Chapter 636: What I Can’t Forget Is the Path

Hell.

The Fairy City of Wangchuan.

The Forgotten River roars and flows beneath the city.

The dark blue skeleton grew slowly from the bottom of the River Lethe. After countless years, it finally emerged from the water and grew into countless spires.

The Fairy City of Wangchuan is a fairy city built above the Wangchuan River with these towering bone spires as its foundation!

The City Lord's Mansion of Lord Wangchuan is located on top of the tallest skeleton spire.

He sat upright on his own throne and placed the jade slip in his hand on the table.

The jade slip contained a report from the vanguard general, saying that the entire army was applying the Wangyin Diezhang ointment on time to build up momentum for the siege.

"Nearly a hundred years have passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye we have reached the final stage..." Lord Wangchuan's eyes were slightly unfocused.

Before he knew it, he had stood up, walked to the window, looked out, and overlooked the Fairy City of Wangchuan.

This is the highest point of Wangchuan Fairy City.

The cold wind blew over the bones, bringing with it the scent of rust and souls, and also blew the pale long hair of Lord Wanchuan.

He was dressed in a black robe, tall and thin. At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the fairy city, and then looked into the distance.

His face looked a little haggard, with wrinkles spreading around the corners of his eyes and the edges of his cheekbones.

His eyes were very deep, like the entrance to a dark abyss. Looking closely, it seemed as if countless tiny, distorted faces were silently wailing, laughing, and disappearing in his pupils.

There are countless scenes that appear and disappear, showing scenes of life and death, love and hate.

His lips were thin and hard, as if they were cut by a knife. Two deep lines of nasolabial folds snaked down from the sides of his nose and cut straight into the corners of his tightly-packed mouth, like two heavy shackles engraving marks, sealing thousands of words.

The unwillingness of the years, the pressure of loneliness, the exhaustion of seeking the truth...all the emotions turned into these ravines, imprinted on his face, and deep within them lurked a will that was older and more stubborn than death.

Lord Wangchuan had a very clear understanding of the situation: "This time, I activated the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Tribulation Ceremony in order to refine the Heavenly Ghost Skull."

"My old enemies and powerful neighbors must have realized what was happening after this period of time."

“Even if they don’t know what the acquired talent in the Heavenly Ghost Skull is, they can tell from my huge action how valuable it is to me!”

"So, they will definitely take action to stop me from achieving enlightenment!"

Just as I thought of this, my subordinates sent me urgent information.

"Lord, there is unrest in the Bone-Changing Frontier. The Spore Fungus Cult and the Corpse Marquis are in conflict, and both sides are deploying their forces at full capacity. The situation is deteriorating too quickly, and urgent mediation is needed."

"If we don't do it in time, I'm afraid there will be a serious conflict between these two forces!"

The subordinates looked at Lord Wangchuan with eyes full of respect and expectation.

Lord Wangchuan was still looking out the window, thinking to himself, "So, the first ones to come and cause trouble for me were you two."

The Spore Cult Patriarch and the Corpse Lord were always at odds with each other, and friction often arose. The Bone-Changing Frontier where the two forces were located was one of the territories under the jurisdiction of Lord Wangchuan, so Lord Wangchuan often stepped in personally to mediate the disputes between the two.

Lord Wangchuan will secretly support whoever is weaker.

Relying on his balancing strategy, the Huagu Border also maintained a fragile balance, without any major force entrenched in the area.

Now, the two parties saw that the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion was busy refining the Heavenly Demon Skull, so they tacitly mobilized their personnel and deployed their troops, hoping to take the opportunity to slaughter the other side and dominate the place!

Even though Lord Wangchuan saw through the two people's plot, he still had to praise them for seizing this rare opportunity.

This time, Lord Wangchuan really cannot come forward to mediate in person!

“This is even more of a proper test.”

"After I made sure I would not leave for the border, these people's backup plans began to appear one after another."

Lord Wangchuan had already guessed what would happen next.

The world of the living.

White Paper Fairy City.

The city lord's incarnation led Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi to the city's treasury.

"This is the bone blade battle flag." The city lord's clone first showed a military flag.

The flagpole of the military flag is not made of wood or iron, but is made up of countless tiny, pale bones tightly spliced ​​together. The top is not the tip of a gun, but a ball of Yin Fire with a pale green flame.

The flag itself was so thin that it was almost transparent, as if it was made of tanned skin peeled off from the bodies of those who died unjustly, cold and slippery. There was no painting on the flag, it was completely blank, and only after the Qing Chi was refined, would the two large characters Qing Jiao appear.

"This is the Crescent Moon Sword and the Sky-Splitting Spear." The city lord's clone continued.

The Cangyue Sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the blade was not smooth, but covered with fine and complex cracks that looked like broken ice. Deep in the cracks, the blue moonlight was slowly flowing and flickering.

The tip of the Sky-Splitting Spear was made of layers of talisman paper tightly rolled, compressed, and glued together. The tip was sharp, and the middle section had a fluffy texture that looked like it was about to collapse.

When waving the spear, Ning Zhuo heard a swish sound like tearing a book.

"These are black blood paper horses."

The paper horses were tall and thin. Their skeletons were made of black cardboard, and their "flesh" was translucent gray-white talisman paper. The talisman paper was very thin, and you could vaguely see a group of human-sized, violently pulsating and burning green ghost fire in the chest cavity as the driving core.

There were two solidified deep ink marks at the horse's eye, empty and dead.

Finally, we arrived at the deepest part of the warehouse, where there was a small and exquisite paper barracks the size of a palm.

The city lord introduced it in a simple way: "This is the ritual barracks. It can save the cultivator army from the pain and hassle of setting up camp when stationed in the wild. You only need to use it to immediately erect a barracks on flat ground."

"The key is that this military camp also has an altar where you can offer sacrifices to various ghosts and gods and pray."

"Of course, we are fighting a defensive battle, so we don't need this kind of ritual barracks."

However, a gleam of light flashed in the depths of Ning Zhuo's eyes.

The city lord's clone stretched out his arm, drew a half circle with his fingers, and sighed: "As you can see, everything here is military equipment."

"In the past, our city tried many times to form a cultivation army."

"These weapons are specially prepared for building the army."

“I didn’t expect that they would end up being used in this way.”

The city lord's clone looked at Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi.

She hoped that this new army could be used by Baizhi Xiancheng. However, the Qingjiao Army had been completely infiltrated by the Wanxiang Sect, but fortunately the result was not too bad.

Because Ning Zhuo is Meng Yaoyin's son and has not yet joined the Wanxiang Sect, it is entirely possible to win him over with this relationship.

On the other hand, Qingchi is also a native of the ghost clan, and he quite recognizes the rule of Baizhi Immortal City.

Ning Zhuo said with emotion: "To be honest, I never thought that the army building this time would be so rapid. Now, it has even reached the stage of military equipment."

"And with your sponsorship, Lord City Lord, the Qingjiao Army has been established!"

The City Lord's clone said, "No, this is not a free sponsorship. We have to pay for it. If possible, it can be considered a loan. In the future, we will also form a new army in Baizhi Xiancheng."

Qing Chi said hurriedly: "Lending it to us is also a huge help. I will be grateful to you!"

Ning Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "It's a bit difficult for Baizhi Xiancheng to form a new army."

The paper man clone snorted coldly: "If it was just the White Paper Fairy City that was in charge, the new army would have been established long ago. It's a pity that the Dark Tide Swamp is sandwiched between the two countries and is a buffer zone. No one wants to see a military force here!"

At this point, the paper man's clone raised his head and sighed: "Although the dark and wet swamp is vast and sparsely populated, and the environment is unique, it is not a place outside the law. There will always be various forces guarding against, suppressing, and excluding it. There will be all kinds of entanglements and obstructions. It is too difficult to accomplish a big thing."

Qing Chi was silent, not knowing how to respond.

Ning Zhuoze comforted him, "Lord City Lord, this is how the world works. It's not just the White Paper Fairy City. Think about it carefully, even for a cultivation country like Liangzhu Country, don't they have to plan for a long time and take three steps at a time? If they really want to accomplish something big, they must counter the obstruction of neighboring countries."

"No matter how big or small the power is, or where it is, as long as there are monks, there will be fierce competition. Isn't it?"

Hell.

Lord Wangchuan also secretly sighed: "Even if I am the lord of a prefecture, it is still extremely difficult to accomplish a great thing."

Ever since the day when the Spore Fungus Cult and the Corpse Marquis confronted each other and Lord Wangchuan did not go to mediate the fight, bad news has been reported to Lord Wangchuan one after another, asking him to make the decision.

A powerful being named Shan Yan travels around the underworld, and wherever he goes, he challenges the strongest person there.

He was almost led to the underworld of Wangchuan.

Lord Wangchuan had long been paying attention to this matter and immediately dispatched personnel to disrupt the enemy's conspiracy, forcing Shan Yan to finally choose another direction.

In the Dust Evil Cave, a dust crocodile at the god level broke through the seal, rushed out of the crocodile cave, wreaked havoc on the people, and slaughtered villages and towns everywhere.

After the incident, the Wangchuan underworld responded promptly and immediately dispatched strong men, but they all returned empty-handed. Some even encountered attacks from bandits and robbers along the way, suffering heavy losses and giving up halfway.

Lord Wangchuan thought for a long time before giving the order to dispatch border troops.

The border troops successfully wiped out the dust crocodiles, but suffered heavy casualties and had to rest on the spot.

This means that the border defense strength of the Wangchuan Underworld has been greatly reduced, and its weaknesses have been exposed to the eyes of surrounding forces.

"Urgent news!" The subordinate looked anxious, but unlike before, he had a happy expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Lord Wangchuan was a little curious.

"Your Excellency, at Baiweidangkou, the cultivator you instructed has appeared!" the subordinate said hurriedly.

Lord Wangchuan looked dazed for a moment.

"It's her..."

That was the Lord's former wife. He truly loved her and had promised her that he would always be with her.

However, for the sake of subsequent practice, he abandoned his first wife and chose the beloved daughter of the previous monarch.

After usurping the throne, Lord Wangchuan expanded his underworld territory three times, found his first wife, and wanted to bring her back to be the queen.

The wife had already been heartbroken and had seen through the love, so she resolutely refused.

She hides in Baiwei Dang and rarely goes out.

The Lord of Wangchuan Mansion has stationed personnel at Baiwei Dangkou all year round, just to get the first news that his wife appears at Dangkou.

Every time, he would rush there as fast as he could to meet his first wife, and even though he was met with cold shoulders and rejection every time, he was happy to accept it.

After a long time, the ice showed signs of melting.

His wife's attitude gradually changed, and she once asked him, "Will you abandon me again?"

"I control a prefecture and am the king. What else is there for me to abandon you?" At that time, the Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture did not hesitate and gazed at his wife affectionately, "Come back, come back to me."

The wife hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head and sank into the white-tailed sway.

Memories of the past emerged in Lord Wangchuan's mind, and were then destroyed by his sharp and vicious gaze.

"Someone must have secretly instigated my wife to appear in Dangkou at this time!"

"What a vicious method! It is going to disturb my mind."

Lord Wangchuan was absolutely certain that if he did not go to meet his first wife this time, she would be extremely disappointed and see clearly what kind of person Lord Wangchuan was. Not only would all his efforts over the past decades have gone to waste, but he might not even have any chance again!

Lord Wangchuan gritted his teeth, a rare ferocious look on his face.

He clenched his fists, veins popping out of them.

He wanted to roar in anger, wanted to raise his arms and cry out to the sky, but in the end he didn't do it.

He unclenched his fist, his expression turned cold again, glanced at his subordinate who was reporting, and said calmly, "Back off."

The world of the living.

White Paper Fairy City.

"You all step back." Ning Zhuo waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!" Peanut Ghost General and others responded in unison, then took a few steps back with great respect, turned around and left the living room.

Ning Zhuo and Wen Ruanyu were the only ones left in the living room.

Wen Ruanyu said: "These ghost generals, not only I checked, even the city lord's real body took action personally to check them upside down."

"There is no problem with them, you can trust them!"

Prior to this, Wangchuan Underworld had successively dispatched Jindan combat forces, which were secretly sent to Baizhi Immortal City through spies. They caused a lot of damage and also captured many alive.

After Zheng Shoumo was still around, he was mainly responsible for recruiting these Jindan-level ghost generals.

Even these ghost generals are unaware of his identity as a traitor.

The results of the current investigation also show that Zheng Shoumo also followed the rules and accepted the surrender diligently and conscientiously without making any back-up plans or secret doors.

"These ghost generals can indeed be used, but it is best to use them for city defense. God knows how they will react if we take them back to the underworld!"

Ning Zhuo thought of withdrawing the Qingjiao Army. These ghost generals could serve as a group of valuable combat forces to strengthen the city's defense.

The big-headed boy looked at Wen Ruanyu: "Senior Wen, have you made any progress in your research on the sacrificial text?"

This was the main point of his meeting with Wen Ruanyu this time.

Wen Ruanyu replied: "You guessed correctly, this sacrificial text is a Confucian method, a sacrifice to the heavens!"

"It's just that the object of the sacrifice is not the world of the living, but the world of the dead."

"The text is incomplete and profound. I have only studied it a little bit. I hope it can be helpful to you."

Ning Zhuo leaned sideways towards Wen Ruanyu: "Junior is all ears."

Wen Ruanyu explained it and said, "To break this ritual, it is actually very simple. Just find the central location and destroy it using Confucian methods."

(End of this chapter)