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  • The Azure Longsword 25

    Chapter 25: The Nightmare

    The group arrived at a clearing in the forest.

    In the center of the clearing, a small open-air altar was built with stone pillars, on which mysterious and profound secret texts were engraved. Eleanor glanced around and said in the channel:

    “No enemies found…”

    Her tone was a bit surprised, because Asker had said that they would encounter the first boss here, and his predictions had never been wrong before.

    “No, the boss is already here.” Asker said.

    Following his gaze, everyone saw two identical Nuos standing behind the team. They looked at each other warily, their eyes full of uncertainty.

    “Disguise?” Medea frowned and said, “Is it an ability of the Illusion Sequence?”

    “I don’t know! She…” The two Nuos exclaimed in the mental communication channel at the same time, but before they could finish speaking, Medea stopped them:

    “Don’t talk! No matter which one of you is the real Nuo, the other fake, although disguised by the enemy, cannot have enough understanding of your personality, it can only temporarily disguise as your appearance. The more you say, the more information you reveal to it! Stay calm first, and then wait for us to come up with a way to identify it. Before we see through its true face, it cannot actively expose itself to harm you!”

    Immediately, both Nuos fell silent. She was not stupid, but she was just a little overwhelmed by the supernatural phenomenon.

    Since Medea was right, the two Nuos calmed down at the same time, only frowning and staring at each other coldly. The others also stared at the two girls intently, for fear that one of them would suddenly attack.

    “That’s right.” Asker walked over. “You will face many supernatural phenomena in the future, such as being suddenly teleported to a certain place, your companions or yourself undergoing mutations, being sucked into the world of mirrors, or your shadows being distorted into enemies. Just remember one thing: no matter how strange the phenomenon you encounter, the first thing to do is to keep calm.”

    The two Nuos both showed a tearful expression upon hearing this, their resentful eyes seemed to say, “Captain! Is this the time for you to teach us a lesson? Can you get rid of the fake on the other side first?”

    “As Medea said, this first boss, the Nightmare, can only disguise its appearance for the time being, and its memory is still flawed. However, every mature Nightmare has the ability of the Mind Sequence and can continuously read the memories of the surrounding mental bodies, so once the time drags on long enough, it will become completely indistinguishable from Nuo.” Asker put one hand on his sword and came to the two Nuos. “As for the method of identification, it’s actually very simple, just use the characteristics of the Mind Sequence in reverse.”

    His expression suddenly turned cold, and he said to the two Nuos in a chilling voice:

    “Now! Nuo, repeat what I say immediately! ‘Eat grapes without spitting out the grape skins, eat grapes without spitting out the grape skins!’”

    The Nuo on the left opened her mouth halfway, but couldn’t utter the strange pronunciation, her face full of a bewildered ??? expression. The Nuo on the right subconsciously said:

    “Eat grapes without spitting out the grape skins…”

    “You can even speak Chinese!” Asker suddenly drew his sword, a flash of cold light, and the fake Nuo was slashed across the chest. Her figure immediately dissipated, leaving only a pool of blue blood on the ground.

    “It’s not dead, everyone be careful!” Medea warned in the mental communication.

    “Nuo, stand in the middle, everyone else form a circle around her, with your backs to her!” Asker also quickly gave the order.

    So everyone quickly gathered together, surrounding Nuo in a circle, each facing outwards and on guard.

    Judging from the appearance of this boss, it was obviously proficient in illusion and invisibility abilities. It wouldn’t be fun if it came behind someone and backstabbed them. The solution was of course to form a circle back to back, so that the other party couldn’t get in even if they wanted to backstab.

    Sure enough, after probably circling around invisibly and failing to find a suitable place to strike, the Nightmare appeared in front of everyone at a distance of more than twenty steps.

    It was a humanoid monster with blue skin all over its body, its limbs were slender and strangely thin, and its nerve bundle-like hair was draped behind its head, fluttering as if in the wind. Its feet were suspended in the air more than ten centimeters above the ground, and it stretched out its six-fingered palms towards everyone, invisible mental waves rippling in the air like faint ripples.

    Is that the hypnotic ability of the Dream Sequence? Medea’s pupils shrank. No, the target of its ability is me!

    A huge drowsiness surged from her chest to her head, her entire mind began to numb, and her consciousness was rapidly falling into a coma. Medea, who was about to fall asleep, finally understood why the Dream Sequence was the natural enemy of the Succubus – the stronger the mental ability, the more sensitive the perception of the mental body, the easier it was to be hit by the abilities of the Dream Sequence…

    Her eyelids drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep, her spirituality also becoming dim and introverted. The others almost immediately noticed something was wrong, because the mental communication that had been maintained was cut off!

    Asker quickly aimed at the Nightmare and pulled the trigger, firing three shots in a row. The Nightmare stretched out a finger and calmly drew a circle in the air. The bullets shot into the circle it drew disappeared as if stones had fallen into a lake, only ripples rippling in the air.

    Dream materialization! This was an advanced ability of the Dream Sequence, opening a portal between the collective unconscious and reality. The bullets shot into this portal, turning from reality to illusion, and were teleported to the collective unconscious.

    Then the Nightmare closed its six fingers and lightly clenched its fist. Medea, who was in a deep sleep, groaned, and her body suddenly convulsed as if in severe pain.

    Under the control of the Nightmare’s ability, the bullets that had entered the collective unconscious pierced through her mental body, causing her spirituality to suffer damage equivalent to being shot!

    “Heal!” Asker shouted a reminder, and charged towards the boss with the others, drawing their swords.

    Nuo hurriedly helped her up and activated the healing touch ability of Life I. She found that three of her internal organs had undergone mutations, two in the lungs and one in the stomach. The tissue cells seemed to have been damaged and began to spontaneously atrophy and die. Through her extraordinary ability to heal, Nuo finally stabilized the deterioration of her injuries, and then she realized that she was covered in cold sweat, her whole body so nervous that she almost fainted.

    Suddenly, Medea groaned and woke up weakly. The Nightmare in front of her had already turned around gracefully, its palm aimed at Peggy, who was approaching first at high speed, and activated its hypnotic ability again.

    Peggy, who was running, immediately fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably, her whole body falling to the ground and sliding for several meters. The Nightmare sat back, its buttocks lightly against Peggy’s back, and snapped its fingers at Asker and Eleanor, who were rushing behind.

    Dream Puppet!

    Between the two and the Nightmare, a translucent tall figure emerged as if from thin air. He was wearing angular powered armor, his whole body two meters tall. He held a huge kite shield in his left hand and a steel spear in his right hand. A triangular flag was nailed to the tip of the spear, on which a white swan was painted. A thick iron chain was tied to the end of the spear, the other end of the chain connected to the arm armor of his right hand.

    “Is this, Father?” Eleanor, who was sprinting, exclaimed in shock, but her pace did not slow down. She almost instantly judged that this was an illusion created by the other party. Combined with what Asker had said before, it should be a fake spirit created by reading her memory!

    She lowered her center of gravity during the charge and swung her shield at the illusion of her father. The tall illusion also lowered its body and raised its shield at the same time. The two shields collided, and the force from it was unshakable. The two almost simultaneously tilted their bodies and thrust their spears again. The real and the illusory spears collided, making a dull sound like a bell.

    It’s actually using my memory, Father’s martial arts, to deal with me! The anger deep in Eleanor’s heart was ignited. She roared and rotated her forearm, her waist twisting with all her might to swing the spear. This was the Weiss family’s special spear technique “Iron Cutter,” swinging the spear like a warhammer to smash the enemy. Because it used the power of the waist and abdomen, it could be launched quickly at a very close distance.

    The two were extremely close at this time. The tall illusion did not have time to turn its shield, but only put the spear in its hand on the shield surface, barely blocking this Iron Cutter. Its body suddenly leaned forward, its right foot kicked back against the ground, and its whole body was actually pushed back half a step. Eleanor had already retracted her spear, bent her right leg, half-kneeled, and then bounced up with all her might, thrusting her spear violently with the help of the upward momentum.

    Bavarian Lion Spear Technique: Cloud Piercer (Durchlochern Wolkendecke)!

    This Cloud Piercer came even faster, so fast that the tall illusion had no time to block, and could only twist the spear in its hand and counterattack with the same Iron Cutter. Eleanor’s spear pierced through the weak jaw of its armor, and the spear pierced through its head from bottom to top. If it were a normal living being, this blow would be enough to be fatal.

    However, the other party was just an illusion made of spirits, and it did not follow the rule that living beings would die if they were injured. Facing the enemy’s counterattack with the Iron Cutter spear technique, Eleanor could only move the end of her spear to block in a hurry.

    Iron Cutter hit the end of her spear and her chest, sending her flying with the spear. She vomited blood directly in the air, landed on the ground and rolled a few times, her face almost deformed due to the intense pain.

    The meteorite armor perfectly withstood this blow, saving her from the fate of being cut in half on the spot. However, the force that was only dispersed and weakened by the chest armor almost took half her life.

    The whole process on her side seemed to be a flurry of activity, full of danger, but it actually only took six or seven seconds. Asker had already crossed the two who were fighting and rushed towards the Nightmare boss with his sword.

    Drawing Slash! The single-edged curved sword (which could also be considered a knife because it was single-edged) that was violently drawn from its scabbard drew a shimmering cold light in the air, slashing straight at the enemy’s neck. The Nightmare, on the other hand, tapped lightly in the air with a solemn expression, silently activating its dream materialization ability.

    In front of the invisibly distorted space was the mental body of Peggy, who was sleeping in the collective unconscious. If Asker really slashed down, he would only hit Peggy.

    Therefore, the momentum of the fierce charge suddenly stopped. Asker had already taken three steps in a row, using short and skillful steps, he actually stuck to the Nightmare and walked in a C-shape, instantly circling behind it.

    The Nightmare hurriedly turned around, and another flash of sword light came towards it. In a panic, the Nightmare could only focus its gaze and activate its life-saving innate extraordinary ability.

    Nightmare Plunge!

  • The Azure Longsword 24

    Chapter 24: Steamrolling

    “Third, Eleanor seemed to have some difficulty maintaining stability when she was taking the attacks just now.” Asker turned to Eleanor again. “Don’t you know how to deflect force with the shield?”

    “Deflect force?” Eleanor showed an embarrassed and ashamed expression. “Can you elaborate?”

    “Raise your shield.” Asker said.

    Eleanor raised her shield as instructed.

    “Stand with your feet one in front of the other, your center of gravity temporarily on the front foot, and your back foot lightly touching the ground.” Asker said, “The moment my attack lands on the shield, move your center of gravity to your back foot.”

    “This way the shield will move back slightly.” Eleanor tried it out.

    “The essence of moving back is to enhance the buffering of your arms, so as to better deflect the force on the shield.” Asker added, “When moving back, if the attack landing point is on the left side of the shield’s midline, you tilt the shield to the left; conversely, tilt it to the right. Avoid the enemy’s attack hitting your shield vertically at 90 degrees, otherwise you will have to bear all the force head-on, understand?”

    “I understand!” Nuo raised her hand and said, “Assuming that an attack with a force of N comes vertically, and Eleanor tilts the shield by a degrees. Then according to the orthogonal decomposition of force, Eleanor actually only needs to bear the force of N*cos_a, and cos_a is less than 1.”

    “I don’t understand.” Eleanor said tearfully. This seemed to be mathematical knowledge, right? However, she grew up in the castle, and literacy and martial arts were taught by private tutors hired from outside. She had never attended any formal school.

    “Almost.” Asker said, “If the tilt angle is greater than 45 degrees, then the swords and knives that land on the shield will be more likely to slide off than be blocked. There is a kind of small round shield in Franconia, not much bigger than an adult’s palm, and Franconian mercenaries can skillfully use this kind of small shield to slide or deflect the enemy’s attacks. It may not be convenient for you to slide off attacks with the kite shield you are using, Eleanor, but you can still deflect force.”

    “Okay.” Eleanor tried tilting the shield.

    “Let’s move on.” Asker finally said, “The visibility in the forest at night is very low, everyone should be vigilant, especially pay attention to the sounds in the surrounding environment. I was able to find that Dream Eater just now because I heard the faint sound it made.”

    Everyone nodded. Suddenly, a lark’s chirping sounded from the side. Eleanor shuddered, immediately raised her shield and spear, and looked around. Peggy also quickly disappeared from her spot. Nuo took out her mobile phone from her bag and said embarrassedly:

    “Sorry, everyone. It’s my phone ringing.”

    “Turn off your phone ringtone!” Asker said, both amused and annoyed. When players ran dungeons, it was already a professional habit to put their phones on airplane mode, how could they cause so much trouble?

    “Hello, sis.” Nuo walked aside and answered the phone. “I’m working. Why are you still awake so late?”

    “I’m working overtime on the group’s acquisition case.” On the other end of the phone, Capasirin, Nuo’s eldest sister, drank a cup of coffee and complained, “The Duke of Normandy is biting the price of 6 pounds per share and refusing to let go. My business negotiation team has been grinding with him for three days… Forget it, what’s going on with that picture on your social circle? Dream Eater? You little girl are quite capable, you have become an extraordinary being, right? What Sequence are you?”

    “Life Sequence.” Nuo whispered.

    “Oh, haven’t you always wanted to be a doctor?” Capasirin sighed. “It’s okay to be a doctor, but you don’t have to be an extraordinary being. Don’t you know that becoming an extraordinary being will reduce fertility? Mother will definitely cry again when she finds out.”

    “Then don’t tell her yet, sis.” Nuo said coquettishly. “We are exploring a deserted island on the Black Sea now, I’ll talk to you later, bye.”

    “Wait! Don’t hang up!” Capasirin sat up. “Have you joined some team? Is it reliable and formal? Don’t be one of those that cheat money and sex… What’s the name of the team?”

    “I’m not a child!” Nuo said angrily. “Our mercenary group is called ‘Azure Longsword,’ do you even know it?”

    “No.” Capasirin said, “Instead of joining such an unknown small mercenary group, I might as well arrange it for you. I know the leader of the Iron Cross Mercenary Group in the Holy Roman Empire, I can ask them to recruit you!”

    “Sister, I joined the mercenary group because I want to become an extraordinary being, not to travel and find bodyguards, or to have a bunch of people running around to serve me.” Nuo said bluntly. “Instead of worrying about your sister, you might as well think about getting married soon! Bye.”

    “You…” Capasirin’s angry voice sounded, and then the phone was hung up. Nuo stomped her foot irritably and came back with a grumpy expression.

    “Okay.” Asker nodded. “Everyone, pay attention, put your phones on airplane mode…”

    “Sorry.” Medea took out her vibrating phone. “I have a call to answer too.”

    “Hurry up and come back.” Asker’s face darkened.

    Medea stood where she was, glanced at the number, answered the phone, and said directly:

    “I quit, I resign.”

    “Don’t you understand what resignation means? It means I’m done playing with you guys!”

    “Treason? Yes, I’m betraying you, come and bite me if you dare!”

    She hung up the phone fiercely, dragged the entire address book into the blacklist, and then directly turned off the phone. Looking up, she saw the others staring at her in astonishment.

    “Miss Medea…” Eleanor opened her mouth.

    “Don’t ask.” Medea said impatiently. “Personal matters, not convenient to talk about.”

    “Okay.” Asker waved his hand. “Have the rest of you turned off your phones? Let’s go!”

    The team set off again and soon found a clearing in the forest, where three Dream Eaters were wandering.

    Out of the desire deep in their spirituality, extraordinary creatures would often actively attack extraordinary people. These Dream Eaters obviously hadn’t found everyone’s presence yet. Eleanor stared at them and asked in the mental channel:

    “Do we go around, or take them down?”

    “Take them down.” Asker replied, “They are all experience points. Peggy, go around and wait first, see that big rock over there? Jump off the rock and launch a surprise attack. At the same time, Eleanor, charge forward with your shield, I will support you from the side. Medea, maintain the mental suggestion, Nuo, you follow Medea.”

    “Understood.” The girls replied in unison.

    Peggy quickly completed the flanking maneuver and said so in the channel, so Eleanor took the lead and charged out of the forest with her shield.

    Opening move: Shield Bash.

    The classic centurion tactic of ancient Solomon was to charge and hit with the shield, then stab the enemy’s abdomen with a short sword. In the knight tactics of the Holy Solomon Empire that had been passed down to this day, the short sword was replaced with a spear, called “Drachenlanze” (Dragon Spear).

    Eleanor first slammed into the Dream Eater on the far right with her shield during the full charge, sending it flying, and at the same time, she stabbed forward with the spear in her right hand, piercing the Dream Eater’s body in the air, and then slammed it hard on the ground.

    The other two Dream Eaters were startled and turned around, at this time, a figure jumped down from the big rock behind them. Peggy raised her short sword in the air, stabbed downwards in a graceful diving posture, and pinned a Dream Eater to the ground with the help of gravity. After landing, she rolled quickly and instantly disappeared into the grass behind the tree.

    With a clang, the long mouth of the other Dream Eater suddenly popped out and hit Eleanor’s shield. The latter immediately deflected the force by tilting the shield, deflecting the Dream Eater’s long mouth to the side.

    Asker fired continuously from the side, chasing after the Dream Eater that had fallen to the ground at first. The Dream Eater rolled left and right on the ground in a panic, but was still hit by bullets continuously. Coupled with the wound on its abdomen that was constantly bleeding, it soon collapsed to the ground exhausted.

    The last remaining Dream Eater turned around and tried to flee. Asker and Eleanor charged forward at the same time, one with a sword and the other with a spear, blocking its escape route from left and right. With a flurry of slashes, they killed the Dream Eater on the spot, then turned around and finished off the remaining two Dream Eaters with low HP.

    “Review?” While Peggy was collecting materials over there, Eleanor asked. She liked this kind of post-battle analysis and review session very much, which could help her quickly find her own shortcomings.

    “Hmm.” Asker said, “Who taught you that Dragon Spear move?”

    “My father.” Eleanor replied. “Is there a problem?”

    “The movements are standard, and the rhythm is good.” Asker commented, “The only problem is, after piercing the target with the spear, why throw it to the ground instead of throwing it at other enemies?”

    “You mean, use it as a temporary weapon?” Eleanor said thoughtfully.

    “Dragon Spear is not just an attack skill, it is also a grappling skill. In the professional circle, control skills are often much more valuable than attack skills.” Asker said, “Imagine, now you are standing in a narrow environment, facing two enemies at the same time. You must quickly break through one first to avoid the danger of being attacked from both sides. Should you risk your firepower to kill one of them? Or should you prioritize controlling one and then take the opportunity to kill the other?”

    “I understand.” Eleanor said, as if a new world had opened up to her. “I first use Dragon Spear to pick up one, and then throw it at the other enemy. If the other party dodges, I can pursue; if the other party is knocked down, I can take the opportunity to use the spear to string the two together.”

    “That’s almost what I mean.” Asker said, “If we go deeper, it will be two different fighting styles. The former emphasizes the suppression of combo flow, while the latter emphasizes the active creation of opportunities for a sure-kill flow, including the depth of the Dragon Spear piercing and the direction of throwing it out are different. But now let’s lay a good foundation. After this dungeon is over, I will give you targeted training.”

    “Okay.” Eleanor nodded.

    “Medea.” Asker turned his head. “Is the spiritual burden of maintaining communication heavy? Can you use the ability of Fire I to assist in output at the same time?”

    “Because of a certain reason you know, my Fire I is a bit unstable.” Medea said after pondering for a moment. “If you want, I can try.”

    After collecting the alchemy materials, everyone set off again, and along the way, they dealt with dozens of Dream Eaters one after another. This kind of extraordinary creature was originally a fragile assassin-type mob with low HP and defense. The only tricky extraordinary ability was invisibility. Once they encountered someone like Asker who could see through camouflage, it was almost effortless to fight them.

    Soon, they pushed to the first boss.

  • The Azure Longsword 23

    Chapter 23: The Dream Eater

    From the outside, the island looked like an ordinary deserted island, with a mountain in the center and lush forests surrounding it. What was strange was that there were no birds singing or insects chirping in the forest, as if it had fallen into a strange silence. Only the rustling sound of the sea breeze blowing through the leaves made it seem extraordinarily mysterious in the night.

    “Everyone, pay attention, I’m going to introduce the dungeon rules now.” Asker clapped his hands, attracting everyone’s attention.

    “Dungeon?” The good student Nuo raised her hand. “What is a dungeon?”

    “Let’s first clarify a concept.” In order to make it easier for himself to command later, Asker decided to instill some “player common sense” in everyone. “During the mission, we may explore some dangerous areas, so we need to be vigilant throughout the process and adhere to the team combat regulations. We call these dangerous areas ‘dungeons.’ The act of entering a ‘dungeon’ is called ‘running a dungeon.’”

    Strange terms… Everyone looked at each other, silently memorizing them in their hearts.

    “When running a dungeon, you need to pay attention to the difference between mobs and bosses.” Asker continued to popularize professional terms. “Mobs are weak enemies. Bosses are powerful enemies. A dungeon is often composed of several bosses and many mobs. The standard for fighting mobs is efficiency and pursuing no injuries, while the standard for fighting bosses is to preserve oneself. Of course, the most important thing is to obey orders, listen to commands, understand?”

    “Understood.” Everyone replied sparsely.

    “Medea.” Asker snapped his fingers. “Open the team communication channel.”

    “Communication channel?” Medea wondered.

    “Establish a mental link with me and the others.” Asker said.

    Medea curled her lips and established a mental link with everyone. Immediately, everyone began to communicate online:

    “Is this mental communication?” Nuo’s voice sounded in everyone’s minds. “It’s real! I just thought about it, and the sound automatically sounded in my mind!”

    “I’ll try it too!” Eleanor followed suit in the mental communication. “Hello, Nuo, how are you?”

    “I’m fine!” Nuo responded.

    “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!.” Peggy started spamming.

    “Stop making noise!” Medea said angrily. “Frequent communication is a great burden on my spirituality!”

    “Everyone keep quiet, private chat is prohibited in the team communication channel.” Asker said. “If anyone disobeys the instructions, Medea, you ban her… that is, cut off her connection.”

    Immediately, the channel fell silent.

    “That’s it.” Asker said, “Eleanor, take the shield and go to the front. Peggy on the left, me on the right, Medea and Nuo in the middle. Next, once we encounter an enemy, Medea will first cast a group mental suggestion to make them try to attack Eleanor. Eleanor, don’t think about counterattacking, just focus on blocking with the shield.”

    “Peggy will flank from the left and kill the enemy, prioritizing those without armor or with light armor, leaving the heavily armored enemies to me. Nuo will pay attention to the battlefield situation throughout the process, focusing on taking care of Eleanor and healing her in time. Have you all remembered?”

    “No.” Everyone shook their heads repeatedly.

    “Then I’ll say it again…” Asker said, both amused and annoyed. These were very simple dungeon running knowledge, and players wouldn’t need any nonsense, but unfortunately, the girls in the team were all newbies. He repeated it twice, and everyone finally understood.

    Eleanor had the best defensive equipment in the team, so the task of rushing to the front and attracting attacks was given to her. In order to ensure that the attacks would not accidentally injure others, Medea needed to continuously cast mental suggestions (which was also known as directional hatred).

    Without having to worry about being attacked, Asker and Peggy could focus on output, one dealing with lightly armored enemies, the other dealing with heavily armored enemies. Nuo was responsible for healing, this was the so-called five-corner combat model.

    “Let’s go when you remember it clearly!” Asker waved his hand. “Speed up, move!”

    So everyone set off in a chaotic manner. The reason why it was chaotic was because the team formation was not strict, and there were often people who fell behind because they walked too fast or too slow. If the opponent was a team of professional players, they could basically seize the opportunity to break through the formation with a surprise attack and isolate and divide the team members.

    However, compared to ordinary players, the girls’ discipline was still much higher, and the NPC mercenaries in this world were even more incomparable. Did NPC mercenaries have any tactical awareness? This was still a question.

    Entering the forest, everyone scanned their surroundings vigilantly and nervously. Since it was not yet 4 a.m., the depths of the forest, where the oil lamps could not reach, were shrouded in deep and thick darkness, and for a while, everyone even felt a little paranoid.

    However, seeing the calm demeanor of their leader, Asker, everyone felt a little more at ease. At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

    Asker had somehow drawn out Aphrodite and pulled the trigger at the back of a tree. A scream rang out, and a figure was blown out.

    It was a transparent monster, which began to bleed after being hit by the bullet, and its figure gradually emerged. It had the size of a porcupine, curled ears and long hair like hard thorns all over its body, but its mouth was a long and thin tube, curled up and tightened like a whirlpool.

    “Be careful, everyone, this is a Dream Eater!” Medea warned in the channel.

    Eleanor immediately shuddered. She remembered the legend her father had told her when she was a child. It was said that this invisible extraordinary creature would sneak into people’s homes in the middle of the night and suck people’s brains with its thin tube mouth.

    Sometimes the victims would wake up in their sleep, but even though their consciousness was awake, their bodies could not move, and they could only feel that they were being pressed down by some invisible monster.

    “Eleanor, charge and shield bash, Peggy, flank and backstab, Medea, use suggestion!” Asker immediately gave the order.

    Eleanor charged forward with her shield. Under Medea’s suggestion, the Dream Eater also quickly turned its head towards Eleanor, its curled long mouth suddenly stretched out like a chameleon and hit Eleanor’s steel shield hard.

    The force of the long mouth’s ejection was so great that Eleanor was even slightly knocked back, and the steel shield almost flew out of her hand. In the next second, Peggy appeared behind it at an almost instantaneous speed, her short sword stabbing fiercely at its buttocks.

    The sword entered the flesh, and blood gushed out. The Dream Eater cried out in pain, raised all its hard thorns, and suddenly bit back. However, Peggy had been taught the essence of agility output, which was “one hit, then move,” and she had already run far away, not even taking the short sword that was stuck in it.

    “Eleanor, advance, everyone else retreat, Medea, maintain the mental suggestion!” Asker said quickly, firing three shots in a row with Aphrodite in his hand, forcibly pulling the Dream Eater’s attention back with new pain.

    Eleanor took the opportunity to approach, slammed her left shoulder against the shield and slammed it hard, knocking the Dream Eater’s head back, and her right spear shot out like lightning, piercing its soft abdomen.

    There was another loud bang. The dying Dream Eater ejected its long mouth again, violently colliding with Eleanor’s shield. At the same time, Peggy had already rushed behind the Dream Eater, pulled out her short sword, and stabbed it again with her backhand.

    The Dream Eater, covered in wounds, finally ran out of its last bit of HP and collapsed to the ground with a wail. Light blue extraordinary power emanated from its body and disappeared – automatically absorbed by the five people present, becoming everyone’s experience points.

    The first battle was won. Because it was the first time they had successfully killed an extraordinary creature, the girls were both relieved and excited. Nuo was the first to rush forward, taking out her mobile phone and taking pictures of the Dream Eater’s corpse.

    “Can I post it on my social circle, Asker?” She turned to ask Asker, her big eyes full of hope.

    “Go ahead.” Asker said, both amused and annoyed. Why were these girls’ thought processes completely different from those of players? Shouldn’t they check the drops first?

    “If only we were in my father’s territory.” Eleanor said regretfully, “Uncle John could make it into a specimen and hang it on the wall of the castle’s inner hall as a trophy.”

    “It would be a waste to make it into a specimen.” Asker said, “The spiritual material on the Dream Eater is the skin at the base of the longest thorn on its back, the color will be a shade lighter than other places.”

    “I see it.” Peggy said as she pulled out her short sword, grabbed the longest thorn of the Dream Eater, and cut off the skin around it and put it away.

    Nuo had already finished taking pictures, it was a picture of her making a victory gesture in front of the Dream Eater’s corpse, and she uploaded it to her CM social circle, and soon people started liking it.

    “Our newcomer is very strong, killing an extraordinary creature at level 1? And it’s a Dream Eater?” A user from the Life School commented.

    “Nuo? Where have you been? You haven’t even called home for so long, our father is furious!” This comment seemed to be from her sister, whose nickname was “Eldest Daughter of Dawn, Capasirin.”

    “Dream Eater? Could it be that you encountered people from Dreamland Paradise?” This comment was posted by Kieran Bonat.

    Nuo was about to ask what “Dreamland Paradise” was, when Kieran followed up with another reply: “If you confirm that this Dream Eater is not wild, I suggest you run away quickly. Those people from Dreamland Paradise are crazy about finding the fragments of Paradise Mountain, they are like mad dogs biting and killing everywhere, they can’t be messed with.”

    “Asker, is Dreamland Paradise some kind of secret organization?” Nuo looked up and asked Asker puzzled.

    “It’s a secret sect that masters the Dream Sequence and possesses the ‘Dream Angel’ bloodline path.” Asker said, “The Dream Sequence is the natural enemy of the Desire Sequence, Medea will have to be careful later.”

    “???” Medea was stunned for a while, then suddenly said, “My Queen Mother did seem to warn me before that I must be careful of extraordinary people from the Dream Sequence when I’m outside.”

    “Queen Mother?” The other girls turned their heads when they heard this.

    “Ah, no.” Medea said casually, “I mean mother… slip of the tongue. Speaking of which, if it’s really those people from Dreamland Paradise, what should we do?”

    “What else can we do when we are already in the dungeon?” Asker said with his arms crossed, “Treat them as bosses and take them down. Let’s review this battle first, there are still many problems.”

    He walked to the place where the Dream Eater was hiding at first, behind a big tree, turned back and said to everyone:

    “I fired the first shot. The question is… why didn’t Eleanor, who was walking in the front, find it?”

    “Ahem.” Eleanor said awkwardly, “It was hiding in a very good position, covered by trees, it was hard to see in the night, and it could also turn invisible.”

    “It’s true that we can’t blame you for this.” Asker said, “Eleanor’s main task is to focus on how to guard against sneak attacks from the surroundings. Otherwise, if you are killed at the beginning, there will be no more dungeons to run. For enemies who are not attacking but ambushing, you can’t devote more attention to finding them.”

    “Nuo, write it down.” He stared at the Dream Eater and said, “Our team needs a scout next.”

    “A scout?” Nuo wrote down quickly. “We need a character who can scout the enemy.”

    “A ranger, thief, or assassin will do, responsible for controlling the overall battlefield situation and providing an early warning mechanism for the team.” Asker said, “Second, one problem exposed in this battle is that our output is still too weak.”

    “The Dream Eater’s attack burst is very strong, which means that Eleanor can’t counterattack while defending with her shield. Peggy is an agility output, her output curve has ups and downs, and my pistol’s firepower is still weak. If we had another output, then when Peggy made her first round of flanking attacks, we could attack from both sides, focus fire together, and shorten the kill time by half.”

    “So we need to find an output?” Nuo also roughly understood that “output” meant damage dealer. “What kind of profession do we need specifically?”

    “For a creature like the Dream Eater, another gunman would be enough. I mean a professional gunman.” Asker said, “If the Dream Eater had more HP, what we need might not be a gunman, but a melee warrior, equipped with armor-piercing weapons such as a heavy axe or a mace.”

    “Then recruit another gunman and a melee armor-piercing warrior.” Nuo quickly wrote it down.

    “In very few cases, if the enemy has very high physical defense, such as ghosts, then we need an Arcane Mage.” Asker concluded, “Before the roles are filled, I can act as the gunman, Medea can act as the mage, the key is to recruit a thief and an armor-piercing warrior.”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 25

    Chapter 25: Threefold Fire

    Yue Ya’er tilted her head, her hands clasped on the round rosewood table. “Not so simple?”

    Shi Hao said solemnly, “The Six Gates are motivated by wealth, power, and fame. Committing such acts won’t earn them a good reputation. And if this matter is exposed, the court will have to intervene, at least superficially.

    “So, their primary motive must be financial gain. But what kind of profit could entice the Six Gates to participate directly in such a thing?”

    The three women exchanged glances.

    Yue Ya’er nodded, “Knowing their style, it’s certainly possible they would turn a blind eye to such things in exchange for money.

    “But to actively participate, sending men to assist those child abductors and eliminate threats, that requires a hefty price.”

    Shi Hao said, “More importantly, those children were being taken northwest. If they were being sent to the prosperous cities in the south, it would be understandable. But what’s in the northwest?”

    County Mistress Li Tong also said, puzzled, “That’s right. Northwest of Jin Prefecture is practically the Gobi Desert.”

    Yue Ya’er scratched her head, “This is troublesome. I came here to supervise the investigation. I never imagined the Six Gates would be involved in such a thing. I thought they were just being lazy and negligent, so I came to put some pressure on them, to make them do their job.

    “I didn’t expect them to stoop so low. Without the Six Gates’ cooperation, I don’t have anyone trustworthy in Jin Prefecture. Even if I mobilize troops from the prefectural government, I don’t think it’s safe.”

    County Mistress Li Tong said, “The prefectural guards are independent and have always been separate from the Six Gates, but…”

    Shi Hao shook his head, “Having those guards investigate a case like this in the martial world would just make them pawns of the Six Gates.

    “If possible, I hope Miss Yue can pretend to be unaware of the situation for now and continue to supervise the Six Gates’ investigation openly, but don’t take any other action. I’m a Jin Prefecture native and have some connections here. I can investigate secretly, and when necessary, I’ll ask you to mobilize troops for a decisive strike.”

    Yue Ya’er readily agreed, “Alright, let’s do it that way!”

    Du Yuejiao turned to County Mistress Li Tong, “Junior Sister, have you found out who attacked you on Red Mountain?”

    County Mistress Li Tong shook her head, “Those people are quite secretive. We still don’t know their exact background. But my father said yesterday that attacks against the court and the royal family are becoming more frequent in various provinces. It seems there’s a secret organization uniting the scattered resistance forces. If this continues, things will become increasingly chaotic.”

    She looked at Shi Hao, “Fortunately, we had Young Master Shi to save us last time…”

    Du Yuejiao suddenly said, “Let’s not dwell on the past. Come, come, let’s have some tea.”

    County Mistress Li Tong, mid-sentence, choked slightly.

    Yue Ya’er, seeing Du Yuejiao’s suddenly serious expression, chuckled.

    After a while, realizing that the city gates would soon close, County Mistress Li Tong and Yue Ya’er excused themselves.

    Shi Hao and Du Yuejiao escorted them outside. A luxurious carriage awaited them, with a cavalry escort and eighteen Yingzhao beasts – mythical creatures with the head of a bird and the body of a horse, a rare sight.

    County Mistress Li Tong and Yue Ya’er boarded the carriage. The Thunderclap Eighteen Riders mounted their Yingzhao beasts and flew into the air, escorting them.

    After they left, Shi Hao and Du Yuejiao chatted for a while before returning to their respective residences.

    That night, Shi Hao continued his cultivation.

    After days of practice, both his Mysterious Charm Technique and Immortal Ice Technique had steadily improved.

    He was even confident he could master both techniques before the next full moon.

    This meant he had to quickly formulate a plan for obtaining the ingredients for the seventh-rank Immortal Formula and the one hundred living souls required for the demonic ritual. Ideally, he would advance to the seventh rank before the next full moon.

    Obtaining the three main ingredients for the seventh-rank Immortal Formula was now much easier since he had connections to the Chongxian Sect.

    But the one hundred living souls were a different matter. A living soul was a soul that hadn’t dissipated within an hour of death.

    This meant he had to kill one hundred people.

    Although this era showed signs of impending chaos, with more and more refugees arriving from the central plains, he couldn’t bring himself to harm innocent people.

    The next morning, after helping Daoist Lan Ke with some chores, he had lunch with Du Yuejiao at her Wei Xiang Pavilion.

    Although the monastery had a dining hall, it was natural for direct disciples like Du Yuejiao to have their own kitchens.

    After lunch, Shi Hao found an excuse to ask Du Yuejiao to show him around Ming Kun Monastery.

    Du Yuejiao agreed and led him around, explaining the various buildings and their functions.

    They arrived at a hall with closed doors and windows, heavily guarded. It was quite far from the main hall, in a secluded area.

    Shi Hao asked, “What is that place?”

    Du Yuejiao whispered, “That’s the Golden Crucible Hall. My uncle often has unconventional ideas and conducts his experiments there. Many unique Daoist alchemy and crafting techniques were developed there.”

    Shi Hao said, “I see. No wonder it’s so heavily guarded.”

    Du Yuejiao shook her head, “That’s not the reason. My uncle used to work there undisturbed. But a recent experiment is too important, so the entire hall has been sealed off, waiting for officials from the sect and the court to take over.”

    Shi Hao said, “I see.” He didn’t press further, worried about arousing Du Yuejiao’s suspicion. They turned and left.

    But he knew he was one step closer to the information he sought.


    In the afternoon, Du Yuejiao went to her lessons, and Shi Hao left Ming Kun Monastery, heading into the city alone.

    After wandering around, making sure he wasn’t being followed, he changed his appearance using the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique and went to the secluded courtyard to meet with Old Qiu and Lu Tong.

    After they were seated, Lu Tong asked, “Brother Hao, any clues about the God-Sealing Experiment?”

    Shi Hao shook his head, “Not yet, but I’ve made some progress. Give me some more time, and I should have something.

    “But I can confirm that your previous intel was accurate. Ming Kun Monastery and the Yue Ke Tai clan are indeed conducting some kind of experiment.

    “It seems that in the beginning, due to Abbot Song Cui’s selfishness, the experiment wasn’t reported to the Chongxian Sect or the court. Now, they can’t hide it any longer, and the matter has escalated. The one conducting the experiment seems to be Daoist Lan Ke, one of the Twelve Perfected Ones, and the location is the Golden Crucible Hall behind Ming Kun Monastery.

    “The entire hall is currently sealed off, waiting for the Chongxian Sect elders and the court to take over.”

    Old Qiu said, “According to our investigation, although Daoist Lan Ke is one of the Twelve Perfected Ones, he is dedicated to crafting and alchemy, immersed in his research, and often has unconventional ideas. With his status, he should at least be the abbot of a branch monastery, or even higher, but because he avoids worldly affairs, he was assigned to this remote place and became an idle Daoist.

    “If it’s him, it’s not surprising that he developed this ‘God-Sealing Experiment’ that could potentially impact the entire martial world.”

    Shi Hao said impassively, “Give me some more time on this matter. But there’s another important issue I need your help with.”

    Old Qiu said, “Just tell us, Righteous Hao. We’ll do our best to help.”

    Shi Hao revealed some of the truth behind the child abduction case, but he was vague about how he obtained the information, not wanting Dark Thunder to suspect his true identity.

    Even though these people were righteous martial artists who opposed the barbarian court, he still didn’t want to expose himself to them. Caution was always necessary.

    Lu Tong said angrily, “Those Six Gates barbarian lapdogs, those treacherous villains! I knew they were no good, but I didn’t expect them to be this vile.”

    Old Qiu said, “So, the local Six Gates are definitely involved in the child abductions. But they’re probably not the ones actually abducting the children. Besides the Six Gates, there must be other gangs involved.

    “But the Six Gates aren’t just turning a blind eye in exchange for money, as they usually do. They’re actively participating. The profit behind this must be enormous, too tempting for those Six Gates villains to refuse. Or perhaps… other powerful families and officials are also involved?”

    Shi Hao said, “I need to know which gang is cooperating with the Six Gates.”

    Old Qiu nodded, “Rest assured, Righteous Hao. We’ve been investigating this matter, but we haven’t found many clues. We were already puzzled. Cases like this are usually handled by small-time gangs. Our informants should have been able to find something.

    “We didn’t expect the Six Gates to be covering up the evidence. Now that we know they’re involved, and we know the children are being taken northwest, we should be able to unravel this mystery and find the gang behind it.”

    Shi Hao said solemnly, “It would be best if we could rescue those children.”

    Lu Tong looked at the young man with the slightly hooked nose and whispered, “You’re truly righteous and courageous, Brother Hao. Don’t worry, we’ll do our best.”

    After bidding them farewell, Shi Hao changed back to his original appearance and returned to the monastery.

    He was now officially considered Daoist Lan Ke’s disciple. Daoist Lan Ke was one of the Twelve Perfected Ones of the Chongxian Sect. Although he wasn’t the abbot of Ming Kun Monastery, even the abbot addressed him as Senior Brother.

    The abbot had registered him and reported it to the sect. This meant he was now considered a direct disciple, like Du Yuejiao. The gatekeepers, mostly outer disciples who performed chores while practicing martial arts, didn’t question his comings and goings.

    He continued learning from Daoist Lan Ke for two days. That afternoon, following Daoist Lan Ke’s instructions, he tried refining the simplest type of elixir, the Clarity Heart Pill, in an empty alchemy room.

    The Clarity Heart Pill was an entry-level elixir that calmed the mind and neutralized some simple toxins.

    For someone with an eighth-rank foundation and orthodox Daoist internal energy cultivation like Shi Hao, its effects were minimal, but it was often given to outer disciples who traveled outside the monastery.

    Daoist alchemy wasn’t as simple as brewing medicine in an apothecary. It involved the use of true energy and divine sense, and the process itself was a form of internal energy cultivation.

    Shi Hao sat before the alchemy furnace, flames roaring within.

    He focused his divine sense into the furnace, observing the herbs and adjusting the flames with his true energy.

    The first step in Daoist alchemy was mastering the Threefold Fire.

    The Threefold Fire was achieved by perfectly harmonizing one’s body, mind, and spirit, drawing upon the hidden power within one’s soul and refining essence into energy.

    Although called “fire,” it wasn’t actually fire, but a scorching aura that could ignite charcoal.

    The ability to unleash flames from one’s palm to subdue demons and monsters was called “Threefold True Fire,” a technique Shi Hao hadn’t mastered yet.

    And it seemed no one else possessed it either. It was likely a mythical ability from legends, used to deify Daoist cultivators.

    The scorching aura ignited the charcoal at the bottom of the furnace, while true energy enveloped the herbs, refining their essence and adjusting the heat until all impurities were removed and the essence condensed into an elixir. This was Daoist alchemy.

    However, being his first attempt, Shi Hao struggled to protect the herbs while controlling the heat. He saw the medicinal essence dissipating; at this rate, the herbs would be reduced to ashes.

    Although Ming Kun Monastery had plenty of herbs for disciples to practice alchemy, he was still unwilling to waste them.

    An idea came to him. He circulated both the Immortal Ice Technique and the Mysterious Charm Technique simultaneously within his body.

    Using the Daoist method for controlling the Threefold Fire, he channeled the Mysterious Charm Technique, generating demonic fire, while using the true energy from the Immortal Ice Technique to protect the herbs.

    The demonic fire, passing through the barrier created by the icy true energy, roasted and refined the herbs.

    Normally, demonic fire couldn’t be used in Daoist alchemy.

    The demonic sects also had their own elixirs, but they were created by obtaining demonic essence from the Demonic Realm through rituals and then refining it. Demonic fire, cultivated through demonic arts, couldn’t replicate the Daoist method of refining natural herbs into elixirs with the Threefold Fire.

    This was because demonic energy represented “chaos” and couldn’t achieve the purity of Daoist true energy.

    However, perhaps because he was the only dual cultivator of Daoist and demonic arts in history, Shi Hao was able to use the pure Daoist true energy to regulate and filter the unruly demonic fire, creating a unique, harmonized flame that replaced both the Threefold Fire and the charcoal fire.

    Under his control, the dissipating medicinal essence recondensed, forming a perfect sphere.

    The essence of the herbs rapidly solidified into an elixir, brimming with medicinal power, spinning within the unique flame…

     

     

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 24

    Chapter 24: This Case Isn’t Simple

    Shi Hao said, “I ran into that Yuan Jia last night. Since he’s from the Six Gates, he naturally has ways of finding out my identity based on my appearance.

    “More importantly, they don’t know how much I know. They think that since I was able to track them to that location, I must be aware of their activities, so they’re trying to preemptively strike, making false accusations to protect themselves.”

    Du Yuejiao said angrily, “Those despicable villains!”

    Daoist Lan Ke stroked his beard, “That’s how the Six Gates operates. They have power and are used to abusing it. False accusations and framing innocent people are their specialties. It’s usually quite effective.”

    Du Yuejiao said, worried, “If they can’t attack openly, they’ll resort to other methods.”

    She looked at Daoist Lan Ke, “Uncle, why don’t you let Brother Shi stay at Ming Kun Monastery? Those Six Gates thugs wouldn’t dare cause trouble there.”

    Daoist Lan Ke smiled, “It’s rare to see you so concerned about someone. Since I’ve already claimed him as my disciple, there’s no problem with him staying at the monastery.”

    Shi Hao feigned hesitation, “Well…”

    The best way to uncover the truth behind the “God-Sealing” experiment was to infiltrate Ming Kun Monastery.

    As the saying went, “How can one enter the tiger’s lair and not capture its cub?” In that sense, the Six Gates’ actions had actually helped him.

    But he had to pretend to be hesitant.

    Du Yuejiao tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Brother Shi, please listen to me. Stay at Ming Kun Monastery. Those people won’t dare touch you there.”

    Shi Hao pretended to consider it, then nodded, “Alright, but I need to go to the Yuan Rong Merchant Guild and also retrieve some things from my residence.”

    Du Yuejiao said cheerfully, “I’ll go with you.”

    Daoist Lan Ke smiled, “Then I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll return to the monastery.” He flicked his whisk and left.

    As they walked, Shi Hao said, “Thank you for your help at the courthouse, Miss Du… Yuejiao. But I’m worried about damaging your reputation. I’m truly sorry for any trouble this might cause you.”

    Du Yuejiao lowered her head and whispered, “If it weren’t for you, Brother Shi, I would be dead. Reputation means nothing. You’re a righteous man. I was the one who acted rashly, causing this misunderstanding, damaging your reputation.”

    Shi Hao smiled, “I’m a man. What do I have to lose? It’s you I’m worried about.”

    They reached the Yuan Rong Merchant Guild’s headquarters. Deng Liang greeted them, “Brother Hao, I’m glad you’re alright.”

    Shi Hao smiled, “You were the one who alerted the local merchants and gentry, weren’t you? That’s why there were so many people at the courthouse.”

    Deng Liang grinned, “I was worried those Six Gates thugs might try something, so I spread the news.”

    He pulled Shi Hao aside, glanced at Du Yuejiao, and chuckled, “You’re quite the charmer, Brother Hao. Even her… you’re amazing!”

    Shi Hao, seeing his friend’s suggestive wink, remembered his earlier comments about Du Yuejiao:

    —”Although she’s beautiful, she’s incredibly arrogant, like a celestial being, her words as sharp as needles.”

    —”In my opinion, whoever marries that girl must have committed terrible sins in a past life.”

    He shook his head, amused, and, pulling Deng Liang along, went to Du Yuejiao, “Yuejiao, this is my good friend, Deng Liang. He’s the young guild master here, and also the young master of the Jin Jin Yin Xiu Silk Emporium. They produce the finest silk in Jin Prefecture. You must have met before.”

    Du Yuejiao, her hands clasped before her, curtsied gracefully, “Greetings, Brother Deng.”

    Deng Liang, flustered by her unexpected politeness, stammered, “Greetings, Sister-in-Law! Greetings!”

    Du Yuejiao blushed but said nothing.

    After chatting with Deng Liang for a while, they left. Deng Liang escorted them to the entrance, where Du Yuejiao, surprisingly, curtsied again before leaving with Shi Hao. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Amazing, Brother Hao! You’ve tamed even that shrew.”


    Shi Hao returned to his residence to gather his belongings, then hired a carriage and went to Ming Kun Monastery with Du Yuejiao.

    Inside the monastery, Du Yuejiao led him to a secluded courtyard filled with medicinal herbs, alchemy rooms, and the faint scent of incense.

    In the distance stood a large, cylindrical, bronze hall with an octagonal roof, the sounds of clanging metal echoing from within.

    Du Yuejiao said, “My uncle is one of the Chongxian Sect’s Twelve Perfected Ones. He’s a master craftsman and alchemist. Most of the divine crystals obtained by our temples are sent here for him to forge into magical weapons. And he also refines many elixirs and medicines.”

    They entered an alchemy room, where Daoist Lan Ke was busy sorting and preparing herbs, carefully placing them into a steaming cauldron.

    The heat emanating from the cauldron was intense, even Shi Hao and Du Yuejiao, standing by the entrance, felt uncomfortable. Daoist Lan Ke, however, seemed oblivious, working diligently amidst the steam.

    Du Yuejiao called out, “Uncle! Brother Shi is here.”

    Daoist Lan Ke, without turning around, said, “Good, good. Have him find an empty room in the courtyard.”

    Du Yuejiao led Shi Hao away, “That’s how he is. He doesn’t usually handle the monastery’s affairs. He spends all his time on crafting, alchemy, and his… experiments.

    “I heard he could have been promoted to a higher position within the sect, but he didn’t get along with the others, so he requested a transfer to this branch.”

    She led Shi Hao to an empty room, explained the monastery’s meal times, and then left.

    Shi Hao cleaned the dusty room, clearly unoccupied for a long time, lay down on the hard wooden bed, and began cultivating.

    He heard steady footsteps outside, and then a man’s voice, “Senior Brother!”

    Daoist Lan Ke’s voice followed, “Junior Brother Song Cui, what brings you here in such a hurry?”

    The man said, “I heard you took on an outer disciple without authorization and are letting him stay at Ming Kun Monastery.”

    Daoist Lan Ke said, “That’s right.”

    The man said, his tone laced with displeasure, “Senior Brother, accepting a disciple and teaching him our techniques without informing the sect is forbidden. And I’m the abbot here. You didn’t even consult me.”

    Daoist Lan Ke chuckled, “I just happened to find a cultivation manual and a sword technique. I saw this young man, noticed his talent, and gave them to him. If you have a problem with him staying here, Junior Brother, I’ll take him and leave. I won’t be back for a few years.”

    The man hesitated, then said angrily, “What do you mean? You can’t just leave now, with everything that’s happening…”

    Daoist Lan Ke said, “You call this a mess? I’m just a researcher. You were the one who wanted to take all the credit and didn’t report the God-Sealing Stones to the sect. And you were the one who let that thief steal the information. I didn’t say anything. I’m willing to share the blame.

    “And now you’re giving me trouble for taking on a disciple and letting him stay here for a few days? Really, Junior Brother… I mean, Abbot?”

    The man paused, his voice now subdued, “Since he’s your disciple, Senior Brother, I won’t interfere. But as the abbot, I have a duty to inquire about new disciples, especially those brought here without prior notice.

    “Since he’s your disciple, I’ll register him and report it to the sect.”

    Daoist Lan Ke said, “Good! Good! Thank you, Abbot.”

    The footsteps faded away.

    Shi Hao got up and went outside. Daoist Lan Ke was sorting herbs, tossing them in a large winnowing basket.

    Shi Hao said, “I apologize for the trouble, Senior.”

    Daoist Lan Ke chuckled, “It’s no trouble at all. That Yuejiao girl, she’s always been so proud and aloof. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to survive in the jianghu. Having you look after her puts my mind at ease. You’re the one I should be thanking.”

    Shi Hao said, “You’re too kind, Senior. I heard you’re a master craftsman and alchemist. Would you be willing to teach me?”

    Daoist Lan Ke put down the basket, stroked his beard, and smiled, “I would be delighted to. Come, come, let’s start with the basics.” He handed Shi Hao the basket, showed him how to sort the herbs, and then went back to his work.

    Shi Hao felt like he had become an unpaid laborer.

    Of course, learning alchemy was beneficial.

    Although the Holy Jade Immortal had given him the recipe for the seventh-rank elixir, without alchemy skills, he would have to rely on others, which could be troublesome.

    He spent the afternoon assisting Daoist Lan Ke, asking questions, which the old Daoist, despite his constant demands and instructions, answered patiently and thoroughly.

    As evening approached, a young acolyte arrived, “Are you Brother Shi Hao? We have a guest. Please come to the Wei Xiang Pavilion.”

    A guest? Shi Hao wondered.

    After asking for directions, he went to the Wei Xiang Pavilion.

    That morning, most of the Daoists had been attending their morning lessons, so the monastery had seemed relatively empty. Now, however, many people were coming and going.

    The Chongxian Sect, claiming to be the orthodox leader of the Daoist sects, even this branch temple was grand and opulent, its grounds extensive, filled with pavilions and courtyards.

    In a large training ground, young men in light green tunics practiced swordsmanship under the guidance of a Daoist priest. These disciples, trained en masse, weren’t direct disciples of the Perfected Ones or Recluses, their status far lower than inner disciples like Du Yuejiao.

    They weren’t taught the orthodox Daoist internal energy cultivation techniques but other martial arts collected by the Chongxian Sect. Most would only reach the ninth rank, perhaps a few the eighth, if they were lucky.

    However, a large number of ninth-rank martial artists, although not considered elite, still formed a considerable force, the foundation of the Chongxian Sect’s power.

    And for many children from poor families, even becoming a small part of this foundation was a significant step up in life.

    He reached the Wei Xiang Pavilion, a beautiful and elegant building surrounded by flowers and trees, its entrance flanked by incense burners. The sound of girls’ voices came from within.

    “Brother Shi, you’re here,” Du Yuejiao greeted him, “Please come in.”

    Shi Hao entered and saw not only Du Yuejiao but also Yue Ya’er and County Mistress Li Tong.

    Yue Ya’er, wearing a flower garland and a colorful dress, looked like a flower herself. The smallest of the three, her attire made her appear even more youthful and charming.

    County Mistress Li Tong, in a more subdued green and red dress with a butterfly pattern, seemed quieter and more reserved.

    Du Yuejiao wore her usual Daoist robe, but this one was a light green, embroidered with the yin-yang symbol of the Daoist sects, along with pink flower petals and cloud patterns.

    The robe, although brightly colored, still had an ethereal, otherworldly quality.

    “Brother Shi, please have a seat,” Du Yuejiao said softly, gesturing towards a chair.

    Li Tong and Yue Ya’er looked at Du Yuejiao, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if they didn’t recognize her.

    Shi Hao wondered what their impression of Du Yuejiao had been before.

    He sat down, and Du Yuejiao, looking at him, said, “Sister Yue Ya’er heard about the incident this morning and came to find out what happened. I’ve already told her everything.”

    Yue Ya’er, hands on her hips, said, her voice filled with indignation, “So, the Six Gates are involved in this child trafficking ring? No wonder they couldn’t find anything. If I hadn’t come here, I would have been wasting my time in Jin Prefecture.”

    County Mistress Li Tong said softly, “Wasting your time would be the best-case scenario. More likely, they would have just arrested some random people, forced a confession, and closed the case.

    “Although I’m familiar with the Six Gates’ corruption and incompetence, I still can’t believe they would be directly involved in something like this.”

    Shi Hao shook his head, “This case isn’t that simple.”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 23

    Chapter 23: The Twelve Perfected Ones

    “Your Honor!” The short, thin man stepped forward, raising his hands and presenting a badge. “I am Yuan Jia, a field agent of the Six Gates, specializing in undercover work, reconnaissance, and gathering intelligence among the lower classes.

    “Recently, I was ordered to investigate the abduction and trafficking of children. I tracked those villains for several nights, finally locating one of their bases on Mount Fused Serpent in the northwest. Last night, while investigating further, I was discovered by their leader, who attempted to silence me.

    “Fortunately, I possess some supernatural abilities. Although injured, I managed to escape with my life.”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “Yuan Jia, look around the courtroom. Is the villain who tried to kill you here?”

    Yuan Jia pointed at Shi Hao, “Your Honor, that’s him.”

    An uproar erupted from the crowd at the entrance.

    Qiu Jiangping said, “Yuan Jia, show everyone your wound.”

    Yuan Jia ripped open his collar, revealing a sword wound on his shoulder.

    Qiu Jiangping bowed towards the magistrate, “Your Honor, I’ve investigated. The wound on Yuan Jia’s shoulder matches the sword energy used by Shi Hao on Red Mountain, and it also matches the wounds on the bodies of our colleagues killed on Disordered Chess Mountain. Your Honor…”

    He turned and pointed at Shi Hao, “This man is the murderer from Disordered Chess Mountain, and he is also the mastermind behind the recent case of child abduction and trafficking.”

    He bowed again, “Your Honor, this is a major case, and the capital is also paying attention. Now that we have both witnesses and physical evidence, please pass judgment.”

    Shi Yujun was aware of the importance of this case. Even Yue Ya’er, the daughter of the Yue Ke Tai family, had personally come to supervise the investigation with the Thunderclap Eighteen Riders. This case couldn’t be delayed; a swift resolution was needed!

    He slammed the gavel and looked at the shackled Shi Hao, “Shi Hao, where were you last night?”

    Shi Hao said slowly, “I was alone, camping in the mountains.”

    Shi Yujun asked, “Can anyone testify for you?”

    Shi Hao slowly shook his head.

    Shi Yujun demanded, “Was the sword wound on Yuan Jia’s shoulder inflicted by you?”

    Shi Hao’s expression remained unchanged. He shook his head, “No.”

    Qiu Jiangping sneered, “Denial is useless. Yuan Jia saw you clearly last night.”

    Shi Hao’s expression remained impassive, “He mistook me for someone else.”

    Yuan Jia didn’t get angry but laughed instead, “I mistook you? You claim I mistook you?” He addressed the magistrate, “Your Honor, this man is a heinous criminal. He must not be spared.”

    Qiu Jiangping also bowed towards the magistrate, “Your Honor, this Shi Hao secretly cultivated martial arts, but his background is unknown. Even if he practices Daoist internal energy cultivation, he is still unorthodox. I’ve sent people to investigate Small Han Mountain City. No one there knew he practiced martial arts.

    “If he didn’t have ulterior motives and wasn’t plotting something illegal, why would he hide his martial arts training from everyone? Such unorthodox practices…”

    Suddenly, a loud laugh came from outside, “Who says he’s unorthodox?”

    The crowd at the entrance turned and parted. The laughter, loud and powerful, filled the courtroom, impossible to ignore.

    An old Daoist priest entered. He wore a disheveled blue robe and a crooked Daoist cap, his horsetail whisk hanging loosely. He looked rather unkempt.

    However, his laughter alone demonstrated his considerable strength.

    Everyone in the courtroom, including Shi Hao, felt the laughter reverberate through them, deafeningly loud.

    Qiu Jiangping clearly recognized the newcomer. His face darkened, but he also looked puzzled, probably wondering why this person was interfering.

    The old Daoist entered the courtroom, flicked his whisk, and bowed to Shi Yujun, “Greetings, Your Honor. I am Daoist Lan Ke of Ming Kun Monastery.”

    Shi Yujun, a civil official and not a martial artist, turned to his clerk.

    The clerk quickly approached and whispered, “My lord, this is Perfected Lan Ke, one of the Twelve Perfected Ones of the Chongxian Sect and the senior brother of Ming Kun Monastery’s abbot.”

    Shi Yujun suddenly understood. He nodded slightly and said to the old Daoist, “There’s no need for formalities, Perfected One. May I ask what brings you here?”

    The old Daoist pointed at the shackled Shi Hao and smiled, “Constable Qiu claims his background is unknown and that he is unorthodox. I’ve come to clarify. Shi Hao’s martial arts were taught by me. In other words, he is an outer disciple of our Chongxian Sect.”

    Another uproar came from the crowd at the entrance. Qiu Jiangping hurriedly stepped forward, “Perfected One! If he is an outer disciple of the Chongxian Sect, why didn’t Recluse Zhuo recognize him at the Marquis’ residence? Even in terms of martial arts, she only recognized his Daoist internal energy but couldn’t identify his sect.”

    Daoist Lan Ke flicked his whisk again and smiled, “Is this the first time you’ve met me, Chief Constable Qiu? I do things as I please. Last year, in the mountains, I encountered this young man. I saw his talent and his respectful demeanor towards me, so on a whim, I taught him internal energy cultivation, gave him a profound external elixir, and established his martial arts foundation.

    “As for his martial arts techniques, heh, our Chongxian Sect is the leader of all Daoist sects. We have countless techniques, and Junior Sister Zhuo can’t possibly know them all. I gave him a rare and unique sword manual, a secret technique of mine. It’s not surprising that Junior Sister Zhuo didn’t recognize it.”

    Qiu Jiangping stammered, “But…”

    He couldn’t understand. Shi Hao, whose background had no connection to the Chongxian Sect, had suddenly become their outer disciple?

    He gritted his teeth and said coldly, “Even if he is your disciple, Perfected One, he has committed a serious crime. Is the Chongxian Sect going to protect him?”

    Daoist Lan Ke said, “If he truly committed this crime, I naturally wouldn’t condone or protect him. But if someone is trying to frame my disciple, I won’t let them get away with it.”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “We have both physical evidence and witnesses…”

    Daoist Lan Ke said, “The so-called physical evidence is the coroner’s report? You claim that those who died on Disordered Chess Mountain were killed by sword-like finger strikes with a freezing aura. Heh, take me to see the bodies. I can tell whether it’s true or not with a single glance.”

    Qiu Jiangping’s expression remained unchanged, “The bodies were cremated several days ago.”

    The crowd at the entrance erupted in commotion. Daoist Lan Ke sneered, “Cremated? Since when do we have such a custom in West Shu?”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “Most of those men weren’t from this prefecture. After their deaths, we had to send their remains back to their hometowns. Cremating them and placing their ashes in urns made it easier to transport them.”

    Daoist Lan Ke sneered, “Transporting corpses over long distances isn’t a new practice. The Corpse Walker Sect and the Witchcraft Cult both offer such services. A person’s body is a gift from their parents. How can you cremate them without the consent of their families? Is this the way the Six Gates operates? Or are you afraid of someone examining the bodies?”

    The crowd outside grew louder, and even Shi Yujun glanced at Qiu Jiangping, frowning.

    It wasn’t that they didn’t trust the Six Gates, but the Six Gates’ habit of framing innocent people was well-known.

    Qiu Jiangping’s expression remained impassive. He didn’t argue. Since the bodies had been cremated, no matter how much others questioned it, the coroner’s report remained the only evidence.

    Shi Yujun said, “Even if the coroner’s report is insufficient as evidence, someone witnessed Shi Hao with the child abductors last night, and he even attempted to silence the witness. We have a credible eyewitness.”

    Yuan Jia shouted, “That’s right! I saw him with my own eyes! He even injured me. I barely escaped with my life.”

    A sharp, girlish voice came from outside, “That’s impossible.”

    The crowd at the entrance parted, and a young woman floated in. She wore a peach-colored Daoist robe with a cloud pattern, her appearance delicate and beautiful, a sword at her waist.

    Shi Yujun asked, “Who is this young lady?”

    The girl bowed towards the magistrate, “I am Du Yuejiao of Ming Kun Monastery. Shi Hao was with me all last night. I can testify that he had nothing to do with the child abductions.”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “Miss Du, you didn’t recognize him at the Marquis’ residence last time.”

    Du Yuejiao said sharply, “Aren’t you the chief constable? How can you be so dim-witted? Of course, I didn’t recognize him before we met at the Marquis’ residence. But since we met there, I naturally recognize him now.”

    Her sharp words, and her naturally sarcastic tone, made the crowd chuckle.

    Qiu Jiangping’s face flushed red, then white, with anger. “You weren’t very friendly towards him back then.”

    Du Yuejiao snorted, “I didn’t know he was my uncle’s disciple back then. Why should I have been friendly? After returning to the monastery and learning he’s a fellow disciple, why would I treat him poorly?

    “In fact, I should apologize for my previous behavior!”

    Yuan Jia shouted, “Even if you were together these past few days, I encountered this villain last night. He left secretly…”

    Du Yuejiao said, “That’s impossible!”

    Qiu Jiangping asked, “Why is that?”

    Du Yuejiao pursed her lips, “We were together last night.”

    Yuan Jia said, “It was the middle of the night.”

    Du Yuejiao said, “We were together in the middle of the night.”

    Qiu Jiangping asked, “Was anyone else with you?”

    Du Yuejiao said, “Just the two of us. We were in the wilderness; there was no one else around.”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “He could have left while you were asleep…”

    Du Yuejiao said, “We weren’t asleep.”

    Qiu Jiangping frowned, “The two of you, in the middle of the night, alone in the wilderness, and you weren’t asleep. What were you doing?”

    The girl’s face flushed crimson. She stamped her foot and exclaimed, “None of your business!”

    The crowd outside roared with laughter. Someone shouted, “A man and a woman, alone in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and they weren’t asleep. What do you think they were doing?”

    The laughter grew louder, and someone even whistled. Another person shouted, “They were doing the wild thing!”

    Shi Yujun banged his gavel repeatedly, “Order! Order!” But the courtroom remained chaotic.

    Qiu Jiangping was speechless.

    Shi Yujun frowned, glared at Qiu Jiangping, and, seeing the commotion outside, called his clerk over and whispered, “How should we handle this case?”

    The clerk leaned in and said, “My lord, I don’t think the Six Gates’ evidence and witnesses are very credible. This Shi Hao saved the County Mistress. Small Han Mountain City is a prominent local family, and he now has connections to the Chongxian Sect. Based on this flimsy evidence…”

    Shi Yujun knew the Six Gates were likely framing him.

    But in the past, their victims had been powerless and unable to defend themselves. Their pleas of innocence had been ignored.

    Frankly, if this young man were just the young master of Small Han Mountain City, wrongly accusing him wouldn’t be a big deal.

    But now that the Chongxian Sect was involved, he didn’t want to antagonize such a powerful martial arts sect.

    He slammed his gavel, “The evidence and witnesses in this case are unclear. Release the suspect! We will re-evaluate if new evidence emerges.”

    Court guards removed Shi Hao’s shackles. Qiu Jiangping said urgently, “Your Honor…”

    Shi Yujun glanced at him, “The case is closed. That’s final.” Although he didn’t know why the local Six Gates had a grudge against this young man, he didn’t want to get involved.

    Helpless, Qiu Jiangping bowed and retreated.


    Outside the courthouse, Shi Hao bowed to Daoist Lan Ke, “Thank you for your help, Senior.”

    Daoist Lan Ke stroked his short beard and smiled, “Don’t thank me. My niece told me that if it weren’t for you, rescuing her from that demonic villain, she might have met a terrible fate. You saved my niece, so it was only right for me to help you.”

    It turned out that Daoist Lan Ke’s surname was also Du. He was Du Yuejiao’s uncle in the Chongxian Sect and also her blood relative.

    Du Yuejiao looked at Shi Hao and whispered, “You were with me last night. Why didn’t you say so in court and let me testify for you?”

    Shi Hao hesitated, “Well…”

    Du Yuejiao glanced at him, her heart softening. She whispered, “You…” She trailed off, lost in thought.

    Qiu Jiangping approached them. Shi Hao sneered and walked towards him.

    Qiu Jiangping’s eyes were sharp, but he forced a smile, “So, Young Master Shi is a disciple of Perfected Lan Ke of the Chongxian Sect. My apologies, my apologies!”

    Shi Hao smiled faintly, “You’re too kind, Chief Constable.”

    Qiu Jiangping stared at him, “Today’s events were a misunderstanding. Please don’t take it to heart, Young Master Shi. If we can put this behind us, should you ever need the assistance of the Six Gates, we will be at your service.”

    Shi Hao smiled, “Of course, of course.”

    They exchanged insincere bows, and Qiu Jiangping turned and left.

    Shi Hao returned to Daoist Lan Ke and Du Yuejiao.

    Du Yuejiao frowned and asked, puzzled, “Why would the Six Gates arrest you instead of pursuing the real criminals?”

    Shi Hao sneered, “That constable called Yuan Jia is the supernatural ability user I encountered in the mountains last night.”

    Du Yuejiao’s expression changed, “But that supernatural ability user is working with the child traffickers! Does that mean…”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 22

    Chapter 22: Cornered Beast

    Shi Hao frowned, “It’s a pity I couldn’t save those children.”

    Du Yuejiao said softly, “Since so many children have gone missing, the Six Gates shouldn’t ignore it. They’ll eventually find these people.”

    Shi Hao shook his head without saying anything.

    He didn’t really believe the Six Gates would put much effort into this matter.

    But then he remembered that Yue Ya’er had brought the Thunderclap Eighteen Riders to Jin Prefecture specifically to pressure the Six Gates.

    With pressure from a prominent barbarian family like the Yue Ke Tai clan, the local Six Gates wouldn’t dare to be too negligent in this case.

    Under Shi Hao’s care, Du Yuejiao’s condition had greatly improved. Although she hadn’t fully recovered, she just needed a few more days of rest.

    At daybreak, Shi Hao accompanied her back towards Ming Kun Monastery.

    Along the way, they stopped at a town where Shi Hao bought her a set of clothes from a clothing store.

    The town didn’t have any fine fabrics. The ready-made outfit was a simple blue cotton dress, the kind worn by ordinary commoner girls.

    Du Yuejiao changed into the new clothes in the forest. Shi Hao saw that it fit her reasonably well.

    Because she was naturally beautiful, even in such a simple dress, she looked like a delicate orchid in the forest.

    They reached the gates of Ming Kun Monastery, and Shi Hao stopped.

    Du Yuejiao turned to him, “Brother Shi…”

    Shi Hao said slowly, “I’ll leave you here.”

    Du Yuejiao lowered her head and whispered, “Brother Shi, won’t you come in and sit for a while? You saved me. My master will be very grateful.”

    Shi Hao smiled faintly, “No, I haven’t been back to the city for several days. I should go back and check on things. And I need to report what I saw last night to the Six Gates. Although those people have probably moved, the Six Gates might still be able to find some clues.

    “Also, I encountered that supernatural ability user last night. Perhaps someone in the Six Gates knows who he is.”

    Du Yuejiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but then stopped.

    Shi Hao bid her farewell and turned to leave. Behind him, the girl watched him silently until Zhuo Mulan and the others emerged from the monastery. She turned and went to greet her master.


    Shi Hao entered Jin City and walked back towards his residence.

    As he walked, he frowned.

    Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of the street. Figures appeared on the rooftops, aiming crossbows at him.

    “Six Gates official business!” The shout caused chaos in the street as people scattered.

    Numerous martial artists, some in official uniforms, some in plain clothes, surrounded him.

    Qiu Jiangping, the chief constable of the local Six Gates, stepped forward.

    Dressed in a black tunic with embroidered eagles on the sleeves, Qiu Jiangping, as chief constable, also possessed an eighth-rank foundation.

    However, not being a Daoist cultivator, the signs of his external martial arts training were obvious: his skin was bronzed, his muscles well-defined, his eyes sharp, his entire demeanor as sharp as a blade.

    “Constable Qiu,” Shi Hao said calmly, looking at the approaching Qiu Jiangping, “What crime have I committed to warrant such a display of force?”

    Qiu Jiangping sneered, “You should know what crimes you’ve committed. Are you going to surrender peacefully, or resist arrest and force us to kill you on the spot?”

    Shi Hao slowly scanned his surroundings.

    There were about sixty crossbowmen, all armed with powerful crossbows and sharp arrows.

    Qiu Jiangping himself was an eighth-rank expert. The Jin Prefecture Six Gates couldn’t possibly have only one eighth-rank martial artist. There were likely a dozen or so ninth-rank experts, as well as many unranked but experienced martial artists recruited by the Six Gates.

    He had no chance of escaping this encirclement.

    Although many people were watching from the sidelines, the Six Gates constables were known for their arrogance and abuse of power, so no one dared to speak up.

    Further down the street, several palanquins were blocked by the Six Gates’ operation. Attendants came to inquire about the commotion, and some lower-ranking constables quietly explained the situation.

    Shi Hao untied his sword, tossed it aside, and said loudly, “I, Shi Hao, have a clear conscience. Although I don’t know what crime Constable Qiu intends to charge me with, since you’ve brought so many men, I’ll gladly accompany you.”

    His voice, although not loud, carried far.

    Qiu Jiangping snorted, “I, Qiu, always uphold the law. I wouldn’t wrongly accuse anyone. If you’re truly innocent, you won’t be unjustly convicted.”

    He barked, “Take him away!”

    Constables swarmed forward, placed Shi Hao in shackles, and escorted him to prison.

    Inside the cell, Shi Hao sat cross-legged in his shackles, his mind racing. He couldn’t understand why the Six Gates were targeting him.

    But he wasn’t worried. He had saved County Mistress Li Tong on Red Mountain. And Deng Liang, loyal friend that he was, had spread the news among the wealthy merchants and gentry. He had announced his name loudly in the street, ensuring the story would spread.

    Unless the Marquis’ residence completely disregarded their reputation, they would definitely inquire about this matter.

    He sat quietly in the cell, cultivating his internal energy. No one came to see him, and no one came to torture him.

    Although the jailer brought him food, he didn’t touch it, sustaining himself with his true energy.

    The next morning, Qiu Jiangping arrived with his men, gave him a cold look, and said, “Bring him to the court.”

    They dragged him out of the cell and escorted him to the courthouse.

    Shi Yujun, the prefect, sat on the magistrate’s bench, dressed in his official robes and hat.

    The court guards shouted, “Order!,” their voices loud and imposing.

    Shi Yujun glanced at Shi Hao and then gestured to Qiu Jiangping. When Qiu Jiangping approached, Shi Yujun whispered, “Are you certain you have the right person? The Marquis’ residence specifically instructed us not to use torture or force a confession.

    “Even my wife mentioned it this morning. It seems the County Mistress has interceded on his behalf. If you don’t have solid evidence, it’s best to release him quickly.”

    Qiu Jiangping also lowered his voice, “Rest assured, my lord. We have irrefutable evidence, both witnesses and physical evidence. And you don’t have to worry about the County Mistress. This case is being overseen by the young lady from the capital. Our men are counting on this case to earn merits.”

    Shi Yujun pondered for a moment and nodded. He suddenly noticed a crowd gathering outside the courthouse.

    Qiu Jiangping slammed the gavel, “Silence! What are you all doing here? Clerk, why aren’t these people being removed?”

    The clerk hurried over and whispered, “My lord, these are representatives from the local gentry, along with many onlookers. The prisoner is the young master of Small Han Mountain City. Someone spread rumors that the authorities are arresting him to suppress the local gentry, making everyone nervous.”

    Shi Yujun frowned and called Qiu Jiangping over again, “Are you certain there’s no problem with the evidence and witnesses? This man has a certain status. If you can’t build a solid case, you’ll bear the consequences.”

    He was clearly aware of the Six Gates’ methods. He would be grateful if even half of their cases were legitimate, so he was skeptical.

    Qiu Jiangping gritted his teeth, “Rest assured, my lord. There’s no problem.”

    Seeing his confidence, Shi Yujun nodded, sat up straight, and slammed the gavel again, “Silence!”

    The courtroom fell silent.

    Qiu Jiangping approached Shi Hao and said loudly, “Shi Hao, I ask you, were you at Disordered Chess Mountain on the night of May 18th?”

    Shi Hao was surprised by this first question, his heart pounding, but thanks to the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique’s control over his facial muscles, his expression remained unchanged, “Yes.”

    Qiu Jiangping turned and addressed the magistrate, “My lord, that night, more than a dozen of our Six Gates men were killed on Disordered Chess Mountain, including Constable Zhao Haisong and the Rat and Bat Duo. They were all killed by this Shi Hao.”

    Shi Hao’s heart sank. He hadn’t expected this to be revealed.

    He had known that the Six Gates were villains who relied on the barbarian court and committed all sorts of evil deeds.

    But today, he experienced their power firsthand.

    He regretted underestimating them.

    The crowd outside the courthouse fell silent.

    Although the Six Gates had a bad reputation, killing more than a dozen of their men was a serious crime. Even if he escaped temporarily, he would be placed on the Six Gates’ blacklist, with nowhere to hide.

    Unless he reached the level of the “Top Ten Experts on the Blacklist,” in which case the entire Six Gates would avoid him.

    Those top-level experts were listed on the blacklist simply to warn the local Six Gates, “Don’t mess with this person.”

    Qiu Jiangping pointed at Shi Hao and said sternly, “This man not only killed Constable Zhao and more than a dozen of our colleagues, but he is also the mastermind behind a recent major case.”

    He looked around and said sharply, “Recently, a group of villains, taking advantage of the refugee crisis in the central plains, have been abducting and stealing children, engaging in child trafficking and profiting from this heinous act. We have confirmed that this man is the mastermind.”

    An uproar erupted around him. Shi Hao turned to Qiu Jiangping, his eyebrows slightly raised.

    Shi Yujun slammed the gavel to restore order and said loudly, “Shi Hao, do you confess to your crimes?”

    Shi Hao looked up and said, “These are false accusations. I didn’t kill Constable Zhao, and I didn’t commit this crime.”

    Qiu Jiangping said, “You secretly cultivated martial arts, hiding your skills from everyone. That night, many of our Six Gates men were killed on Disordered Chess Mountain, and you happened to be there as well. Do you really believe in such coincidences?”

    He stepped forward and presented a stack of documents, “This is the coroner’s report. According to the examination, all the victims were killed by finger strikes. The attacker possesses at least eighth-rank strength. The wounds are thin and deep, indicating the use of fingers as swords, and there are signs of freezing around the wounds.

    “On Red Mountain, many people witnessed Shi Hao using a branch as a sword. Using a branch as a sword and using fingers as a sword are similar. I personally witnessed Miss Du Yuejiao of Ming Kun Monastery exchanging a palm strike with him at the Marquis’ residence. His internal energy is orthodox Daoist, carrying a chilling aura, matching the attacker on Disordered Chess Mountain.

    “This man was at Disordered Chess Mountain that night. His swordsmanship, his internal energy, everything matches. What are the odds of such a coincidence? If he’s not the killer, then who is?”

    The crowd outside the courthouse murmured.

    A strange expression appeared on Shi Hao’s face.

    For a moment, he was truly shocked by Qiu Jiangping and the Six Gates’ abilities.

    He had used a different appearance and different martial arts, yet they had still seen through him. The Six Gates’ abilities were truly terrifying and unpredictable.

    But then he realized that Qiu Jiangping hadn’t actually found the real killer. He was simply framing him.

    On Disordered Chess Mountain, although he had used finger strikes to kill Zhao Haisong, the Rat and Bat Duo, and the others, he hadn’t used his “fingers as swords,” and the wounds weren’t frozen, but burned by the Mysterious Charm Technique and the Severing Meridian Burning Heart Finger.

    With Qiu Jiangping’s skills, he couldn’t possibly mistake these distinct techniques.

    The coroner’s report presented by Qiu Jiangping was completely fabricated, false evidence designed to frame Shi Hao.

    Qiu Jiangping knew that the killer on Disordered Chess Mountain and Shi Hao couldn’t possibly be the same person.

    Finger techniques versus swordsmanship, burning energy versus freezing energy, demonic arts versus Daoist internal energy… Everything was different.

    Yet, Qiu Jiangping was using fabricated evidence to frame Shi Hao… the real killer!

    Shi Hao couldn’t control his expression, a mixture of amusement and disbelief appearing on his face… Was this a stroke of luck for Qiu Jiangping, or a stroke of misfortune for himself?

    To be “identified” by the Six Gates in such a way?

    Qiu Jiangping knew Shi Hao couldn’t possibly be the killer, but that didn’t stop him from framing him.

    Shi Hao knew he was the killer… but Qiu Jiangping couldn’t possibly know that!

    Shi Yujun quickly scanned the evidence presented by Qiu Jiangping and looked down, “Shi Hao, what is your defense?”

    Shi Hao said calmly, “This is a false accusation. I…”

    Qiu Jiangping stepped forward again, “My lord, I have other witnesses who can prove that Shi Hao intended to kill more than just those who died on Disordered Chess Mountain.”

    Shi Yujun said, “Bring them forward!”

    Qiu Jiangping turned and said, “Please bring Witness Yuan Jia to the stand.”

    Shi Hao, still in shackles, turned and saw a short, thin man with a sharp, monkey-like face, dressed in an official uniform, enter with two court guards.

    Only then did Shi Hao understand why Qiu Jiangping had suddenly targeted him, even risking offending the prefectural government and causing conflict, just to frame him.

    Last night’s encounter had inadvertently cornered them…

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 21

    Chapter 21: The Earth Dog Star

    Thanks to Shi Hao’s meticulous care, after another day, Du Yuejiao’s condition significantly improved.

    If not for his eighth-rank foundation and orthodox Taisu Immortal Pavilion techniques, her recovery wouldn’t have been so swift.

    Du Yuejiao’s internal energy had mostly recovered, and although her body was still weak, she could move around with the help of her own power.

    However, several of her meridians were still blocked, requiring many more days to heal completely. The villain’s finger techniques were truly brutal, and even Daoist true energy needed time to dispel the lingering effects.

    That evening, Du Yuejiao, wearing the young man’s robe and a makeshift grass rope belt, sat under a tree, watching him barbecue with great interest.

    Shi Hao’s skills seemed quite impressive. He carefully collected the dripping grease in a plate, mixed it with spices he carried with him, and brushed it onto the roasting meat repeatedly.

    This was the first time Du Yuejiao had witnessed such a scene of outdoor cooking.

    Having dedicated herself to cultivation in the Chongxian Sect, she had never needed to concern herself with such mundane tasks.

    Now, watching him work so meticulously, she found it strangely captivating.

    Shi Hao used his sword to cut into the half-cooked pheasant, allowing the marinade to penetrate deeper with the hot grease.

    After a while, the pheasant was perfectly roasted, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.

    He tore off a leg, carefully removed the slightly charred outer layer, and then sliced the tender meat into thin strips with a small knife before offering it to the girl under the tree.

    Since she was recovering from a serious illness, she couldn’t eat anything too greasy.

    His attentiveness touched Du Yuejiao.

    As night fell, Du Yuejiao, having rested for a while, felt much better, her energy mostly restored, and wanted to walk around.

    Shi Hao accompanied her on a stroll through the forest.

    The new moon hung in the sky, a thin crescent.

    The stars, in the dim moonlight, shone brightly.

    Shi Hao remained mostly silent, not asking too many questions or doing anything unnecessary, simply accompanying her quietly.

    Du Yuejiao couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person he was.

    She recalled their first encounter, his arrogance and defiance, his refusal to yield.

    Why was he so gentle now? This silent protection, this unspoken consideration, was completely different from the arrogance she had seen before, but it was precisely this difference that touched her even more.

    Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, and the young man behind her grabbed her wrist.

    Du Yuejiao looked at him in surprise.

    Shi Hao whispered, “There’s someone down there!”

    He pulled her behind a tree, hiding in the shadows, and looked down the slope.

    They saw a group of people escorting a number of children through the wilderness.

    The men were dressed in grey tunics, armed with swords and sabers, their faces covered. The children, mostly frail and weak, looked like they came from poor families. Some, unable to keep up, collapsed.

    The men in grey would roughly pull them up, yelling and forcing them to continue. If a child was truly unable to walk, they would carry him, not wanting to slow down.

    Du Yuejiao whispered, “Who are they? What are they doing?”

    Shi Hao whispered, “I heard there’s a group abducting children. It seems these are them. I didn’t expect to find them here.”

    He thought to himself, “With so many refugees in the central plains, such incidents are inevitable. But both Dark Thunder and the barbarian court have noticed this trend. It must be quite widespread for even the barbarian court to pressure the Six Gates to investigate.”

    He observed that the men in grey were organized and trained in martial arts.

    Although most were unranked, there were at least three ninth-rank experts among them.

    These were definitely not ordinary traffickers, but an organized gang.

    He looked at the direction they were heading, even more puzzled. They were going northwest.

    Even for child trafficking or smuggling, they should logically be heading south, towards more prosperous regions.

    West Shu Province was already remote. Further northwest was desolate wilderness. What were they doing taking these children there?

    Shi Hao knew that if it was just business, the children would at least be kept alive.

    Although their fate might not be good, sold to brothels or beggar gangs, they would at least survive for a while.

    But if they were needed by the demonic sects, even survival was uncertain.

    Shi Hao himself was still worried about how he would obtain one hundred “living souls” to advance his demonic cultivation after he mastered the Mysterious Charm Technique.

    Similarly, if someone’s advancement ritual required the blood of children… it was entirely possible.

    He remembered the Enchanting Fire Witch Su Mei’s casual words, “The price isn’t your own,” and “Just find an unnoticed village and slaughter everyone,” her tone indifferent.

    For the demonic sects, such things were perfectly normal.

    Shi Hao turned to Du Yuejiao and whispered, “Miss Du, they’re moving so quickly. They must have a base nearby. I’ll follow them and see which sect they belong to and where their base is, so I can inform the Six Gates. You…”

    Du Yuejiao blurted out, “I’ll go with you.”

    Shi Hao shook his head, “You haven’t fully recovered yet, Miss Du. You shouldn’t exert yourself. Rest in the cave. Don’t worry, I’ll find out who they are and return quickly.”

    Du Yuejiao opened her mouth, then lowered her head and nodded slightly.

    Shi Hao left the cover of the trees, preparing to descend the slope. Behind him, the girl’s voice came again, “Wait.”

    Shi Hao turned and looked at her.

    The girl, looking slightly embarrassed, fidgeted with her hair and whispered, “Just… call me Yuejiao.”

    Shi Hao nodded, “Miss Yuejiao… Yuejiao, wait for me.” Worried that the group might get too far away, he used his movement technique and sped off.

    The girl watched him disappear into the darkness, thinking that he was not only willing to protect her, despite their previous animosity, but also concerned about those unrelated children.

    She thought to herself, “He’s actually such a good person…”


    Shi Hao secretly followed the grey-clad martial artists.

    He hadn’t specifically trained in light-foot techniques, and he didn’t dare to use the Soul Chasing Locking Steps casually.

    He had set a rule for himself: only use the Mysterious Charm Technique, Soul Chasing Locking Steps, and Severing Meridian Burning Heart Finger when disguised with the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique.

    When appearing as himself, he would only use his Daoist foundation and the swordsmanship taught by the Holy Jade Immortal.

    Dual cultivation of Daoist and demonic arts should be his hidden trump card, not to be revealed lightly.

    It was the clever Enchanting Fire Witch who had anticipated this and taught him the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique.

    Although the stars shone brightly, the faint moonlight of the new moon cast the surroundings in darkness.

    The men were moving quickly, occasionally startling nocturnal animals in the desolate wilderness.

    Although he hadn’t trained in specific light-foot techniques, the “Six Immortal Lightning Strikes” included movement techniques that complemented the swordsmanship. Using these techniques, Shi Hao was able to move swiftly through the forest, his feet barely touching the ground.

    They continued deeper into the mountains, entering a desolate, ancient forest, a place rarely visited even by hunters.

    He saw them ascend a mountain peak. That must be their destination.

    The children, exhausted, were being carried by the men in grey.

    Even the men were panting.

    The mountain wasn’t tall, but the trees were dense, obscuring what lay within.

    Shi Hao, not daring to be careless, followed them stealthily, staying close to avoid losing them.

    A strange cooing sound echoed from ahead. Shi Hao quickly hid behind a tree.

    The sound stopped abruptly. He peeked out but couldn’t see them anymore.

    They had vanished into the dim forest.

    Unwilling to give up, he flickered forward, using the trees for cover.

    A dark figure dropped from a tree.

    Shi Hao almost collided with a man with a sharp, monkey-like face.

    The man, startled, let out a shriek.

    He hadn’t noticed Shi Hao either, simply moving quickly through the forest, patrolling the area. He had almost bumped into him by accident.

    His shriek alerted the others. Someone shouted, “Something’s wrong!”

    A flurry of sounds followed.

    Shi Hao thought, “This is bad,” and quickly retreated.

    The short man with the sharp, monkey-like face darted around him. Shi Hao watched him leaping through the trees without making a sound.

    This bizarre sight made him realize why he hadn’t detected him earlier… This was a supernatural ability user.

    He wasn’t using some advanced light-foot technique, but a supernatural ability.

    The man leaped from one tree to another, without even the slightest whoosh of wind that should accompany such movement, appearing beside Shi Hao instantly.

    A blade flashed, attacking Shi Hao from the side, the angle cunning and unpredictable.

    Shi Hao knew the man was trying to stall him, waiting for his companions to arrive. He wouldn’t be entangled.

    He deflected the blade with his sword, his second strike carrying a chilling icy aura, aimed at the man’s throat.

    The short man, startled, kicked off a tree and, with seemingly nothing to push against, abruptly changed direction, appearing on another tree in the distance.

    Shi Hao was now certain he was a supernatural ability user… Changing direction mid-air without any support. If this was a martial arts technique, how powerful was this man?

    He wasn’t even sure if the Holy Jade Immortal or the Enchanting Fire Witch could achieve such effortless movement.

    Unwilling to engage, Shi Hao turned and used his movement technique to rush down the slope.

    The man harassed him from behind, using his ghostly movements to attack and slow him down.

    Shi Hao’s speed decreased, and the sounds of pursuit grew louder, closing in on him.

    Just as the short man thought he had him, Shi Hao’s sword flashed, flying through the air – the “Mysterious Firefly Flying Sword” from the Six Immortal Lightning Strikes.

    The sword energy, like a fleeting firefly, struck the man’s shoulder, drawing blood.

    Shi Hao grasped his hand, and the sword flew back to him, its speed increasing, quickly leaving his pursuers behind.

    Without the interference of the short man with the strange supernatural ability, the others couldn’t catch up. They could only watch as he disappeared into the darkness.


    Shi Hao took a detour and returned to the cave just before dawn.

    He saw a bonfire burning before the cave, and Du Yuejiao sitting beside it, looking anxious.

    She sighed in relief when she saw him emerge from the forest and whispered, “What happened?”

    Shi Hao shook his head helplessly, “I wanted to find their base and then secretly inform the Six Gates. But they have a supernatural ability user among them. His power is bizarre and unpredictable, not only incredibly fast but also completely silent.

    “Although I was careful, I couldn’t detect him in advance, and my plan failed.

    “Now that they know their location has been compromised, they’ll definitely move tonight. That mountain is far from here, even further from the city. Even if I inform the Six Gates now, it’ll be too late. Besides, the city gates are closed; I can’t enter the city.”

    Du Yuejiao thought for a moment and said, “You’re probably talking about the ‘Earth Dog Star.’”

    Shi Hao asked, “Earth Dog Star?”

    Du Yuejiao said, “The Chongxian Sect has records of all the known divine crystals and the supernatural abilities they grant. The person you described has likely absorbed the ‘Earth Dog Star’ divine crystal. It’s an Earthly Fiend type, extremely suitable for assassination and stealth.

    “It’s good that you returned safely after encountering such a supernatural ability user in the dark.”

    As she said “It’s good that you returned safely,” she looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

    Shi Hao thought about it and felt a sense of relief, “I was indeed careful. Although I didn’t detect him in advance, he didn’t notice me either. If he had seen me first, I probably wouldn’t have escaped his assassination.”

    He realized the true power of supernatural abilities.

    Like his Earthly Valor Tiger, which contained the Earthly Valor Star divine crystal.

    As a magical weapon, its power could only be used once a day. But if he absorbed the divine crystal and became an Earthly Valor Star supernatural ability user, he could use the divine form and power at will, significantly increasing his strength.

    The thought alone was tempting.

    Although becoming a supernatural ability user meant he could no longer use any other magical weapons, a significant drawback, many people still couldn’t resist the temptation.

    After all, the ability to use a supernatural power at will was incredibly alluring.

  • After Failing to Find Immortality 65

    Chapter 65: Embarking on a Journey

    Just as Lin Tianlu was about to decline the proposals, everyone at the gate suddenly clutched their stomachs, their faces contorting in pain as a chorus of rumbling sounds filled the air.

    “…”

    The once boisterous crowd fell silent.

    Their expressions turned pale, and after a moment of awkward silence, they apologized profusely.

    Before Lin Tianlu could even respond, they fled in panic, their speed rivaling that of Olympic sprinters. Even the seemingly delicate young ladies ran with surprising agility.

    The street, which had been crowded just moments ago, was now deserted.

    Lin Tianlu stared after them, dumbfounded.

    Especially that frail-looking woman who had just sprinted away like a champion…

    “Appearances can be deceiving.”

    Meanwhile, Mao Ruoyu arrived at the gate, glancing at the retreating figures with a frown.

    Lin Tianlu turned to her, a chuckle escaping his lips.

    “Was that your doing, Madam Mao?”

    “Forgive me, Sir. I didn’t mention before…”

    “I know you’re skilled in Yin techniques, Madam. But are they alright?”

    “They were disturbing your peace, Sir. I just gave them a little lesson. They’ll recover soon.”

    Mao Ruoyu looked around the courtyard curiously. “Miss Hua isn’t practicing her swordsmanship today?”

    If Hua Shuya had been present, those people wouldn’t have been so bold as to come here with their marriage proposals.

    “She heard that we’re leaving today, so she went to the market to buy supplies.”

    Mao Ruoyu’s expression faltered.

    She lowered her eyes and sighed softly. “So you’re really going to Fuyang Prefecture?”

    “I’ll be back soon.”

    Lin Tianlu smiled. “Your cooking has spoiled me, Madam Mao. I wouldn’t be able to handle a month away from it.”

    “You flatter me, Sir.” Mao Ruoyu blushed. “Have you told Miss Cheng?”

    “Miss Cheng knew about it a long time ago.”

    Lin Tianlu nodded slightly. “She even arranged the carriage for us.”

    Mao Ruoyu was surprised, but she quickly chuckled softly. “Miss Cheng will probably regret letting you slip away for half a month, Sir.

    Well, I’ll go and get something for you as a farewell gift. It’s just a simple embroidered pouch I made, but it might be useful on your journey.”

    It was noon.

    Lin Tianlu had packed his bags and was waiting outside with Mao Ruoyu.

    At that moment, three carriages arrived at the gate. A young girl with braided hair and a delicate, youthful face, about fourteen or fifteen years old, stepped out.

    Lin Tianlu recognized her.

    He had met this girl when he dropped Cheng Yishi off at the Cheng residence a few mornings ago. She was Cheng Yishi’s personal maid, attending to her needs.

    The girl’s eyes lit up as she hurried towards Lin Tianlu and bowed.

    “Master, the carriages are ready.”

    “…”

    Mao Ruoyu’s expression turned strange.

    “Ah! Forgive my slip of the tongue, Sir.” The maid quickly covered her mouth. “Mr. Lin, please allow me to carry your luggage to the carriage.”

    Lin Tianlu chuckled awkwardly and handed her his bags.

    Watching the girl rush back to the carriage, Mao Ruoyu teased, “That Cheng girl is quite clever.”

    “She must be close to Miss Cheng.”

    Lin Tianlu turned and called out towards the house,

    “Miss Hua, are you ready?”

    “Coming!”

    Hua Shuya emerged from the house, carrying her sword and a bag, her hair slightly disheveled as she adjusted it.

    She was now dressed in her traveling attire, the same outfit she had worn when they first met, her appearance heroic and capable.

    “Sorry to keep you waiting, Senior. I was just…”

    “It’s alright. It takes time for a woman to prepare.”

    Lin Tianlu looked at the empty courtyard, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

    “I’ve grown attached to this place after living here for half a month.”

    He glanced at the familiar courtyard, his eyes lingering on the locust tree.

    “Remember to watch over the house. Don’t let any thieves steal anything.”

    The Locust Sword within the tree trembled slightly, as if understanding his words.

    Lin Tianlu smiled in satisfaction and closed the gate, handing the key to Mao Ruoyu.

    “Take care of yourself, Madam Mao. I’ll see you in half a month.”

    Lin Tianlu and Hua Shuya boarded the carriage and waved goodbye. “I’ll bring you back some gifts.”

    Mao Ruoyu smiled gently. “Have a safe journey.”

    She stood at the gate, watching as the carriage disappeared into the distance.

    When it was out of sight, she clutched the key tightly, a soft smile on her lips. “May the wind be at your back.”

    The carriage journeyed smoothly, attracting no attention.

    People on the streets continued with their lives, vendors hawking their wares, customers haggling in shops, a tapestry of everyday life unfolding before them.

    Lin Tianlu looked out the window and noticed a familiar child with braided hair diligently wiping tables inside a medicine shop.

    An elderly man was smiling and talking to him, handing him a cup of tea.

    Suddenly, as if sensing something, the boy turned his head and looked towards the street.

    He rushed outside, but he could only watch as the carriage disappeared into the distance, a look of disappointment on his face. “Sir…”

    “Xueshan, was there someone you knew in that carriage?”

    “…Yes.”

    The child, Xueshan, nodded softly. “That man saved me. He’s my benefactor.”

    The old doctor chuckled and stroked his beard. “Then you must learn your skills well, so you can repay his kindness someday.

    The most important thing in life is these precious connections. If you don’t even know gratitude, you’re no different from a heartless beast. No matter how much wealth or status you have, the stain of ingratitude will follow you forever.”

    “I understand!”

    Xueshan clenched his fists, his spirits lifted.

    At the gate of Changling County…

    The carriage came to a stop. The Cheng family maid turned to Lin Tianlu and said, “Sir, there’s someone here to see you.”

    “To see me?”

    Lin Tianlu quickly stepped out of the carriage and saw a dignified middle-aged man standing before him. He approached and bowed. “May I ask who you are, Sir?”

    “I am Tang Haifeng, the county magistrate of Changling. Greetings, Master Lin.”

    Tang Haifeng bowed deeply.

    The county magistrate?

    Lin Tianlu was surprised.

    “Why are you here, Magistrate?”

    “I heard that Miss Hua was leaving on urgent business, so I assumed you might be leaving the county as well, Master Lin.”

    Tang Haifeng bowed respectfully. “On behalf of the people of Changling County, I would like to thank you for your contributions these past few days. Especially your heroic act of slaying the demon last night. I’m truly impressed!”

    Lin Tianlu chuckled. “There’s no need for such praise, Magistrate Tang. I was just doing my duty.”

    “You’re too kind, Sir.” Tang Haifeng hesitated for a moment. “I’ve prepared some silver and silk…”

    “Please give it to Madam Mao, my neighbor. She can use it.”

    “Don’t worry, Master Lin. We’ll make sure that Madam Mao is well taken care of in Changling County.”

    After exchanging a few pleasantries, they said goodbye.

    As he watched the carriage depart, Tang Haifeng’s face was filled with admiration.

    “I was intimidated by his aura when I visited his residence before. I thought he would be a stern and unapproachable man. But Master Lin is so humble and polite. I was truly worried for nothing.”

    “It’s a pity that he’s leaving now…”

    The officer beside him whispered, “Miss Hua said she’ll be back in half a month, Sir.”

    “Really?!”

    Tang Haifeng’s face lit up with joy.

    “That’s wonderful! When Master Lin returns, I must visit him and ask for his guidance!”

    The carriage slowly left the county. As night fell, they arrived at a small town.

    After having dinner at an inn, Lin Tianlu and Hua Shuya went upstairs to rest. They would leave Changling County tomorrow.

    Naturally, they were staying in separate rooms. After saying goodnight, Lin Tianlu entered his room and unpacked his bag.

    The room was dark.

    A chilling aura lingered in the air.

    “This isn’t even a remote area. Surely there won’t be any ghosts trying to scare me.”

    Lin Tianlu chuckled, shaking his head. He took off his robe and was about to light the candles.

    Then, he saw a figure sitting on the bed.

    “…”

    Bang!

    The door slammed shut, as if pushed by an unseen force.

    “Giggle~”

    A soft, seductive chuckle echoed in his ear, and a cold body pressed against him from behind.

    Was this… The Ring?

    “Mr. Lin, I’ve been waiting for you.”

    Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Tianlu couldn’t help but chuckle.

    So it was A Chinese Ghost Story.

    “Miss Cheng, what are you doing here?”

    He turned around and saw Cheng Yishi standing behind him, dressed in a light-colored ruqun that accentuated her slender figure.

    “I won’t be able to express my feelings for half a month, so I came to see you.”

    Cheng Yishi smiled gently, her hands clasped behind her back. “I was on my way to handle some business and happened to be passing through. So I decided to visit you, Sir…”

    Her eyes flashed with a red light. “And spend some quality time with you.”

    As she spoke, she loosened her sash, her already loose robe slipping down her arm, revealing her delicate shoulder and collarbone. She leaned in, her face filled with a seductive charm.

    But…

    Lin Tianlu quickly grabbed the falling fabric and pulled it back up, adjusting her robe.

    He even smoothed her hair.

    “Eh?”

    Cheng Yishi blinked her eyes, a puzzled look on her face.

    “You were crying your eyes out, begging for mercy just a couple of days ago. Perhaps you should take better care of yourself.”

    Lin Tianlu guided her to the bed and pulled a small table over, taking out a few books from his bag with a cheerful smile.

    “Tonight, we’re having a book club!”

    “…”

    Cheng Yishi sat down, a dazed look on her face, then a blush crept onto her cheeks as she recalled the exhilarating experience from two nights ago.

    “W-well, if that’s what you want, Sir… I’ll join you.”

    She leaned against him shyly, her heart pounding.

    Although her eyes were on the book, her mind was racing, filled with romantic fantasies.

    She bit her lip and rested her head on his shoulder.

    Lin Tianlu was startled, but he didn’t push her away. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and they began discussing the book, their voices filled with laughter.

    They were having a great time finding plot holes and inconsistencies in the story.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 160

    Chapter 160: Mu Zhi’an, Core Formation!

    For a moment, Ye Lingxuan wondered if she had misheard.

    For months, she had been agonizing over the consequences of her relationship with Mu Zhi’an, fearing her sister’s discovery.

    Finally, after Ye Yu’s arrival and his exposé of Mu Zhi’an’s “two-timing,” she had decided to confess.

    She had anticipated various reactions, but this… this was completely unexpected.

    As she struggled to process this absurd situation, Qian’er’s voice, laced with a hint of embarrassment, reached her ears. “It’s not that I like seeing you and Brother Mu together… I just don’t mind it…”

    Her hobby was too strange. After much hesitation, she couldn’t bring herself to reveal it to her sister.

    “But you just said you liked…” Lingxuan stared at her, utterly bewildered.

    “Because you and Brother Mu are both people I love… so seeing you together doesn’t bother me,” Qian’er explained softly.

    Despite using a discreet voice transmission, her voice was barely a whisper.

    “Besides, I’ve known for a while that you and Brother Mu sometimes… do things in your room…”

    Lingxuan’s smile froze. She tilted her head, staring at her sister.

    She felt like she had been living a lie.

    She couldn’t understand Qian’er anymore.

    An awkward silence descended upon the pavilion. Mu Zhi’an glanced at the two sisters, who were staring at each other intently.

    They’re using voice transmissions… He could tell by their expressions.

    What are they talking about? Why am I excluded? Can’t we create a group chat…?

    He couldn’t very well interrupt them, so he simply sipped his tea, his gaze shifting between the two sisters, patiently awaiting the outcome.

    After a while, Qian’er blushed, nodding shyly.

    Lingxuan’s smile returned, her expression regaining its usual serenity.

    “Lingxuan, what did you tell Qian’er?” he asked, transmitting his voice.

    She glanced at him, a playful smile gracing her lips. “I’m not telling~”

    It seems Lingxuan told her something, and Qian’er accepted it… He understood.

    That’s why they seemed so harmonious now.

    He didn’t press the issue, seeing her mischievous smile.

    He wasn’t unconcerned, but it wasn’t the right time or place to pry.

    He could always extract the information from her later.

    As for how… hehe…

    “Qian’er, shall I walk you back?” he asked, turning to her.

    “Are you leaving after you walk us back, Brother Mu?” she asked, sensing his intentions.

    He patted her head gently. “There seems to be something going on at the Pilgrimage Palace. I want to go and check it out. I’ll come back later.”

    “Come back later?” Lingxuan scoffed. “You’ll probably be too busy fawning over Sister Ruoxi to remember us.”

    Girl, you’re too smart for your own good… He chuckled. “You seem to have the wrong idea about me, Lingxuan.”

    “But that’s how you are, Brother Mu,” Qian’er chimed in, siding with her sister.

    What did they talk about? Why are they ganging up on me…? He stared at Qian’er, who was clinging to her sister, seemingly more attached to her than usual.

    He couldn’t understand.

    Shouldn’t she be heartbroken knowing her sister was with the man she loved…? Her behavior was completely unexpected.

    He shook his head, pushing the thought aside. “Let’s go back,” he said.

    The Pilgrimage Palace was his priority. He could deal with Lingxuan and Qian’er later.

    Boom!

    A thunderous roar echoed from the Pilgrimage Palace.

    Lightning illuminated the dark sky, casting an eerie glow over the plaza.

    The disciples who had been lingering had all gone to the Pilgrimage Palace, leaving the plaza deserted.

    Ye Qian walked beside him, her hand in his. She paused, turning towards the Pilgrimage Palace, her gaze drawn to the source of the thunder.

    “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

    She snapped out of her daze. “I hear a voice calling me from the Pilgrimage Palace. It sounds… familiar,” she said softly.

    Hmm…?

    He stared at her, his mind reeling.

    You too?

    First, it was Bai Ruoxi’s golden finger, then Ye Lingxuan’s, then Wei Mengrou, who was practically a walking cheat code… and now Qian’er…?

    “Are you sure, Qian’er?”

    The “Friend of the Antagonists” title on his interface was glowing brighter than ever. It meant the being sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace was likely a powerful antagonist.

    And Qian’er was claiming to hear a “familiar” voice calling her?

    He had already suspected that Bai Ruoxi, Ye Lingxuan, and the others were the true “protagonists.”

    However, hearing Qian’er’s claim still surprised him.

    But it was a good thing.

    The more powerful allies he had, the better.

    He made up his mind. “Alright, Qian’er. Let’s go to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

    “If there’s truly an opportunity there, it might benefit your cultivation,” he added.

    She hesitated. “Will I be a burden, Brother Mu…?”

    He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t say that, Qian’er. You’re not a burden.”

    She blushed, lowering her head silently.

    Ye Lingxuan watched them, a pang of jealousy stabbing at her heart.

    She had accepted his relationship with her sister, but seeing them together still bothered her.

    She felt a hand gently grasp hers.

    She looked up to see Mu Zhi’an gazing at her warmly.

    Though he didn’t speak, his eyes conveyed his feelings.

    A wave of warmth spread through her, her heart filled with a sweet ache. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze.

    She might appear cool and aloof, an unapproachable goddess in the eyes of others, but she was still a young girl, her heart fluttering under her beloved’s gentle touch.

    “It’s a shame I haven’t reached the Core Formation Realm yet. This trip to the Pilgrimage Palace would be much easier,” he sighed.

    He had been stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for over a month.

    Few cultivators, like Bai Ruoxi, could comprehend their “Dao” and advance to the Core Formation Realm so quickly.

    The Peak Masters and Yan Ruyu, the Master of the Book Pavilion, had visited the Garden of Heavenly Harmony several times, but they couldn’t offer much help with his cultivation.

    After all, the “Dao” each cultivator pursued at the Core Formation Realm was unique.

    Bai Ruoxi’s “Dao” had granted her the Heart-Binding Lock, while Wei Mengrou’s had granted her the ability to conceal her presence.

    As for his own “Dao”… he still hadn’t figured it out.

    “Father once told me that the Core Formation tribulation is a reflection of a cultivator’s life experiences. You’ve had such a colorful past, Brother Mu. If you reflect on it carefully, I’m sure you’ll reach the Core Formation Realm soon,” Ye Lingxuan said with a smile.

    He glanced at her, chuckling. “I know you’re trying to comfort me, Lingxuan, but that sounded like a subtle insult.”

    She blinked innocently, tilting her head. “Didn’t you have a colorful past, Brother Mu?”

    Brothels, pleasure houses, countless dates… most people couldn’t even imagine such experiences.

    “I’ve turned over a new leaf!” he insisted.

    He quickly changed the subject. “Let’s go to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

    This topic was too dangerous. He had to avoid it before the Ye sisters ganged up on him.

    But she’s right… The Core Formation Dao is connected to one’s life experiences. Setting aside Ruoxi’s Heart-Binding Lock, Mengrou’s ability to conceal her presence stemmed from her lonely childhood.

    So what is my “Dao”… ?

    He pondered this as he walked towards the Pilgrimage Palace with the Ye sisters, crossing the golden bridge adorned with talismans.

    The recent tremors had drawn a crowd of disciples, who were pointing at the bronze gate near the altar, their voices filled with speculation.

    “The voice is coming from behind that door!” Ye Qian exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the gate.

    Coming from behind the door…?

    He frowned, staring at the ancient bronze gate.

    “Child, come here…” A faint, eerie voice echoed in his mind.

    He froze.

    The same voice he had heard when he had first arrived at the sect.

    “Come here…”

    Goosebumps erupted on his skin as he turned to Ye Qian.

    She stared at the gate, her lips pursed, seemingly unafraid.

    “Qian’er, what did the voice say to you?” he asked.

    “It was a beautiful voice. It told me to enter the gate and find her,” she replied hesitantly.

    “A beautiful voice…?”

    “Yes, it sounded like a woman. It was very beautiful,” she confirmed, nodding.

    So we’re hearing different things…?

    To her, the voice represented a paradise beyond the gate.

    But to him, it evoked images of a desolate battlefield.

    And no one else seemed to hear it…

    He asked Ye Lingxuan, and she shook her head, confirming she hadn’t heard anything.

    Is it filtering the cultivators who can enter the gate…?

    This is strange. Why are we hearing different things? I want to hear a beautiful woman’s voice too… He thought, frustrated.

    “Little one, bring those with you to see me…”

    A clear, melodious voice echoed in his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

    He looked up at the gate.

    That was the voice Qian’er had heard.

    It was indeed beautiful… but not as good as Ling Long’s “Aaa.”

    Before he could ponder the voice’s origin, a wave of understanding washed over him.

    He couldn’t explain it, but for the past month, he had felt stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment, his path forward blocked.

    But that voice… it was like a drop of water on parched earth, revitalizing his entire being.

    The roadblock had vanished.

    Boom!

    A thunderous roar echoed through the sky as rain began to pour.

    He looked up, his eyes widening in realization.

    Storm clouds gathered above the Pilgrimage Palace.

    The Peak Masters, meditating in their secluded chambers, opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes filled with anticipation.

    Mu Zhi’an’s Core Formation tribulation had finally arrived!