Chapter 656 Surfaced
Soon after the plague broke out.
The square in the center of the imperial city, the Temple of Heaven.
On the altar, drops of blood dripped from Yun Qingqing's fingertips, winding on the ground to form talismans. Seventy-two Xuanmen disciples were arranged in nine palaces, and the formation patterns under their feet spread like a spider web. Every time a talisman line lit up, a disciple's face turned paler.
"Master, the spiritual power in the formation's core is insufficient!" Elder Tianshu shouted, a tiny crack appearing on the compass in his hand. "If you force it any further, I'm afraid even the earth veins will be damaged!"
Yun Qingqing pretended not to hear and placed her palm on the Dragon-Suppressing Stone in the center of the altar. The stone was covered with cracks and faintly exuded black air - that was a sign that the earth veins of the Imperial Capital were being eroded by the plague.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, then suddenly slashed her palm with a sword. Blood dripped down and soaked the array pattern.
Yun Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, and each word resounded through the sky:
"Using my blood as a guide and the pure light of heaven and earth—set up the formation!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up around her.
The faces of the Xuanmen disciples around the altar turned paler and paler, but no one stopped. They knew the risks of fighting against the great calamity of heaven, but they were even more impressed by the powerful aura and energy surrounding the young woman in the formation.
That is the master they are proud of!
The moment the array light shot up into the sky, blood oozed from the corners of Yun Qingqing's lips, but her posture did not waver at all, and the cold light in her eyes became even stronger.
Time passed minute by minute, and it took two hours to complete this formation.
The light of the array gradually dimmed.
Yun Qingqing staggered and held onto the dragon-suppressing stone on the altar. The black air on the stone had dissipated, but a strange scarlet color seeped out from the cracks in the stone.
The first drop of rain fell on the blue bricks of the Temple of Heaven, raising a wisp of black smoke.
"It's Qingling Rain! The formation is complete!"
The Xuanmen disciples in the square looked up at the sky and cheered.
One after another, the people noticed something was wrong, hesitantly opened the window frames, reached out to catch the warm rain, and expressions of surprise gradually appeared on their faces.
“This rain… is warm!”
"I, I seem to... seem to have a fever?"
"Look at the ground, what are those black gases..."
"Hiss...it seems like this rain is clearing away some evil spirit."
"...I knew it! No wonder this plague came so strangely. It's truly an evil spirit at work!"
"Then what is this rain..."
"Hey, hey! I'm not coughing anymore, and my throat isn't itchy at all! Everyone, come out and try it! This rain seems like a miracle from heaven!"
"Did you see that? The sore on my leg has scabbed over! This is a fucking miracle!"
"The heavens have opened their eyes!"
"Everyone, come out quickly! The heavens are showing their mercy and sending down divine rain! Our Imperial Capital is saved!"
"Oh God! My grandson's serious illness has been cured... My whole family's lifeblood... God bless you..."
"What Bodhisattva? Don't you know? It was the Pavilion Master of Tianming Pavilion who brought many Xuanmen disciples to the Temple of Heaven to pray for rain! True Man Qingyun is our true savior!"
"Master Qingyun? Isn't that..."
"Yes, it's the Regent Princess!"
Amidst the discussion, an old man who had just recovered grabbed a passing officer and said:
"Sir, is this true? Was this rain...invited by the princess?"
The officer had been busy for most of the day and although he was tired, he had a relaxed smile on his face:
"Old man, the princess did more than just pray for the divine rain! The life-saving medicines you drink all have recipes she wrote!"
"Also, look at those masters among the doctors. They were all invited by the princess from the Medical Valley!"
He spoke these words loudly, and the people nearby who heard it immediately spread the news.
"It's the Regent Princess! A miracle from the Princess!"
"As expected of our Daliang Tianfeng! Princess, please bless our Daliang!"
"Heavenly Phoenix bless my Daliang!"
Countless people opened their doors and took to the streets, cheering for surviving the disaster, which finally merged into a thunderous cry.
"Heavenly Phoenix bless my Daliang!"
…
In the center of the altar.
Yun Qingqing stared at the drop of rain in her palm.
The raindrops are clear, but deep inside there is a thread of blood flowing, twisting like a living thing.
She suddenly looked up, unsheathed the Dawn Sword, and soared into the sky, riding the sword straight into the sky.
Above the imperial capital, nine black auras burst out of the ground like poisonous pythons, going straight through the sky from the wasteland on the outskirts of the city!
"What a trick to change the situation..."
Yun Qingqing sneered, turned the sword and rushed in that direction.
"They used my formation to wash away the surface plague, but buried the 'plague seeds' deep within the dragon veins—what a show!"
…
The imperial palace.
A fierce wind, carrying a fishy smell, swept through the nine-story palace. In the center of the square in front of the main hall, a pitch-black stone statue stood over ten feet tall. It resembled a giant strange bird, crying to the sky, holding a huge tripod in its mouth. Bloody flames swirled within the tripod, casting a dense shadow.
Hundreds of fortune-stealing Buddha statues are suspended in the air, and they are the evil objects that are "given by eminent monks" to the homes of Duke Ming, Xu, Zhuang, and even countless dignitaries.
A man in a black robe stood in front of the tripod, with a pale mask faintly visible under his deeply pulled hood.
He held a blood-colored talisman paper between his fingertips, which was the "blood talisman" that Yun Qingqing had used to suppress Zisha before.
"Oh, you think you can hide the truth by putting on these talismans?"
The black-robed man snorted, and the talisman paper burned to ashes in his palm.
"Smartass!"
boom--
The blood flame in the cauldron surged, and the shadows of hundreds of evil Buddhas suddenly solidified. There was a blood symbol embedded in the center of the eyebrows of each Buddha statue - it was drawn by Yun Qingqing herself.
The golden light flowed in the rune, but was swallowed up by the blood flames like spider silk, turning into ashes.
The man in black robe looked up at the giant tripod, his voice filled with anticipation and excitement.
"It's really... I've waited so long... Finally we've reached this point!"
Suddenly a clear shout was heard in the air.
"Feed my spirit, and all evil will be defeated and slain!"
The black-robed man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head abruptly to look at the sky behind him. He saw Yun Qingqing flying in the air with a sword, pointing his two fingers together at the center of the cauldron, with a chill in his eyes.
Suddenly, golden light patterns appeared between the eyebrows of hundreds of Buddha statues. The patterns were exactly the same as the patterns on the talisman that the man in black robe thought had just been destroyed!
“Crack!”
Hundreds of fate-stealing evil Buddhas shattered simultaneously, and strands of golden light from the talismanic patterns spread outward, intertwining like chains, forming a massive golden array above the giant cauldron that obscured the sky and the sun! Wherever the array passed, bloody flames swirled back, and black energy backfired towards the strange bird stone statue in the center!
The man in black robe staggered a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You... you actually fed spiritual energy to hundreds of demons! You are simply a lunatic..."
At this moment, how could he not see that Yun Qingqing's so-called method of "suppressing" the Evil Buddha of Luck was all based on her own vast spiritual power. She used talismans as a guide to replace the luck of mortals and continuously fed it to the Evil Buddha!
Yun Qingqing slowly descended on his sword, confronting the black-robed man several feet away, his eyes cold:
"If I don't make you feel that victory is certain, how can you, who have been hiding behind the scenes for so many years and are used to using sinister tactics, reveal your true colors?"
"Don't you think so, Your Majesty?"
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