grabbed a scorpion-tail braid. Without blinking, he asked, “You poisoned them again?”
“I’m training their poison resistance,” Song Yilou said righteously. “Didn’t the Guanzhu say it was too noisy? So I poisoned them all mute~ Instead of rewarding me, you messed up my braid. Guanzhu has to redo it for me.”
Song Yilou reached into his robes and held out a wooden comb to Yun Wuxiang, leaning his head over as well.
Yun Wuxiang finally tore his eyes away from the formation lines. A cold claw grabbed his hand and placed it on a round, fluffy head. Yun Wuxiang rubbed it a couple of times. It felt smooth, and the shape of Song Yilou’s skull was quite standard. His thoughts took a turn, and he had a sudden inspiration: “Maybe I should just shave it all off.”
The head swaying beneath his hand froze for a second. Then, the “vicious ghost” suddenly tackled Yun Wuxiang, and both bodies fell into a thick pile of flower petals.
The skin of his neck was nipped. Yun Wuxiang slapped the head. “This is my newly made body. If you dare break it, I really will make you bald.”
“I don’t want to be a monk!” Song Yilou found another spot to leave a tooth mark. “What’s good about being bald?”
“Baldness is the ultimate test of looks. Only features that still look good with a bald head are truly handsome.”
Yun Wuxiang’s latest hobby was finding ways to make Song Yilou unhappy. Whether he was bald or not didn’t matter; the point was that Song Yilou didn’t like it, so he wanted to try.
His fingers brushed through the slightly curly black hair. Yun Wuxiang ignored the other’s wandering hands and mouth, focusing entirely on the long hair, until a certain chilly finger reached a forbidden zone usually wrapped in long robes.
A strand of long hair was separated from the rest, drifting in a violent whirlwind.
It was as if a firecracker had been buried in the pile of flowers; it exploded, and the magnolia petals flew into the sky.
Yin Qi and Demonic Qi intertwined, and sharp edges clashed.
Two charred figures were helping each other stand up. Hearing the intense sounds of fighting, they turned as one, then looked at each other and began a voice transmission.
[Guanzhu and Song Yilou are fighting again.]
[They won’t die anyway. Let’s go back to refining pills.]
[Alright, Senior Brother Zhao.]
“Where is Shifu? Fine, don’t point, I know.”
While everyone else had been poisoned mute, Shen Lanqing—thanks to his unique constitution from merging with the Five-Colored Cloud Ganoderma—was among the few who could still speak.
Against the background of the two charred men pointing toward the battlefield, Shen Lanqing walked forward with light, quick steps.
“Shifu, the time for the Secret Realm to close has arrived.”
The time for the Secret Realm to close had come, but this time, the Secret Realm would not close because the people inside needed to enter and leave freely.
They weren’t Tianqing Daozun; they couldn’t teleport freely across a Secret Realm barrier constructed by several Daozuns. Unless they stayed in the Secret Realm until the next time it opened.
Yun Wuxiang really wanted to do that, but his intuition, along with the Heavengaze Bird and even 3339, told him no.
Intuitively, he felt that the world’s consciousness wouldn’t advance so smoothly. If he stayed in the Secret Realm, he would miss many things. Perhaps one day, without knowing anything, he would be buried along with this world.
The Heavengaze Bird and 3339 confirmed his intuition.
“Both I and that waste of a tower feel the turbulence of the Tiandao. Something major is bound to happen soon.”
[Wuxiang, 3339 asked me to tell you that the firewall it set up for the advancing entity has encountered a virus. It suspects the rogue system isn’t completely dead.]
This Secret Realm couldn’t be closed.
And if it didn’t close, it would inevitably attract the attention of the Demon Realm.
Magnolia petals swirled over his robes. Yun Wuxiang landed while holding Song Yilou’s braid. His demonic eyes were crimson, and the black phoenix on his brow spread its wings. An exceptionally pure demonic aura enveloped him. “Prepare to welcome the Lords of the Demon Realm.”
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