Wet viviparity

Chapter 791 Appearance, Inviting Talented Individuals
The Crying Ancestor and the Horse King Little God were guided to the Cold Sea Spirit Mansion, but even after arriving there, the two were still thinking about what they had seen and heard on the altar.

Ma Wang Xiaoshen was already very curious about the magic in the "Secret Record of Transformation and Mystery". After seeing the followers practicing the magic on the altar, he also figured out some tricks and wanted to have a good exchange with the leader.

To be honest, the true methods he practiced were quite orthodox, and to some extent even leaned towards the orthodox Xuanmen sect. If it weren't for his deceased master passing down a set of demonic armor, he would have had no chance of becoming a leader of the unorthodox sects in the Central Plains.

What the Old Ancestor Kuma was thinking was even more complicated.

He came here specifically to investigate the true nature of the Little Stone Demon Sect and to use the sect leader's power to achieve his goal of taking revenge on Master Lingxu.

Currently, the magic "The Secret Record of Transformation and Mystery" created by this cult leader alone can become one of his bargaining chips for revenge.

As the two were led deeper into the mansion, a silvery laugh rang out.

Just by hearing the voice, one can tell how carefree and unrestrained the owner of the voice is, without a trace of worry.

Zhao Chi went inside to announce his arrival, moving very quietly and cautiously. Before long, several maids came to greet him, holding long, thin fans. This impressive display surprised even the Old Ancestor Kuma.

As soon as you enter, the scent of dragon's belly lingers in the air, and groups of girls are playing by the pool.

The girls were not afraid of Ma Wang Xiaoshen, who had such a fierce appearance. Instead, they blinked their big eyes and curiously looked him up and down.

Not far away, beneath a rainbow half-hanging in the mist, lies a magnificent crystal palace.

Beside the crystal couch were six or seven female cultivators with faces as beautiful as flowers, some sitting cross-legged, some standing, and some half-lying down. Their cultivation was all extraordinary, none of them below the third realm. They were all facing the beautiful woman on the couch, and they kept talking about interesting things.

As the old ancestor of crying walked by the pond, he saw the beautiful woman on the bed seemingly unaware of his presence. His expression darkened slightly, but then returned to a broad smile.

"My good disciple, it's been so long since I've seen you. You're so resplendent that I hardly recognize you!"

The Old Ancestor of Crying Hemp stretched out his arms and looked extremely surprised.

This made Xiao Qinggu's laughter on the bed even more unrestrained. She deliberately acted as if she hadn't noticed that the Old Ancestor Kuma had entered, just to give her master a hard time and let her know that she was no longer the same as before.

Xiao Qinggu pointed at the female cultivator by the bed, raised her two willow-leaf eyebrows, her fair face filled with arrogance, and looked extremely angry. "You blind maids, you only cared about pleasing me, so much so that I didn't even notice that my own master had come. You really deserve to be beaten."

Seeing Xiao Qinggu's clumsy acting, Ku Ma Lao Zu patiently watched the whole thing.

After giving her instructions, Xiaoqinggu exchanged pleasantries with the Crying Ancestor, saying, "The Holy Sect is newly established, and there are many things to be done. I am also preoccupied with trivial matters and have not been able to personally welcome you from afar. Please do not blame me, Master."

Then he asked if the old ancestor who cried for so long had visited his eldest sister.

Upon hearing Xiao Qinggu mention Da Qinggu, the Old Ancestor Kuma's heart stirred, and his face was filled with bitterness and sorrow. He said, "The place where your eldest sister is is not easy to enter or leave. The reason I rushed here without sending a message in advance is because there was an extremely urgent matter."

Xiao Qinggu looked doubtful, sat upright on the couch, playing with her magic fork, and said, "Master, although I have not been able to serve you by your side often, I know that you are used to frightening people with startling words. Are you going to use them on your disciple today?"

"You've made something of yourself."

The old ancestor cried out inwardly.

"Whether it's a startling statement or not, you can judge for yourself after I explain the situation."

After saying this, the Crying Ancestor had Little Green Girl dismiss everyone, and even the Horse King Little God was asked to leave the Chaotic Pool. Then he recounted the events of Crane Mountain in detail, without adding or subtracting anything.

At first, Xiao Qinggu didn't take it seriously, but when she heard that Master Lingxu was using her and her elder sister to threaten her master, she was furious and gritted her teeth.

"He's lawless and domineering. He's just a mere Tian Nan Xiao Zhen who's managed to achieve a few things and cultivate some skills. Does he really think that no one in our unorthodox sects can take him in?"

"Second Girl!"

The old ancestor of crying softly called out the old name for Xiao Qinggu, saying, "Our Thousand Flower Cave has long had a grudge against him. Back then, he suppressed your junior brother Chi Shenzi under the Locked Sin Well. During that time, we don't know what kind of means he used to bewitch your junior brother into being determined to betray the sect."

Now that your beloved husband has received the initiation from the son of the Chi God, Xiao Honghua, there's no guarantee he won't repeat the same mistake in the future.

"He dares to bewitch Xiao Lang?!"

Xiao Qinggu said, both surprised and angry.

She and Black Owl established the sect's foundation together in Little Thorn Canyon, experimented with magic, won over followers, and overcame difficulties together. Only then did she enjoy a few good days as the sect leader's wife. How could she allow others to ruin it for her?

“Diqiu is tens of thousands of miles away. Even if he has immense power, it would be difficult for him to extend his reach here.” Although she spoke fiercely, she was actually deeply wary of Master Lingxu. No one wanted to oppose a righteous master who was good at divination and had the upper hand. Winning might not bring any benefits, but losing would mean losing everything.

After all, she is no longer residing in the Hidden Spirit Sect and is now all alone.

Now that she has her own path in Taoism, grand ambitions, and the undivided affection of her husband, how can she be as carefree as before, killing without hesitation and engaging in magical duels at will?

"My second daughter, how can you still be so naive when you already possess such wealth and honor?"

Why would Master Lingxu dare to use you two sisters to threaten me? Is he really not afraid of having another powerful enemy like me, a patriarch from another sect?
Ultimately, it was because he harbored a strong ambition to rise to power during this great calamity in the south that he was able to act so recklessly and single-mindedly to seize the resources during the calamity.

Once he survives this great calamity in the south and subdues the evil demons, he will undoubtedly be powerful and influential in Taiping Mountain, with a strong army. At that time, how much effort and thought do you think he would need to expend to deal with you and me again?

Xiao Qinggu's face turned ashen, but she had no choice but to accept the fact.

"Master always plans carefully before acting. You must have a brilliant plan in mind to come here this time. Please enlighten your disciple."

"Second daughter, tell your master, is this the 'cultivation' you and that tyrant sought? It actually requires such a level of... blood sacrifice to sustain it?"

Seeing that her master avoided answering and instead talked about the demonic scriptures and alchemy methods of the sect, Xiao Qinggu lightly tapped a small reddish-brown stone with her fingertips and said with a smile, "Master has been living in the Thousand Flower Cave for a long time and has probably forgotten the true nature of our unorthodox sects."

The evil spirits are the essence of this turbid world; the resentment and venom of living beings are also the source of magical power.

The "Secret Record of Transformation and Mystery" that I teach is the supreme path to seize the creation of demons and monsters and refine the essence of all spirits. These little bit of demonic energy and blood food are nothing more than firewood.

If it weren't for Xiaolang's strict order within the sect that only members were permitted to collect blood essence from the sea monster salamander for sacrificial purposes, the blood essence on the altar within the gorge would have been several times more concentrated, emanating a pure and exotic fragrance.

"Second Girl, you're still so arrogant."

The old ancestor of crying and hemp shook his head and said, "Although this hill is at the end of the East Sea, the Five Directions Dipper Department, the Four Duty Officers, the All-Heaven Stars, and the great and minor gods of the Thunder Department, as well as the gods and ghosts between the Five Sacred Mountains and the Four Rivers, can hardly guard this place. It is not an easy thing to live here for a long time."

If it weren't for the fact that your sect leader acts with discretion and has a respectable background, and that he only uses the monstrous whales and salamanders for food and doesn't harm the mortals on the islands of the East Sea, he would probably have been driven away by the ancient immortals who live here.

Even so, it's not a long-term solution.

Xiaoqinggu saw that her master still liked to beat around the bush, and although she despised him to the extreme, she decided to endure it for now. But when she heard her master rambling on and on like an old fly, refusing to get to the point, she finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"What exactly does Master mean?"

Seeing that Xiao Qinggu's patience had run out, Ku Ma Lao Zu swallowed all the words he had prepared.

"The Great Calamity is our only chance to get rid of Lingxuzi."

As your master, I have already discovered a major secret concerning the future maintenance of his cultivation. The only problem now is that with just you and me as master and disciple, we cannot guarantee that everything will go smoothly. Only by inviting those with great supernatural powers from the mountains and seas, and by pooling our efforts and strategies, can we ensure that he cannot escape death.

My master has made many friends, including many extraordinary individuals. However, these people are quick-witted and knowledgeable. Even if I were willing to give up my magical treasures, I might not be able to persuade a righteous Buddhist master to ambush him.

"That's a bad word."

Xiaoqinggu had a different opinion: "Didn't you always say that our unorthodox methods are not as pure as the orthodox ones? Once we cultivate to a high level and have profound Taoist skills, if we are not careful, we will be confused and our minds will be clouded, and our temperament will become biased, violent and degenerate."

Therefore, when the leaders of unorthodox sects reach the pinnacle, they must hide away from the world, rarely venturing into the mortal realm, living a life as if it were a single day for a hundred years, so that they can reflect on their inner fluctuations in tranquility, actively perceive and cut off their thoughts, not follow the flow of desires, see clearly the true nature of greed and fear, and return to their original mind.

If we specifically seek out those unorthodox masters who struggle to maintain stillness, whose spiritual cultivation is incomplete, and who cannot see through greed and fear, with your eloquent tongue, how could we possibly sway them?

"absurd!"

Before the Crying Ancestor could speak, a tall and enormous beast-like figure stood majestically by the pond, its voice like rolling thunder.

This creature was covered in mottled fur, with a bristling mane, a powerful tiger body, and a tail that swept through the fierce wind. Its muscles rippled beneath its fur, and it was now gathering its strength like a fully drawn bowstring.

The most peculiar feature is its three branch-like necks.

The three beast heads on the forked necks are arranged in a triangular shape. Below them are two tiger heads, one of which stands tall with empty eyes, as if it has seen the ever-changing sky; the other hangs low as if asleep, with a low groan from its throat like the sobbing of the earth. And on the very top of the three, the forehead is a human face, staring at the Crying Ancestor.

(End of this chapter)