Chapter 97: No Matter the Method, You Must Teach Me
“What you want me to do?”
It wasn’t a definitive answer, but it aligned perfectly with the nature of a demon. Yun Wuxiang looked into those ghostly pupils, which were currently saturated with a wicked, malicious light. “Are you certain you want to give me that answer?”
Song Yilou keenly sensed the danger lurking beneath those words—a peril on the verge of erupting. It felt as if he were standing on the precipice of a bottomless abyss. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to stay away, yet he was exhilarated. Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaped.
“Of course.”
Whether it was Yun Xinyang or Tianqing Daozun, every shackle placed upon you by others should vanish.
“Kill them!” the Fire Kirin barked. It hadn’t understood much else, only that Song Yilou was egging Yun Wuxiang on to slaughter these people from Qiu Ming Mountain.
“Wait! I surrender!” the patched-up guest elder bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Immediately after, several echoes rang out behind him.
“I surrender! Senior, spare our lives!”
The guest elder spun around in shock. You bunch of copycats!
“Surrender?” Song Yilou’s smile deepened, revealing two small dimples. “I despise those who surrender most. Guanzhu, hurry up and strike!”
“Roar!” The Fire Kirin had already expanded several times its size, pouncing forward like a small elephant.
The guest elder raised his hand and shouted, “I am a friend of Mo Yang! He told me to seek refuge with the Guanzhu!”
The human repeaters behind him joined in: “Us too!”
Plagiarized once again, the guest elder was filled with grief and indignation. “You’re all full of crap!”
“I…” The guest elder’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He clutched his mouth in shock.
An array rose from the courtyard, transferring these uninvited guests elsewhere in an instant.
“Aiya?” Song Yilou blinked his eyes in disappointment. “Why did the Guanzhu let them go again?”
“I never said I would kill them,” Yun Wuxiang replied.
Song Yilou pressed, “Does the Guanzhu have another plan?”
“No.” Yun Wuxiang looked at him and suddenly let out a shallow smile, reaching out to ruffle Song Yilou’s hair. “Remember our agreement, my Daoist companion.”
Song Yilou felt an intuitive sense that something was fishy—like a single grain of millet mixed into a bowl of rice. The dissonance was so slight it was almost imperceptible, yet it was definitely there.
What are you thinking, Guanzhu?
What was Yun Wuxiang thinking? He wasn’t thinking anything at all; he was simply carrying out his original plan step-by-step. He was also taking the opportunity to tease Song Yilou, finding the sight of him lost in wicked thoughts and over-analysis quite amusing.
As for the lives of those people, Yun Wuxiang didn’t really care. It was just that the Tower Spirit mentioned needing more array slaves, so he had conveniently sent them over.
[Guanzhu, why is the one with the highest cultivation among the new slaves half-dead?]
The one with the highest cultivation… Oh, the one holding the silver shears whom Song Yilou had poisoned.
Yun Wuxiang asked, [Is he still alive?]
The Tower Spirit squatted on Elder Zhao’s head, hands behind its back, looking down at the pile of wailing sludge on the ground.
Within those non-human purple pupils, infinite array patterns seemed to weave together into a grand, frigid texture.
[He’s alive, though he looks like he’d be better off dead.]
[Then send him on his way.]
[This is the only Heaven-rank array slave I have.]
[You will have more Heaven-rank slaves soon.]
[But I need him now.]
[I will speak to Song Yilou. Whether or not to detoxify him is up to him.]
The communication ended. A look of mature solemnity appeared on the Tower Spirit’s exquisitely carved face. “He’s become even more indifferent than before. His disregard for the lives of strangers is now on the surface, though overall, there isn’t much change.”
“Aaaaaah! Letting a descendant of the Shuji lineage control a demon! A natural-born demon who has shed the shackles of reason! Was this a judgment you made using logic, Guanzhu?!” The Tower Spirit clutched its head in a frenzy, tugging at its hair. “I don’t understand!”
After its outburst, the Tower Spirit lowered its hands, smoothed its ruffled hair, and sighed. “I suppose I’ll just have to watch them closely.”
I hope my choice wasn’t wrong.
Master, forgive me. Even though I knew there were loopholes in how the Guanzhu passed the array trial, I still chose to recognize him as my master. Even if he cheated, at least he was the disciple collectively chosen by Tianqing Daozun and Jiangzi Daozun.
Besides…
Your array literally couldn’t find anyone!
How could there be anyone in this world who was emotionless and desireless, yet possessed impartial compassion for all living beings, while also being perfectly just and able to distinguish right from wrong? You weren’t selecting an heir for an array; you were practically selecting an heir for the Heavenly Dao!
It had guarded this impossible array for so many years.
Every inheritance tool left by the Nine Sovereigns had a spiritual entity guarding it. The secret realm used to be quite lively, but as time passed, the other spirits fled, leaving only it and the immovable Mojingyu.
The more the Tower Spirit thought about it, the more depressed it became, until a prickle of irritation rose in its heart.
Fine, it had decided to help the Guanzhu. Even if Mishu was dissatisfied, he couldn’t exactly come back to scold it.
The Tower Spirit stared into the void, the figure of Mishu Daozun appearing in its mind. Its eyes betrayed a hint of longing and sorrow. “Where is your reincarnation?”
Shen Lanqing, Mo Yang, Liu Zhu—none of them were Mishu Daozun. None of them understood arrays.
“Cough, cough. Array Master, do you know Mo Yang?” The guest elder in the patched robe proactively approached the spirit, peeking at the tiny entity with a strange, fervent look in his eyes.
The Tower Spirit lifted its chin. “I know him. What of it?”
A spiritual entity! A talking spiritual entity! So cute!
The guest elder suppressed the excitement in his heart and clapped his hands. “That’s wonderful. I am Yu He. I came to seek refuge with Qingdi Guan under Brother Mo Yang’s guidance, but there seems to have been a misunderstanding.”
“Us too! The Array Master is wise!”
A vein popped on Yu He’s forehead. He turned and roared, “Wise my foot! Don’t you people have your own surrender scripts?!”
Pointing a finger at the other Qiu Ming Mountain cultivators, Yu He declared with resounding force, “I am not familiar with them. Mo Yang told me some things about Qingdi Guan. I can prove my identity; they are all fakes.”
Tower Spirit: “Oh.”
“Even if you’ve come to defect, you still have to work for me. First, memorize this array pattern, carve it into black jade, and refine it with immortal energy. When you’re done, bring it to me for inspection.”
A blueprint and a piece of black jade were shoved into Yu He’s hands.
He looked down at the blueprint, his eyes glazing over at the intricate patterns. “This array is too complex. I can’t understand it.”
Tower Spirit: “Wrong one. That’s the complete version.”
With a flash of spiritual light, the blueprint was replaced. The pattern became much simpler—the difficulty was reduced from drawing a masterwork painting to sketching a stick figure.
Despite this, the powerful soul memory of a cultivator meant that the incredibly complex array remained etched in Yu He’s mind. If he closed his eyes, he could still clearly trace its lines.
It was his first time seeing such an exquisite array blueprint. Driven by a mysterious urge, Yu He picked up a twig and drew two lines on the ground. The wobbly marks were more twisted and hideous than a worm’s crawl.
He quickly used his toe to sweep dirt over the marks, destroying the evidence.
Cough. I’d better just stick to studying how to draw stick figures.
Yu He never expected that just a few days later, he would see that incredibly complex array high in the sky above the Qiu Ming Mountain sect—a real, functioning array that had transcended the blueprint.
A massive array covering the entire territory of Qiu Ming Mountain hung overhead. It was vast and lofty, its silver-grey patterns emanating a profound and far-reaching pressure that instilled an irresistible sense of helplessness. It felt as though it weren’t an array at all, but a divine punishment descended from the heavens.
Who could contend with the sky?
The brilliance of the grand array reflected off Yun Wuxiang. His long hair danced in the wind like a silver veil, looking as if it were dyed by the starlight. Bathed in heavenly majesty, he appeared as a natural-born deity.
One hand supported a small purple spiritual tower, which radiated an ancient and heavy aura that seemed to connect heaven and earth. The man controlling the tower looked down from the clouds. His gaze was like that of the sovereign of the world, passing judgment upon mortals.
“Qiu Ming Mountain: surrender or die?”
What were they to do?
In this moment, the people of Qiu Ming Mountain naturally looked toward their most authoritative decision-maker.
The Sect Master of Qiu Ming Mountain, in turn, looked toward a figure in the crowd.
[Immortal Envoy, what do we do?]
The Immortal Envoy, who had only come to pass on a message: “…”
If you’re going to use voice transmission, then use it. Why are you looking at me? Even if you must look, is it so hard to just sneak a glance?
The enemy was right overhead. He had been hiding perfectly, preparing to quietly create a breach—such as digging a weak point in the array. But with that look from the Sect Master, hadn’t he been dragged into the open? Would the enemy really just let him dismantle the array at his own pace?!
The Immortal Envoy took a deep breath and transmitted a message to the Sect Master: [Stall for time. I will break the array.]
The Sect Master was instantly filled with hope. “Everyone, do not panic! I have already requested aid from the Xianjun. Reinforcements will arrive shortly!”
He pointed his weapon at the sky and declared loudly, “Demonic person, just you wait! My Qiu Ming Mountain will remember this day. One day, we will surely make you regret today’s arrogance!”
The Immortal Envoy’s gaze turned wooden. I told you to stall for time, not to provoke them! Would it have been so hard to feign surrender and chat with them about nothing to waste time?
Why am I in the same camp as such an idiot?
The Sect Master wanted to say more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood. Dark, reddish-black blood continued to flow from his lips.
Poison! Wasn’t his poison already cured?!
“So, what method did you use to cure my poison? Perform it for me again.” Song Yilou, who had been playing with Yun Wuxiang’s hair just a second ago, appeared before the Sect Master, looking at him with curiosity.
The poison he had left at Qiu Ming Mountain last time was the latest version. By Song Yilou’s estimates, by the time they arrived to attack the sect, almost no one in Qiu Ming Mountain should have been able to stand.
And yet, someone had actually cured his poison.
Who did it? And how? He wanted to see, so he administered the exact same poison to the Sect Master once more.
The Sect Master’s mouth was full of blood; he couldn’t speak at all.
“It seems you can’t perform after all.” Song Yilou’s face betrayed a hint of disappointment.
The Immortal Envoy was startled. When did this person come down?
“Bypassing the array patterns to establish a new array within the gaps—parasitizing while connecting to the outside world. Your technique is quite exquisite.”
That voice! The Immortal Envoy turned back stiffly, watching in despair as Yun Wuxiang reached out and tapped the air. The crack he had just pried open in the isolation array was instantly sealed tight.
How was he supposed to play this?
Qiu Ming Mountain was beyond saving.
Escape!
The Immortal Envoy decisively used his life-saving trump card. A spatial ripple enveloped his body, and his form rapidly faded.
“Give my regards to Bailing Xianjun.” The Envoy’s heart skipped a beat. In the final moment before he fled, he saw Yun Wuxiang’s calm gaze—it was as if he had expected this outcome all along.
Song Yilou asked, “Why did the Guanzhu let one escape?”
“That was a reincarnation.” Yun Wuxiang scanned the small purple tower in his hand. At the tip of the tower, the floating cyan ring gradually faded.
He had forced the Tianqing Seal out of his body and hung it on the Seven Phantom Lightning Locking Tower. This way, the Daoist Sovereign reincarnation search function would still work.
“If I had forcibly severed the spatial nodes, he would have been torn apart by distorted space.”
Song Yilou remarked, “That reincarnation seems to have become a lackey for some Xianjun. The Guanzhu is still going to keep him?”
Yun Wuxiang replied, “There is no third time. This is only the first.”
“And how many times has it been for that idiot Mo Yang?” Song Yilou asked.
Yun Wuxiang: “Twice.”
The first was in the Demon Realm, and the second was not long ago.
Mo Yang had rejected his invitation twice.
The next meeting would be the third, and the last.
If after three times Mo Yang still chose to live and die with Ziyun Sect, then from then on, Mo Yang would be a total stranger to him. His life or death would no longer be his concern.
The Tower Spirit manifested from its main body, its tiny toes perched on the tip of the tower. It gazed toward the direction where the Immortal Envoy had vanished. “That person’s array cultivation is quite good.”
Yun Wuxiang: “It is good, but he doesn’t know you.”
“What? You think he’s the reincarnation of your original master and want to go seek him out?” Song Yilou picked the Tower Spirit up with two fingers and gave it a shake.
“Impudence! Unhand me! You disrespectful junior!” The Tower Spirit flailed, kicking its short legs at Song Yilou.
“Changing the subject—you’re just still obsessed with your old master.” Song Yilou let out a laugh as he looked at the Tower Spirit, whose resistance had weakened out of guilt.
“Guanzhu, things with divided loyalties should just be thrown away.” As he spoke, he tossed the Tower Spirit aside, and then discarded the tower Yun Wuxiang was holding as if it were trash.
A golden chain caught both the Tower Spirit and the tower.
The Tower Spirit sat dejectedly on the tower tip. “Guanzhu, I wasn’t trying to go find that reincarnation.”
“It’s fine if you want to.” Yun Wuxiang was very lenient toward his own people and indulged their personal wishes. “If you want him, then just catch him.”
The Tower Spirit was stunned. “Catch him?”
“Since you want him, just bring him back,” Yun Wuxiang said as a matter of course. His relaxed, natural attitude made it sound like a perfectly normal suggestion.
“But what if he’s unwilling, or if he’s already been brainwashed by Bailing Xianjun?” The Tower Spirit didn’t even realize it was already following Yun Wuxiang’s train of thought.
Yun Wuxiang replied, “Then you brainwash him too.”
Tower Spirit: ?
Yun Wuxiang gave a faint smile, maintaining his ethereal, immortal poise. His tone was slow and elegant. “Seal his memories and supervise him personally. Cultivate him into what Mishu Daozun should be.”
“Is that… the right thing to do?” the Tower Spirit asked hesitantly. As a spirit without a physical body and an elder who had lived through countless ages, it actually found the current Yun Wuxiang inexplicably terrifying.
“Don’t you want him?” Yun Wuxiang countered.
“I don’t. He’s just a reincarnation, not my Master.” The Tower Spirit frowned. “I just… hope he can live well and be happy. It doesn’t matter if he’s by my side.”
Yun Wuxiang analyzed the emotion and concluded: “Love me, love my dog?”
“I… suppose it’s like that?” The Tower Spirit was bewildered.
Yun Wuxiang suddenly let out a sigh. He tapped the Tower Spirit’s small head with his fingertip and said with a hint of melancholy, “What should I do? Even you are more human than I am.”
He wouldn’t agonize over such things.
Song Yilou, who had been laughing with interest the whole time, suddenly saw his expression darken for a moment. He then let out a laugh that would make anyone’s hair stand on end. “Yes, Guanzhu. What should we do?”
The Tower Spirit keenly sensed the atmosphere was off and quickly retreated back into the tower, pretending it didn’t exist.
What should he do?
Yun Wuxiang pondered for a moment before responding: “You teach me.”
“Even after observing many couples and lovers interacting, I still cannot perceive the kind of emotion you want.”
He looked at his moody Daoist companion. “No matter the method, you must teach me.”
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