Fu Buci
When Fu Buci arrived at the Waiting Immortal Tower, there was a radiant glow and a giant sword phantom above the tower, and below was a group of people from the Immortal Alliance who were excitedly discussing something, as well as Vice Alliance Leader You with a complicated expression.
But there was no trace of the "Sword Immortal".
Fu Buci landed in front of You Cang and asked in a cold voice, "With so many people, you couldn't stop the people coming out of the tower?"
A group of elite members of the Immortal Alliance bowed their heads.
You Cang stepped forward and whispered, "Alliance Leader, please calm down! This person was able to pass through all ten levels of the Waiting Immortal Tower in one day, so his cultivation must be extremely advanced. Even though I set up three layers of formations outside the tower, I was still unable to capture him."
Fu Buci sneered and asked again, "Then could you see clearly who was trying to break through the tower?"
You Cang: "This person's concealment skills are superb; he didn't leave a trace of his presence..."
Fu Buci could no longer contain his anger: "If all you can do is praise the other side as powerful, then you don't need to be the deputy leader of the alliance! And what use are you all! Useless trash!"
Amidst the apprehensive crowd, You Cang volunteered to plead guilty, saying, "This subordinate is incompetent and is willing to be punished by the Alliance Leader. However, this person has successfully entered ten levels, and must have left some traces in the Tower of Waiting for Immortals! Please allow this subordinate to send people to investigate the traces inside the tower so that I can make amends!"
Fu Buci nodded: "Alright, investigate immediately. Don't overlook even the slightest trace! If you can't find anything, the punishment will be doubled!"
"Yes!" You Cang accepted the order and quickly arranged, "Lu Xingshuang, take this key and fully open the Waiting Immortal Tower. Take nine people to check which divine weapons are missing from the Waiting Immortal Tower. Be quick! The other fifty people are divided into ten groups to search each of the ten layers of the Waiting Immortal Tower's formation one by one! Don't miss a single corner! Report back immediately if you find anything suspicious!"
As Fu Buci listened to You Cang's efficient arrangements, he suddenly remembered a blurry figure. A long time ago, she was just as capable, but unfortunately, she was now useless.
Fu Buci shook his head slightly, disdaining to think about that useless person any longer, and began to ponder the person who had caused so many strange phenomena today: Who exactly is this person? Where does he come from? What is his purpose? What will he do next?
As he was deep in thought, he suddenly saw a person rush out of the Waiting Immortal Tower, presumably with important news to report.
Sure enough, the man rushed straight to him and You Cang, his voice tense and uneasy: "Report! Reporting to the Alliance Leader and Vice Alliance Leader! We have checked all nine levels of the Waiting Immortal Tower, and a total of twelve swords are missing!"
"Twelve swords?!" Even Fu Buci was taken aback. He had guessed that this person was short of weapons, but who would want twelve swords? Could it be that the strange phenomenon and the intrusion into the Immortal Tower were not caused by one person, but by a group of people?!
You Cang pressed further, "Xing Shuang, which level do these twelve swords belong to?"
Lu Xingshuang pointed to the top of the Immortal-Waiting Tower and exclaimed excitedly, "It's all from the ninth floor! This person actually emptied the ninth floor of swords!"
The surroundings were completely silent.
Everyone knows what the swords of the ninth level represent; they are all renowned divine weapons listed on the official rankings! There are even the Yaoling Sword and the Zhuotian Sword, which are ranked among the top ten in the Immortal Cultivation Sword Ranking!
After Lu Xingshuang finished her report, she stepped back to You Cang's side and whispered to her superior, "This guy has such a thick skin! He actually took all the swords from the ninth floor! Don't people usually only take one sword?"
Yu Zang: "...Indeed, he has a thick skin."
Fu Buci also heard it, but more than the man's shamelessness, he was concerned that twelve famous swords were willing to recognize him as their master!
Even he wasn't confident he could make all the swords on the ninth floor acknowledge him as their master!
Sword Immortal.
These two words suddenly popped into his mind, along with an irrepressible thought: This is a true sword immortal.
He immediately slapped the thought away: Impossible! The sword immortal could only be him!
Many years ago, when he was young, he once tried to enter the Tower of Waiting for Immortals, but he only reached the sixth floor. Later, he got busy and didn't have time to come back. Also, he had some concerns. According to the rules, each person can only enter the Tower of Waiting for Immortals twice. If he, who was already in a high position at that time, failed to enter the ninth or tenth floor, he would never have another chance and would become a laughing stock for many people!
This person has gotten the upper hand!
Even if he tries again now, he's not confident he can clear all ten floors in a day. If he's even a little slower, it means he's not as skilled as others!
He absolutely will not allow this to happen!
Fu Buci's expression grew colder and colder. With a flick of his sleeve, he walked straight toward the Tower of Waiting Immortals.
He wanted to see for himself who this person really was.
Before the formations on each level of the Immortal Tower were restarted, traces left by the tower climber could still be seen.
Inside the first layer of the formation, the members of the Immortal Alliance responsible for this layer were whispering among themselves: "It seems like only one sword strike was used..."
Fu Buci glanced at the fragments of the demon on the ground and thought to himself that it was nothing special, a piece of cake.
Continue upwards to the second level, where there is still a sword.
The third level is also a sword strike.
When he saw the Demon Serpent King broken in two, he paused for a moment. Memories of that night in Brocade City long ago suddenly surfaced, though her figure, wielding a sword and charging at the forefront, was already blurred.
He frowned. Why did he think of her again? What a waste of time.
People change, and he understood that long ago. Since he understood that, why should he worry about it?
She was useless to him, and he was tired of seeing her face. He had already been merciful enough to spare her life and keep her in this position. As for whether she could live and hold onto this position, that was up to her own abilities.
Continuing upwards, on the fourth floor, the ground is littered with the corpses of Gu worms; it wasn't a single sword strike, but a single move.
Fu Buci snorted and continued upwards.
On the fifth floor, there were no monster remains to be seen, only moonlight falling on the white embers scattered on the ground, as if a peaceful snow had just fallen.
Fu Buci's gaze sharpened slightly as he continued upwards.
On the sixth floor, bronze armor lay scattered on the ground, but there were no marks of swords or blades on the armor, nor any signs of a struggle around it.
What kind of move is this? Is it meant to defeat the enemy in one strike?
Looking at the "wedding sedan chair" not far away, there were traces of sword energy cutting through it.
Fu Buci frowned, sent someone to carefully examine the bronze armor, and continued upwards himself.
On the seventh floor, there were no signs of a fight, only a wisp of a soul, drifting aimlessly under the pure moonlight.
"Who is this soul?" Fu Buci asked You Cang, who was following behind him. Although You Cang's swordsmanship was mediocre and his talent in cultivation was rather average, he was diligent, capable, well-read, and knowledgeable, making him a valuable assistant.
You Cang replied very quickly: "This remnant soul was originally a demonic cultivator named Qing Xin, also known as the Dream Weaver. He was skilled in illusion magic and was captured by the Immortal Alliance and imprisoned here as part of the seventh level's assessment."
"The Dream Weaver of a Thousand Pieces of Gold?" Fu Buci suddenly had a thought. "Since he is a conscious remnant soul, he should have seen the tower climbers! Awaken him! I want to interrogate him!"
Youzang answered "yes," took out a talisman, and pasted it on the remnant soul. The remnant soul stopped drifting, stood still, and slowly raised its head to look around. It was clear that it had regained its senses.
Fu Buci approached the remnant soul, haughtily surveying this prisoner of the Immortal Alliance, only to hear the disheveled and dejected Dream Weaver remnant soul ask, "Oh? It's you?"
"You know me?" Fu Buci frowned. He didn't remember ever having any dealings with the Dream Weaver, not even that night in Jinxiu City.
The remnant soul paused for a moment, then grinned and burst into wild laughter: "I know her, of course I know her! She's obsessed with you, she loves you so much she wants to kill you, hahaha!"
None of the Immortal Alliance disciples following behind dared to utter a sound. Fu Buci asked in return, "Who is this person?"
The Dream Weaver remained silent, only raising the corners of her mouth and smiling at him.
Fu Buci understood and waved his hand: "Everyone else, step back."
A moment later, only Fu Buci and the Dream Weaver remained on the seventh floor.
Fu Buci: "You can speak now."
"Not yet." The Dream Weaver hugged her broken arm and said with a smile, "Such useful information is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold."
Fu Buci frowned: "What do you want?"
The Dream Weaver held up three fingers: "I want to leave this place, and I need you to help me repair my soul and find me a suitable body."
Fu Buci sneered: "It seems the Dream Weaver is quite good at dreaming."
The Dream Weaver smiled calmly and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. I can guarantee that this is absolutely crucial and important news for you."
"Oh? How am I supposed to believe you then?" Fu Buci scoffed. "I might as well have someone read your memories using soul-reading magic, then you'll be spared the trouble of lying to me."
“That won’t do. My remnant soul can’t withstand soul reading techniques. It would dissipate in half.” The Dream Weaver said with a smile. “Moreover, I guarantee with my ability to read dreams worth a thousand gold pieces that if you dare to use soul reading techniques on me, all you’ll get are fabricated stories. How about this, I’ll give you a little hint first.”
Fu Buci became interested: "Go on."
"In your dream, there were two people who wanted to kill you, and also one person." The Dream Weaver raised the corners of his mouth. "That's really interesting. It's the first time I've ever seen something like this."
Fu Buci frowned and pressed, "What do you mean? What do you mean by being both two people and one person?"
The Dream Weaver shrugged: "If you want to know, you can't miss any of the three conditions I just mentioned. The day I am reborn will also be the day you know the answer. I suggest you hurry, because those two people, or rather one person, one can kill you in your dreams and the other can actually kill you. They pose a great threat to you."
Fu Buci: "..."
The Dream Weaver covered her mouth and chuckled: "I can wait, but you can't. Besides, I don't care if I die. Are you willing to die?"
Fu Buci turned and left: "Wait."
The Dream Weaver smiled and squinted her eyes: "Don't keep me waiting too long, that person's sword is fast and sharp."
Fu Buci continued upwards with a gloomy expression.
That person was indeed after him. Who could it be?
There are several foolish women who are obsessed with him. Could he be one of them? Which of them has such great abilities?
Fu Buci recalled the women he had been involved with over the years, some of whom had given birth to his children, and he remembered them quite well.
For example, Yixi and that woman. Yixi was only his child in name, but in reality, Yixi was neither his first child nor his only child.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to that foolish woman naming her Yixi. What need is there for a newborn baby to be named Yixi? To recall her past life?
He knew perfectly well who that silly woman was calling that name to, but he didn't care, too lazy to listen, and too lazy to care.
As for the women who didn't have children with him, there are even more. He doesn't even remember the names of some of them, and the more he tries to recall them, the more his head aches.
As for this Dream Weaver, he planned to stabilize him first, repair his soul, and once the soul was almost repaired, he would try to use the Soul Reading Technique directly.
He's not the only one in the world skilled in illusion; we can use illusion to lower his guard and make him unable to lie.
On the next floor, the traces of battle were everywhere.
Fu Buci observed carefully for a while and felt that the other party's strength was still below his own, so he didn't seem to need to treat him as a major enemy. He thought that the Dream Weaver was probably exaggerating in order to trick him into helping him.
Go up further up, and you'll reach the ninth floor.
The bloodshed that had engulfed the city had not yet subsided, and the remains of the massive furnace that had been severed in the city center were even more shocking.
A wisp of a soul drifted on the sea of blood, gazing up at the clear moon in the sky.
Fu Buci inquired about the identity of the remnant soul and instructed You Cang to bring it over and awaken it.
The talisman was pasted on the back of the remnant soul, which slowly lowered its head, looked around, and clearly regained its senses.
Just as Fu Buci was about to ask, the remnant soul of the Demon Lord asked first, "Are there immortals in this world?"
Fu Buci was startled, but forced himself to remain calm and replied, "Not yet."
The remnant soul of the Demon Lord looked up at the bright moon in the sky again and murmured, "I don't remember either, but she said she was, and I actually think she is. After all, who else but an immortal could have that kind of power?"
Fu Buci pressed on urgently, "What kind of power? Who is he?!"
The Demon Lord's remnant soul turned back and sneered, "Why should I tell you?"
Fu Buci waved the others away and ordered that no one present should reveal a single word they had just heard.
He then discussed with the remnant soul of the Demon Lord, saying, "As long as you tell me everything you saw, I can help you leave this place."
"Leave?" The remnant soul of the Demon Lord shook his head disdainfully and sneered, "You hypocritical and cunning cultivators may lack ability, but you are full of tricks. Anyone who believes you is a fool."
Fu Buci: "...Heh." This one is clever, but there was a fool just now.
The remnant soul of the Demon Lord gazed at the bright moon in the sky and sighed softly: "It's a pity that I'm trapped here and can't personally offer that immortal body to my master. What a regret. However, my true body will not miss this opportunity."
She raised the corners of her mouth, and before she finished speaking, her remnant soul suddenly scattered into thousands of points of light, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.
Fu Buci was slightly taken aback, then his face darkened. He called You Cang in and asked, "What's going on? The Demon Lord's remnant soul is gone?"
You Cang closed his eyes, observing the entire ninth level of the formation with his spirit for a moment, and replied, "Yes, the Demon Lord's remnant soul has completely dissipated. Perhaps it was because the Demon Lord's remnant soul's consciousness was awakened just now, making her realize that she was imprisoned here..."
Fu Buci frowned: He originally wanted to suppress that person's momentum at a faster pace, such as passing through the tenth floor of the Immortal Tower within half a day, but the ninth floor was now completely gone.
The plan is scrapped.
He instructed, "Take that idiot from the seventh floor out and repair his soul."
You Zang immediately agreed without the slightest hesitation, and led his bewildered subordinates out of the ninth floor and headed for the seventh floor.
On the way, Lu Xingshuang asked in a low voice, "Isn't this against the rules?"
You Cang glanced at her and said helplessly, "Don't you understand? In the current cultivation world, he is the rule. And he must have other intentions for doing this. Be careful."
Lu Xingshuang chuckled twice and scratched her head: "Master, you know I'm not that smart, I just like practicing swordsmanship."
"Alright, I know, go practice your sword." Yuzang sighed helplessly again.
...
Fu Buci continued upwards and arrived at the tenth level of the formation.
The tenth floor was simpler than he expected: there were only two stone tables, each with a sword and a teacup on it.
The two stone tables perhaps represent that there are two people here—two people have actually reached the tenth floor?!
His mind was in turmoil, and he observed the items on the two tables more closely: both teacups on the tables had been moved, but the two swords, one casually placed on the side of the table, seemed to have been moved, while the other was placed upright on one side of the table, as if it had not been moved at all.
what does that mean?
What do the sword and the teacup represent? What was originally in the empty teacup?
Fu Buci paced back and forth: You Cang should know, but she's not here.
He was a little irritated and impatiently speculated to himself: The sword should represent combat, but with whom? What exactly is the tenth level testing?
"Call Youzang over," he ordered. "Quickly."
You Cang returned quickly, and Fu Buci felt somewhat at ease the moment he saw this reliable deputy.
"Who do we have to defeat on the tenth floor? What's the meaning of the sword and teacup?" Fu Buci asked.
Yuzang answered fluently: "The opponent on the tenth floor is yourself. Choosing a sword means defeating yourself, and choosing a teacup means drinking tea with yourself."
Fu Buci was slightly taken aback: "Drinking tea with myself? It's that simple?"
Youzang nodded: "Yes. Judging from the situation, one person chose to drink tea and passed the test directly, while another person chose the sword first and then chose tea after passing the test."
Fu Buci looked at the sword and the tea, asking himself in his heart which he would choose.
Almost without a doubt, he will choose the sword; what else would a swordsman choose but tea? Moreover, given his current high position and the watchful eyes of countless people, he is never without his sword. Even when facing himself, he must hold the sword in his hand.
But one person actually chose tea. Upon arriving at the tenth floor, he selected tea and drank it with himself.
What confidence and composure!
Fu Buci's brows furrowed more and more. He had a vague feeling that he was unwilling to admit it, but this person's realm might be above his own.
No, that's impossible! Maybe that person just wasn't good at fighting, which is why they chose tea.
But will the twelve divine weapons on the ninth floor choose someone who is not good at fighting as their master?
He turned and left the formation, heading towards the empty ninth floor.
Amidst the purple-gold stars, not a single sword remained, only a silent stillness. Yet, he could sense the mockery within that stillness, and the provocation from that person.
The man took the twelve swords, perhaps to show them to him; it was a challenge he had issued!
He trembled slightly, his anger mixed with a vague fear he was unwilling to acknowledge.
"Invite Sect Leader Yan of the Star Gazing Sect as soon as possible! Tell him you want him to divine a person who has become a threat to the Immortal Alliance and even the entire cultivation world!" Fu Buci said through gritted teeth. "Have Cen Ling escort him; we cannot allow anything to happen to Yan Ke on the way!"
The Guanxing Sect excels in divination and prediction, and its leader, Yan Ke, is known as "one who can predict even the will of Heaven."
Fu Buci wanted to ask Sect Leader Yan to divine this person's location and background.
Seeing Youzang arrange for someone to invite Sect Leader Yan, Fu Buci felt a little more at ease and sneered inwardly: "When I find you, it will be your death day."
"Congratulations, Alliance Leader! Congratulations!"
A cheerful voice came from behind him. Fu Buci, feeling a surge of anger, turned around and questioned his sickly strategist: "What's there to congratulate me about? Have you lost your mind too?"
"Of course, congratulations to the Alliance Leader on becoming a Sword Immortal, cough cough cough—" The pale-faced strategist coughed, smiling as he narrowed his long, fox-like eyes.
Fu Buci was about to get angry: "That's not...!"
Seeing the cunning look in Ning Changkang's eyes, Fu Buci suddenly fell silent, realizing what was happening.
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