Day and night tour

Chapter 469 Fratricide
Zhou Xuan was afraid that he had misunderstood the teachings and suppressed his cultivation level, which would be detrimental to him.

Li Changxun was also completely bewildered. He took the wooden hairpin that held his hair up, scratched his head gently, and asked, "Miss Gong, have you forgotten the scene of the Great Master slaughtering everyone after all the cultivation levels were suppressed in Huangyuan Prefecture?"

"Within the same realm, the Nuo sect is invincible because it has mastered many techniques above the nine-stick incense-stick level."

Yun Ziliang also said.

“You don’t understand the Ninth Incense Stick of the Opera Master. This incense stick is called ‘God of the Human World,’ meaning that Boss Xuan is the only true god in this play. If the power of this incense stick is activated… then…”

The engineer spoke with great enthusiasm, and Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang listened attentively, both waiting for the next part.
However, the engineer loudly declared, "Actually, I don't know either... what the strength of that human drama god is like."

"You didn't know you'd been spouting nonsense for so long?"

Li Changxun was quite disappointed. It was like listening to a storyteller. Just when he was getting to the exciting part, the storyteller suddenly struck the gavel and said, "To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter." He was very disheartened.

The engineer, feeling a bit embarrassed and blushing, still retorted, "I reckon those people in heaven didn't want someone as incense-burning as Caijuji to appear, which is why they ordered the hunt."
Even the heavens covet this amazing skill, the "Human God of Drama," it's absolutely incredible. If Boss Xuan had set a rule to suppress his cultivation level, he probably wouldn't have been able to unleash the full power of the "Human God of Drama."

Upon hearing this, Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang, while somewhat envious of the "Human Drama God's" methods, felt that suppressing cultivation levels—a benefit readily available—was more reliable than simply establishing a rule for suppressing cultivation levels. Therefore, they suggested this to Zhou Xuan.
“Xuanzi, I think this is like trying to quench a thirst with water from afar. Since suppressing the incense offering realm can kill, then we should suppress the realm instead of waiting for that so-called ‘Human Drama God.’”

Yun Ziliang said this.
Zhou Xuan shook his head and looked in the direction of the Six-Eared Warrior from the Buddhist Kingdom, saying, "If there were no one from the Buddhist Kingdom, suppressing one's cultivation level might be the best option, but with someone from the Buddhist Kingdom present, there is a great risk in suppressing one's cultivation level."

The prerequisite for suppressing the incense offering realm is that the other party has incense offerings.

However, the people of the Buddhist country do not have incense burning inside their bodies.

Regarding this point, Zhou Xuan, together with Huifeng Medical College, dissected the "Taiping Monk" Mo Tingsheng, and conducted relatively cutting-edge "research".

"Right, how could I forget about that?" Li Changxun glanced at the Buddhist warrior hiding in the corner of the "arena" and became more and more annoyed. He cursed, "These Buddhist bastards know to hide and keep quiet when trouble comes, trying to reduce their presence. They're really cunning."

Yun Ziliang then said to Zhou Xuan, "Since we're not going to set a rule for suppressing cultivation levels, what kind of rule would be better to set?"

"Well, I certainly have my own ideas about that."

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, connecting his mind with the paper. The mortal power within his secret realm transformed into freely splashed ink, flowing across the paper and writing down the three arena rules he had established.

After the "three rules" were finalized, the paper began to disperse. After breaking into many tiny pieces, those fragments turned into specks of light the size of dust, which then disappeared into the ground and sky of the arena.

As the light spot disappears
The entire arena underwent a dramatic transformation; dark clouds filled the sky.
The soil on the ground was no longer just soil; the surface had the color and texture of skin, as if a giant were sleeping beneath it.
The so-called arena is where battles are fought on the body of this giant.

The reliefs of those ferocious beasts seemed to come alive, running and roaring on the walls of the arena.

Within the clouds, a crack appeared, and the gaze of that blood-red eye, as blazing as the sun, shot into the arena.
A ghostly, sinister voice boomed through the arena.

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished, and the same applies to the arena."

"Within the arena, the first rule is that the Buddhist Kingdom, the Great Master, and the Dunjia Sect stand in a tripartite balance, and each side may not have more than four participants in the deathmatch. Any extra participants will be eliminated in the arena."

After the eerie voice finished proclaiming the first law, it fell silent and remained still for a long time.

Meanwhile, the Six-Eared Warrior from the Buddhist Kingdom lowered his head and said to the "thing" inside his body, "Did you hear that? In this arena, no more than four people can participate in a death match. We have exceeded that number."

"Foolish Six-Eared Macaque, so what if you surpass him?"

"I don't know," said the Six-Eared Warrior, quite nonchalantly.

"Then let's take another look and see what tricks Zhou Xuan is up to in this arena."

After hearing the response from the "thing" in his body, the Six-Eared Warrior of the Buddhist Kingdom turned his gaze to the Dunjia Sect.

There are three forces in the arena, among which the Dunjia Sect has the most members. There are six of them, including the Supreme Ancestor. If you include Zhao Longhu, Zhao Luosheng, and other skilled members of the sect, there are as many as twenty or thirty people.

They exceeded the four-person limit stipulated for the arena by far too much.

"Ancestor, we have too many people. The arena says only four can fight... What about the rest?"

Zhao Longhu asked the Gourd Taoist.

After thinking for a moment, the Calabash Taoist said, "Perhaps, this arena is for us to select our own elite soldiers and generals to fight Zhou Xuan to the death."

He was speaking,

Suddenly, a sprig of winter plum blossoms grew in the place where the Dunjia Sect was gathered.

When this wintersweet first appeared, it was just a single bud hanging on a branch.
The flower bud grew extremely quickly; in the blink of an eye, the flower bloomed, becoming a pure, transparent plum blossom, its fragrance filling the air.
But soon, the plum blossom petals acquired color.
First it was pure white, then it turned slightly yellow, and finally it was entirely apricot yellow. The flower withered, and the petals fell one by one.

After the last petal fell to the ground, suddenly, the belly of a disciple of the Dunjia Sect began to swell continuously.

Before long, he looked like a pregnant woman in her sixth month of pregnancy. His expression was extremely painful, and his eyes were filled with fear. He reached out to the gourd-shaped Taoist priest and cried out in a pitiful voice, "Great Ancestor, save me!"

The gourd-wielding Taoist priest rushed to his disciple's side, placed his hand on the disciple's belly, and immediately heard a sound of "blood surging".

Why is your blood and energy so vigorous?

He had just voiced his doubts when the disciple's belly swelled up again, and his Taoist robe tore open.
Only then did everyone notice that the disciple's belly was so swollen that the veins were clearly visible.
Because he was so swollen, his skin became translucent. By the light of day, people around him could vaguely see countless worms wriggling wildly inside his stomach.

"Great Ancestor, save me."

The disciple seemed to be in extreme pain, disregarding the strict rules of the sect and abandoning all etiquette and regulations. He actually reached out to grab the sleeve of the gourd-shaped Taoist priest's robe.

With this forceful grab, the great ancestor's sleeve was torn.
"puff!"

"puff!"

Two sharp sounds rang out in quick succession: the first was the sound of his sleeve tearing, and the second was the sound of his belly bursting open.

His internal organs had turned into a large puddle of thick fluid, gushing out through the rupture in his abdomen.

In that thick water, there were countless "insects," but these insects had no form; they were more like shadows.

Upon seeing this, the Calabash Taoist felt disgusted, so he lit a stick of Taoist fire and sprinkled it towards the shadow.

The fire raged fiercely, relentlessly burning the thick liquid until it dried up, emitting an unusually foul odor. However, the "insect shadows" remained unharmed, burrowing into the ground.
Then, a second plum blossom sprouted from the ground, turning red, and the plum blossom bloomed, withered, and faded again.
Then, another disciple of the Dunjia Sect began to experience bloating in his stomach...

"What on earth is going on? What kind of ghost is this?"

Plum blossoms, disciples swollen like pregnant women, and unharmable insect shadows—all of this presented the most unbelievable scene of his life to the gourd-wielding Taoist.

Even this Taoist priest, who had long devoted himself to cultivating the Tao, became somewhat dazed.

……

The gourd-wielding Taoist priest, caught in the middle of the situation, hadn't quite figured some things out.
However, Zhou Xuan remained detached from the situation and, being on the second floor overlooking it, had a very clear view of the situation.

"So that's how it is."

Zhou Xuan stood up, fanning himself, and called out to the gourd-wielding Taoist priest in the distance.
"Old Taoist priest, haven't you figured it out yet? If you haven't, I, Zhou Xuan, will mercifully explain it to you."

The arena rules stipulate that each side can only send four fighters. What happens to the extras? They're killed, of course. So, before our deathmatch begins, please remember: out of your twenty or thirty disciples, only four can survive.

"Who lives and who dies will be decided in the arena. The time it takes for the plum blossoms to bloom and wither will be the time you choose which disciple should die."

"If you actively kill a disciple, Plum Blossom will not harm you again. However, if you cannot choose one and do not actively kill any disciples within the sect, once the flower fades, the arena will choose and kill for you."

Zhou Xuan explained the patterns he had observed, and immediately, the members of the Dunjia Sect were filled with unease.
By doing this, isn't the arena forcing the members of the Dunjia Sect to kill each other?
The gourd-shaped Taoist priest was the first to react, and immediately shouted, "Don't listen to Zhou Xuan's heretical words! The one who killed you was that winter plum blossom. Wouldn't it be enough if I just killed that winter plum blossom?"

He waited for the new wintersweet to emerge, and immediately set up a Taoist array around the wintersweet tree, standing on a star position.

Then, he made a hand seal with his right hand, detonating the Dao array and destroying the winter plum blossom.
just,

Although the winter plum tree was destroyed, some disciples' bellies swelled up, and then their bellies ruptured, and they died beyond any hope of survival.

Zhou Xuan leaned on the railing and chuckled, "Old Daoist Hulu, I've already told you, that winter plum is just a reminder to your sect to choose the next damned disciple. It's just a timekeeping tool. What's the use of destroying it?" A time bomb, if you take the clock off, will it stop exploding?

"It's best to avoid doing things that are like burying your head in the sand."

Zhou Xuan said coldly.

At this moment, new plum blossoms bloomed again, and a new shadow of death once more loomed over the Dunjia Sect.

The selection of newly deceased people by Lamei is completely random. In other words, the next person to die could be any disciple, student, or even the Supreme Elder of the Dunjia School.

This sense of death is like the King of Hell calling out names; whoever's name is called is the one who cannot escape.

It feels dozens of times more intense than the sensation of ordinary death, and the fear it brings is also dozens of times more profound.
Finally, Zhao Longhu could no longer bear it. He silently crept up behind a disciple, his hand like a knife, his right hand plunging deep into the other's body, then grasping the burning heart, and suddenly exerting force.

"boom!"

With his heart crushed, the dead disciple's pupils dilated as he turned his head and stared intently at his second senior brother, Zhao Longhu.

Zhao Longhu felt no remorse or regret; his entire focus was on the plum blossom that had declared its death.

The plum blossom tree, after its disciple was "heartedly ripped out" by Zhao Longhu, immediately dimmed and withered, but at the same time, none of the other disciples' bellies swelled up.

"What Zhou Xuan said was actually true."

Zhao Longhu murmured, "As long as they kill one disciple when the plum blossoms appear, no other disciples will die randomly."

"Zhao Longhu, what are you doing?"

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest's shout came over.

Zhao Longhu then came to his senses, pulled his hand out of his disciple's body, and said to the gourd-shaped Taoist, "Ancestor, what Zhou Xuan said is true. As long as we actively kill a disciple, no one else will die randomly. He is telling the truth."

"You're killing your own fellow disciples."

Not long ago, the gourd-wielding Taoist also had the idea of ​​killing Zhao Youting, but that was because he felt that Zhao Youting had betrayed the Dunjia and was no longer a disciple of the Dunjia.

As the First Elder, the Calabash Taoist still cared a little about the bonds of camaraderie within the sect.

New plum blossoms have bloomed.
Zhao Longhu couldn't care less about anything else; he didn't want to die like a ghost summoned by the King of Hell.

"I am the second senior brother, and I am also the future leader of the Dunjia Sect. I cannot die. Those junior disciples can die, but I cannot die."

Zhao Longhu, having gone this far, went on to kill the remaining disciples. These disciples weren't fools; after witnessing Zhao Longhu kill one, they scattered like frightened birds, fleeing the fighting arena to escape their second senior brother's pursuit.

"Don't run away! You are disciples of the Dunjia sect, and you must make some sacrifices for it. Don't run away! The flowers are almost withered, and I don't have time."

As Zhao Longhu chased after them, he suddenly felt a chill on his knees, and then, due to inertia, his body fell forward.

He turned around and found that his feet were still standing two or three meters behind him—his feet had been chopped off by a paper axe talisman.

As the youngest Supreme Ancestor, the Purple Ox Taoist approached Zhao Longhu and poked his forehead with the finger of his right hand.

“Dragon Tiger, this is the last time your Grandmaster Purple Ox will give you guidance—if you persuade others to sacrifice, then you must also be prepared to sacrifice yourself.”

Having said that, the Purple Ox Taoist suddenly twisted his right finger.
Zhao Longhu was completely dead.

His second senior brother from the Dunjia Sect never imagined that he would die at the hands of the Supreme Being.

The Purple Ox Taoist took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood and brain matter off his hands. He then turned to the other elders and said...
"What are you all standing there for? Weren't you heartless and ungrateful when you betrayed me and sent me to lead the charge? Now you're acting like saints?"

His gaze pierced through the alfalfa Taoist.

Clover felt ashamed and dared not look directly at him, keeping his head down and remaining silent.

The Purple Ox Taoist then said, "Among all of you, I am the youngest. Let me make this clear: I do not wish to die in such an unclear and ambiguous manner."
Zhao Longhu has set a good example for us. Our lives are precious; what does it matter if we take a few disciples down with us?

“Kill them all, and we’ll live.”

As the Purple Ox Taoist spoke, he had already directed the paper axe to chop off Zhao Luosheng's feet once more. He pointed at Zhao Luosheng and said,
“Brother Hulu, you’re the most senior here, you have to make a decision! Come on, let’s kill Zhao Luosheng. We, the elders, are still of one mind.”

"Kill, kill, kill! What good will killing do? Only four can survive in the arena. We, the Supreme Masters, have six. Are we, fellow disciples who have been together day and night, going to disregard our fraternal bond and fight each other again?"

The gourd-shaped Taoist roared.

The Purple Ox Taoist coldly said, "We Supreme Beings are naturally different. First, we'll kill all these disciples. Then, the six of us Supreme Beings will cast divination spells ourselves. Whoever gets a good divination will live, and whoever gets a bad divination will die."
"Shall we entrust our six lives to this mysterious fate?"

"We're all from the same sect."

Faced with the Purple Ox Taoist's aggressive questioning, the Gourd Taoist hesitated and couldn't make a decision for a moment.

……

"A good show, truly a good show."

Li Changxun clapped his hands and cheered, finding the infighting within the Dunjia Sect incredibly satisfying.

Yun Ziliang also said, "I really love watching this dog-eat-dog drama—Xuanzi, you're really vicious, setting up such a rule that not only severely reduced the number of members in the Dunjia Sect, but also greatly damaged their morale."

Even if someone survives such public infighting, the psychological burden is still heavy. When they have to fight each other again, a shadow falls over their mind, making it impossible for them to fight with all their might.

“Kill two birds with one stone.”

Li Changxun gave Zhou Xuan a thumbs up.

"I'm not taking the blame for this." Zhou Xuan covered his mouth and nose with his fan and said with a smile, "The rules of the arena are to make the competition more fair, just, and open—we have fewer people, and they have more, so how can we talk about fairness?"
So, I set rules to reduce the number of members, but I never expected that everyone in the Dunjia Sect was a man of great ambition, willing to cut down fellow disciples without hesitation... Tsk tsk... I've truly seen something new."

……

Inside the arena, Purple Ox hesitated to attack Calabash Taoist, while the plum blossoms were already almost withered.

If the gourd-wielding Taoist priest doesn't kill Zhao Luosheng when the plum blossom petals fall, all the disciples of the Escape Technique might die... including him, Zi Niu.

But the Purple Ox definitely requires the Calabash Taoist to take action.
All the ancestors present must be stained with the blood of their fellow disciples. This is a pledge of loyalty, and it also represents that the six senior brothers will stand together through thick and thin.

“Purple Ox, Zhao Luosheng is someone we’ve watched grow up… He’s a good kid.” The gourd-shaped Taoist priest struggled for a long time, but still refused to make a move.

His hesitation this time completely ignited the anger of the Purple Ox Taoist.

The Purple Ox Taoist immediately let out a sinister laugh and said, "Brother Gourd, you're not like yourself today."

Back then, the celestial prince Linming descended to the mortal realm. This prince had two vices: he loved to consume human brains and he was also fond of women.
You want to cultivate connections with the heavenly beings, and then leverage those connections with the Heavenly Fire Clan to secure a good future with the Earthly Realm.

You yourself gave away your grandson and your daughter-in-law to Young Master Linming. If you can betray even your own grandson and daughter-in-law, why would you care about the disciples in your sect?
When you betrayed Wuwen Mountain and led the five of us to slaughter over a hundred people on the mountain, you weren't this merciful.
Senior Brother, are you perhaps putting on an idol image because there are too many viewers here? Or perhaps you want the five of us to do all the dirty work so you can keep the good reputation for yourself…”

The other five ancestors remained silent.

But at this critical juncture, silence means they agree with Purple Cow's statement.

The gourd-wielding Taoist was too greedy. He took the highest seniority and occupied the best cave for cultivation. In the end, he even tried to take away the good reputation of "protecting his disciples".

"shut up."

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest's face darkened. He pulled a paper talisman from his pocket and threw it at Zhao Luosheng.

Then, with a deep shout, he said, "Kill all the disciples..."

(End of this chapter)