Imprisoned Messenger
For several days, Qian Luo stayed in the hotel obediently, waiting for the mysterious man to knock her unconscious.
She didn't know what happened to the people outside, but she vaguely heard the sound of explosions above the hotel.
Someone is fighting.
Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot make such a commotion, only Core Formation cultivators can. So how many Core Formation cultivators are there in the five districts?
It seemed that everything pointed to Jiang Baiwei who died in the fire.
Qian Luo no longer had the energy to think, because the mysterious man arrived quickly and she fell limply onto the bed.
There was a tiny fluctuation in the air, then it disappeared.
"Everything will be over when she wakes up again."
"But, Your Excellency, she is very ordinary."
"Bang——" the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The other party supported himself and struggled to get up, his eyes puzzled: "Your Excellency..."
"You haven't handled the affairs of District 5 properly, yet you still contradict me?"
“…”
"Send her to District 4."
"yes."
The red-robed messenger carried the girl and disappeared into the night. The girl's face was buried in the red robe, barely visible.
——
Qianluo didn't know what happened after she fell asleep.
Two red-robed messengers arrived at District Five to investigate the District Chief's death. "The body is indeed Jiang Baiwei, and the cause of death was the Glazed Pure Fire riot. But why are there so many charred bodies under the Glazed Pure Fire?"
"Even spirit stones can turn to ashes, so why can the bodies of monks be preserved?"
Was this riot man-made or accidental?
With these questions in mind, they were about to head to the Upper Three Districts, the headquarters of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. No one knew the exact location except them.
With their Nascent Soul cultivation, they ignored the barriers between districts and counties and moved instantly. Logically, they should have reached the upper three districts within an hour, but they had already flown for two hours and had not yet reached the upper three districts.
The two red-robed messengers looked at each other and said, "A maze."
"A trap." Were they ambushed?
In District Nine, few dared to attack the Red Robe Envoy. A brilliant blue light flashed in the two men's eyes, as if they were scanning their surroundings.
The area within a radius of ten miles was deserted with only a familiar yet unfamiliar spiritual sense. They should have realized that all this was a conspiracy to lure them into the game.
With a "bang", the mountain was split in half.
"Come out, Jiang Baiwei."
The fact that two charred corpses were left behind by the Glazed Pure Fire showed that everything was Jiang Baiwei's conspiracy. However, they did not understand why Jiang Baiwei did this. As Yuanying cultivators, they were not afraid of the conspiracy of Jindan cultivators.
Without that person's help, the gap between Nascent Soul and Core Formation would never be bridged.
The red-robed messenger's eyes gleamed with a silver-blue light, as cold as a robot. They retracted their mechanical swords, which shone with a cold luster, and their expressions were calm.
"As expected of you, Master Envoy. Ever since you found out I faked my own death and escaped, you haven't even shown the slightest bit of surprise on your face. If you weren't still breathing, I would have thought you had become true robots."
A charming, fair face emerged from behind the clouds. It was none other than District Five Chief Jiang Baiwei. Unfazed by the discovery of her faked death and escape, she beamed, "You two are both at the early stages of the Nascent Soul stage. Let Baiwei teach you something."
"Please!" With a command, the pink rose petals flew away with the wind. The wind carried bursts of rich floral fragrance and the petals blown by the wind formed a beautiful scenery, but beauty is poisonous and dangerous.
The extremely destructive rose tornado blew across the hoods of the red-robed messengers. In just a moment, the red robes on their bodies shattered and were torn into pieces, which floated to the ground along with the petals.
And they also revealed their true appearance, wearing silver-white military uniforms, with long arms and legs, broad shoulders and narrow waists, which was a rare good figure. Logically speaking, a woman like Jiang Baiwei should not care too much about the appearance of the monks.
However, when they revealed their original appearance, Jiang Baiwei stared at them closely, not because of their good figures, but because their figures were like those of human models. This sentence was not a compliment, but a literal meaning, just describing the reality.
Too exaggerated proportions, too handsome face, too powerful cultivation and too young age.
Jiang Baiwei's life in the middle three districts was much better than those born in the lower three districts, but she could not imagine how the upper three districts cultivated these gifted people and how they could become Nascent Soul cultivators so easily in just a few hundred years.
“Crack!”
The fierce tornado brushed past the silver-white military uniforms of the red-robed envoys. With a cracking sound, the medals on their bodies were hit violently, and tiny cracks appeared.
"It's a pity that you don't have the wind spiritual root." The red-robed messenger didn't care about the torn clothes on his body. He opened his thin lips slightly, with a calm expression, without a trace of worry or concern.
He simply lifted his robe casually and pointed casually. A dazzling blue light burst out from his slender fingertips, defeating the tornado created by Jiang Baiwei.
The red-robed messengers who have become the reason for the modification do not need to use special spiritual treasures or special skills. They themselves are indestructible and unstoppable weapons. Their bodies are strong and more durable than the best spiritual treasures.
Jiang Baiwei dodged to the side, a determined glint flashing in her eyes: "It's certainly not a wind spiritual root, but we have the Glazed Pure Fire that you all want!"
"Boom——"!
A raging fire ignited around the red-robed messenger, and the flames shot up into the sky. This was the pure glazed fire, which was more dazzling than any flame encountered before, like a glazed lamp that would never go out.
Through the white flames, they could see the woman's eyes gleaming with ambition. The red-robed emissary, who had undergone inhuman training since childhood, couldn't understand why a Jindan cultivator would insist on confronting them, when death was a clear outcome. Was she trying to buy time? For whom?
Her family? Jiang Feiyao? What could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator do?
Having lived in spirit cabins since childhood, they don't understand human emotions. They see humans as alien and machines as their own kind, so they don't understand human ambition, desire, greed... These complex emotions are so vibrant, so naked, and yet so moving...
They don’t seem to understand...
But it doesn't matter, everything will end.
He stretched out his long arms, his silver-blue military jacket fluttering gently, a dazzling radiance. Blue light served as his bow and arrow, silver as the string. His eyes darkened, and with a flick of his finger, the light from his fingertips surged. A ball of light like a meteor shot out, streaking across the dark sky, carrying with it a chilling aura of murderous intent!
An arrow piercing the heart was the idea of the red-robed messenger.
Because he believed that the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator was much faster than that of a Core Forming cultivator, and his spells and spiritual power were equally powerful. In their eyes, Jiang Baiwei, who had reached the Core Forming stage, was nothing more than a childish girl.
Although they may be younger than Jiang Baiwei.
It was in the next second that their calmness finally faded and a hint of shock appeared in their eyes.
Because Jiang Baiwei held the arrow that had been shot.
The white light became smaller and smaller in Jiang Baiwei's hand, and finally shrank into a weak ball of light in her hand, which was gradually swallowed by the glazed pure fire.
The red-robed envoy frowned, as if to confirm: "You, are also a Nascent Soul."
"Yes, I am a Nascent Soul."
Jiang Baiwei was, of course, a Nascent Soul. She wouldn't fight a battle unprepared. Everyone has secrets, and hers was her cultivation. According to the rules of the Tianyan Continent, if a district chief was promoted, they should promptly report to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. A district chief could then go to the Alliance, where they would be assigned other tasks. District Five was about to welcome a new district chief, but Jiang Baiwei had used some unknown magic to conceal the images of the tribulation brought on by the Nascent Soul advancement, while also concealing her own cultivation level.
The Nascent Soul Tribulation is much more powerful than the Core Formation Tribulation. Moreover, the headquarters of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance has the most sophisticated instruments and the most advanced sensors. If a cultivator can really avoid such devices, it means that she has other secrets.
Thinking of this, the red-robed envoy's eyes showed a bit more fear. He took out the communicator and wanted to communicate with the headquarters of the Xiuxian Alliance, but found that there was no signal here at all.
How is this possible? In District Nine, only the Immortal Cultivation Alliance has absolute control. They possess all electricity, all spiritual energy, all authority, and are supreme over all.
"We're not in the real world."
His younger brother beside him raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky which was gradually turning purple. The moon became more and more purple, and the sky was covered with darkness. Only the purple moon above his head was in the sky, shining brilliantly, which was truly magnificent and mysterious.
A woman sighed in my ears: "The world in the furnace."
As everyone knows, Jiang Baiwei is an alchemist, and her natal magic weapon is her alchemy furnace - the Rose Jade Cauldron. It is small and exquisite, with complex rose patterns on it. Others think that she loves roses, but in fact, under the roses is an extremely complex magic array.
And she has waited too long for this day.
Jiang Baiwei waved her hand, and countless white and purple flames flew out from her hand, looking like a sea of twinkling stars in the night sky.
Flames fell on the sides of the two red-robed messengers, illuminating the formation beneath them. Pillars of light lit up, and chains sprang up, wrapping from their ankles to their waists, chests, and heads, locking them securely.
And they could feel that their spiritual power was disappearing bit by bit, and even their cultivation... was disappearing bit by bit.
"What is this!" The handsome young man was no longer as shocked as before. The two brothers fell into the female cultivator's den together, and the high and mighty Yuanying Zhenjun was also a prisoner at this time.
"This is quite a sight. Your bodies are now at my disposal."
These words were spoken softly and tenderly, as if a female cultivator was teasing a male cultivator, but the premise was that one ignored the murderous intent in Jiang Baiwei's eyes.
The two messengers, who had undergone rigorous training since childhood, had to struggle at this moment, but how could they break free so easily from the formation set up by those with the same Nascent Soul cultivation level?
Moreover, this chain is very strange. The more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. The more you struggle, the faster it absorbs spiritual power. Not only does it absorb spiritual power, but it also consumes your cultivation.
They really couldn't imagine why Jiang Baiwei had gone to such great lengths to capture them. Was she attracted by their looks? This was impossible. Jiang Baiwei couldn't be so superficial.
The murderous intent in her eyes couldn't be deceived, but she did want to kill them, so why didn't she do it? Was it because she couldn't kill them, or was there another purpose?
Hiding one's cultivation, faking death to escape, luring the enemy...what is the purpose of all these things?
The young man lowered his noble head, frowning in thought, his mind racing. Jiang Baiwei, at such a young age, was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. She had no shortage of lifespan or cultivation, and didn't need to absorb their spiritual energy to improve herself. Jiang Baiwei was also the head of District Five. With her cultivation, she could advance even further if she so desired. There was absolutely no need to offend the two red-robed envoys for other matters.
If there was anything that Jiang Baiwei was unhappy about in her life, it would definitely be her most beloved niece Jiang Feiyao.
Jiang Feiyao, a foundation-building cultivator who also faked his death.
Why wasn't she there?
Is it true that the rioting Glazed Pure Fire burned down the palace?
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