Chapter 123 The Ninth Person of the Three Mountains
In the Queshan Void Realm, Long Zhu asked Lei Xiao, "What do you mean by the road to immortality being blocked?"
"Literally," Lei Xiao pulled out the branch and idly shook off the sand on it. "You should know the Immortal Gate, right? It's the door through which mortal souls enter the Nine Mountains. In some myths, some people like to call it the Ghost Gate or something like that."
Long Zhu thought about it, his expression eager to try. "Do you think I can return to Jiushan through the Immortal Gate?"
Lei Xiao shook his head: "Only souls on their way to reincarnation can pass through that door, or those who have been sealed as immortals by the Nine-Point Generals of Heaven."
Long Zhu murmured, "How did Jiu travel between Jiushan and the human world that day?"
Lei Xiao said before that gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder can all freely travel between the Nine Mountains and the human world, except for Earth Xiao. So what about Sky Xiao?
"Tian Xiao's method of going back is the same as yours, but I don't know about this. I am just a small clone illusion and cannot detect such secrets..." Lei Xiao stammered, with a somewhat aggrieved expression.
He quickly pulled himself together. "But I know that he usually returns to the Nine Mountains after successfully appointing a general to become an immortal in the human world. But he failed on the ninth attempt, so he has been wandering around in the human world."
"The ninth time," Long Zhu muttered. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She blinked in confusion, straightened up slightly, and asked, "Since becoming an immortal means becoming a Xiao, and there are nine Xiaos in the Nine Mountains, then he has already sealed eight of them. So... is the ninth the last one?"
Lei Xiao nodded: "Yes, Jiushan and Jiuxiao complement each other and cannot do without each other."
"Where are the eight people who were previously sealed as immortals by Tianjiu?"
Lei Xiao thought for a moment and said, "They are each on top of the nine mountains, being 'nurtured' by their respective guardian ghosts."
"Pregnancy?"
"Yes, they haven't truly become Xiao yet. They're more like a seed, a bit like what humans call 'seclusion.' At this time, they are very vulnerable, and the mountain ghosts will protect them. By the way, in your absence, the mountain is ownerless, and the seeds are being guarded by the wood ghosts in Mangshan."
Long Zhu said, "Oh," and said, "That can't be helped."
After leaving Jiushan, she seemed to have lost contact with everything she had before. At first, she might still remember looking for Tianjiu, but after wandering in the human world for hundreds of years, she gradually became lost, with the only thought in her mind being to go somewhere.
She naturally interpreted this thought as going home, and then she met the Taoist priest and got the answer that "only by dying can you go home."
She thought about what Lei Xiao said and frowned slightly again.
"I still find it strange. You said becoming an immortal doesn't mean becoming an immortal in this 'world', but in a new 'world'. What's the difference between the two?" She looked at the hole in the ground poked by the branch and pondered, "If there is a so-called new world, then... what will happen to the old world?"
Lei Xiao's gesture froze in mid-air, gravel dripping gently from the branches. He was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know."
Long Zhu watched him quietly, as if trying to see beyond the avatar illusion before him into the Nine Mountains: "The old world, our current world... will it disappear, be destroyed, or return to nothingness?"
Lei Xiao flinched, looking away nervously and shaking his head slightly: "I really don't know what will happen, but I have a vague feeling."
He slowly raised his head and looked at Long Zhu again: "After the ninth person successfully becomes an immortal, the seed will germinate and the new Nine Xiao will be born. They will be the founders of the new world."
"And our destiny is forever linked to the old world."
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In a private club in Hecheng, a father and daughter were surrounded and protected by several black-clad bodyguards as they walked slowly along the goose-down carpeted corridor.
Under the dim light, a waiter in a neat suit nervously opened the handle of the solid wood door. A soft, old-fashioned retro pop song floated out. The middle-aged man sitting inside stood up suddenly, walked forward with a smile on his face, and made an inviting gesture.
The young lady turned to her father and smiled, her tone defiant and contemptuous: "You wait outside."
If the employees of Sanxi Company were here, they would recognize at a glance the father of this young lady, Zhao Xin, the company's president and CEO.
Faced with his daughter's arrogance and rudeness, Zhao Xin did not show any blame or anger on his face. Instead, he took the order and retreated in fear like the waiter serving wine next to him.
Zhao Mingjue then turned back to the middle-aged man in the room, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyes, and slowly extended his hand: "Mr. Chen, how are you?"
"You're welcome. Just call me Xiao Chen," said Chen Deyin, the boss of Huiyao Group, bowing humbly and returning the hand with great honor. "Actually, if there's anything you need me to do, just let them know."
Bodyguards in black stood at the four corners of the room, like a row of lifeless wooden stakes. No one was puzzled or surprised by Chen Deyin's attitude of treating a girl in her twenties as an elder.
Zhao Mingjue sneered, glanced around, and finally sat down on the soft chair next to him.
Chen Deyin rubbed his hands together, his expression somewhat trying to take credit: "These are all songs you like, haha."
"Yeah, that's thoughtful." Zhao Mingjue closed his eyes, as if taking a short rest.
Chen Deyin quickly and attentively turned down the volume of the song and personally handed over a cocktail from the waiter.
"Meng Chengyin is dead."
Zhao Mingjue closed his eyes and uttered a word lazily.
The song on the tape recorder continued, diluting the shock and silence brought by these words.
"I think Zhu Meng must have heard about what he did for me before," Zhao Mingjue said, raising one eyelid and leaning back in his chair, picking at his red-painted nails out of boredom. His tone remained nonchalant, "You should also have people pay more attention over there so they don't get targeted by the Abnormal Control Bureau."
A trace of cold sweat dripped down Chen Deyin's forehead: "Okay, I'll tell them to be careful."
After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, the procedures and paperwork for those places are all in compliance with the law, and there are no problems with normal operations."
"Hehehe, I'm afraid you haven't experienced the methods of the Abnormal Management Bureau. They are not like the auditors who usually check you. Your tricks will not escape their eyes." Zhao Mingjue laughed, his expression calm.
"I didn't openly kill anyone or commit any arson. Can they still arrest an ordinary person like me?" Chen Deyin forced a few laughs, but in fact there was a hint of euphemistic questioning in his words.
Zhao Mingjue propped up his head, his other hand twirling his long hair. "Of course, the Abnormal Control Bureau won't deal with ordinary people, but you... have been helping me gather supporters and procure the necessary venues since fifteen years ago."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Those hospitals under Huiyao's name can actually produce so many evil spirits every year for me to cultivate. I know all too well how difficult it is to transform into a ghost. You should know how much of this is fueled by you, right?"
Chen Deyin stumbled, "You misunderstood. I was just collecting naturally occurring ghosts as you said. Because the resentment of evil spirits is stronger, I collected a few more hospitals and cemeteries. It's only because there are more of them that I collected more. I would never dare to do anything so immoral."
Zhao Mingjue pulled the corner of his mouth, but didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "I won't say anything else. Find a quiet place for me. I need to eat more. It's almost time..."
Chen Deyin quickly agreed, with a kind of madness flashing in his eyes.
He knelt on one knee devoutly, his neck stretched out in excitement. "Master, I will definitely get this done. When your merits are complete, will you take me with you to ascend to immortality?"
Zhao Mingjue looked down at him for a long moment, then suddenly laughed, "I remember Mr. Chen didn't believe in ghosts and gods before. When your son disappeared, your wife hired a Taoist priest to look for him, and didn't Mr. Chen get furious?"
"I have to put on an act outside," Chen Deyin replied fearfully. "Besides, Master, you calculated for me that my son's fate wasn't fatal. I absolutely believe you."
He bowed his head respectfully again. "Thanks to you, I've had everything in this half of my life: money, power, family... Ever since you told me the other side of the world, I've felt that what I have now is too superficial. We only live once, and I want to stand at the highest point and take a look. Even if it's just for a moment, I'll be satisfied."
Zhao Mingjue leaned over and patted him gently on the cheek: "I promise you."
After leaving the private club, she and Zhao Xin got into a black extended nanny car.
Zhao Xin remained silent in front of her. He raised his hand to pull down the soundproof door and looked at her: "What are you going to do next?"
Zhao Mingjue was a little tired. He closed his eyes and said, "Go to the place arranged by the Chen family to take shelter temporarily. Don't let the Abnormal Control Bureau and Zhu Meng come to harass us."
"Isn't it too risky?" Zhao Xin frowned and hesitated, "Tian Jiu is not someone we can mess with."
"Haha, don't worry. Meng Bujiu is guarding the Immortal Gate. If they fight, I'll have an opportunity. Besides, Tianjiu has to thank me for helping him. What's the point of collecting tens of thousands of soul fragments if we only guard reincarnated souls? Don't those living people have them too?" Zhao Mingjue's tone was confident of victory, but suddenly, a hint of unwillingness appeared on his face: "I was just a little bit short... Unfortunately, only the person chosen by Tianjiu can open that door."
Her voice was proud: "If that's the case, then I'm going to grab the opportunity."
Zhao Xin seemed to have something to say after hearing her words. After hesitating for a moment, he stammered, "You... after this is done, can my daughter's body... be restored?"
Zhao Mingjue suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. Zhao Xin was stabbed by the sharp gaze. He looked away in panic and lowered his head.
"Of course, but I thought you would want me to bring her and your family with me into the Immortal Gate," Zhao Mingjue looked at him tenderly, "just like Chen Deyin expected."
Zhao Xin didn't dare look at her, but explained honestly, "I know Ajue's temper. She doesn't have any thoughts on this. Her mother and I both hope that she can stay with us, eat well, drink well, go shopping, and spend money. That's enough. Our family has money anyway, and we're already living a very good life. Becoming an immortal... I don't dare to force it."
Zhao Mingjue, or Zhao Fu, suddenly leaned over, tears glistening in her eyes. She touched Zhao Xin's hair with emotion and said meaningfully, "I wish you were my father."
Zhao Xin was horrified. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the woman sigh, "Or, it would be great if you were really my son."
Before her sadness began to unfold, she jokingly said, "After seeing so many people like Chen Deyin, I sometimes find people like you who are boring to watch a little interesting."
"I treat you as my own mother." Zhao Xin hesitated for a long time before speaking with trepidation, "My biological father and aunt were also taken care of by you in their early years."
Zhao Fu curled his lips and looked out the window for a moment: "Hand over the affairs of Sanxi Company. The Zhao family bloodline is completely cut off, and the judges also have their own thoughts. The Three Death Gates will not go far."
"yes."
"By the way, I think they've almost found the last piece of Tianjiu's soul. The last time I heard from the future report, it was in Shu City."
"Yes, the Qingcheng Temple in Shu City. And it's not just soul fragments, it's reincarnation."
"Reincarnation?!" Zhao Fu straightened up, and after a moment, he revealed a look of understanding: "Qingcheng Temple... Wang Suqing... Hahahaha! She really can hide anything!"
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