Chapter 61

The field was silent; not a single person dared to make a sound.

Chu Jiye suddenly flew into a rage, and his boundless spiritual power transformed into a towering torrent. The Yin-Yang Mirror, the Chu family's most precious treasure, was summoned from his divine sense and rose from behind the family head, suddenly growing hundreds of times larger, almost engulfing the entire area.

However, Yan Ruchao's figure had already turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared before everyone's eyes. The Yin-Yang Mirror that blotted out the sky could no longer get close to Gui Canglou, leaving only the deep voice of the Gui Canglou Master echoing. "I await the Chu family head in the ghost mist."

Once the black mist had completely dissipated, the retainer following behind Chu Jiye couldn't help but step forward and whispered a word of advice: "Master, there's probably more to this Ghost Cang Tower than meets the eye."

Chu Jiye stared at the eerie and sinister high-rise building in front of him and smiled coldly: "I don't need anyone else to tell me what to do!"

The retainer suddenly fell silent, his whole body trembling.

However, Chu Jiye didn't care at all.

He turned around, his expression no longer showing the emotions of joy and anger, but instead revealing a pure, innocent boyish charm.

"Sister Ningyu." He deliberately addressed her by her real name, "Sheng Ningyu." There was silence behind him, but unbeknownst to many, a storm was brewing in their hearts.

If the two had spoken unclearly earlier, there might have been some room for interpretation, but now that the name "Ningyu" had been uttered, there was no room for argument.

Ningyu, Ningyu.

The Chu family members quickly disappeared ahead, and after they left, the crowd erupted in a roar.

"Pinch me right now! Did you hear what Patriarch Chu called that person just now?!"

"Ningyu, she is the legendary Bright Moon Sword Master, Sheng Ningyu!!!"

Did you see her face just now?

"Look at it! Truly, she is otherworldly and aloof, shining like the bright moon in the sky, unmatched by anyone in the world!"

"But what about what the host of the Ghost Canglou Banquet just said?"

"The Pavilion Master of the Banquet has an old grudge against the Sword Master, so he's probably not telling the truth, isn't he?"

"That's not right, they were clearly the same before..."

Compared to the excitement of the many young cultivators, the old cultivator who had just warned Sheng Ningyu and the other two not to enter by mistake turned his eyes blankly, staring at the flamboyant calligraphy on the plaque, and muttered to himself.

"...The sage is not attached to the 'concentration' of things, nor to the 'jade' of a house full of gold and jade."

Upon hearing this, people immediately gathered around.

"Have you met the Sword Master Mingyue?"

"When? What did she look like?"

"Judging from that person's stunning beauty, it's probably about right, isn't it?"

They might have seen the reincarnation of the Bright Moon Sword Master!

This is an earth-shattering rumor!

The cultivators' faces flushed with excitement, their chatter growing louder and louder. The old cultivator, however, remained rooted to the spot. After a moment, he stammered, "I've seen him before."

when?

But that was...

"It was probably a hundred years ago, right?" the old monk thought. Back then, he was still a young boy, walking in the countryside with an old ox following behind him, humming some uncouth country tunes.

He actually has no talent for cultivation, nor anything special about him. He has been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, but he has only been scheming and making no achievements. Now his lifespan is coming to an end.

He survived the catastrophe that nearly destroyed their village because someone saved him.

"No need to be so polite with me... What's your name? Haha, my surname is Sheng, and my given name is Ningyu."

The little fairy who saved him had bright eyebrows and a lively voice that could still be heard from him even after a hundred years. Even when he boldly asked her name, she did not show the slightest sign of being offended.

The old monk saw that she had saved many people, and even led the old ox over, lifted him onto its back, and used his spiritual power to write her name in the air.

The past is like smoke, vanishing into the desolate, ghostly mist of the future.

He coughed a few times, his voice growing increasingly aged, "As for what the Sword Master looked like, I can't remember."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators thought he was a coward and cast disdainful glances at him, muttering amongst themselves as they turned away and continued their discussions in small groups.

No one believed that what the old monk had just said was true.

As for appearance?

It's laughable to discuss physical beauty with someone like that.

As the crowd dispersed, the old cultivator raised his head, looking at the black plaque, his heart filled with even more melancholy.

He sighed deeply, "Sword Master."

If it really is you returning this time

May you be safe and happy, and live a long and carefree life.

...

Sheng Ningyu was unaware of the turmoil outside.

In fact, after she was led to the table by the ghost as usual, she vaguely realized something.

She didn't tell her senior brother about what happened to her.

Sheng Ningyu: "..."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

She sat in the auction area for a while, and when she saw the people being surrounded in front of her, she immediately lowered her head as if nothing had happened.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who saw that group of people; in fact, it was hard not to notice them.

After all, in this dark and gloomy place, only a handful of people did not cover their faces.

Chu Chang'an was one of them.

And the female sword cultivator beside him...

Yao Youling swallowed hard, glancing fearfully at Sheng Ningyu beside her.

Hahaha.

It must be fake...

The legendary reincarnation of the Bright Moon Sword Master looks exactly like my senior sister!

Surrounded by a surging crowd, Sheng Ningyu thought for a moment, then lowered her body to avoid the crowd and said to the two people beside her, "Follow me."

The two got up as instructed, and Sheng Ningyu led them through the Ghost Cang Tower with familiarity, but it was not a path that ordinary people would take.

They didn't encounter any more customers on this road, but that doesn't mean the road was empty.

Those shadowy figures that flitted about from time to time were truly terrifying!

"Fellow Daoist Wang."

Kim Hyun-yo's legs were trembling; he had never regretted his decision so much in his life.

If he hadn't been misled by someone, how could he have dragged Yao Youling into such a predicament!

Jin Xianyao closed his eyes. He could hear the sounds of the auction from time to time. It seemed that someone had already obtained a precious spirit pearl at a high price, which aroused cheers and admiration from countless people in the room.

However, the cheers were elusive, seemingly close yet far away.

Jin Xianyao took a deep breath and said in an almost sorrowful voice, "The auction has already started, but... this doesn't seem to be the way to the auction stage."

You actually know the way?

Sheng Ningyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "You've been to Gui Cang Lou before?"

Jin Xianyao was taken aback, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "It seems like I've been here before..." He rubbed his head, racking his brains for a while, "I can't remember."

Sheng Ningyu chuckled: "Then how do you know I've taken the wrong path?"

Before Jin Xianyao could speak, Sheng Ningyu walked forward on her own.

"I won't make a mistake."

She might take any wrong path in this world, but she would never take the wrong path in the Ghost Cang Tower.

Yao Youling and Jin Xianyao followed closely behind her, not daring to stray even slightly. Sheng Ningyu somehow managed to bypass the ghost messengers of Gui Canglou. However, before she could go any further, she heard a voice filled with anger.

"Can't we go in?"

Sheng Ningyu turned her head slightly and glanced at the person in the lead.

He wore a light-colored robe with long tassels hanging from each shoulder. His features were elegant and handsome, and Sheng Ningyu vaguely felt that he was somewhat familiar.

However, compared to the person she knew, this man had an air of pampered ease about him. Unfortunately, the fierce aura emanating from him at this moment completely ruined the advantages of his features, and even his smile, which was originally meant to be elegant, became distorted.

It doesn't look as good anymore.

Sheng Ningyu shook her head with some regret, but continued walking forward.

"Silent Young Master..."

"Shut up."

Relying on being the son of the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master and the only remaining member of the Yu clan, Yu Wusheng swaggered into the Ghost Cang Tower, having done his homework thoroughly, intending to outdo everyone else.

Unexpectedly, they ran into a snag here.

"May I ask, sir, why am I not allowed to choose the topmost Cloud Peak room?"

Yu Wusheng spoke with restraint, but he hadn't been so humble in a long time, so his expression looked stiff and rather strange.

The ghost mechanically blocked his way, without saying a word.

The hairs on the backs of Yu Wusheng's retainers stood on end.

Unlike Yu Wusheng, who has been spoiled and ignorant of the ways of the world over the years, these elders and retainers of the Nine Heavens Pavilion are well aware of what kind of existence this Lord of the Ghost Canglou is.

His sword is unparalleled, its movements renowned throughout the world.

The host of Gui Cang Lou is not a good-tempered person. Back when he was in Jian Ge, he was still under the control of Gui Hai Jian Zun, and he also had junior brothers and sisters to take care of. He was always under restraint.

But what about now? He has already defied the world by entering the path of the demons, so why should he be afraid of being branded as "murdering his brother-in-law"?

At the urging of the crowd, an elderly retainer of the Yu family finally stepped forward and sighed wearily, "Young Master Wusheng, please do not say anything more. Do not cause trouble for Miss... or for Headmaster Han."

They thought this would persuade the only son of the Yu family, but to their surprise, Yu Wusheng became even more unwilling after hearing these words.

The main reason he dared to be so presumptuous in the Ghost Canglou, which was feared by everyone, was that his blood-related sister, Han Yuyi, was the person the Ghost Canglou Master loved.

However, Yu Wusheng also harbored deep resentment towards Han Yuyi.

Compared to Yu Hanyi, the pampered young lady who was once cherished and spoiled by the master of Jiuxiao Pavilion, Yu Wusheng was just an illegitimate child who was brought back.

illegitimate child.

An entity of unknown origin, an entity used to replace the "Jade Cold Robe".

In the Nine Heavens Pavilion, there is a small building that will be preserved for her forever. On the highest pavilion, the first musical score she composed when she was a child learning to play the zither is engraved. Below, in the Cave Heaven Waterfall, there is her favorite water curtain swing...

Yu Tanqiu forbids anyone from touching anything belonging to "Yu Hanyi".

Even though everyone knew perfectly well that their young lady would never return to the Nine Heavens Pavilion, he still firmly believed that his beloved daughter would definitely return to his side.

Yu Wusheng, who had just been brought home, was unaware of these origins. At that time, Han Yuyi was still called "Yu Hanyi," and she was still in the Jiuxiao Pavilion.

Yu Wusheng grew up in a poor and impoverished small sect. When he was suddenly found by the Yu family and entered the Nine Heavens Sect, it was no less than entering a fairyland.

His father, Yu Tanqiu, was loving and doting, giving him almost everything he asked for. His elder sister, Yu Hanyi, though distant, was also kind to him.

Yu Wusheng was blinded by good fortune.

Forty years ago, the eldest sister betrayed the Nine Heavens Sect and went to Yunmengze to establish her own sect. While playing around, Yu Wusheng accidentally cut down the pear tree that the eldest sister had planted with her own hands.

The surrounding servants immediately knelt down, but Yu Wusheng felt it wasn't that serious.

The spiritual energy suddenly struck, and Yu Wusheng was thrown to the ground. He rolled around on the ground in a sorry state, instantly transforming from a finely dressed little immortal into a stray dog ​​that had fallen into the mud.

His meridians were swollen and painful from the intrusion of spiritual energy, but what Yu Wusheng found most unacceptable was the handprint on his head.

However, Yu Tanqiu did not help him up as usual. He stood under the broken pear tree, his expression seemingly about to cry, but his tone was frighteningly calm.

"Don't call me that!"

Something seemed to choke his progress, blurring Yu Wusheng's vision. He could hear someone anxiously pleading with him, saying things like, "Master, please calm down," and "It's due to inadequate supervision."

Something that Yu Wusheng had painstakingly rebuilt in his heart shattered once again.

When he regained consciousness, the old steward who had been with him had vanished without a trace. Yu Wusheng stood up blankly and asked, "Where is Steward Xu?"

The new steward bowed his head and said emotionlessly, "Steward Xu has been taken away."

Take him away.

Good idea to take him with you.

Yu Wusheng opened his mouth as if to laugh, but something slipped from the corner of his eye.

From that moment on, Yu Wusheng understood one thing.

As long as "Yu Hanyi" lives in this world, he will never be able to surpass her.

But she didn't cherish it.

How could she not cherish it!

He was determined to prove to his father that he was the most outstanding member of the Yu family, and that he alone was enough to uphold the reputation of the Nine Heavens Pavilion. No one, whether it was Han Yuyi or anyone else, could surpass him!

For example, today's trip to Guicanglou.

He was determined to obtain that fragment of the Sword Master's spiritual bone and present it to his father!

What Yu Wusheng wanted to fight for in this life was a sense of pride.

His gaze deepened, revealing an air of certainty. After a few seconds of hesitation, he concealed his displeasure and bowed to the ghost messengers once more, still appearing as the same gentle and refined young master.

"In that case, I won't make things difficult for you, sir."

He turned to leave.

"Huh?"

The retainer trailing behind Yu Wusheng let out a soft, questioning sound. It was a very quiet sound, almost like talking to himself, but it was particularly jarring in the still air.

Yu Wusheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

The retainer who had accidentally made a sound looked up in a panic, but the guards pushed him back down. Yu Wusheng continued walking without stopping. After a while, the old retainer who had advised him earlier stepped forward, bowed, and whispered, "Young master, he said he saw someone leap up and land in the clouds."

Yu Wusheng suddenly spun around, and perhaps it was an illusion, but at a certain moment, he actually felt a sword light flash in the long-dim cloud top.

Who was in front of him?!

...

Almost at that moment.

It shone brightly at the auction.

The ghost messenger in charge of the auction spoke with a smile: "This item should have been placed at the end, but since many guests are probably here for it today, the host has allowed us to move it forward."

The auction hall of Gui Cang Lou fell silent. Many people who had been talking loudly and congratulating each other on getting what they wanted suddenly stopped talking. They hid in the shadows, like a silent and comical shadow play.

In the midst of their breathless concentration, so quiet you could hear a pin drop; no one dared to utter a sound.

"The last item for today."

"Sword Master, Spirit Bone!"

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Author's Note: Here it is!

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