However, although the outlines of the branches and leaves around could be clearly seen, the face of the black shadow could not be clearly seen at all. It seemed as if there was a faint black mist and evil wind swirling around the thing.
The Wind Master's Wind Fan was a supreme magical weapon, capable of dispersing the demonic fog and bringing peace to the world. Xie Lian, having learned the formula from Master Qingxuan, silently chanted in his mind and unfurled the fan. A fierce gust of wind suddenly rose from the plain, shaking the leaves in all directions and even uprooting several saplings. The force was truly formidable. Unfortunately, the wind blew a little sideways, missing its target.
Magical weapons aren't easy to wield. After all, he wasn't the Wind Master's fan's owner, so naturally, he couldn't wield it with the same fluency as Shi Qingxuan. The angle and force were difficult to control, either too strong or too weak, either sideways or backward. Realizing this, Xie Lian decisively gave up and changed his strategy. With a snap, he retracted the fan and used it as a striking weapon, attacking his opponent's vital points. With a swish, he enveloped the edge of the fan in a layer of spiritual light, transforming the paper fan into a bone-slicing steel knife, slicing through the wind with a whirring sound and flashing with cold light. Shi Qingxuan, perhaps guessing what was going on, devastated, "Your Highness, are you mistaken? My weapon is a magical one, and you're using it as a weapon! What a waste of talent!!!"
This was a common problem among martial gods. Xie Lian found time in his busy schedule to calmly say, "Almost, almost!"
Hua Cheng's tone became more serious: "Brother!"
Xie Lian knew what he was trying to urge him to do. He quickly scanned his surroundings as he fought. There were picturesque mountains and clear waters, pavilions and towers, but there was nothing special about it, making it impossible to tell where he was. The White-Talking Immortal sensed his movements, perhaps guessing his intention, and suddenly said, "You are not Shi Qingxuan."
Xie Lian's movements didn't falter, his mind racing. "Normally, it wouldn't have thought of the Soul Transfer Technique so quickly. Why did it immediately realize I wasn't Shi Qingxuan? Oh, whatever. Let's keep fighting!"
He beat people without any mercy. The White-Talking Immortal seemed to be unable to withstand it and shouted, "Get down immediately!"
As expected, it immediately began to prophesy poison to Xie Lian. Xie Lian, however, seemed not to hear and beat him even harder. The White-Talking Immortal said again, "You will be defeated!"
Xie Lian laughed and said, "I was defeated over eight hundred years ago. What's the big deal if I lose a few more times? How much worse can I lose? Give up! Nothing you say to me will help."
Hua Cheng said, "Brother, if you can't tell where you are, just use the Wind Master to create a hurricane and blow it up into the sky. I'll be able to tell you where you are!"
As luck would have it, Xie Lian had also thought of this idea and said, "Great!" Just as he was about to take action, the White Talk Immortal suddenly laughed eerily and said, "Is someone coming?"
Xie Lian inexplicably became alert. As expected, the creature whispered, “Don’t worry. You’ll watch the man who comes looking for you die before your eyes!”
Hearing this, Xie Lian suddenly stopped laughing. His heart suddenly sank, and even his breathing froze.
The next moment, he actually cursed out loud: "Shut up!"
In a split second, the White Talk Immortal took over fifty powerful kicks, each one landing on his head. He was mute, yet he sighed deeply. It was a sigh of satisfaction, as if he had ingested some divine delicacy, and he let out a cold laugh. Without realizing it, Xie Lian had let him absorb what he desired from him.
However, Xie Lian didn't have the heart to secretly cry out in dismay. It was simply because those words had truly struck him like a pounding blow. Even though he knew Hua Cheng couldn't possibly "die before him" as that thing had said, and that, to be more precise, Hua Cheng had already died, he still couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. He couldn't even bear to hear such words.
Although the people in the spiritual communication array didn't notice his abnormality, Hua Cheng seemed to have a telepathic connection and became alert: "Brother? Is he saying something to you?"
Xie Lian said, “It’s talking nonsense… No! It didn’t say anything.”
Hua Cheng understood immediately and cursed, "He's looking for death! Tell me right now, I'll be there right now."
Xie Lian hurriedly said, “No, don’t come over yet. Absolutely don’t come over!”
Hua Chengdao: "Tell me!"
Shi Qingxuan said, "Excuse me for interrupting you. I'm saying you really did secretly exchange spiritual commands, didn't you, Your Highness? You're mistaken, you're mistaken!"
Only then did Xie Lian realize that, ever since he had used the Soul Transfer Technique, every word Hua Cheng had spoken had been a private communication with him. However, due to the intense fighting and his slightly distracted mind, he hadn't noticed this and responded directly within the communication array. Now, their secret communication was completely exposed. But he couldn't care less about the embarrassment at the moment. Xie Lian said, "It's okay. Give me half an incense stick and I can handle this thing!" He then blocked his ears again and attacked more fiercely, concentrating all his attention on dealing with the White-Talking Immortal. Unbeknownst to him, back in Bogu Town, Hua Cheng, having heard his words, raised his hand and struck Ming Yi with a palm, sending Ming Yi reeling three feet into the ground. He then said to Shi Qingxuan, who was in Xie Lian's shell, "Switch it back."
Shi Qingxuan had originally planned to switch back immediately, but upon seeing this, he hurriedly said, "Xueyu Tanhua, what are you doing?! I'm switching now. Your Highness is helping me, so hitting me is understandable, but why hit Brother Ming?" Then he remembered that this was Xie Lian's body, so Huacheng certainly wouldn't hit him. If he had to hit someone, it would only be Mingyi. Over there, Xie Lian was in the thick of the fight when he suddenly heard Shi Qingxuan shout from within the spiritual communication array, "Your Highness, please plug your ears and run away. I want to switch back!"
Xie Lian asked, “Master Fengshi, can you do this?”
Shi Qingxuan said, "I can't fight it, but I can still run away!"
Xie Lian then kicked the White Talk Immortal several feet away, turned around and ran for his life, saying, "Wait, there's no need to run! Let me set up a protective formation for you! Master Fengshi, do you have any magical tools on you to protect yourself? If not, a precious treasure will do!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Qingxuan hurriedly said, "Treasure? Yes, yes, there is. Feel my neck and see if there's a longevity lock. Is that okay?"
Xie Lian touched it and saw that Shi Qingxuan was indeed wearing a heavy golden locket of longevity. The golden light was brilliant and gorgeous. He said happily, "Yes. This is a rare treasure. Wonderful!"
Shi Qingxuan said, "Really? And there's more: the jade belt around my waist, the agate ring on my finger, the beads on my boots, the sandalwood handle of my whisk is bigger than you. Oh, and I heard the whisk's hair is also very rare. I don't know what spiritual beast it came from..." He listed seven or eight things in a row and said, "In short, Your Highness, take a look at everything I have and see if you can use it."
“…”
Yes, they are all rare treasures!
Xie Lian was inwardly astonished, truly worthy of being the God of Wealth, truly worthy of being the Water Master's younger brother. He said, "It works. I'll find you a room here and set up a formation. After you change into it, cover your ears and don't look outside. Stay inside and wait for us!"
Shi Qingxuan was almost in tears: "Your Highness, you are so reliable! Thank you! From today on, you are my second best friend. If anything good happens in the future, this Master Feng will never forget you!"
Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and politely said, "Thank you!"
As he spoke, the White-Talking Immortal was left far behind. Xie Lian spotted a pavilion, rushed in, and with a wave of his hand, all the doors and windows automatically closed tightly. He first bolted the door and fastened the golden lock, bit his finger and drew a talisman, then arranged the treasures one by one, forming a blood array, compressing the series of actions into the shortest possible time. Finally, he sat down in the center of the room, closed his eyes, and said, "One, two, three. Soul Transfer Technique—Return to Place!"
It was as if he had been flung high and dropped to the ground again. After a moment of spinning, Xie Lian felt his feet touch the ground again. His body was slightly unstable, and he seemed to be about to fall to the side. Just as he was about to fall, a pair of hands held him firmly. When he opened his eyes, he heard Hua Cheng's voice from above, saying in a deep voice: "Brother, I think you'd better explain yourself."
Xie Lian grabbed his arm and stood up straight. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that someone was missing. He asked, "Where is Master Geomancer?"
Hua Cheng said: "I don't know."
Xie Lian was stunned: “I don’t know?” He looked over and saw a human-shaped pit on the ground. Ming Yi was slowly climbing out of that pit.
He was speechless for a moment before Shi Qingxuan's voice rang out from within the spiritual communication array: "Huh?"
Xie Lian’s heart tightened, and he asked, “Is it coming?”
With so many treasures on Shi Qingxuan's person, he had made the room's defenses impenetrable. The Baihua Zhenxian shouldn't be able to break in. Even with his advanced cultivation, it would take considerable time. Shi Qingxuan said, "No, no, no. Your Highness, this formation is truly remarkable. It's as solid as Mount Tai, giving people a sense of security. I don't think anything can break in for three days and three nights. It's just... it's here."
Xie Lian asked curiously, "Where? Do you know this place?"
Shi Qingxuan said, "Of course I know him. This is the Qingjiu Terrace! The place where I ascended to heaven."
Xie Lian was startled, thinking, “A wine-drinking platform?”
Shi Qingxuan seemed to walk around the room again and reaffirmed, "Yes, I come back to this place every ten years or so. I can't be wrong."
No wonder the White-Talking Immortal immediately recognized that the person inside the shell wasn't the real Shi Qingxuan. If it were the real Shi Qingxuan, he'd have known it was the wine-drinking platform the moment he saw it, without even needing to look around to confirm.
After Mingyi climbed out of the pit, he squatted down and began to draw a formation on the ground. After a few strokes, he suddenly launched a palm strike, destroying the formation on the ground. Huacheng's eyes turned cold, and Xie Lian was also stunned and asked, "Master Geomancer, what are you doing?"
Mingyi stood up and said, "The shrinking technique won't work. We have to walk."
Xie Lian asked, “What do you mean it can’t be used?”
Ming Yi said, "Just now, someone destroyed all the connection points around the wine-drinking platform. No, they destroyed the entire area of the Shut the Earth Thousand Miles connection points."
Not long ago, Shi Qingxuan had clearly been brought to the Qingjiu Terrace by the Thousand Miles Shrinking Technique. Apparently, after Shi Qingxuan had taken refuge in that room, the Immortal Baihua had quickly reacted and made some moves, intending to hinder their progress. This was like trying to cross a mountain only to have the road destroyed by a landslide. Now, no one could hope to reach the Qingjiu Terrace using the Thousand Miles Shrinking Technique. Xie Lian asked, "If we set out now, how long will it take to arrive?"
Mingyi had already turned and set off, saying, "Half an hour!"
Xie Lian said from within the spirit communication array, "Master Wind Master, we're heading your way now. We'll be there within half an hour. Wait there for us to find you. If anything knocks at the door, absolutely do not open it."
Shi Qingxuan said, "Okay, okay, okay. Of course, I know that without you telling me. I'm not a three-year-old child. I won't open the door carelessly. So... everyone, please hurry up!"
Fortunately, Bogu Town and Qingjiu Terrace were not far apart, so the distance was still within an acceptable range. They definitely had time to make it there. The three of them set off immediately. On the way, Xie Lian casually practiced his Soul Transfer Technique and discovered that it truly burned through his mana. The powerful surge Hua Cheng had just given him had already been used up by most of it.
Hua Cheng noticed his movements and asked, "Brother, do you want more?"
Xie Lian quickly shook his head and said, “No thanks. Thank you so much, Sanlang, for your generosity.”
Hua Cheng said, "You're welcome. I told you, I'll give you as much as you want." After a pause, he half-jokingly said, "However, can I charge you some interest when you pay me back my mana?"
Xie Lian coughed lightly, thinking that whether he could pay it back was still a question. Of course, he still said with a stiff upper lip, "Yeah... okay."
The original timeframe was half an hour, but since all three of them were extraordinary beings and the situation was extremely urgent, they naturally arrived even faster. Arriving at the wine-drinking platform, Xie Lian looked and saw that it was indeed the same place he had been. He felt a sense of embarrassment as he saw trees and weeds blown down by his reckless use of the Wind Master's fan. Ming Yi asked, "Your Highness, which room did you set up the protective array in? Do you still remember?"
Xie Lian, of course, remembered and was searching intently. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he pointed, “That’s the little building.”
The three of them walked towards the small building. The closer they got, the more reassured they felt, as if they were about to see the dawn of hope. However, when they turned around to take a look, Xie Lian's pupils suddenly tightened.
The door to the small building was actually open. The two doors creaked back and forth in the cold night wind.
The author has something to say:
●For Baihua Zhenxian, prophecy = lies, because the things they predict have not happened at the time, and they are not necessarily accurate.
●Also, some students can't forget, such as who is the inflatable Taoist priest, who is the fetal spirit daddy, are they gone just like that? 4 or 4 the author forgot, then don't worry, I haven't forgotten, the holes will be filled. But because it is not a unit drama format, each unit tells an independent story, and all the causes and consequences of the mystery are explained at once, so there is a sequence for deciphering, don't worry, it will all be solved. Love you all.
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