Chapter 42 Chapter 42 As long as it is his choice
"What do you mean?" Ye Tianjiao came forward and asked curiously, "Why do you want to eat shit?"
Hearing this, everyone looked over. Pei Zichen couldn't help but say, "Ye Tianjiao, if you don't understand, you don't have to answer."
"you……"
When Ye Tianjiao thought about what this kid was doing, he couldn't help but want to threaten him.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Zichen indifferently. He was instantly discouraged and turned his head away and said, "Humph."
"This vengeful demon is stronger than Zhuang Yan."
Jiang Zhaoxue was brief and to the point, leaving Qian Sisi bewildered: "What Zhuang Yan?"
Jiang Zhaoxue said little, simply explaining, "Since there's such a powerful evil spirit in the palace, it must be related to Song Wuya's fate-changing plan. There are only two ways to ensure Song Wuya's safe return to his ancestors. First, I can set up the formation directly at the altar, but I need someone to contain the evil spirit while Song Wuya returns to his ancestors."
"How to restrain it?" Qian Sisi asked directly.
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the Eastern Imperial Palace. "The resentful demon can't appear without reason. It must have a reason, just like Zhuang Yan came from those babies under the city bridge. This time, the resentful demon is in the palace. And this resentful demon is almost cultivating into a human form. The source of its power must already have a body. When the altar comes to ask the ancestors, I need to go straight to the dragon's lair and force it to have no time to care about Song Wuya. But doing so is too risky. This resentful demon requires at least the cultivation level of the Spiritual Transformation Stage to suppress it. Going directly to its lair, everyone here except me will die. But I can't go. I have to help Song Wuya gamble with the fate of the heavens."
"Then this option is equivalent to no option." Ye Tianjiao understood, "What about the second option?"
"The second method..."
Although Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't see, she subconsciously glanced at Pei Zichen and asked tentatively, "That... I'm going to find Shen Yuqing."
Hearing this, Ye Tianjiao was startled and said quickly: "No."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned: "Why?"
Ye Tianjiao spoke vaguely, just glanced at Pei Zichen, and was unable to speak.
Pei Zichen was calm, holding the sword at his waist, as if everything had nothing to do with him. He said: "If you go to find Master, with Master's ability, it will be difficult for you to leave again."
"That's the truth."
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it. It would not be easy to escape from Shen Yuqing. She hesitated for a moment and said carefully, "I thought that after I go there, I will lie to him and pretend to cooperate with him, saying that I will kill Zichen later. After joining forces with him, we will first go into the palace to kill this evil spirit, and then find a chance to escape. In fact, Zichen and I have a life servant contract. Zichen can summon me anywhere. So as long as I can stabilize Shen Yuqing and prevent him from placing any special restrictions, after the task is completed, Zichen can summon me alone..."
"It's too risky." Pei Zichen lowered his eyes and said calmly, "If I can summon the Queen at any time, then the Queen can also summon me at any time. Why not follow the first plan? I will contain the resentful demon. If I fail, the Queen will immediately call me back and leave."
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it, deliberated for a moment, and nodded, "Okay. Then I'll make two preparations. If you succeed in containing him, Song Wuya's altar inquiry will most likely succeed. If you fail, then I can just rescue Song Wuya."
It is not easy to help Song Wuya gain the recognition of the ancestors, but it is relatively easy to rescue people from the fire.
Everyone settled their attention. Ye Wenzhi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up to express his gratitude. Seeing him thank her again and again for Song Wuya, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Don't you people in Daxia believe in fate the most? The Tianji Academy says that the prince has the fate of a true dragon. Why are you so determined to protect Song Wuya?"
"Didn't those fortune tellers say I could only live to twenty-four?" Ye Wenzhi smiled, then said seriously, "I know everyone in this world has their own destiny, but I started school at the age of four and had to get up before dawn every day to study. If everything in this world depends on fate, why should we work hard? Fate exists, but I believe that man can conquer nature. What's more, Master Jiang also said that the Third Prince has a true dragon destiny and it was modified by someone. I believe in the Master."
Ye Wenzhi's words were appropriate.
Jiang Zhaoxue saluted with a smile.
After seeing Ye Wenzhi off, Jiang Zhaoxue began to give everyone instructions. Ye Tianjiao prepared talismans, Qian Sisi went to the altar to scout the area, and Pei Zichen went to the palace to investigate the situation.
When Pei Zichen was leaving, Jiang Zhaoxue called him: "Zichen, leave the Yuanluo bow to me so that I can contact you conveniently."
Pei Zichen did not doubt what he heard. He left the Yuanluo bow to Jiang Zhaoxue and went to the palace to inquire about the situation.
After everyone left, Jiang Zhaoxue placed the Yuanluo bow on the table and said while drinking tea, "Okay, now that everyone is gone, tell me the truth."
"Um?"
"Pei Zichen, are you planning to practice your skills?"
Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her head to drink tea. When Yuan Luogong heard her ask this, he immediately said, "That's right!"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and had an idea of what Pei Zichen had proposed.
If he began to practice the Nine Netherworld Realm techniques, he would have to avoid Shen Yuqing. This was also a good thing. If Shen Yuqing was there, there was no guarantee that she would not discover the Heavenly Secret Jade in his body, which would cause trouble.
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered and continued to ask: "Why did you make this decision?"
"Because he wants to become stronger!" Yuan Luogong said excitedly, "Shen Yuqing fought well and brilliantly. Master is indeed a master. His assists were beautiful!"
After hearing this reason, Jiang Zhaoxue felt relieved for some reason, but also felt a little melancholy.
But when she thought about how Pei Zichen could become stronger and get closer to her goal, she nodded and said, "As long as it's his choice, it's a good thing."
"That's not the case."
Yuan Luogong was extremely happy. Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and said, "I will pretend I don't know about this matter. You should teach him how to practice."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly remembered that the Yuanluo Bow was only the prototype of the Nine Nether Realm martial arts, and he might not be clear about the specific usage of the Nine Nether Realm martial arts.
She thought for a moment, then raised her hand to take a piece of paper and cut it into the shape of a human. She quickly cut it into a human shape in her hand and said to Yuan Luogong, "Pour your power into this paper."
When Yuan Luogong heard this, he tried it and the piece of paper instantly turned into a human-shaped black gas with a long sword in hand and green eyes.
Moreover, this ball of black gas is obviously much stronger than the power it gives.
"What's going on?" Yuan Luogong was shocked. Jiang Zhaoxue patiently explained, "Most of your power comes from humans, so once you have a humanoid body, you can instantly become several times stronger. You can teach Pei Zichen to prepare these humanoid paper bodies, inject your demonic energy into them, and then control them."
"What a brilliant idea!" Yuan Luogong became excited and asked hurriedly, "What's the name of this spell? Is it a spell used by you cultivators?"
"This is called Yinzhixian." Jiang Zhaoxue said in a calm tone, "It's a spell from the Nine Netherworld Realm. We cultivators draw our spiritual power from the plants and creatures of heaven and earth. We don't have this kind of effect."
"Ah... my power, in the future generations, is what you call the devil cultivator, right?" Yuan Luogong said with some pride.
Jiang Zhaoxue nodded: "That's right."
"That's great," Yuan Luogong said excitedly, "Our demon cultivators are so strong! Our future is bright!"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and closed his eyes in pain.
Anan couldn't help but sigh: "What idiots are there around you? There's not a single normal person."
Jiang Zhaoxue taught Yuan Luogong some Nine Nether Realm spells. When Pei Zichen came back, it was already late at night. Jiang Zhaoxue was a little sleepy. She waited for Pei Zichen to come back before she smiled and said, "Are you back?"
Pei Zichen glanced at Jiang Zhaoxue and said respectfully, "Disciple is back late."
"I'll return the Yuanluo bow to you." Jiang Zhaoxue handed the Yuanluo bow to Pei Zichen, "Go and rest."
Pei Zichen waited for Jiang Zhaoxue to return to bed, lowered the bed curtains and turned off the lights for her before going back.
When he returned to the house, he placed the Yuanluo bow on the table, went into the house to change his clothes and asked, "Is everything okay today, my lady?"
"Great! Very good!" Yuan Luogong suppressed the urge to learn a new spell and said excitedly, "Did you plan how to contain that vengeful demon on the day of the altar? You were afraid that your master and mistress would find out you lied and refused to let her use the most reliable plan. You're going to have to fill this hole."
Pei Zichen listened, changed his clothes, and came out. He sat down at the desk and looked at Yuan Luo's shrunken spirit sitting cross-legged on the table. He said proudly, "Don't regret your decision. Follow me. I guarantee you can defeat your master and win his wife."
"Don't talk nonsense." Pei Zichen said coldly, "Master's wife's reputation is not to be slandered. I just want to help her escape from suffering."
"Okay, okay," Yuan Luo said indifferently, "Any reason, have you made up your mind?"
Pei Zichen remained silent for a long time before he finally asked, "How do you use your power?"
Hearing this, Yuan Luo seemed to have expected this and laughed out loud. He then stood up, took out a stack of human-shaped paper that he had prepared, handed it to Pei Zichen, and said with a smile, "Do you know what this is?"
Pei Zichen's heart trembled when he saw the human-shaped paper.
At this time, he had read about the most common spell of the Nine Netherworld Demon Cultivators in books in the past and had been warned countless times about it. He knew that if he encountered it, he must kill it, which was the Yin Zhixian.
He looked at the paper in front of him, and Yuan Luo urged, "Send the power I gave you into it, and you will see a surprise."
Pei Zichen said nothing. He stared at the human-shaped paper and realized clearly that as long as he took the first step, there would be no turning back.
But how could he turn back? From the moment he fell from the cliff, from the moment he decided to survive, from the moment he lied and wanted to take her away, without absolute power, how could he protect everything he wanted?
He lowered his eyes and forced himself to stretch out his hand. The moment he grasped the paper that Yuan Luo handed to him, the paper quickly became the size of a palm. He poured his spiritual power into the paper. In an instant, black air roared out and coiled around the entire room. The papers were blown up by the strong wind and scattered around the room. Pei Zichen lowered his eyes and felt the papers falling to the ground one by one and turning into human shapes. It was as if each person had a perception in his mind, and he could easily control them. At the same time, countless repressed, crazy, violent, and excited emotions collided with his heart.
He silently felt these overly intense emotions, and his whole body remained calm as before.
Surrounded by the black air, all the Yin Paper Immortals knelt on the ground and shouted, "Greetings, Master!"
"How does it feel? Is it refreshing?"
Yuan Luo was quite happy when he saw the Yin Paper Fairies all over the ground.
Pei Zichen's expression remained unchanged as he looked up at the spring flowers outside the window.
The wind gently caressed him as he quietly looked at the peach blossoms on the branch and said, "Don't let her know. She doesn't like it."
"Understood," Yuan Luo bowed and said seriously, "You are my master. Everything depends on you. Come, master!"
Yuan Luo raised his head, his eyes shining as he said, "I will teach you to fully refine my power."
While Pei Zichen was thoroughly refining his power in the room, on the other side, Shen Yuqing closed his eyes and meditated with an expressionless face.
Across from him sat a strikingly handsome young man, dressed in the black and gold uniform of a crowned prince. Atop his head sat a golden crown, though it was a little loose. He looked like a soft, boneless snake, his forehead propped up as he gazed at Shen Yuqing. He tapped the table lightly and said slowly, "I've heard that you're a True Immortal Master, with immense magical powers, so I've come to visit you in person. Master, feel free to ask for anything you want. As the current crown prince, there's nothing I can't do."
"The fight for the crown prince in the human realm has nothing to do with me."
Shen Yuqing spoke indifferently, and the young man chuckled, "If it's unrelated, then what were you trying to do by hanging out with my brother? I've sent someone to investigate." The young man leaned forward slightly, "You're looking for your wife. The most beautiful woman at the auction on the night of the Taotie Gala was your wife, right?"
Hearing this, Shen Yuqing slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Song Wulan, you still dare to say that?"
Song Wu Lan laughed when he heard what he said. "Madam, you went to such great lengths that day to get close to Song Wuya, right? Song Wuya has something you two want, so you've been trying to get in touch with him. A while ago, Tianlao Bi'an suddenly fell asleep for two hours, which has never happened before. Did Madam go to find the Third Imperial Brother?"
"What do you want to say?" Shen Yuqing roughly understood what Song Wulan meant.
Song Wu Lan smiled. "After that day, Song Wu Ya submitted a petition requesting to go to the altar to ask questions about the ancestors. I heard that the honorable lady was the master, so I guess they reached some agreement. The honorable lady must be present that day. However, ordinary people cannot enter the altar casually. If Master Chen Xian wants to go to the altar, he needs a place. This is the list of people who were initially drawn up that day." Song Wu Lan pushed a disc over. "It's a small gift from me."
Shen Yuqing listened without changing his expression.
Song Wu Lan thought about it and continued, "Actually, I don't quite understand. Your Madam is a destiny master in the True Immortal Realm. Wouldn't it harm her cultivation if she arbitrarily interfered with the cause and effect of the human realm? I am a True Dragon, but she chose to side with a flood dragon. You should know how great a sin it is to go against the will of heaven. Why did she do this? Could it be... to take her man away from the Taotie Festival? I heard that he is your disciple?"
Shen Yuqing heard this and looked up coldly.
Song Wulan smiled and said, "Did I guess wrong?"
"On the day of the altar offering sacrifices to the ancestors, you must bring this amulet with you."
Shen Yuqing raised her hand and a piece of talisman paper floated towards Song Wulan: "If you meet her, the talisman paper will light up. On that day, I will be in the palace, guarding the palace. If you see her, hold her back and wait for me to come."
"Oh?" Song Wulan took the talisman paper and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you go to the altar?"
"Song Wuya is a dragon. If she wants him to succeed at the altar, she doesn't necessarily need to be present. But she must obtain dragon energy from the palace to help Song Wuya confuse the audience. The chances of waiting for her in the palace are greater than at the altar."
"I see."
Song Wulan nodded.
"Also," Shen Yuqing looked up at him, "Although I don't know why my wife is avoiding me, it's definitely not for an outsider. If the prince continues to talk nonsense, I will lose my luck and kill a mortal. It's not impossible."
Hearing this, Song Wulan paused, then chuckled: "I am being presumptuous."
As he spoke, Song Wulan raised his hand and saluted: "Two days later, I will go to the altar to ask the ancestors and wait for the immortal master."
Shen Yuqing ignored him and closed his eyes to dismiss him. Song Wulan smiled and left. When he left, Mu Jinyue, who had been staying behind the screen, poked her head out and asked doubtfully, "Master, are you really going to intervene in this matter? I'm afraid Master's Wife won't like it."
"A fortune teller's interference with destiny will harm one's lifespan. If I don't intervene and let her do whatever she wants, how can she know the seriousness of the matter?" Shen Yuqing said coldly, "The most urgent thing is to find them. She definitely didn't believe Pei Zichen's words and thought I was lying to her. She believed me just now. After we met, she came back."
Hearing this, Mu Jinyue was speechless for a moment. She wanted to say something but didn't know how to open her mouth.
This was the reason Shen Yuqing came up with after thinking about it all night, and she couldn't say too much.
After hesitating for a long time, she sighed: "Master's wife will definitely come back."
On the other side, Song Wu Lan lazily returned to the palace in a sedan chair. As soon as he entered the East Palace, he saw a woman in dark purple clothes and a golden hairpin sitting in the hall, anxiously waiting for his return.
Seeing him step into the house, the woman hurried forward and asked anxiously, "How is it? Did Shen Yuqing agree to help us?"
"Why is my mother in such a hurry?" Song Wu Lan walked into the hall with a smile, gently waving his folding fan, and said with a half-smile, "I have the fate of a true dragon, and he is an immortal, so of course he must follow the will of heaven..."
"Song Wulan!"
Before she could finish her words, the queen slapped Song Wu Lan in the face. Song Wu Lan looked back at her coldly, and the queen suddenly felt a little scared.
However, she soon realized that this was her son. She immediately became excited and grabbed Song Wulan by the collar, angrily saying, "You must remember what I have done for you! Song Wulan, you wicked thing, remember our identities and don't mess around!"
Song Wu Lan listened and looked down coldly at the woman who gave birth to him. There was no warmth in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead fly or mouse, which made the queen get scared little by little.
The queen's hands trembled slightly. Song Wulan sneered, pushed the queen away with his fan, and walked into the inner hall, cursing softly: "Idiot."
A bunch of idiots.
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The author has something to say: The prince’s original name was too plain, so it was changed to Song Wu Lan.
I have sorted out the plot over the past two days, and will increase the density of the plot later.
【Small Theater】
Pei Zichen: "Don't tell her I learned Yin Zhixian."
Yuan Luo: "Don't worry, she taught me this."
When Jiang Zhaoxue was young——
"Who the hell invented this Yin Paper Fairy thing? I can't kill them all and it's so annoying!!"
Jiang Zhaoxue later——
"I'm the idiot?!"
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