Chapter 142: Lanyue Tower Incident
Lanyue Tower is the most famous den of debauchery in the First Heaven.
The private rooms on the top floor are a place that only the rich and noble can step into.
Jing Gan, relying on his superb piano skills and his gentle yet aloof temperament, was able to come here as an exception in just two days.
However, all this was within Jing Guan's expectations. He had long ago heard that the owner behind this place liked to do some romantic and elegant things, especially music practitioners were very popular here. Although he was not a music practitioner, he had been proficient in music since childhood, so it was easy for him to take the top position.
Jing Gan wore gilded clothes specially made for the restaurant on his fingertips, and his face was covered with a mask of the same color that symbolized his identity as a top zither player, revealing only a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes.
The song "Flowing Water" was about to end, and Jing Gan's eyes moved slightly, and then fell on the drunken young man in brocade clothes who was hugging a beautiful maid in a dissolute manner across from him.
The second son of the Nangong family, Nangong Jue.
The next moment, Jing Gan suddenly exerted force with his fingertips and plucked the cold strings of the Jiaowei Qin fiercely.
"bite……"
A clear but strangely trembling sound of a piano was heard, as if carrying an invisible hook, silently drilling into Nangong Jue's brow.
Soul-stealing technique, silent and invisible.
Nangong Jue was about to drink the wine in the glass when his movements suddenly froze.
His eyes became confused for a moment, then turned into rage, and he slammed the priceless glass cup in his hand to the ground.
"Bang..." fragments flew everywhere.
"What a bullshit Ascension Competition." Nangong Jue screamed with red eyes, looking like a madman, "What a bullshit opportunity, it's just a trick to trick us into leaving a space crack for that damn extraterritorial demon.
Dang...dang was a sacrifice to fill the void. It took the young master so long to prepare, but he almost got sent in early."
Before he finished speaking, the whole room fell into dead silence. This private room was very large and was filled with Nangong Yu's friends.
Some are personal bodyguards that these families bring with them, about twenty to thirty people in total.
However, this private room is different in that one floor is divided into two halves, each with a soundproof formation set up. Therefore, the person who books this place must be either rich or noble in the First Heaven.
Then, there was even greater uproar and panic.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden and shocking secret.
Some couldn't help but want to ask Nangong Yu, and then Nangong Yu looked like he was drunk and talking nonsense.
Suddenly burst into laughter, you believed my jokes to liven up the atmosphere, hahahaha…
A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Jing Gan's mouth under the mask, and he continued to play the piano, but his eyes did not stay on Nangong Jue.
His sight passed through the noisy crowd and fell precisely on an old man in a purple robe who was drinking tea in silence in the corner of the private room.
The old man had a restrained aura and seemed ordinary, but at the moment when Nangong Jue roared, his wide sleeves swayed slightly, and a hideous and ancient totem flashed on the inside of the cuffs.
Taotie pattern?
Jing Gan frowned slightly for a moment.
That is the totem of the ancient witch clan, a clan that should have been completely extinct ten thousand years ago.
Jing Gan's heart suddenly sank, as if he had thought of something.
As if sensing this sharp gaze, the old man in purple robe paused slightly while holding the teacup.
He slowly raised his head, his cloudy old eyes penetrated the noise and accurately met Jing Gan's eyes behind the mask.
Their eyes met, and there was a silent flash of lightning.
A hint of suspicion flashed across the old man's eyes, then turned into deep fear.
Jing Gan's eyes were calm, yet filled with the understanding that seemed to see through everything.
Both of them read certain information from each other's eyes that shouldn't exist in this era.
The air seemed to freeze.
The night is as dark as ink.
In the simple temporary residence, Xiaobai sat cross-legged on the hard wooden bed, his little brows tightly furrowed.
Jing Gan pushed the door open and walked in, bringing in the cold moonlight.
"Did you find out?" Xiaobai raised his head, his big eyes full of anxiety.
Jing Gan nodded and briefly recounted what he had seen and heard on the top floor of Lanyue Tower, focusing on Nangong Jue's drunken words and the gluttonous patterns on the purple-robed old man.
"Extraterritorial demon? Space crack?" Xiaobai's face suddenly became serious. "Fill the sacrifice?"
"That's right," Jing Gan said in a low voice, "Nangong Jue's statement that I used soul-stealing magic on him was not drunken nonsense, but judging from his demeanor and the reactions of others present, I'm afraid it's not just hearsay.
This time it might be a conspiracy from above, but it is strange, no matter what, it is impossible for someone who has just ascended from the lower realm to go there."
He paused and added, "Moreover, I recognize the Taotie pattern. It is indeed from the ancient witch clan. This clan was exterminated by the gods in ancient times because of its secretive and cruel methods. Logically, it should have disappeared long ago."
Xiaobai held his chin with his little hand and fell into deep thought.
"It seems that we still need to investigate the extraterritorial demons and the ancient witch clan." Xiaobai thought about it and felt that he knew too little about the upper realm.
"No need, Xiaobai, I still understand these.
The extraterritorial demons are creatures from the shadow plane that coexist with this world. After the ancient war, the goddess, who was your previous life, used supreme divine power to set up the "Absolute Heaven Array" to completely isolate the two planes, and there was an agreement that they would never invade each other.
As for the ancient witch clan, they had been wiped out before the death of your previous life. Only a very small number of branches with thin bloodlines are left outside, and they are insignificant.
But I know that the Absolute Heaven Array has always been guarded, it seems that something went wrong."
Jing Gan's face looked a little solemn. It seemed that a lot had happened in the past tens of thousands of years.
After hearing this, Xiaobai frowned even more tightly.
"Brother Jinggan," she raised her head, her voice filled with confusion and uneasiness, "According to what you said, the 'Absolute Heaven Array' I laid in my previous life was blessed by divine power, so it is extremely solid and should not have any problems for thousands of years. If there are cracks, they are definitely not formed naturally."
"Besides, the Wu Clan should have been extinct, and there are people guarding it. Why don't we just go over there and take a look when the time comes? I always feel that there might be clues to the soul there."
Her little head worked quickly, connecting the information together.
"And someone is behind this." Xiao Bai said confidently, "They deliberately destroyed the formation, released the extraterritorial demons, and then used the name of the selection competition to select 'sacrifices' to fill the cracks. That old man from the Wu clan must be involved in this matter, but it is not certain that we can't tell whether he is a friend or an enemy.
We can only observe everything for the time being."
Jing Gan's eyes flashed with appreciation: "Yes, I thought so too."
A heavy look that was not in line with his age appeared on Xiaobai's face: "Even the God Realm has become illusory and nowhere to be found. It seems that after my death and the ascension of my brothers and sisters, many things that we don't know about must have happened in the heavens and the myriad worlds.
Otherwise, how could we be the only two in this world? I have always wondered if someone was controlling us or if it was destined to happen."
She sighed, her small body looking somewhat desolate: "Alas, the muddy waters of this upper world are much deeper than I imagined. It will be difficult to find all the fragments of my soul."
Jing Gan looked at her pretending to be mature, a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes, and then was covered by solemnity.
"The most urgent task is to pass the selection and enter the Second Heaven." Jing Gan said, "That is the real core area of the upper realm, and perhaps we can find more clues there."
Xiao Bai nodded vigorously: "Well, when we get to the Second Heaven, we have to find the eldest sister, the second brother and the others as soon as possible.
There is strength in numbers, and we must find out what is going on behind this.
I feel like it may not be that easy to find Bai Ze, and there are also old friends from tens of thousands of years ago.
At that time in the underworld, I always felt that there was something wrong with that fake Heavenly Dao. He was not the same person I faced face to face for the first time.
It's the same face, but it feels like two different people. Perhaps the fake heaven in the underworld is also a pawn being used.
But I am very curious. He stopped me at first, but later gave up the lower world and allowed me to ascend smoothly, so that the way of heaven could return to its place. "
"Do you feel stupid and confused? That's why I let you know of his existence and his plans, and let everything go smoothly for you.
That is a bigger plot, and letting you come to the upper realm means you have already fallen into his second conspiracy." Jing Gan replied.
Xiaobai looked at Jing Gan and the other person without saying anything else. Everything was self-explanatory.
The night gradually deepened.
After confirming that Xiaobai's breathing was even and seemed to be asleep, Jing Gan got up quietly and left the room.
The moonlight was bright, shining in the empty courtyard.
Jing Gan's figure blended into the shadows like a ghost. Soon, two other blurry figures appeared beside him, also hidden in the darkness, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
Low voices of conversation were heard, but they were restrained by some force and could not be heard at all.
A moment later, the two figures disappeared as silently as they appeared.
Only Jing Gan was left, standing alone under the moon.
He turned around and looked in the direction of Xiaobai's room, where a faint glow of light could be seen through the window paper.
The moonlight at this moment outlines his tall and straight figure, and also reflects his particularly solemn and complex eyes that cannot be concealed by the mask.
This game of chess was far more dangerous than he had expected.
And how can Xiaobai protect her?
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