unexpected gain

Qing Xuan saw a certain part of the mural and frowned: "The Fortune-Seizing Formation?"

After saying that, Yan Zhu and Zhong Li Ye turned their heads to look at Qing Xuan at the same time.

Zhongli Ye's voice was gloomy and he said without any politeness: "Speak clearly."

Qingxuan glanced at the former's cold and oppressive aura, unconcerned. He spoke calmly, "Those people chose Daze City as the burial place for the Zhongli clan because it is nestled between mountains and water, a perfect location according to the hexagram. However, if an evil formation like the Fortune-Snatching Formation is added, the full moon will wane, and the Zhongli clan's fortune will be reversed and taken away by the person who set up the formation. At the same time, this place will become a place of evil."

Wujiu sent a message to Yanzhu: This is too tragic. He was not let off even after his death.

Zhongli Ye's face changed drastically. He only knew that Daze City turned into a dark abyss because of that great change. He originally thought that the souls of the Zhongli family were hard to rest in peace and only revenge could eliminate the evil spirit of the abyss. He didn't expect that it was because of the evil fortune-stealing formation.

"Is there a way to crack it?"

Qingxuan: "Break the container of fortune that the person who set up the formation holds. Fortune will return to the Zhongli clan on its own, and the Abyss will return to its original state as Daze City."

Zhongli Ye looked at Qingxuan with a complicated look in his eyes: "Thank you."

Then a demonic talisman appeared in his palm, and Zhongli Ye said, "Interrogate that old fellow. I want to know who ordered this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon talisman left the bottom of the well without any wind.

Yan Zhu pondered, "Who could be the one setting up the formation? Could it be the one holding the red umbrella? Could it be related to the red umbrella of the man in white robe?"

Zhongli Ye caught the message: "Him?"

Yan Zhu turned her head and asked, "When he came to see you last time, besides knowing that he was from the God Realm, did he know anything else?"

"I won't hide it from you,"

Zhongli Ye said, "I've told you everything I know."

It seemed like there was nothing to be gained from Zhongli Ye. Yan Zhu's gaze shifted to the end of the mural. "So it turns out the Zhongli clan used the foul air as a natural barrier to hide the truth, waiting for it to be revealed."

The mural ended here. Qing Xuan used the yarrow beads to calculate: "A hundred years later, this place was discovered by someone behind the scenes. They used turbid air to fuse with spiritual springs to conduct experiments. Only those test subjects who were left behind knew of the existence of the mural. However, only those who are still alive can reveal this secret."

For example, Kongsang wood.

Yan Zhu: "The turmoil in the demon world occurred a hundred years ago. If it was the same person, then this situation must have been secretly planned for a long time. He seized the fortune formation, evolved the spiritual spring, and controlled the turbid energy... What is his purpose?"

Originally thought that the person behind the scenes was just trying to prevent the gods from falling, drive out the foul air, and speed up the evolution of the spiritual spring, but unexpectedly he had a vicious mind, using the power of the demon world to shock and harm the innocent, and create a fortune-stealing formation.

Qing Xuan's expression was solemn. "This matter has far-reaching implications. I'm willing to investigate the truth with the Demon King. What do you think?"

Zhongli Ye nodded after a while: "Okay, but Ah Zhu has to go back to the demon world with me, otherwise, no deal."

After saying this, Yan Zhu rolled her eyes at Zhongli Ye and said, "This matter involves the God Realm and the Demon Realm. If you don't cooperate with us, when will we be able to comfort the soul of your Zhongli family?"

“…”

Yan Zhu refused many times, but when he thought about the more important things to do, Zhong Liye quickly hid the sinister look in his eyes, "Okay, then I'll do as you say. I'll go to the demon world first to see what else that old guy has."

Qingxuan continued, "I wonder if the Demon King would mind if we go to the Abyss to investigate."

Zhongli Ye's eyes slid from Yan Zhu to Qing Xuan's face: "I'm at your service anytime."

Qingxuan: "Then three days later."

Unexpectedly, one crisis followed another. Three days later, riots broke out in Fangcun Mountain, and the two had no time to care about the abyss.

After Zhongli Ye went to the demon world, Yanzhu and Qingxuan settled Kongsangmu and asked Xuanyuan Lang to take care of him. Before leaving, she left Kongsangmu some formations and things related to turbid qi cultivation, and the young man was very grateful.

"Sister Fairy, Brother Fairy, I will definitely offer you sacrifices every day!"

Yan Zhu turned around and looked at Kong Sangmu, smiling: "Practice well, if you have any questions, wait for me to come over next time."

Qingxuan, who was standing aside, stood as still as a pine tree, waiting quietly while Yanzhu began to give instructions.

As Yan Zhu finished speaking, the two of them turned into streams of light and flew towards the sky.

——

God Realm, Nine-Layered Temple.

The two reported their findings from the human world to the Heavenly Monarch. Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Monarch frowned in deep thought, "The destruction of the Zhongli clan in the demon world is behind this evil formation, which has existed for over a hundred years. Those behind this are not only ambitious and self-righteous, but also sinister, viewing all living beings as worthless."

Yan Zhu lowered her eyes, wondering what the purpose behind this was, and then she heard Hao Tian say, "The Demon King is the fiancé who ran away on the day of the Pure Turbid God's wedding?"

You are really talking about things that are not related to the topic. Is the master of a world also so gossipy?

Yan Zhu secretly complained, but replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it is true, but I no longer have any connection with the Demon King."

Haotian waved his hand: "It's best to do so. The six realms have been at peace for many years. Now is a time of great trouble. We must not allow other irrelevant issues to arise."

Yan Zhu lowered her eyes and saluted: "I will obey the divine oracle."

Haotian carried the two of them on his back, and after regaining his composure, he blurted out, "Qing..."

Suddenly remembering something, he paused, then turned around and slid his gaze from Hongle to Yanzhu before continuing, "Qingxuan hasn't woken up yet. If Jingzhuo Shen needs help, he can ask Jiuli, Guizang, and others for help."

"Also, the God Realm cannot interfere with matters in the Demon Realm. However, if the Demon King makes a request, the God Realm must respond in order to maintain peace in the six realms."

The Lord of Heaven is secretly telling her not to take personal revenge. Is she a petty person?

Yan Zhu replied very respectfully: "I will obey the divine oracle."

Haotian: "Although the affairs of the human world have been resolved, the road ahead is unknown. Although the cultivation level of the Pure and Turbid God is not low now, it is inevitable that there are omissions. Hongle will temporarily replace Qingxuan. I wonder what the Pure and Turbid God thinks?"

Yan Zhu dared not disobey. Now that things had come to this, she had no reason to refuse: "It is up to the Heavenly Lord to decide. However, my isolated place is extremely remote, and I am afraid of neglecting the Red Music God..."

Just as Haotian was about to say something, Hongle hurriedly said, "Thank you, Lord Tianjun, but I am able to travel back and forth to the lonely land. There is no need to bother the Pure Turbid God."

"Well, whatever you want."

Haotian glanced at Hongle, his expression complicated for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end. After turning around, he added, "Qingxuan has been in a coma for many days. Isn't the God of Purification going to check on him?"

Yan Zhu had a complicated expression, and the Emperor looked completely clueless. Was he acting well, or was he really clueless?

She looked at the calm "Hong Le" and whispered, "You even lied to the Heavenly Monarch?"

Hong Le met Yan Zhu's incredulous look and smiled faintly, "Don't forget we are heading to the Abyss in three days."

Yan Zhu nodded and asked, "Should I still go to Fangcun Mountain to visit you?"

"Hong Le" raised an eyebrow: "To act out a full set of scenes, it is naturally necessary to get to know each other."

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The human world, the Fangcun Mountain.

Looking around here, you can see endless mountains, lush and green. The tops of the mountains are shrouded in mist all year round, and the sounds of birds and animals can be heard from time to time, creating a tranquil and natural ecological beauty.

The bamboo houses scattered among the mountains are simple and natural, and are adjacent to each other. In the evening, the curling smoke rises up and merges with the mist, accompanied by bursts of fireworks.

Unlike the divine realm's imposing palaces and mist-filled skies, which are untouched by dust, the scenery in the human world mostly gives people a sense of spiritual home and peace.

At the gate of the Bamboo Village on Fangcun Mountain, Yanzhi looked out at the road in the distance, expectantly. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his late forties asked, "Are you sure the God of Purification will come too?"

Yan Zhi raised his head and said, "Of course, the young master said so himself, and asked you to prepare the food."

The middle-aged man quickly covered Yan Zhi's mouth and said, "Be careful with your words when you're out. Qing Xuan is lying on that thousand-year-old warm jade bed. How can I tell you this?"

Yan Zhi said "Oh": "Uncle Jian, are you in a bad mood?"

Qing Jian frowned and sighed, "Didn't the God of Purification and Turbidity kick that brat out? I wonder if he's still willing to help the Black Crow Clan through this crisis?"

"Sister Yanzhu is a good person. She will definitely not ignore us."

Qing Jian: "Who says good people have to help others? There is no rule in this world, only whether they are willing or not."

He nodded thoughtfully.

Qing Jian looked into the distance as the sky gradually darkened. He wondered if his son had offended the God of Purification and Turbidity.

"Go, tell the tribe leader to prepare another pheasant. I'll make some soup later."

After the words fell, a faint light passed by. Yan Zhu looked around and saw the two people: "Yanzhi, who is this?"

"God, I am Qingxuan's father, just call me Uncle Jian."

"Uncle Jian, I'm Yan Zhu. Please forgive me for coming here in such a presumptuous manner."

Yan Zhu raised her hand and smiled gently, "How was my visit to Qingxuan today? I wonder if I disturbed you."

"Kid, why are you being so polite? Don't bother me. Come on, go this way."

Qing Jian stepped aside to lead the way, while thanking him with a smile, "I also have to thank the God... Yan Zhu didn't mind my boy's acting and came to see him at this time. This must be the blessing that Qing Xuan has cultivated for several lifetimes!"

Seeing Qing Jian's words becoming increasingly outrageous, Yan Zhu had no choice but to speak up, "Uncle Jian, you're joking. I wonder if Qing Xuan has woken up recently?"

Since everyone, including Tianjun, is acting, it’s okay for her to cooperate.

But what kind of medicine is sold in Qingxuan gourd?

Attract the attention of those behind the scenes and attract the other party to assassinate again?

Wujiu transmitted the message: Master, why do I have an uneasy feeling? This time it may not be that simple. Master, do you still remember Qingxuan’s purpose of joining the game and getting close to you?

Yan Zhu: Helping the Black Crow Clan overcome their tribulation, could it be...

The three of them arrived at the entrance of the cave behind the bamboo house. Qingjian's relaxed expression gradually faded. "He's inside. I won't go in. I have something else to do."

Yanzhu nodded and looked at Yanzhi.

Qing Jian immediately said, "It's not allowed to enter."

Yan Zhu didn't think much about it. He nodded to the two of them, turned around, brushed aside the vines, and walked straight into the cave. He found that the light in the cave was dim, and only the thousand-year-old warm jade bed in the center emitted a faint afterglow, which gave people a different visual color.

Yan Zhu walked closer to the warm jade bed, her eyes falling on the man's face. His superior brow bones and long eyelashes cast a faint silhouette in the deep eye sockets. His high nose bridge was just right, and his thin lips were light pink, which was the only color on this cold and white face.

The woman glanced around and scanned the area for several miles with her spiritual sense. After finding nothing unusual, she raised her hand and laid down a soundproof cover. Then she pretended to input spiritual power into the man's body and pretended to check on his recovery.

She sent a message: It’s almost time to wake up.

After he finished speaking, the man on the warm jade bed seemed to respond and slowly opened his eyes. His deep pupils added more color to his cold and pale face, making him look inexplicably cold and unapproachable.

"You're here."