good-for-nothing son
"The date of death?" Wen Zheng murmured.
She scoffed at this idea; she wasn't selfless enough to sacrifice herself. "Death date" might have another meaning.
"What else did I say?" Wen Zheng wanted to get more answers.
Qingling Daoist pursed his lips and remained silent, glancing elsewhere.
Wen Zheng waited for a long time but there was no response from the other party, so she urged, "Speak."
Qingling Daoist stammered, "It's not that I don't want to say, it's that you told me back then not to interfere too much with you, because too much intervention would disrupt your rhythm."
For this reason, Wen Zheng even forced him to make a vow.
With the Immortal Sect Grand Competition imminent, her original identity has been exposed. Only by knowing her purpose can we better proceed with the next step.
Not wanting to be too passive, Wen Zheng thought for a moment and then explained the situation: "Will it be detrimental to me if Shan Fengyu reveals my identity?"
This is what she is most worried about.
"He said it?!" Qingling Daoist exclaimed in surprise. "You're in danger."
What do you mean?
"It's highly likely that Shan Fengyu will claim you faked your death to escape from Qian Sheng Palace and send people to capture you for further execution," Qingling Daoist explained.
Shan Fengyu used the pretext of Wen Zheng practicing evil arts to execute her in the punishment hall. Now that Wen Zheng has returned, although he doesn't understand why Shan Fengyu didn't immediately deal with her, her current situation isn't much better.
Walking on the edge of a knife doesn't feel good.
Wen Zheng pondered Qingling Daoist's words and discovered a point of doubt: "If he wants to kill me, why does he also want to take away my sword bone?"
Dan Wuxiu has a fire spirit root, which is completely incompatible with the wind spirit root sword bone, and may even be a hindrance. Why did he still want to dig out the spirit root? Dan Fengyu did not stop him.
"I don't know about that." Daoist Qingling spread his hands to indicate that he didn't understand, and then, as if he had thought of something, he said, "However, the Thousand Saints Palace often changes the spiritual roots and sword bones of its disciples."
He learned of this when he was trapped in the mirror as a spirit. The remains of the disciples who died because of the failure to change their spiritual roots and sword bones were thrown into the mass grave of the ancient battlefield.
After Qingling Daoist finished speaking, there was no more sound in the room. He glanced at Wen Zheng, whose expression was not pleasant.
"Are you alright?" Qingling Daoist asked.
Wen Zheng shook her head, her brows furrowed, and her tightly pursed lips turned slightly pale.
The words Qingling Daoist had just said sent chills down her spine.
Can a person really replace their innate spiritual roots and sword bones like replacing parts?
Wen Zheng didn't think the answer to this question was yes, but the letters she found at Li Ruyue's place gave her the answer.
Li Ruyue was once a fusion of spiritual root and sword bone. The mastermind behind the Changsheng Sect is Qian Sheng Palace, or rather, Shan Fengyu.
According to information obtained from the Changsheng Sect, when they did this, Shan Fengyu had not yet become the Palace Master, and the person they were cooperating with was the previous Palace Master of the Thousand Saints Palace.
Why was the previous Palace Master of Qian Sheng Palace so certain that the next Palace Master would not retire from his old ways and start anew?
With too many questions and doubts, Wen Zheng couldn't make sense of it at all. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and her expression became even more unpleasant.
"Why don't you go and rest for a while?" Qingling Daoist whispered. His disciple cared a lot about Wen Zheng, so he had to take extra care of her.
"No." Wen Zheng frowned and walked to the window. The scenery outside was pleasant, lush and green, full of life, completely different from the filth and grime of Qian Sheng Palace.
After gazing outside for a long time, Wen Zheng asked her final question: "What do you think is the purpose of Thousand Saints Palace capturing so many exceptionally talented disciples?"
No one could answer her question. The soul of Qingling Daoist appeared and disappeared in the air before finally entering the wooden bracelet.
A long sigh followed, and Wen Zheng put on the wooden bracelet, her expression somber, lost in thought.
On Baiku Peak.
As soon as Feng Gui returned, she saw Shan Fengyu standing outside the cave. Her face darkened, and she asked in a cold voice, "Does the Palace Master have something to say?"
The other party didn't give him a friendly look, and Shan Fengyu was the same. He coldly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the sword bone, and I'll let bygones be bygones for what happened before."
He didn't specify whose sword bone it was, but both of them knew. What Shan Fengyu wanted was the sword bone that belonged to Wen Zheng, which was to be extracted from Shan Wuxiu.
Judging from the residual spiritual energy on Shan Wuxiu's back wound, Shan Fengyu deduced that the person who injured him was Feng Gui, and he subconsciously believed that the sword bone must be in Feng Gui's hands.
Feng Gui spread her arms and said loudly, "I don't know what the Palace Master is talking about. If you want to find something, you can search for it yourself."
She was confident that the sword bone wasn't in her body.
Dan Fengyu also realized this and, not wanting to get entangled any further, turned and left.
He had just taken a step when Feng Gui's voice rang out behind him: "If you dare to cause trouble for Wen Zheng, I will immediately crush the sword bone and make your good-for-nothing son a good-for-nothing for life."
Dan Fengyu froze, turned his head to look at her with a ferocious expression, and the murderous intent in his eyes made Feng Gui freeze, and she subconsciously drew her weapon.
"You're going to kill me for your good-for-nothing son? Do you dare?"
With the long sword pointed at Shan Fengyu, Feng Gui's face turned completely cold, and she crushed a communication talisman behind her back.
Dan Fengyu gave him a cold glance, then turned and left.
Not long after he left, Yunhe arrived and, seeing Feng Gui with a knife in hand, asked, "Where's Shan Fengyu? Did you kill him?"
Feng Gui sheathed her knife and glared at him: "Do I look like someone who could kill him?"
Although Shan Fengyu was injured and his cultivation level declined because of Shan Wuxiu, his strength should not be underestimated.
If she used all her strength, Feng Gui wasn't sure she could kill him.
"They didn't do anything, did they?" Yunhe observed for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Feng Gui was safe and sound.
With the crisis over, the two strolled leisurely toward the cave. Yunhe couldn't help but ask Feng Gui what she had just said.
That could make Shan Fengyu so angry.
He could feel the sudden surge of killing intent that had just appeared in the cave.
"You're not going to point at Shan Fengyu and give him a good dressing down, are you?" Yunhe asked, continuing to speculate boldly after Feng Gui ignored him.
Listening to the increasingly outrageous remarks, Feng Gui finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Shut up."
Yunhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You actually told me to shut up? I rushed here to save you in such a hurry."
As he spoke, his voice trembled with aggrieved emotion, yet his expression remained calm.
Feng Gui glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and felt a chill run down her spine, as if the other person had been possessed.
"Alright, shut up." Feng Gui recounted her conversation with Shan Fengyu and concluded, "There's definitely something going on between Shan Fengyu and Shan Wuxiu."
When Shan Wuxiu was young, Shan Fengyu didn't like him. Shan Fengyu preferred children with good talent, like Wen Zheng. Later, after Wen Zheng started reading miscellaneous books and stopped cultivating, Shan Fengyu began to cultivate Shan Wuxiu.
It's not so much about nurturing as it is about unbridled indulgence, spoiling people to the point of being lawless.
The complaints about Shan Wuxiu from everyone in Qian Sheng Palace could go on for three days and three nights, but Shan Fengyu was completely blind to them.
After learning what had happened, Yunhe sighed, "There is definitely a problem. I'll go and keep an eye on the unedited orders."
"Let's check the ancient battlefield, the mass grave, and the shrine of immortality first." Feng Gui hadn't forgotten what Wen Zheng had mentioned. "Let's see if there are any special records in these two places."
Yunhe asked, puzzled, "Why are you looking into this?"
Feng Gui: "...Speak less, work more."
After leaving in a huff, Shan Fengyu went to the inner room of Guanghua Hall alone. As soon as he entered, he swept the teacups off the table, shattering them on the floor.
The black bird in the cage cried out in fright, muttering, "Are you crazy? You come back and disturb my peace and quiet."
The black bird had just closed its eyes and was woken up before it could fall asleep. It was in a bad mood and wanted to curse a few more times, but when it saw Shan Fengyu's murderous eyes, it was so frightened that it huddled close to the cage wall.
"Have you gone mad with your humanity?"
Blackbird timidly asked the question, then belatedly realized he should shut up and not dare to speak again.
Dan Fengyu kept a cold face and didn't look at him again. He picked up a piece of porcelain from the ground and held it in his hand. The hard porcelain piece turned into powder in his hand, and a lot of blood seeped from his palm.
"You bastard!"
Dan Fengyu muttered curses under his breath, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
He had wanted to kill Feng Gui for a long time. The other party was not weak, and he had also been injured. At most, the two sides would be evenly matched.
If he successfully possesses Shan Wuxiu, his abilities will return to their peak, at which point even ten Feng Guis would not be a match for him.
Unfortunately, Shan Wuxiu has lost his sword bone, so even if he were to possess another body, he would still be a useless person.
Thinking of the lost sword bone, Shan Fengyu was so angry he almost vomited blood.
Wen Zheng, it's Wen Zheng again. Every time he has a good time, it's Wen Zheng who ruins his plans.
This time, he absolutely will not let Wen Zheng off the hook.
Dan Fengyu's lowered eyes flashed with a crazed cold light. He opened the cage, took out the black bird, and threatened in a stern voice, "Do one thing as I say, or I'll kill you."
Blackbird wanted to retort, but the other party had already hidden it in their sleeve and taken it out. Afraid of being discovered, Blackbird shut its mouth.
Shan Fengyu brought the black bird to Shan Wuxiu's room where he was recuperating. Shan Wuxiu was fast asleep on the bed, having already scolded away the people who were supposed to take care of him.
Looking at the good-for-nothing sleeping soundly on the bed, Shan Fengyu's eyes were full of contempt. He slowly approached and took out the black bird, placing it on the wound.
Before he could give any orders, the black bird transformed into a wisp of smoke and seeped into Shan Wuxiu's wound. The wound, which had not yet healed, instantly merged together, as if it had been sewn up with needle and thread.
"Possess your body in his body, and during the Immortal Sect Competition, find a way to cripple Wen Zheng."
Dan Fengyu spoke softly, but his voice was chillingly cold.
"Don't worry, I'll steal the person you want to possess," the black bird said contentedly, occupying Shan Wuxiu's body.
"If you want to be besieged by righteous people, then go ahead and do it." After saying that, Shan Fengyu turned and left.
Blackbird snorted and shut up.
Lying on the bed, Shan Wuxiu was completely unaware of everything. After waking up, he found that his wounds had healed and said triumphantly, "I knew my father wouldn't give up on me. He must have found some rare and precious herbs to heal my wounds."
When these words got out, Qian Sheng Palace's dissatisfaction with him intensified.
Upon receiving the news, Wen Zheng frowned but didn't pay much attention to it. She prepared to go to Baiku Peak.
She had the sword bone in her hands for a few days. With the Immortal Sect Competition approaching, equipping her with the sword bone would allow her abilities to reach a new level.
During the Immortal Sect Competition, Shan Fengyu will definitely not let her go; she must find a way to survive.
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