Chapter 242, Chapter 241: Kunlun Sword
Shuyao hurriedly entered the main hall of Kunlun.
The main hall was empty, and there was no one at the table in the center.
Having mistakenly ingested the herb that relieves sorrow, Yanju, who should have been sleeping here, has disappeared without a trace.
Shu Yao's heart sank. She quickly walked to the table, her fingertips touching the surface, which was ice-cold.
The person must have been gone for quite some time.
Shuyao: ...
She stood there, trying to come up with some ideas.
It is known that Yanju mistakenly ingested the herb that relieves worries. Even if Yanju's inner demons are not deep, it is impossible for him to wake up in just one afternoon.
So, the sleeping Yanju was stolen from Kunlun...?
Shuyao barely managed to reach a conclusion before everything went black.
This is even more fatal than Yanju accidentally eating the herb of relief from sorrow in Kunlun.
Director Yan was asleep, at least he was still alive; now that he's missing, where is she supposed to find a Director Yan to compensate the head of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs?
What's worse is that life is full of surprises, and many surprises.
Shuyao was still reeling from Yanju's disappearance in Kunlun when hurried footsteps and panicked shouts came from outside the palace.
"Sect Leader, something terrible has happened! There's trouble on the main street!"
Shu Yao turned around abruptly, flicking her long sleeves: "What?"
"Something's happened on the main street!" The gatekeeper exclaimed, his face filled with anxiety and shock. "The main street has been bombed!"
Shuyao: "Huh?"
Lantern Festival.
Baiyujing's main street is usually brightly lit, with fireworks illuminating the sky.
The street was still brightly lit from one end to the other, but the lights were bluish-green, and countless mansions along the street were burning with dark flames.
The firelight reflected the blue smoke, illuminating a dark and gloomy hue.
By the time Shuyao arrived from Kunlun, the streets had already been reduced to ruins.
Because the surrounding mansions had collapsed, the crowd finally had a place to disperse, and most of them were finally able to leave.
In the middle of the street, a large procession was slowly moving forward. They were all dressed in white robes, wearing ghostly faces, and had bells hanging from their waists. The bells jingled with each step, orderly yet chaotic.
Countless enormous ghostly face phantoms floated in the air, shrouded in eerie energy.
Someone in the group shouted loudly with a grin.
Shu Yao suppressed her anger: "Where is the patrol team?"
Before the disciples who followed could answer, a casual voice came from not far away: "They're all lying down."
The voice carried a smile: "Let's enjoy the Lantern Festival street scene together."
Shu Yao looked over upon hearing the sound.
The night wind swirled up ashes.
At the end of the burned-out street, a woman sits on the roof of a still intact building.
She was dressed in red, with a light veil hanging from the eaves, swaying in the wind, which stood out against the extremely dark background.
Beside her feet lay a half-face mask of a rabbit; her black hair hung loosely, highlighting her beautiful features. She rested her chin on one hand, while holding a dark halberd in the other.
The long halberd gleamed faintly, radiating a chilling aura.
The woman's gaze fell on Shu Yao, and she smiled with interest. "Good evening, Sect Leader Shu."
She said in a light tone, "Happy Lantern Festival."
Shu Yao looked at her in surprise and doubt: "...Director Yan?"
wrong.
It's not Director Yan.
The woman tilted her head, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Shu Yao finally realized what was happening: "Yan Lan," she called out in a deep voice.
Yanlan: "Hmm?" She laughed, "Your patrol team is not easy to fight."
Shu Yao suppressed the surging anger in her chest and took a deep breath: "Yan Lan, this is Bai Yu Jing. You are in Bai Yu Jing," she glanced at the chaotic street scene, "arson, assault, and in the downtown area."
“Even if you are Director Yan’s sister, the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs will still arrest you in accordance with the law.”
"Huh?" Yanlan blinked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Sect Leader, you can't wrong an innocent passerby like that." She shrugged.
"I didn't start the fire, and I didn't blow up the street. I was just passing by and watching the commotion, and I lent a hand as well," Yanlan said matter-of-factly. "The Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs can't wrong an innocent person, can it?"
Shu Yao narrowed her eyes, and a monstrous sword intent exploded from beside her.
In an instant, the wind stopped, the air trembled slightly, and a buzzing sound was heard.
It was a pure sharpness; before the sword energy even arrived, the heavens and earth shattered.
Yanlan still smiled, her eyebrows slightly raised.
She leaped into the air, her red robes rippling in the night breeze. The halberd twirled in her hand, its dark light tearing through the night, colliding with the oncoming sword intent.
Light and shadow exploded.
Amidst the deafening roar, even the few remaining intact buildings succumbed and collapsed completely. Nearby bricks crumbled inch by inch, and most of the blue-green flames on the street were instantly extinguished by the blast wave.
“I’m going to tell my sister.” Yan Lan took a tiny step back, still smiling, her eyes showing a hint of nonchalance. “This is how Baiyujing treats its tourists.”
Shu Yao looked at her coldly: "Fine." She said, "I'll wait for you to tell Director Yan about the hospitality of Baiyujing."
She was genuinely angry.
The Lantern Festival is the most important festival in Baiyujing throughout the year.
Ten thousand lanterns hang in the celestial streets, and fireworks illuminate the entire land.
This year's Lantern Festival has been ruined like this.
Countless mansions on both sides of the main street were destroyed. Those who could live on the main street were the heads and elders of various families and factions in Baiyujing.
Shuyao could already foresee the accountability, turmoil, and chaos that would soon follow.
Not to mention injuries.
So what if Yanlan didn't do all the work?
Anyway, Yanju is currently unconscious after mistakenly ingesting the herb that relieves worries, and there's no one to protect Yanlan.
Even if Shuyao kills Yanlan today, as long as they all stick to the same story, no one will know. It's also a good opportunity to use Yanlan's life to quell public anger.
Shu Yao sneered and raised her hand to clench it.
In the night sky, the Kunlun Sword Formation emerged from beneath her feet, its array patterns spreading out and shimmering with golden light. Streams of spiritual light flowed along the array patterns, converging towards the horizon.
A sword's cry echoed from the distance of Baiyujing, towards the direction of Kunlun.
That was a response.
A moment later, an ancient sword, entirely silver-white, pierced the sky and hurtled straight towards this place.
It streaked across the night sky and landed in Shuyao's palm.
The wind stopped.
The street was silent. In the procession of a hundred ghosts, the students lifted their white robes and looked up in surprise.
Shu Yao's expression was cold and stern as her fingertips slowly traced the blade of the sword.
“I haven’t drawn my sword in a long time,” she said softly. “So long that the world has forgotten the Kunlun Sword.”
Having said that, she took a step forward.
As the sword was drawn, the heavens and earth trembled.
The spirits in the air were suppressed, and the water spirit cautiously protected Yan Shi, blocking the fierce sword intent.
Shu Yao's sword energy was neither howling nor roaring. It was extremely still, yet a dark glint was hidden within it.
Yan Shi's smile faded, and her eyes lowered, becoming serious. She could sense that Shu Yao had murderous intent.
It wasn't a loss of control in a fit of rage, but rather a calm, precise, and unreserved killing intent.
Shu Yao looked at Yan Shi, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and charged forward with her sword.
The sword light was as white as snow, and the world changed color.
Yan Shi remained calm.
Having walked through the dream of the Relief of Worries, she not only figured out the spirits she could truly control, but also the Undead Halberd.
The Death Spear belongs to the dead.
Yan Shi is not a deceased person; she can use it simply because she can control the Water Spirit and the Guixu Sea.
At the end of the Guixu Sea lies not only the graveyard of the gods, but also an abyss of death.
She can use the water spirit to suppress the necromancer halberd, and with the necromancer halberd, gain some power that does not belong to her.
for example.
Yan Shi lightly tapped the tip of his halberd downwards, and a light-colored magic circle appeared beneath his feet.
Yan Shi closed her eyes, and the moonlight poured down, falling on her shoulders.
The students' "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" was just a bluff; as the color of the array beneath Yan Shi's feet deepened, whispers could be faintly heard from the sky.
The phallus of the dead emitted a low, resonant vibration. Accompanying the whispers was the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Yan Shi opened her eyes and looked at the moon. The moonlight, like a tide, always protected her.
She said softly, "Come, River of the Dead. Come, with the moon as your guide."
The magic circle lit up and disappeared beneath her feet. From behind her, a translucent river surged down from the moon.
The grey-blue tide flowed slowly, refracting light into phantoms. Countless figures appeared and disappeared in the waves, silent yet watching.
The water flowed past Yanshi, then cascaded down, meandering along the street. A phantom emerged from the river, and the main street became a true parade of demons.
Yan Shi held the halberd with both hands, touched the water with his toes, and stepped onto the surface.
She stood against the tide, her clothes fluttering, her eyes and brows becoming relaxed again.
Shu Yao's eyes were cold and sharp. In a flash, she transformed into a streak of light and rushed forward.
The sword light slashed into the water, and the momentum of the sword slowed down. By the time it reached Yan Shi, most of its sharpness had been obscured.
Yan Shi, wielding the Undead Halberd, met Shu Yao's sharp edge head-on.
In the instant their swords clashed, sparks flew. The sword light was blocked by the halberd's edge, and the two were almost touching.
As the wind brushed against her hair, Shuyao could see the nonchalant smile in Yanlan's eyes.
"The Kunlun Sword is nothing special," she heard Yanlan say.
Yanlan was provoking her.
Shu Yao raised her sword intent again, and the sword momentum suddenly changed. The sword intent rained down like a deluge.
The surrounding space was torn into several cracks, with light crisscrossing and thousands of swords falling simultaneously.
Yanlan turned to the side, holding the Undead Halberd horizontally in his hand, and the tide rushed in the direction of the halberd's tip.
Countless phantoms emerged from the river, clinging to the sword shadows and using their bodies to block the attack.
Then, the tide turned into a giant wave, rushing straight towards Shuyao.
Shu Yao drew her sword to block.
As the sword collided with the waves, the main street of Baiyujing collapsed completely.
Both of them took a step back.
Shu Yao looked at Yan Lan with a cold gaze.
Yan Lan didn't pay any attention; the River of the Dead continued to flow slowly along the main street.
She gripped the halberd, landed lightly, and bent down to pick up the rabbit mask that had fallen to the ground and shattered into four pieces.
"Sect Leader, if the fighting continues, the Floating Island of Baiyujing will crack." Yan Shi looked into the distance.
First there was an explosion on the main street, and then this huge commotion. Even though Bai Yujing is still in the city, all the big shots who could come have rushed to the vicinity.
Shu Yao took a deep breath, then put the Kunlun Sword on her back.
“Indeed,” she said, regaining her composure after calming down. “Today has truly been an eye-opening experience.”
"I never thought I'd see the River of the Dead while I'm still alive," Shu Yao said with a forced smile.
Strength is the passport to the underworld.
Even though humans don't welcome the dead, Yanlan's strength is undeniable. She can openly summon the River of the Dead in the human capital city, and Shuyao can't do anything about it.
Yan Shi also put away the Undead Halberd: "I have truly witnessed the hospitality of your Baiyujing."
Shu Yao said, "It's Kunlun's fault." Then she took out a storage ring from her pocket and tossed it to Yan Shi.
"An apology gift for Ms. Yanlan." Shuyao approached at the same time, took out a gift list from her pocket, and handed it to Yanshi. "It's a small token of Kunlun's appreciation."
This gift list looks familiar.
Yan Shi took it and glanced at it.
The first line says five million spirit stones.
Her 50 million was recovered.
Yan Shi stuffed the storage ring and gift list into his pocket with a clear conscience: "By the way, my sister can't come, so I'm passing on a message for her."
Shuyao: ?
Yan Shi blinked: "Regarding this farce at the Lantern Festival in Baiyujing, she wants to ask the branch of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs where the person in charge is?"
Shu Yao laughed in exasperation.
Why is the main street like this during the Lantern Festival? Doesn't Yanlan in front of me have any idea?!
Yanlan seemed to see through her thoughts, and innocently spread her hands: "I really was just passing by."
“The fire was started by the people of Baiyujing themselves.” As she spoke, she pointed to the students in white robes not far away.
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