"The person the Heavenly Ministry is looking for is from the Land of Despair …" Before Emissary Mahoraga could finish his sentence, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a thick fragrance filled his nostrils. He immediately felt dizzy and forgot what he was going to say.
However, Mahoraga was a handpicked expert after all. His mind went blank and he knew something was wrong. He instinctively reached out to grab Nine-Tailed. Nine-Tailed's nine golden tails spread out and swept past his face. That person reached out and grabbed a bit of Nine-Tailed's long hair.
Stroking Nine-Tailed's hair and hurting my face …
Before the emissary could grab the slippery tail, he heard a sinister voice say, "How dare you touch my pet?"
Then he felt a pain in his hand.
Red light splashed.
Nine-Tailed giggled and slid away, running back to Di Feitian in a flattering manner.
Mahoraga lowered his head in shock and saw that the layer of skin on his hand had disappeared at some point.
He didn't see a sword or a blade, nor did he see any hidden weapons or internal energy. It was as if the other party had only said one sentence and the two fingers he grabbed were now two bloody bones.
Mahoraga sucked in a breath and looked up at Di Feitian. "Sir, how can you be so domineering …"
He was afraid of Di Feitian's power and spoke politely because he was injured. However, before he could finish, there was a loud slap.
With a crisp sound, a pile of bloody teeth fell all over the ground.
"Ah!" Emissary Mahoraga fell back, blood gushing out of his mouth. His cheek quickly swelled up, and a bright red handprint appeared on it.
His emissaries cried out in alarm. Without waiting for the Mahoraga Emissary's order, they drew their weapons and charged forward.
The temple had a rule: if their master was humiliated, their subjects would die. If their martial arts were inferior to the opponent's, it would be fine if they were injured. However, this slap had caused the Evergreen Shrine, which stood at the apex of the firmament, to lose all face. At this moment, even if they knew that their opponent was strong, they still had to act for the sake of the shrine's dignity.
Mahoraga covered his face and waved his hand. "Take him down!"
Hundreds of white-robed envoys moved and formed a formation, trapping Di Feitian in the middle. Di Feitian calmly took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands. He said in dissatisfaction, "You didn't even shave your beard cleanly! He poked my hand. "
He threw away the silk handkerchief in disdain and stood in the middle with his arms crossed. He did not try to seize the initiative and waited for them calmly in the midst of chaos.
Tuoba Mingzhu stood there in a daze. At this moment, she suddenly pulled Zhangsun Wuji, indicating for him to retreat. Zhangsun Wuji looked back with a questioning gaze. Tuoba Mingzhu said in a low voice, "Don't get involved rashly. Let's wait and see first."
Her eyes flashed as she glanced at the Mahoraga Emissary. The Mahoraga Tribe was under the command of the Third Elder and belonged to a different faction from the Garuda Tribe. There was no need for her to sacrifice her strength for the Mahoraga Tribe.
Of course, since she was here, it would be a crime for her to just stand by and watch. Tuoba Mingzhu paid attention to the situation. If the enemy was too strong, she would send a few subordinates to help and then withdraw the main force. When the time came, she would report to the Great King and the Elders that the enemy was too strong and we could not defeat them. We rushed back to report.
She turned back and said this to Zhangsun Wuji. Then, she turned back, intending to assess the situation before making a decision. However, when she turned her head, her eyes widened.
In that instant, the envoys who had just finished setting up the formation silently fell to the ground.
Master Di Feitian stood proudly among the crowd. He raised his eyebrows and light rippled in his palm.
He had only done one thing just now.
He released the seven-colored demonic light that he had taken back from Fei Yan.
The witchcraft of a top-notch Great Magus used by the Sorcerer God against the lower-level subordinates of the Evergreen Temple was like a tiger against a horse, or a giant against a child. It was absolutely shameless and had the upper hand.
When light-type martial arts met dark witchcraft, they naturally countered each other. It all depended on who was stronger. That was why the subordinates of the Evergreen Temple were all out of luck at this moment.
The seven-colored demonic fire that had been trapped in the darkness for a long time danced in the air. In an instant, it cut countless deep wounds on the bodies of the envoys. Because it was too fast, their clothes were in tatters, but no blood could be seen. After a long while, the crisscrossing crimson marks appeared, glaring on their white clothes as if they had been draped in a bloody net.
Di Feitian stepped on one of the envoys and laughed at the sky. "So you're all good-for-nothings like this? What a disappointment. I was planning to pay a proper visit up the mountain, but now I feel that your Temple Master is not worthy. Tell him to come down and see me! "
He kicked the envoy away and sent Messenger Mahoraga flying. Di Feitian raised his eyebrows and said, "Hurry up, I'm waiting here!"
"Issue my order. Ask for reinforcements from the nearby garrisons. Ask for reinforcements from the nearby Oracles!" Messenger Mahoraga took a few steps back and shouted.
"Whoosh!" A green flaming arrow shot into the sky, exploding into a huge red meteor above the clouds.
The color of the flaming arrow changed continuously, reflecting the fear and anger of Messenger Mahoraga, the disdain and indifference of Di Feitian, the hesitation and uneasiness of Tuoba Mingzhu, and the faint smile of Zhangsun Wuji in the depths of the shadows.
Meng Fuyao moved to Di Feitian's side and tugged at his sleeve. "Sir, don't get me into trouble because of you. I have no intention of challenging the entire Evergreen Temple."
"Just back off," Di Feitian said nonchalantly. "Leave first. I'll catch up to you when I'm done."
He extended his hand and flicked a strand of flaming arrow into the carriage where Yun Hen was sleeping. "I'm going to fight my way up here and show them the might of the Fufeng Sorcery. I don't have time to chase after you, so I'll help you save this kid. The condition is, no matter what, you have to protect Vajra for me."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes! " She quickly hugged Vajra from Zhangsun Wuji and sincerely swore, "From now on, Vajra is my life, my liver, my eyeballs, my soul …"
Vajra struggled with all his might and stretched out his claws to kick Fuyao. "F * ck your mother! I don't want to be your eyeball! I'm going to dig your eyeballs out! "
Di Feitian did not even look at his violent pet. With a flick of his finger, a golden and white light flashed, and the Nine-Tailed Ingot was bounced back. "Take all these burdens away. I don't have time to take care of them!"
Meng Fuyao picked them up one by one and murmured with tears in her eyes, "Sir, you're so generous …"
She kept the two of her pets in her sleeves and placed Vajra on the most distinguished position on her shoulder to express her gratitude to the generous and kind Sorcerer God. In fact, Di Feitian only wanted to show off the Sorcerer God's might and did not want to use any powerful exotic beasts as assistance. Moreover, he was already tired of playing with Master Ingot …
Meng Fuyao, who felt that she had taken advantage of the situation, was moved to tears. The Sorcerer God raised his head and revealed a treacherous smile. He had always been indifferent when Vajra was by his side, and there was a chance that something would go wrong when he fought his way up. But now that he had given it to Meng Fuyao … He believed that she would really protect Vajra as her own eyeball, and that the spirit would be much safer with her than with him.
'That kid is so cunning …' the Sorcerer God thought.
"Messenger Mahoraga!" Tuoba Mingzhu's face turned pale when she saw the situation. She waved her sleeves and said anxiously, "The intruder is fierce and disregards the Temple's divine might. I will rush to the Sacred Mountain for you and seek the Temple Master's divine permission to come to your aid!"
"Messenger Jinnala, please go ahead!" The Mahoraga emissary didn't even look at her and answered stiffly. He knew the relationship between the two tribes and didn't expect Jinnaro to help him. Who knows, maybe it was his own people who would stab him in the back.
"Let's go!" Tuoba Mingzhu did not care about his expression. She waved her hand and led the way.
Meng Fuyao followed closely with the pet she had lost and regained. Looking at the colorful fireworks around her, she calculated how much power the Sorcerer God would attract from the Temple and whether or not he would be able to relieve some of the pressure on her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt bad for using the Sorcerer God. Turning around, she saw the Sorcerer God grinning maliciously. His eyes glinted as he slowly lifted his leg and stepped on the face of Messenger Mahoraga, who had already fallen to the ground …
Fuyao immediately felt that perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, to the Sorcerer God, who was strong, ferocious, and unrestrained by morality and social ethics, as long as there was a fight, regardless of whether he used it or not, it would be a blessing …
= = = =
At the beginning of the eighth month of the sixty-third year of the Divine Rule of the Firmament, the Sorcerer God, Di Feitian, broke into the Firmament's inner region and annihilated the patrol team of the Mahoraga Tribe at the foot of the Divine Mountain of Evergreen. He killed the Mahoraga Tribe's Oracle, who was returning to the mountain at the foot of the Divine Mountain of Evergreen. Di Feitian then faced the troops stationed at the Divine Mountain and the subordinates of the Eight Tribes who had rushed over to help. Di Feitian used his ever-changing Fufeng magic to challenge the Divine Arts of the Divine Hall of Evergreen, which had ruled the Firmament for three hundred years. He declared that he would trample the Eight Tribes under his feet. When the Hall Master of the Divine Hall of Evergreen, Li Yong, greeted him with every step he took, the Sorcerer God became even more frenzied. Along the way, blood rained down from the sky.
The Sorcerer God Di Feitian single-handedly stirred up the Firmament Inner Realm, causing the Evergreen Immortal Temple's attention to be drawn to the powerful enemy heading north. Messenger Jinluo and Deputy Asura, who had volunteered to report the enemy's situation, had arrived at the foot of the Evergreen Immortal Mountain after days and nights of travel.
"I wonder if the Four Realms will change because of the enemy's invasion." Zhangsun Wuji stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the vast snow-capped mountains in front of him. A strong wind came from the foot of the mountain, swirling around and fluttering everyone's long hair. Zhangsun Wuji's dark hair scattered in the wind, accentuating his pale face. He raised his head slightly, as if listening to the voice coming from the depths of the Firmament Inner Realm.
Tuoba Mingzhu straightened the fur on her collar, not to block the wind, but to make herself look pitiful. Her eyes sparkled as she said sweetly, "Everyone knows that the Firmament Inner Realm has four realms: Nine Underworlds, Dark Realm, Floating Cloud Realm, and Heaven Realm. They think that those four realms are fixed locations, but they don't know that our four realms are actually four great formations that can be set up anywhere. Now that that person has invaded, the Mahoraga Tribe has suffered heavy losses, so they must have adjusted the four realms."
"The movement of the four realms has always been controlled by the Mahoraga Tribe. The way to victory is to appear unpredictably, entering the formation before the enemy even notices. How can they not win when they are prepared?" Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "So even if you and I guess here, we won't be able to guess it."
"The Temple Master is a person with divine abilities, so he should know," Tuoba Mingzhu said. Tuoba Mingzhu said, "Once Your Highness becomes the Hall Master, you will be imbued with divine powers, and you will be able to inherit the Hall Master's divine arts."
Zhangsun Wuji nodded. "Everyone knows that the Divine Arts of the Evergreen Divine Temple dominate the world, but they don't know that the true Divine Arts are only in the hands of a few people. The reason why Evergreen is evergreen is because of its supreme martial strength."
"Since it's a Divine Art that everyone knows, what's the point of being a god?" Tuoba Mingzhu smiled. "I heard that the Temple Master's ascension is just around the corner. This is a great blessing for the entire temple, but I don't know which king will inherit the Temple Master's position."
Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her and smiled faintly. "Miss, you just said that the Divine Master will inherit the Temple Master's position."
"Has it never occurred to you, Asura Emissary, that there might be exceptions to this rule?" Tuoba Mingzhu smiled meaningfully. "Deputy Envoy, do you not know about the conflict between King Jinnara and the Divine Master?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without saying a word, but Tuoba Mingzhu refused to let go of this topic. "King Jinnara is also a member of the Temple Master's faction. He has the full support of King Garuda and the other elders. It is said that even the newly established King Gandharva admires King Jinnara. Now that the Temple Master is about to ascend, and the Divine Master has yet to return, has the Asura Division, which has always maintained a neutral position, not made a choice?"
"I am but a deputy envoy dispatched by the Asura Division. How could I know of the king's divine judgment?" Zhangsun Wuji looked up at the temple in the distance and said softly, "No matter which king takes the Temple Master's position, it will be good to me."
Intentionally or unintentionally, he turned around and glanced at Meng Fuyao and Yun Hen, who were listening attentively. They knew that this discussion was of great importance. The more Meng Fuyao listened, the paler her face became, not because of fear, but because of Zhangsun Wuji's familiarity with the Evergreen Divine Temple.
It was impossible to understand the Evergreen Divine Hall to such an extent with mere words. At this point, Zhangsun Wuji's identity was on the verge of being revealed. She listened quietly, her fingers slowly wrapping around the reins in her hands, tightening them bit by bit.
He was indeed … a disciple of the Evergreen Divine Temple.
Peerless martial arts, a powerful master, and too many clues that accompanied Zhangsun Wuji along the way slowly revealed to her that Zhangsun Wuji's master must be extraordinary. Other than the Evergreen Divine Temple, which was high up on the Divine Mountain, where else could have produced such a weirdo like Zhangsun Wuji?
But now that she understood his identity, Meng Fuyao did not feel a shred of joy. In fact, she even hesitated and took a step back.
Her journey to Qiong Cang had been smooth and unimpeded, all thanks to the Luo Envoy's protection. The people searching everywhere had been diverted away, and it was clear that it was all Wuji's doing. For her, he did not hesitate to deceive the Luo Envoy, enter the forbidden area at the foot of Qiong Cang Mountain, and tell her all the secrets of the Evergreen Divine Temple. If these actions were discovered by the temple, what kind of punishment would he receive?
In the martial arts world, deceiving one's master and betraying one's faith was an extremely serious crime. It was a road to death no matter where one went. Although Zhangsun Wuji was rich and powerful, he was still a disciple of the Evergreen Divine Temple. If the temple master with great magical powers knew his weakness, how could Wuji resist?
Meng Fuyao understood charlatans very well, especially charlatans who combined politics and religion. If they did not have some secret methods, it would be impossible for them to firmly rule a temple or a country. Ignorant people could believe in divine authority, but the Evergreen Divine Temple was full of experts. Why would they submit to one person for so many years?
Meng Fuyao shuddered at the thought. Yun Hen, who was beside her, immediately reached out and tried to tighten the cloak for her. Meng Fuyao tilted her head and forced a smile at him. Seeing the flowing spirit in his eyes, it was obvious that his skills had improved by another level. She could not help but feel slightly happy. But when she saw Yun Hen's contented smile after escaping from death, her joy was suddenly replaced by a faint sorrow.
Her eyes were dark and her expression was gloomy. Yun Hen looked at her in confusion, but she shook her head and only looked at the back view in front of her, who had been talking and laughing with Tuoba Mingzhu all along.
What could she say?
Wuji.
Why didn't you tell me earlier … You're so smart. I always thought you only knew the inside story of the Evergreen Divine Temple.
Why didn't you tell me your identity earlier? If you did, I wouldn't have traveled with you from the start.
If I had known earlier, I would have … backed out for you.
But now, it was too late to turn back.
I'm … afraid.
= = = =
"Let's go back." Tuoba Mingzhu looked ahead. "The Cloud Bridge has been opened. If we miss the hour, it will close."
The Divine Temple had set up another entrance for its disciples, one that was staggered from the Four Great Realms. The Four Great Realms were used to deal with intruders and outsiders who came to worship the Divine Temple. The Cloud Bridge was the true entrance for the disciples.
Zhangsun Wuji hummed and gestured for Meng Fuyao to follow. Tuoba Mingzhu suddenly turned around and said in disgust, "Lowly people live at the foot of the mountain. How can they enter the Divine Temple?"
"These are the attendants of the Asura King's Palace. I've been entrusted by the King to bring them out to purchase some items," Zhangsun Wuji said lightly. "I still have to bring them back to the King to report."
Tuoba Mingzhu frowned and hesitated for a moment without saying anything. Meng Fuyao suddenly took a step back.
She retreated behind Zhangsun Wuji.
She then bowed and said, "We dare not enter the Divine Temple with you. Please return to report to the King and wait for the King to summon us."
She pretended to hold up an empty box that she had taken out earlier. "Oracle, please pass the purchase to the King."
The box was suspended in mid-air, and no one took it. Meng Fuyao looked up and met Zhangsun Wuji's gaze.
His eyes were full of deep meaning, filled with doubt, understanding, sighing, helplessness, hesitation … and so on.
Their gazes met in an instant. The two of them had known each other for a long time, and their hearts were connected. In an instant, they completed their eye contact.
"I'm not going with you."
"Why?"
"From now on, I'll go on my own. Meng Fuyao will go to the Divine Temple and have nothing to do with Zhangsun Wuji."
"Don't be afraid that I'll be blamed. It's fine."
"No!"
Their gazes met, and thousands of words were exchanged. Then, both of them looked away.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and respectfully handed the empty box to Zhangsun Wuji again.
'Wuji … you've always been the one protecting me. This is the only way I can protect you …'
Tuoba Mingzhu had already turned to look at her strangely after holding the box for so long. Meng Fuyao was secretly anxious. If not for the fact that she had to play the role of a servant, she would have stuffed the box into Zhangsun Wuji's hands and kicked him away.
She stooped low, raised her hands high above her head, and lowered her head as low as she could, trying her best to maintain this extremely humble and humble posture, forcing Zhangsun Wuji to take it, unable to bear it any longer.
'Feel sorry for me, feel sorry for me …' Meng Fuyao wailed in her heart. 'Please feel sorry for me …'
The box in her hands moved slightly, and someone finally took it.
Meng Fuyao felt relieved. She raised her head and saw Zhangsun Wuji looking at her quietly with the box in his hands.
At that moment, the look in his eyes was even richer than before. His gaze was filled with countless emotions, as if he was bidding farewell and consoling her. Meng Fuyao's heart tightened.
Then, he turned his head and took out a small brocade pouch from his sleeve. He handed it to her and said, "I just remembered that there's something I need to pass to the Asura Emissary. He should be arriving soon. Help me wait for him at the foot of the mountain and pass this brocade pouch to him."
Meng Fuyao bowed and received it. Zhangsun Wuji looked at her deeply again and turned around.
The snowy wind rushed over from the rolling mountains and gently swirled around his feet. He turned in the wind, and the corner of his faintly fragrant robe was lifted by the wind, brushing against Meng Fuyao's cheek. The smooth satin and the deep scent of snow were like clouds brushing past. It was soft and cool, like an unknown and inexplicable emotion at that moment.
Without turning back, he spurred his horse and left.
In the mist at the foot of the mountain, Meng Fuyao stood in a daze, watching his back view as he left. Her breath turned into frost, forming the outline of his back. It was written in the vast mountains, in the blue sky, and in his longing eyes.
She watched him leave in silence, her heart sinking bit by bit. An ominous feeling suddenly arose, pounding against her heart. Meng Fuyao clutched her chest, not daring to blink as she stared at his back view. In a trance, she recalled that all these years, he had never turned his back to her. He had never turned around in front of her. He was always by her side, and whenever he turned his head, she could see his eternal smile.
But today, at the end of the road, at the foot of the Temple Mountain, she had personally forced him to turn around. The clattering of the horse's hooves shattered the snow and the thousands of words written in her heart. Those words shattered in the knife-like wind of the Evergreen Mountains, shattering into the silver moonlight that quietly floated at the end of the long sky.
Meng Fuyao smiled, and tears came out of her eyes.
'Wuji.
After today's separation, perhaps we will never meet again.
'No matter what.'
'You must live well.'
= = =
The deep road spiraled up to the clouds. The road could not actually be called a road, but rather a suspension bridge that stretched across the mountains. The bridge was silvery white, floating in the cold mountain fog like a cloud. Hence, it was called the Cloud Bridge.
The last section of the road to the Evergreen Temple was the Cloud Bridge. Once the bridge was closed, no one could cross it.
Before the Cloud Bridge, one had to pass through a secret passage in the belly of the Evergreen Mountains' Baiya Mountain. Only after passing through the belly of the mountain could one reach the Cloud Bridge.
Before the secret passage, however, was a secluded valley, hidden among the mountains. In such a huge mountain range, it was really difficult to detect.
Zhangsun Wuji and Tuoba Mingzhu stopped their horses in the valley.
The moon rose in the night sky, casting a faint chill on the horizon. Zhangsun Wuji gazed at the moon and said, "It's going to be a full moon night soon …"
"Yes, the fifteenth of the eighth month, the time of reunion." Tuoba Mingzhu gently touched the damp mountain wall and turned to look at him with a smile. "In the past, I've always celebrated the festival alone. This year … I'm very happy that I finally have someone to accompany me."
Zhangsun Wuji smiled but did not reply. Tuoba Mingzhu was still immersed in her joy. She looked up and said softly, "When I return and complete my mission, the temple master will surely give me a mandala pill. He might even teach me a divine technique."
She asked Zhangsun Wuji, "How many leaves does your mandala leaf have?"
Zhangsun Wuji hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ten-leaf."
"I'm an eleven-leaf." Tuoba Mingzhu said, "Recently, I've been cultivating my True Qi, and I noticed that my True Essence leaves are becoming more condensed and translucent. The circulation of my True Qi is gradually spreading throughout my body. When I reach the Pure Qi Chaotic Essence realm, my body will no longer have any openings. It's all thanks to the temple master's divine technique that I can cultivate with half the effort. I heard that the kings have eighteen leaves on their mandala leaves."
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and suddenly said in a low voice, "Planted leaves can cultivate True Essence, but what will happen if they are pulled out one day?"
"What did you say?" Tuoba Mingzhu did not hear him. She tilted her head to look at him.
"Nothing." Zhangsun Wuji turned to look at the entrance of the secret passage. A surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face as he said, "Why is someone coming out at this time?"
"Huh?" Tuoba Mingzhu was stunned as well. She turned to look.
Then, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Her body stiffened. Her blood seemed to have frozen in an instant. After a while, she smiled and said, "Asura's Envoy, don't joke around."
"I've been joking with you all the way here," Zhangsun Wuji said tiredly from behind her, "Only now is it not a joke."
"You're a spy!" Tuoba Mingzhu finally understood. She gritted her teeth and said, "You're a spy!"
Zhangsun Wuji pointed at Tuoba Mingzhu's major acupoints. He smiled and said, "You can think whatever you want."
His gesture was lighter than the wind and faster than lightning. It was also very familiar. Tuoba Mingzhu's eyes widened. She looked at his familiar acupoint sweeping technique that was countless times better than hers. Her eyes were filled with fear. After a while, she said, "No … no … you're from the Divine Hall. To be able to practice the Flower Plucking Acupoint Cutting Technique to this level, only Great Kings and above can do it. Who are you? Who are you?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly and ignored her.
Tuoba Mingzhu did not give up. She thought hard. "The Great Kings and Elders of the Divine Hall are all in the hall. Those outside … those outside … you're Her Highness the Divine Lord!"
This time, Zhangsun Wuji was a little surprised. He turned to look at her. Tuoba Mingzhu was already so shocked by her own guess that her mouth was wide open. Now that she received his gaze, it confirmed her guess. Her face instantly lost all color and became deathly pale, as if it was covered by a layer of paper.
"You … you … Your Highness … Your Highness …"
She squeezed out each word with difficulty. It was as if she had lost the ability to speak.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her quietly. He said faintly, "I don't want to kill you … but for her, I can only borrow your face."
He stretched out his hand. An extremely thin silver knife flashed between his fingers.
The silver knife flickered. It lightly pressed against Tuoba Mingzhu's face. The cold air on the edge of the knife was even colder than the snow-covered Extreme North.
Tuoba Mingzhu's face was ashen. Her gaze flickered. She closed her eyes in despair.
Her fingers dug deeply into the frozen ground.
"Screech!"
It was not the sound of her face being cut off. It was the sound of an arrow being nocked and a knife being unsheathed. It was awe-inspiring, short, and instantaneous.
The mountain wall that Zhangsun Wuji was facing suddenly lit up.
It was illuminated by the snow-white knife light behind him.
Tuoba Mingzhu opened her eyes again.
This time, her eyes were not filled with despair and fear. Her eyes were clear and bright. There was no fear in them. There was even a hint of mockery in them.
The mockery of watching others fall into her carefully laid trap.
She raised her hand. With a flip of her hand, a strangely shaped curved sword appeared in her hand. The tip of the sword was pressed against Zhangsun Wuji's chest.
She gently pushed away the knife that Zhangsun Wuji had pressed against her face. She said with a smile, "Your Highness, don't scare me with the knife. I'm very scared."
Zhangsun Wuji looked down at the sword in his chest. His expression finally changed. His eyes narrowed. He said coldly, "Tuoba Mingzhu?"
Tuoba Mingzhu made a sound of acknowledgment.
Zhangsun Wuji said again, "Gandharva Queen?"
This time, Tuoba Mingzhu was a little surprised. She glanced at Zhangsun Wuji and said slowly, "This seat has just established Gandharva Queen. I have never seen Your Highness before. I didn't expect Your Highness to be able to guess it."
Zhangsun Wuji turned sideways. He looked at the green-armored Gandharva Palace Army that had suddenly emerged from the mountain wall and surrounded him. He said indifferently, "I only heard that the newly established Gandharva Queen is a woman. Her origin is mysterious. Her faction is mysterious. No one has ever seen her before. So, it was just a casual guess."
"You managed to guess it accurately with just a casual guess. Your Highness Sacred Master is indeed a genius." Tuoba Mingzhu charmingly laughed. "However, Your Highness, although you don't recognize me, I've known you for a long time. You think that your disguise is exquisite, but I've long since become familiar with the unique fragrance of our Evergreen Asura Lotus."
Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows. Tuoba Mingzhu smiled faintly. Suddenly she spread her sleeve and with a shrill voice she shouted, "Zhangsun Wuji! You're a despicable person with an impure bloodline who's trying to seize power! "
The incomparably familiar tone of madness, the incomparably familiar cursing words!
Zhangsun Wuji narrowed his eyes.
Mad Concubine De!
The royal woman of Wuji Nation who had never been loved by her husband in her entire life, the mad concubine of King De who committed suicide in defeat, and the pitiful woman who used her own disappearance to end the feud of the royal family, was actually the mysterious Queen Gandharva of the Evergreen Temple who had ascended to the heavens in a single step and established the fourth of the eight new divisions!
Even Zhangsun Wuji, who was usually calm and unperturbed, revealed an expression of shock at the strange reversal of their identities.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness," Tuoba Mingzhu smiled, "You've probably guessed that I'm also a Skywalker, a special Skywalker who only takes on one mission in my life."
"This mission is me?" Zhangsun Wuji asked lightly.
"Yes!" Tuoba Mingzhu clasped her hands together, "But don't misunderstand. The concubine of De who carried you away when you were five and almost caused you to lose your sight wasn't me. But after that, it was me."
"Master sent you to Wuji to protect and monitor, right?" Zhangsun Wuji was silent for a while before asking, "Indeed, there's no more suitable role than Mad Concubine De. During the day, King De, who feels guilty towards the concubine, will intentionally or unintentionally leak information to you and me. At night, no one will notice if a madwoman is not in her nest."
"Don't misunderstand the Palace Master's intentions," Tuoba Mingzhu immediately said. Tuoba Mingzhu immediately said, "You're the disciple that the Palace Lord has high hopes for. The Palace Lord is concerned about your growth, that's all."
"You pretended to be crazy with the identity of Concubine De and facilitated an increasingly daring affair between King De and my mother. In the end, your selfishness swelled and you took a risk out of desperation. You secretly manipulated them, causing them to walk on the path of indulging in their private affairs and neglecting their family, so that I would be disappointed and tired of a family life. In the end, I would clear my heart of desires and sincerely serve the sect, so that I could take over the position of Palace Lord." Zhangsun Wuji didn't seem to hear her explanation and said indifferently, "Good, very good, it's really … a lot of painstaking effort."
A lot of painstaking effort.
Bitter, heart.
In his life, his longing for family was shattered, in his life, he couldn't get his mother's love, in his life, he broke up with his father, faced the enemy on the battlefield, and finally committed suicide in front of his eyes. This tragic ending that left him in pain for a long time was only because of his master, the Palace Lord who stood high above the clouds, in order to sever his love for the world of mortals, forcing him to wholeheartedly serve the sect behind the scenes.
If he hadn't met Fu Yao, if that scorching and beautiful woman hadn't persistently used her own brilliance to illuminate him, perhaps he, who was originally cold and indifferent, would really have been disheartened by those things that he couldn't get, because of the coldness that had started since he was young, and given up the ten feet of soft red love, and dedicated his life's efforts to the sect that was high above the snowy mountains.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at Tuoba Mingzhu, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his eyes. It was clearly a smile, but Tuoba Mingzhu could see a chill like after snow. That chill was so dense and threatening that this new noble of the Divine Palace couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Today, why have you ambushed here?" Zhangsun Wuji didn't move, clasping his hands behind his back and looking at her, "Could it be that the so-called neutrality of Gandharva King, who has always maintained a neutral position, is just a pretense? As a Skywalker, are you going to be the first to jump out and be the vanguard for Gandharva King? "
"Your Highness, you are indeed exceptionally intelligent." Tuoba Mingzhu smiled, "Talking to you really saves effort."
She waved her hand, and the crossbows in the hands of Gandharva King Palace's army creaked, arrows nocked on the bowstring, and the jet-black heavy arrows on the bowstring, at an extremely close distance, were like the eyes of a poisonous snake, staring at Zhangsun Wuji's back.
"That's because …" Zhangsun Wuji seemed to not see those arrows, still standing with his hands behind his back, lightly replying, "What a coincidence, I want to do the same thing as you."
"Clang!"
The sound of metal rubbing against the mountain walls rang out, and it seemed to be coming from above. Tuoba Mingzhu looked up in shock, and her expression immediately changed.
Above them, on the two sides of the mountain walls, a group of black-armored men had appeared at some unknown time. They were tightly pressed against the mountain walls, holding huge crossbows that were thicker and longer than the Gandharva King Palace's army. The arrows on the crossbows were slightly blue, flashing with cold light. The sound of collision rang out in the snowy mist. On a platform halfway up the mountain, one could vaguely see a bed crossbow that was a hundred times stronger than the other crossbows.
The angle and range of those people's appearance just happened to completely surround the Gandharva King Palace's army.
"The one who framed me was framed instead." Zhangsun Wuji said to Tuoba Mingzhu almost amiably, "It is impolite not to reciprocate. Gandharva King, this seat's Dragon Division Army has been waiting for you for a long time."
Tuoba Mingzhu's expression really changed this time. In today's confrontation with Zhangsun Wuji, there were thousands of changes in the blink of an eye. She thought that she was quick-witted and intelligent, but now she couldn't even react to those changes.
"You … when did you find out?" Her voice trembled as she squeezed out word by word.
"Of course not as early as you lurking around me." Zhangsun Wuji was very patient. "But you actually have too many flaws. Just give me one — even if it's hard for the women of the Divine Hall to find a husband, and it's easy for them to fall in love when they see a man, you shouldn't have completely trusted a colleague who doesn't belong to the same division without any questions, right?"
"Moreover," he said with a smile, "although very few people have seen the Oracle Divine Rat, everyone in the Evergreen Divine Hall has heard of it. As the Divine Envoy of the Evergreen Divine Hall, don't you find it strange to see the Oracle Divine Rat, the legendary pet of the Divine Lord, appear next to a deputy envoy without any questions?"
Tuoba Mingzhu's lips squirmed, her face ashen. The one who lied was framed instead. Along the way, she thought that she had acted very well and had truly deceived the Divine Lord. But she didn't expect that she had just played the role of a clown in a big show. She was pleased with herself as she recited her lines, but she didn't know that the people below the stage were watching with smiles and mocking expressions.
"You want to lure me here to kill me?" Zhangsun Wuji smiled without a hint of a smile. "Just as well. I need your identity as a cover to bring the person I want to bring to the Evergreen Divine Mountain with the least effort."
Tuoba Mingzhu bit her lips and suddenly said in a sorrowful voice, "Your Highness … what are you going to do to me?"
"Kill you." Zhangsun Wuji's answer was simple and unquestionable. He stretched out a finger and casually pushed Tuoba Mingzhu's sword away. Then, he pointed at the air and a ray of light poured out from the tip of his finger. It was like a milky white jade thread that instantly touched the center of Tuoba Mingzhu's eyebrows.
Tuoba Mingzhu looked at the jade thread and her vision went dark. This was clearly the Divine Hall's highest level Jade Internal Art. It was said that other than the Divine Hall Master, no one had successfully cultivated it. She didn't expect the Divine Lord to actually succeed!
This time, she didn't dare to move. Hearing his cold and firm tone, her heart turned cold. She gritted her teeth and said, "I … I am Gandharva King. Even if you are the Divine Lord, you can't kill the Divine Hall King as you wish …"
"He can't!"
The voice of a man of indiscernible age suddenly resounded in midair. Then, the golden light shone brightly and disappeared. It was like a golden rainbow that crossed the valley. In an instant, the four walls and ground all shone brilliantly as if they were plated with gold, emitting a gorgeous yet chilling light.
Wherever the golden light reached, the Gandharva Palace Army and the Dragon Division Army that were lying in ambush on the mountain walls and in the valley suddenly fell silently.
In the golden light, Gandharva King turned around and tried to run towards the source of the golden light. She shouted, "Divine Hall Master, the Divine Lord has betrayed us! He sheltered the enemies of the Divine Hall and wanted to betray the forbidden land. I wanted to stop him, but he wanted to kill me to silence me! "
In the golden light, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly flew up. The ruyi in his hand flashed with purple light and directly struck Gandharva King's back.
This woman who caused his parents to go astray, this woman who harbored evil intentions and hurt his family, he wouldn't let her go!
A shout came from midair, "Wuji, stop!"
Zhangsun Wuji turned a deaf ear to it. In a flash, he had already surpassed the golden light.
Gandharva King ran extremely fast. The golden light seemed to have a guiding force that led her towards the source of the golden light. At the same time, it obstructed Zhangsun Wuji. She was about to escape the attack range of the purple jade ruyi.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly waved his hand and forcefully slashed the golden light half a foot in front of him. Then, he opened his fingers and five jade lines flew out from his five fingers like five white jade pestles. One by one, they collided with the purple jade ruyi. Every time they collided, the purple jade ruyi would be closer to Tuoba Mingzhu. Her body was fast, but the layers of colliding True Power were even faster. When the third white light collided, it was still three feet away. When the fourth white light collided, it was only a finger's length away from Tuoba Mingzhu's clothes.
Tuoba Mingzhu was scared out of her wits. She used all her power to rush forward. However, Zhangsun Wuji also used all his power to kill her.
He wanted to kill her.
Not only did he want to take revenge for himself, he also wanted to use her corpse to open a path for Fu Yao!
The fifth white light collided with the purple jade ruyi!
"Bang!"
The dull sound of a smooth weapon colliding with metal was heard.
There was also a faint sound of shattering. That was the sound of internal organs shattering.
Tuoba Mingzhu's body was strangely turned around by the impact of the purple jade ruyi. She smashed into the side of the mountain wall. Blood splattered in mid-air.
At the same time, the person in mid-air snorted angrily.
Just as the snort came out, the ruyi that Zhangsun Wuji threw with all his power. He had just killed Tuoba Mingzhu. Before he could retract it, the golden light that was obstructed in front of Zhangsun Wuji suddenly surged like a wave. Half of the valley seemed to be filled with a golden light tide. A golden hand reached out from the tide and made a pulling motion.
Zhangsun Wuji's body froze.
"Swish!"
Four lightning bolts flew out from the golden tide. They were as fast as flowing light. With a speed that no one in the world could dodge, they pierced through Zhangsun Wuji's wrists and shoulders!
"God-Slaying Nail!"
The Imprisonment Divine Technique broke all internal and external True Power. It was a great punishment specially used to punish the traitors of the upper echelons of the Deities Templar!
"Crack!"
The golden long nail pierced through Zhangsun Wuji's wrists and shoulders. It went in from the back and out from the front. It splashed on the green-black mountain wall and the pure white snow. The ground was covered in dark red plum blossoms.
The long nail came ferociously. It did not stop there. Zhangsun Wuji's body tilted and was nailed to the ground.
The snow was soft and the color of blood was bright red. When the blood soaked into the white snow, there was a strange fragrance that spread faintly.
Zhangsun Wuji buried his face in the snow and blood. He did not look at the corner of the robe that was falling. He desperately turned his head to look at the mountain wall where Tuoba Mingzhu was nailed.
Master would not come down the mountain for no reason. His appearance in the valley could only mean that the modified "Four Great Realms" was nearby.
In order to deal with Fu Yao, Master must have personally made changes to the "Four Great Realms". It was more difficult than before. However, the Holy Light Technique he used was most afraid of the poisonous blood of insidious people. He had already left marks on Tuoba Mingzhu's body. Even if her body was taken away, the blood she left behind would still slowly take effect.
It was too late to rearrange it and change the location to set up the "Four Great Realms".
The Witch God had attracted a group of forces from the Mahoraga Tribe, which was most familiar with the Four Great Realms. This should be of help to Fu Yao.
In this way … he had used himself as bait to find out the location of the Four Great Realms. He had finally left a way out for Fu Yao.
Fu Yao … Fu Yao … I hope you can get through this …
Zhangsun Wuji let out a low sigh. He was surrounded by enemies on all sides. His master had to kill Fu Yao, and Fu Yao had to ascend to the heavens. This was all he could do.
The corner of the robe hung straight in front of him. He could not get up and could not see Temple Master Evergreen's expression. He thought that for the first time, a look of anger would appear on that usually calm face.
He smiled faintly. The smile bloomed in his eyes like a bright flower. At that moment, the weakness was gone. There was a kind of radiance that shone brilliantly.
He looked calmly at the corner of the robe and said in a low voice, "Master …"
"Wuji! You disappoint me too much. " The corner of the golden robe moved. There was finally a trace of anger in his indifferent tone. "You protected the temple's public enemy. You plotted to harm your colleagues. You even wanted to bring her into the forbidden area. When Gandharva stopped you, you killed her right in front of me!"
Zhangsun Wuji closed his eyes and did not speak. He did not explain or plead for mercy. His face was even paler than snow.
Temple Master Evergreen was silent for a long time. He said coldly, "I have already seen the blood test report sent by Mingzhu. How long do you want to protect that demoness?"
Zhangsun Wuji was still silent. He was calm and indifferent in his own blood.
Temple Master Evergreen stared at him coldly. His expression changed. He seemed to be angry, sad, and helpless. Finally, he waved his sleeve. "Arrest Luo Wang!"
A light footstep came forward. He answered respectfully, "Temple Master."
"You are in charge of the temple's followers. The Divine Lord is also under your jurisdiction. He will be handled by you!"
"Yes."
"Other than not taking his life, you can decide the rest of the punishment!"
"Yes!"
Luo Wang replied excitedly. He then commanded, "Men, nail this traitor to the peak of the Nine Heavens! Let the Nine Heavens Divine Wind wash away his muddle-headed mind! "
At the Nine Heavens Peak, there was a cave at the highest point of the Temple of Evergreen. It was the coldest place in the world. The icy winds were like knives, piercing one's bones from time to time. It was known as the "Land of God's Roar". It referred to the suffering of the gods.
Everyone trembled. With the Deity Slaying Nail and the Summit of the Nine Heavens, even a godly martial artist would not be able to escape death. Moreover, what was even more difficult to face was the inhuman pain that was even more unbearable than death.
The Temple Master had high hopes for the Divine Lord. He protected her in every way possible. Now, he actually handed the Divine Lord over to his mortal enemy, Luo Wang … He was really angry.
Zhangsun Wuji trembled, but he still did not say a word.
"Since you refused to change no matter how much I treated you," That corner of the robe moved away like a cloud. Temple Master Evergreen's voice was even colder than the Divine Roar.
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