Chapter 58 He is just a household puppet bought for twenty spirit stones...
On the second floor of a modest waterfront restaurant across from Tianzun Pavilion, two men sat at separate tables.
One of them was dressed in green, holding a green short flute, and playing it slowly against his lips. The sound was disharmonic but continuous.
The man in white squinted his eyes, paying attention to the movements on the water in the distance.
Suddenly, there was a loud "whoosh" sound, and a huge object broke out of the water. Then countless black things flew out from the object, surrounding and engulfing the more than ten flying boats like a swarm of locusts.
The man in green was startled, and the piccolo fell from his lips and hands, hitting the table with a crisp sound like gold and jade colliding.
"Ah Feng!" he screamed, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Why is it different from what we agreed on?! What's going on?"
The Holy Son of Fengyue Sect picked up the piccolo slowly and smiled: "What's the difference?"
"You said you just wanted to find a few evil cultivators and capture a few outer disciples to pretend, what is that?!" He pointed out the window, his fingers shaking violently with anger.
"What is that?" The Holy Son glanced at it. "Those evil cultivators acted on their own initiative. How would I know?"
"Do you think I don't recognize the Black Whale Sect's giant ship?" Song Jinshu shouted. "Those evil cultivators must have come out in full force! Who sent them? Do you think I don't know?
"Why did you lie to me? What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Jinshu, calm down," the Holy Son tugged at his sleeve, forcing him to sit beside him. "It's because I'm afraid you'll do that that I don't dare tell you the truth. You're too naive, always overthinking things."
"You said that by capturing a few outer disciples, Fengyue Sect could accuse the Yunyu Sect's leader and elders of incompetence and their inability to protect their own disciples, and then use this opportunity to propose a merger with the Immortal Alliance, forcing Yunyu Sect and Wushan Sect to submit..."
The Holy Son of Fengyue Sect sneered, "How could such an easy thing happen? Let alone a few outer disciples, even if dozens or hundreds of inner disciples were killed, what would happen? This is still Yunyu Sect's own business."
"Do you know why I must act during the Wushan Festival? Because on that day, the Yunyu Sect's territory will be filled with visitors from all directions, especially the disciples of the famous and aristocratic families who have been invited to observe the ceremony. Only if something happens to them can we naturally punish the Yunyu Sect and take advantage of the situation to annex it."
Song Jinshu's eyes were red and he was stunned. He looked at the person he loved most in disbelief, as if he had just met him for the first time.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Jinshu?" The male cultivator's smile grew even brighter. "It's too late for you to regret now."
Song Jinshu suddenly slammed the table and slapped the male cultivator in the face, leaving a red palm print on his fair face.
"I've been abandoned by everyone for you, and even hurt my loved ones to help you succeed, yet you're trying to hurt me like this!" He pointed at the male cultivator's nose, his eyes bloodshot. "I... I want to go save people..."
The male cultivator covered his face, but still smiled. "I'm sure someone recognizes the sound of the Qishan Jade Bone Flute. Do you think you can still clear yourself? You only have one way left, and that is to go all the way with me."
Song Jinshu's writing was as white as gold paper, and he was sweating profusely as he fell onto the soft couch.
The Holy Son poured a glass of wine and handed it to his lips: "Be at ease and watch this wonderful show with me. After today, my position as the Sect Master will be secure."
Song Jinshu squeezed his wine glass tightly. "Now that you've found Xuanyi Sect as your backer, why do you insist on annexing Yunyu Sect?"
The Holy Son said, "Those furnaces and tripods are just extras. What's truly valuable is the Lianli Tree and the Gu Forest. If used properly, the Xuanyi Sect wouldn't even be worthy of carrying our shoes.
"Jinshu, I must walk my path to fame with you."
Before he could finish his words, the door of the box was kicked open with a bang.
A petite figure with a round face, pink clothes and two buns appeared in the flying light dust.
Song Jinshu screamed: "Open the mountain?!"
"Are you worthy of calling me by my name?" Xie Kaishan said, his hands on his hips. "You're still on the path to heaven. Today, I'm sending you two, two bastards, to hell!"
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Before the strange flute sounded, Elder Bai was sitting in the private room of Tianzun Pavilion drinking tea with his lost and found wife.
"Wushan Festival is a big day for your sect. You must be very busy, right? Actually, you don't have to accompany me." Xiao Wuxin touched the cup, not daring to look up at the male fox's eyes.
"It's okay. The sect master and other elders are there. It's more important to accompany my Taoist partner," Elder Bai curved his eyes tenderly. "Otherwise, if you're not careful, you'll end up a widower for dozens or even hundreds of years. Don't you agree, Wuxin?"
Xiao Wuxin: "..." Help, someone come and save me!
Perhaps the Heavenly Dao heard her inner voice, for the door suddenly opened from the outside, and a young man in blue clothes stormed in angrily: "Jiang Mingyi, I've been waiting for you for so long, and you're here drinking tea with this old man!"
Xiao Wuxin opened his mouth wide, and then closed it after a long while: "Mu... Mu Qing, why are you here? Didn't you go back to Yanshi Sect that day?"
Immortal Mu Qing's eyes and nose immediately turned red, and he gritted his teeth, "Of course you want me to leave, but I won't leave. I won't let you and that adulterer live happily ever after!"
Elder Bai was almost laughing with anger: "I am Wuxin's Taoist partner, whom I married formally. I didn't ask you, the adulterer, about the crime of seducing someone else's Taoist partner, but you are blaming me instead!"
"Everyone knows you, a shameless old man, are pretending to be a mortal to get married!"
Elder Bai smiled without saying anything, but just looked at his fellow Taoist meaningfully.
Xiao Wuxin felt as if his head was weighed down by a thousand pounds, pressing down so hard that he couldn't straighten his neck. He muttered, "When it comes to pretending to be a mortal to get married and being old, I'm actually no less capable..."
The young immortal stomped his feet in anger: "Jiang Mingyi! Can you please show some promise?"
He went up to her and pulled her arm: "Come with me! I'll treat what happened before as a mistake. As long as you break up with this old vixen, I'll let bygones be bygones!"
Elder Bai folded his arms and sneered, "Who are you to her? What qualifications do you have to say such things? She hasn't even told you her real name, has she?"
The young man felt a poke in his sore spot, his face flushed and he sneered: "Ha, what's the real name! Do you know which sect, which school, and which Yuanjun she is?"
Elder Bai's smile froze, and he immediately took his partner's other arm: "Wu Xin and I are in love, so these are not important."
Mu Qing immediately realized that she had turned the tables: "Ha! She even hid this from you, because she was afraid that you would block her door the next time she tried to escape!"
Xiao Wuxin: “…” Damn, this brat was right.
The two men each pulled one of her arms, and as they were pulling, a strange flute sound suddenly came to her ears.
"What's that sound?" the boy frowned.
"The Qishan Jade Bone Flute," Elder Bai's face darkened. "This is an ancient magical instrument passed down from generation to generation in Qishan. It is now passed down to the current patriarch, Ziyun Yuanjun, and is her life-long magical instrument."
Mu Qing rolled his eyes at him and said, "What are you showing off, old man? Do you think you know a lot?"
Elder Bai ignored him. "Two hundred years ago, I heard her play at Ziyun Yuanjun's succession ceremony. With the sound of her flute, she could find the gate of life and death in any formation under heaven. In a matter of seconds, she could enter an empty space... Not good..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the misty water outside the railing, and a black ship broke through the water, standing majestically on the water like a broken bank.
This ugly thing was notorious. Even though the three of them had never seen it in person, they had heard of it and recognized it as soon as it appeared.
The Black Whale Sect's giant ship is a force formed by the most filthy and shameless evil cultivators in the Three Realms and the remnants of the Demon Lord. It usually lurks underground and is said to have close ties with some righteous sects. It is a well-known cancer.
After emerging from the water, countless holes opened up on the hull, and a large group of black birds swarmed out like black smoke, quickly engulfing all the flower boats.
The situation was critical, and Elder Bai finally let go of his Taoist partner's arm, and was about to make a hand gesture and ride on a cloud to rescue his disciple.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Wuxin held his hand down halfway through the pinch and said, "Don't worry about that. We can split into three groups and evacuate the frightened people in the city."
"But the disciples are still on the flower boat!" Elder Bai looked at his Taoist partner who seemed to be insane in shock.
"Someone will come to rescue."
“Who’s going?”
Among those evil demons, there are many masters who are equivalent to the God Transformation Realm or above. This time they are obviously well prepared and have come out in full force. Who can fight against so many evil cultivators alone?
"My junior brother..."
"But he alone..."
Mu Qing sneered: "Do you know who her junior apprentice brother is?"
Xiao Wuxin touched his nose and said, "I am actually a disciple of Taiyan Sect, and my Taoist name is Mingxin..."
"You are Mingxin Yuanjun of Taiyan Sect?" Elder Bai suspected that he was still dreaming, "So your junior brother is..."
His fox eyes suddenly opened wider than a cat's.
Xiao Wuxin patted the back of his hand: "Yes, that's right, it's the person you are thinking of. So let's just go and evacuate the people."
As he was speaking, a red shadow outside the window gently passed over the water, as if a cluster of flames was burning in the water.
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Su Xiaoyuan didn't know how other people would react when faced with a major crisis. Her mind was blank, and she felt dazed and numb, not really scared.
Why did a large black ship appear at the Wushan Festival, and why did so many evil cultivators fly out of the ship?
This is all so unreal.
When she finally came to her senses, several evil cultivators were already walking towards them with a sinister grin on their faces.
She unconsciously stepped back and moved to Xiahou Che's side.
The evil cultivator in the lead warned, "These two items are top-notch goods. The client paid a huge price for them. Be careful not to damage them."
Su Xiaoyuan glanced at Xiahou Che and saw that he was pale and his eyes were stiff, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. Beads of sweat the size of beans were running down his forehead.
"Sword, Senior Brother Xiahou, draw your sword!" Su Xiaoyuan reminded him.
Xiahou Che gripped the hilt of the sword, but his hands kept shaking. Although his spiritual roots were damaged, he could still sense his opponent's cultivation level because of his excellent innate talent.
"These people are all above the level of Divine Transformation. Our resistance is like an egg against a rock..."
"This Mr. Rabbit has quite a good eye." said one person.
"What kind of god is he pretending to be?"
"I heard it was Sword Master!"
"A thing that serves people is trying to imitate people using swords!"
"Don't underestimate him! He's the legitimate son of the Xiahou family!"
"Oh, so it's that good-for-nothing from the Xiahou family. Since he can't be a sword cultivator, he's here to sell himself?"
The evil cultivators laughed so hard that they fell over.
Someone stepped forward and touched Xia Houche's face: "You're right, this pretty boy's face is smoother and more tender than a woman's. He must have some skills!"
Xiahou Che clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, veins on his forehead were visible, and his eyeballs were bloodshot from the exertion.
He wished he could tear all the people in front of him into pieces and chop them into powder, but he was a useless person with his spiritual roots completely destroyed, and he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.
He dropped his hands limply.
At this moment, a small, soft hand grasped the hilt of the sword he had let go of.
With a clang, the girl drew out his sword, clenched it tightly with both hands, and blocked in front of him. Facing a group of ferocious evil cultivators, she was trembling with fear, but she still shouted with all her might, "Watch your mouths!"
The evil cultivators laughed even more happily: "This little girl is more courageous than this rabbit husband!"
"It's useless, Xiaoyuan..." Xiahou Che lowered his head and pulled the corners of his mouth.
The moment the girl pulled out his sword, his self-esteem was completely shattered.
At this moment, Su Xiaoyuan caught a glimpse of a red figure walking on the water. The red clothes fluttered in the wind, like a flaming lotus blooming in the water.
She quickly recognized from the outline of the figure that it was her puppet.
The root of her nose felt sore and her vision became blurry.
He is just a household puppet bought for twenty spirit stones!
He didn't even have a weapon, and he just came here stupidly to deliver it.
Those evil cultivators wanted to capture her and Senior Brother Xiahou, but they would not kill them or touch them for the time being because they had to "deliver the goods."
But what about the puppet? What would these beasts do to him?
Su Xiaoyuan didn't even dare to think about it.
She was afraid that those evil cultivators would discover him, so she didn't dare to make a sound. She could only wink at him and mouth words, but the puppet was stupid and couldn't understand.
Finally, an evil cultivator discovered him.
"Hey, here comes another one. This one can't be the real thing, right?"
"That thing doesn't seem to be a human. It has no heartbeat." Those with high cultivation have already discovered the clues.
"Fuck, it's a puppet!"
"Fu Tingyun--" Su Xiaoyuan shouted at him with all her might.
Fu Tingyun stepped on the waves and quickly flew towards the flower boat swaying in the center of the water.
He clearly saw the girl standing at the bow, holding the sword tightly, blocking in front of Xiahou.
She must have been terrified, her whole body was shaking and tears were streaming down her face.
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
He should have shown up earlier, or been with her from the beginning.
I shouldn't have such bad intentions and make her feel scared just to hear her cry for help.
But when he heard her calling out his name in a tearful voice, joy flowed through his body like an electric current, bringing with it waves of comfortable shivers.
The blood in the body was boiling and clamoring with joy.
Want to kill, kill for her.
"Fu Tingyun——" the girl shouted again, "Run!"
Fu Tingyun was stunned, and even hung on the water surface, motionless for a moment.
Seeing the puppet in a daze, Su Xiaoyuan became even more anxious: "You can't beat them, leave me alone, run! Are you stupid?"
Then she saw the puppet smile.
It was the first time she saw him smile, and it wasn't mechanical at all. He smiled like a living person.
This smile seemed to make the rosy clouds in the sky and the lotus in the water pale in comparison.
The puppet man leaped lightly from the water, stepped over the side of the boat, and landed beside her.
"You can't run away." He covered her sword-holding hand and said in a calm tone, as if he was just stating the simplest fact.
I'm afraid I can't escape in this lifetime.
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