Chapter 60
There was a reason why Sheng Ningyu said that.
If these demonic cultivators heard this, they might think that the Ghost Canglou Master had some dissatisfaction with their Venerable One. If a few hot-tempered ones were to come, they might start a fight on the spot.
Furthermore, according to Sheng Ningyu's deduction, Senior Brother Fei Fou has probably already informed Yu Yanruchao of the situation. Right now, the other party is probably rubbing his hands together in the building, just waiting for her to come to him so he can teach her a lesson.
Sheng Ningyu couldn't help but shiver.
She was fearless, but there were things in this world far more terrifying than heaven and earth.
For example, when the eldest brother's sword sheath fell onto his back.
Sheng Ningyu looked at Xie Qianjing with deep sorrow, but then changed the subject: "But if you find that I am about to die, please be sure to save my life."
Xie Qianjing smiled.
“Sure,” he said. “Coincidentally, I also have some things I want to verify.”
For some reason, Sheng Ningyu breathed a sigh of relief and extended her hand to Xie Qianjing: "Then, see you outside Gui Cang Tower."
Xie Qianjing looked at her quietly for a while, then smiled and placed his hand in her palm.
Their palms met, their little fingers hooked together, and they intertwined.
It's a deal.
It was so practiced that it seemed as if he had done it a thousand times.
Sheng Ningyu had almost gotten used to Xie Qianjing's behavior. Anyway, she was about to get her spiritual bone back, and everything from the past would soon come to light.
Yao Youling and Jin Xianyao, who were behind, had no idea what had happened. They only saw that when the usually aloof Fellow Daoist Xie turned around, his figure suddenly turned into a red mist, and even Shang Shuang, who had just suppressed them, disappeared without a trace.
The force binding them suddenly loosened, and the two fell to the ground. Yao Youling was the first to react, trembling as she asked Sheng Ningyu, "Fellow Daoist Wang, just now... Senior Xie... was that demonic energy?!"
He spoke haltingly and incoherently.
But Sheng Ningyu understood perfectly.
She walked over to the two children who had fallen to the ground, bent down and patted them on the shoulders. Yao Youling and Jin Xianyao felt their spiritual energy, which had been exhausted and stagnant, suddenly become abundant, and even their bodies became more active.
They looked up and saw that the person in front of them had a mask covering their face, making it impossible to discern their expression. Yao Youling looked at Sheng Ningyu expectantly and even changed her way of addressing her: "Senior Sister Wang, please tell us."
"You'll find out soon enough what it is."
Medicine Spirit: "..."
That's the same as saying nothing at all.
"Now, it's my turn to ask you questions." Sheng Ningyu narrowed her eyes. "Xie Qianjing is gone. Now dare to tell the truth, right?"
Her gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, and three seconds later, she accurately grabbed Jin Xianyao's collar and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"It was your idea."
It's not a question, it's an affirmative statement.
Jin Xianyao was already feeling guilty, and Sheng Ningyu's bluntness made her voice even softer: "We...we were just a little curious..."
For some reason, Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu's aura at this moment was even more terrifying than when his sister was angry. It was a complete mental suppression, so much so that as long as Sheng Ningyu gave him a light glance, Jin Xianyao would be completely powerless, let alone have any thought of resisting.
It's impossible to conceive at all.
The two recounted their experience in general terms. It turned out that a puppet barrier had appeared that day, so the academy elders led them to remove it. It was originally a small matter, but Jin Xianyao suddenly became playful and wanted to go to the mortal world to take a look. However, Yao Youling was very worried and insisted on coming with him.
Yao Youling scratched his head: "I didn't think much about it at the time. I just felt that if I didn't go with them, something bad would happen."
But to their surprise, the two got lost as they walked and eventually ended up near the ghost market.
Sheng Ningyu's expression remained unchanged as she quickly grasped the key point: "Which elder?"
At this moment, her aura was overwhelming, and Yao Youling was quite terrified in front of the former palace master, so she obediently shrank her neck and said, "It is Elder Song of the Nine Heavens Pavilion."
Nine Heavens Pavilion.
Sheng Ningyu sneered inwardly. She looked at Jin Xianyao and said, "Didn't Senior Brother Fei Fou tell you not to go out these days?"
Yao Youling was stunned by the "Senior Brother Fei Fou" she mentioned. It took her a long time to react before she asked in a trembling voice, "Senior Sister, are you talking about the former Palace Master?"
Sheng Ningyu glanced at him but remained silent.
Wait, when did Fellow Daoist Wang become so familiar with their Palace Master?! Have they even reached the point where they can address each other by their courtesy names in the mortal realm?!
Yao Youling stood there dumbfounded, and Jin Xianyao was equally blank-minded.
All these absurd speculations vanished in Sheng Ningyu's calm gaze.
Jin Xianyao shuddered and quickly explained what had happened: "I don't know what came over me, I just inexplicably wanted to go out... and as I was walking, I got lost."
He knew it sounded absurd, as if he had been bewitched.
Jin Xianyao secretly glanced up to peek at the expression of the person in front of her, only to see that the masked person seemed to find it boring and looked away.
"Getting lost in the ghost market is absolutely ridiculous."
Sheng Ningyu scoffed, stood up, and walked down the long stairs without looking back. She said lazily, "If your words were to spread, those who have entered the Ghost Market but have not found their way would probably be crying their eyes out."
What does this mean?
Jin Xianyao was completely stunned. He stared blankly at Yao Youling beside him, and his brain, which had been dormant for a long time, finally started working again.
Seeing that Sheng Ningyu's figure was about to disappear around the corner, the two of them did not hesitate any longer. They picked up the simple masks on the table, put them on their faces, and ran forward, panting as they reached Sheng Ningyu's side.
Sheng Ningyu caught a glimpse of the two figures out of the corner of her eye and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Not too stupid.
"Shhh."
Like a drop of water falling into the sea, or a spiritual sword falling like a flower.
He was far more powerful than when Chu Le competed with the disciple of Qingniao Yiyehua that day!
Sheng Ningyu turned her head slightly and saw that the two had finally quieted down, but their expressions were still somewhat unconvinced. She casually said, "I won't say anything. Think about it carefully."
Yao Youling was stunned by Sheng Ningyu's move, but Jin Xianyao suddenly looked up, his handsome young face twisting into a strange expression in an instant.
It was a look that seemed to be both crying and laughing.
Such an expression shouldn't appear on Jin Xianyao, this simple and straightforward young master.
Sheng Ningyu found it strange. Taking advantage of the fact that there weren't too many people around, she deliberately removed the restraint from his mouth.
This time, however, the usually arrogant Jin Xianyao remained silent, only shaking his head in a somber mood.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Jin Xianyao came back to her senses and forced a smile. "It's just... I just remembered some vague old things."
He clasped his hands together, a sense of unease creeping over him: "It's strange, I feel like someone else has said this to me before?"
Jin Xianyao.
If Sheng Ningyu remembered correctly, he was once the adopted child of the Lord of the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City and his wife Yan Wurong.
Children in the cultivation world grow up extremely slowly. Sheng Ningyu didn't quite remember whether she had seen him before, but clearly the "old stories" Jin Xianyao mentioned didn't seem to be her experiences in the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City.
And what about before that?
It seemed like a series of random moves, but it gave the impression that a vast net was pulling everyone in. Sheng Ningyu pondered, but spoke quickly: "Follow me, and don't wander off."
As they talked, they arrived at the front of the Ghost Cang Tower.
The surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog, with specks of light flickering intermittently within it, like ghostly eyes watching all who entered, making the place where the black banners fluttered all the more terrifying.
Sheng Ningyu glanced around casually, but couldn't spot the dark figure.
That's really strange.
Sheng Ningyu was quite surprised. She took a few more steps forward, and her gaze fell on the world-famous signboard.
[Sheng Ningyu and the crane are not allowed to enter!]
The sheer force of the writing and the richness of the brushstrokes are enough to reveal the indignation the person felt at the time.
Sheng Ningyu paused, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Fortunately, she wasn't the only one; a group of cultivators had already gathered around the plaque. Even without an invitation, many cultivators wanted to come and see its splendor.
"This must be the item that topped the list of grudges and feuds in the cultivation world."
"Shh, talking so loudly next to Gui Cang Tower, are you out of your mind?!"
"Quick, quick, use the photo stone to take a picture of me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivator darted to the side of the plaque, his face full of excitement, a stark contrast to the words on the plaque.
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
She took a few steps forward, but found no one following behind her. When she turned around, she saw her two young disciples looking on with longing.
Sheng Ningyu's lips twitched involuntarily.
"You want them too?"
Yao Youling snapped out of her daze, her eyes filled with longing: "Is it possible?"
Sheng Ningyu paused for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth upwards: "Of course." She took the recording stone that Jin Xianyao quickly took out from his Star River Pouch and tossed it up and down in her hand.
"It's fate that we're all together. It's rare for the three of us to be together, so let's take a picture together."
Yao Youling's intuition, which had never failed him, screamed that something was wrong, but he was too late. Sheng Ningyu pulled the two of them to her side without any room for doubt, casually handed the recording stone to one of them, and happily left this image in the recording stone.
The monk seemed to be quite old, but seeing that the three of them appeared to be rather young and were taking a group photo under the plaque, he guessed that this was also their first time here and that they did not have an invitation to the auction.
Seeing that the three seemed to want to go further, the old cultivator quickly spoke up: "Young friend, you'll need an invitation to go any further!"
Yao Youling was stunned: "An invitation? What invitation?"
Jin Xianyao didn't know either, and subconsciously looked at the person next to her.
Sheng Ningyu paused, then nodded to the cultivator: "Thank you for the reminder."
Yao Youling couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister, do you have an invitation?"
Sheng Ningyu hesitated for a moment, then replied ambiguously, "I guess so."
Yao Youling immediately felt relieved.
For some reason, although Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu was sometimes a bit unreliable, Yao Youling always felt a strange sense of security whenever she was by her side.
It was as if no matter what he did, Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu would protect him.
However, to onlookers, the conversation took on a completely different meaning.
Seeing that Sheng Ningyu remained unrepentant, someone immediately mocked, "Another one who won't turn back until she hits a brick wall."
The thin, long-faced cultivator had just been thrown out by the guards of Gui Cang Lou, and was feeling humiliated and resentful when Sheng Ningyu and her two companions happened to run into his line of fire.
Ha, he fears the strength of others, so how could he not teach these three young cultivators a lesson?
The thin-faced monk stepped forward, clearly intending to see the joke through to the end.
"Some cultivators, once they have a little bit of cultivation, become arrogant and ignorant of their own limitations."
All the words the thin-faced monk could say stuck in his throat.
Not only that, she reached out and pulled the other two disciples into it as well!
This is the ghostly mist outside the Ghostly Cang Tower!!!
In the past, there have been cultivators who, relying on their cultivation level, looked down on this mere fog barrier and tried to force their way in. However, their fate was to instantly turn into a cloud of blood mist, their flesh and bones being devoured by the mist.
No remains of the body, not even the soul remains.
That's a cultivator at the fifth stage of the Jade Balance Realm!
The thin-faced cultivator's mind went blank for a moment. Not only him, but all the cultivators around him who witnessed this scene were utterly shocked.
A black boot landed on the ground with a soft sound.
However, with a voice, all the cultivators stopped talking, held their breath, and stood quietly with their heads bowed.
"Greetings, OP."
Yan Ruchao scanned the crowd but did not spot the figure.
As his violently pounding heart gradually calmed down, Yan Ruchao suddenly raised his hand, condensed ghostly energy into a sword, and shot it mercilessly into the air.
"Chu Jiye".
Yan Ruchao said calmly, "You actually dared to come."
"Since the Lord of Gui Cang Lou has invited me, how could I dare not come for a chat?"
The dark blue robes fell to the ground, but this time, besides the vast number of retainers and attendants, there was also a palanquin behind the head of the Chu family.
Chu Jiye glanced around at everyone in the room, which terrified the cultivators who were secretly observing him. They quickly lowered their heads, fearing that if they hesitated even for a second, they would be killed on the spot by this capricious Chu family patriarch.
However, this effeminate and enigmatic gaze transformed into boundless softness the moment it touched the palanquin.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Chu family patriarch, who always considered himself superior, reached out his hand, lowered his voice, and acted cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing some celestial being.
"Sister Mingyue, we've arrived."
Bright moon.
There may be many people in the world named "Bright Moon," but everyone knows that in the heart of the Chu family head, there can only be one Bright Moon.
Unlike the other cultivators whose eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and whose faces were filled with obvious excitement, Yan Ruchao had only one feeling in his heart.
But at this moment, Yan Ruchao realized that he couldn't do it.
He, who had been silenced by the former Sword Master of Guihai for his venomous words, was now unable to utter a single word or make a single movement.
He carried with him an unbearable expectation, a hope that contradicted his previous resolute statements.
Sheng Ningyu, Sheng Mingyue, Sheng Jiuzhong, the Mischievous Demon King, the Bright Moon Sword Master...
Junior sister.
Could it be you?
A strange emotion swirled in Yan Ruchao's heart as he watched a hand emerge from the incomparably luxurious golden phoenix sedan chair, followed by the face being revealed to the public.
She wore a blue and white dress, without makeup or hairpins, her expression indifferent, as aloof as the moon in the sky.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, gasps filled the air. Chu Jiye looked around, a feeling of unprecedented satisfaction and comfort welling up inside him.
In the past, she was the one who introduced him to everyone, and he stood there, anxiously welcoming those gazes that were either scrutinizing or examining him.
Every glance they gave seemed to convey a message.
He was always the one following behind her.
She is the bright moon in the sky, she is the Moon Sword Master of all living beings. She always moves too fast, so fast that even the shadow standing behind her has to desperately try to catch up.
Fortunately.
He finally got what he had been waiting for.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, among the masses.
Look at him, and her.
Overwhelmed with excitement and joy at finally achieving his goal, Chu Jiye's fingers twitched uncontrollably. However, this joy was suddenly shattered by a voice.
"Patriarch Chu."
In the cultivation world, who doesn't know that the Ghost Canglou Master and the Bright Moon Sword Venerable seem to have a grudge against each other?
You know, that sign is still standing at the entrance of Gui Cang Lou!
Chu Jiye suddenly came to his senses, smiled, and took the hand of the person next to him: "Master Yan."
Yan Ruchao glanced at him, sneered, and spoke in a contemptuous tone, with a hint of obvious sarcasm.
"To be so affectionate towards a fake object, truly worthy of the Chu family head's 'deep affection' over the past few years."
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Author's Note: Yan Ruchao: Ha, *&%&#@!
Finished writing today, going to sleep now! I'm about to be exposed, hahaha.
Yao Youling & Jin Xianyao (recalling their own words and actions): Save me! Save me!
24-hour red envelopes!
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