Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 478 Pest Control
In the vast emptiness.

Golden auspicious clouds rose, and auspicious light like white flowers surged everywhere. The figures of the three people appeared and disappeared among them, looking down at the cave below, which was shaking more and more violently.

"The act of protecting the livestock went too far."

Hu Ji, dressed in a long black robe with lotus patterns, spoke in a low, melancholic tone, his aura shimmering and ethereal, yet at the edge of this radiance, there were poisonous insects and incantations changing.

Qingyue watched the battle below with a smile, golden energy spreading around her. Seeing Wei Shuang disappear into the void with a large purple talisman, she raised an eyebrow and said:

"The Frost Plum Sect is, after all, part of the Taiyin lineage. Now it has declined, with only True Person [Treading Snow] remaining. But he is still a figure valued by the Louguan lineage."

"He truly has great courage in protecting livestock, but... when he first came to Dali, what was that Li Fire he was talking about?"

The master of Taiping Mountain appeared to be asking a question, but he already had a plan in mind. The national advisor's eyes were deep and his voice was as cold as the wind as he said:

"The Baoyi Temple, which was given to this monk by the King of Lishan, is located on the banks of the Sishui River, within his fiefdom. Among all the kings, he and the two kings of Lanshan are the most concerned about the defense against the Liao."

Upon hearing this, Qingyue didn't say anything more. There were many kings in Dali, but most of them didn't have any real power and were not as powerful as the immortals. There were only a handful of truly powerful princes, and this Prince Lishan was one of them.

The matter of Buddhist monks being released from captivity was undoubtedly a great taboo to discuss in front of this descendant of Emperor Zhao Qi. Back then, when the last emperor of Zhao Ting was demoted to the title of Jialan, Hua Shidao rode on the head of the imperial family, which was a real disgrace. This national teacher also disliked Buddhist monks very much.

"Fine, since no decree has been issued from the cave, let this prince do as he pleases."

At this point, the topic was dropped. Hu Ji's eyes flashed like cold lightning as he scanned the area below, finally settling on a shaman who was controlling poisonous insects. He seemed to be deep in thought, his gaze growing increasingly sharp.

“Tian Du Mountain sent me a message saying that Zhe Du died, and it had nothing to do with Wu Shan.”

His voice carried a palpable killing intent, sending a chill down Nan Wang's spine. Yet, he was puzzled, as the Grand Preceptor and Master Qingyue hadn't revealed much about their schemes to him.

Qingyue, standing to the side, immediately understood. The golden aura spread throughout the void, allowing him to see the scene below.

"Misfortune and fortune are intertwined. With the Yuan Poison as an obstacle, should we kill him?"

He spoke these words lightly, showing no regard for the sorcerer below, but Nan Wang, standing to the side, was somewhat surprised.

The origins of Zhe Du are unknown to ordinary people, but Nan Wang, being of noble blood in the Wu clan, naturally has records within the clan.

The former master of Tiandu Mountain was the calamity-causing sorcerer, who was the last culprit of the calamity-causing power. He perished together with the Heavenly Official of Fortune. When he fell, thousands of poisonous creatures emerged from the mountain and wailed for a hundred days.

Among them, one insect is the most extraordinary, a sign that the Yuan Du fruit position is about to appear. It has been sealed in Tian Du Mountain until now, and it was not until the two evil poisons were divided that it was born. It is the original form of this Zhe Du.

If placed in other lineages, this poison would be considered a seed for a Golden Core, highly valued by those seeking a high-ranking position. However, since it falls under the category of Yuan Poison, its significance is somewhat complicated.

This path was originally a manifestation of the acquired, bestowed by Emperor Fu. However, as the profound energy ceased to manifest and the calamity and poison became ingrained, this path almost declined to the extreme, nearly dissipating from the Great Luo realm. Consequently, much of the divine power of this poisonous being was lost.

'Huji wanted to verify the oldest concepts of fortune and misfortune, which is why he supported Tiandu Mountain.'

Nan Wang's mind raced, and he immediately understood the Grand Preceptor's meaning. If he only wanted the golden position, why give Tian Du Mountain a chance? This Grand Preceptor was extremely ambitious and wanted to use the principle of mutual dependence of fortune and misfortune to correct the relationship between the two paths.

The obstacle between these two paths is naturally the Yuan Poison, and the only variable lies with the Zhe Poison.

Nan Wang, born into a prestigious family, was no fool. With just one sentence, he roughly guessed the plot. But when he suddenly looked up, he saw the Grand Preceptor Qi smiling at him.

The smile was so kind that it sent a chill down his spine. He heard the other person laugh:

"I would be grateful if Nanwang could make a trip to the grotto."

"I?"

Nan Wang felt a sense of unease, but the other party's next move made his eyes tremble. He saw the national advisor slowly take out a Ruyi scepter with ripples of auspicious light.

This object is made entirely of gold and jade, with auspicious cloud and golden lotus patterns and the image of a lucky star shining brightly on it. It is clearly a spiritual treasure of the path of fortune!

This thing is far more precious than any other spiritual treasure of any other sect. It has many wonderful uses and is enough to suppress the clan's fortune and the sect's power. Yet, Huji has now handed this Ruyi to him.

"The 【Fuyang Ruyi】is given to you. Once you enter the cave, it can serve as a protective charm."

Hu Ji paused for a moment, then continued:

"Zhe Du must perish in the cave today. In the end, we must use this Ruyi to shatter his true spirit. Do you understand? If you accomplish this, Tian Du Mountain will owe you a favor. Don't disgrace your elders' reputation."

His tone was somewhat encouraging, but Nan Wang's heart was pounding.

'Shall I deal with this sorcerer?'

Even though Zhe Du's fate is damaged and not perfect, his Yuan Du technique is not weak in combat. He has a strong physical body and strange methods, so he is not easy to deal with.

Nan Wang accepted the jade ruyi, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Why doesn't the Imperial Advisor take action himself? Wouldn't that reduce the chances of something going wrong?"

"If I were to intervene, it would damage the overall atmosphere."

Hu Ji sighed and looked into the cave. The poisonous creature had already reached the old land of Shangwu and was running rampant, injuring many people in the Purple Mansion. This made Hu Ji's eyes even sharper.

"Of course we won't let you do it alone. After you go down, the palace will send someone to help you, so there's no need to worry."

Having said that, Nan Wang had no choice but to agree. He was now serving the Imperial Preceptor on imperial orders, and dared not disobey. Moreover, if this matter succeeded, he would reap considerable benefits. Rolling dark blue demonic energy rose up, transforming into numerous demonic forms, engulfing the martial arts master and plunging him into the cave. At this moment, only Hu Ji and Qing Yue remained in this void.

"How is the Sword Immortal of Guishan doing these days?"

Huji's words were pointed, but Qingyue merely smiled slightly and said calmly:
"My senior brother cultivates the Pure Yang Sword Dao. He previously took Donghua's old artifacts and is refining them. He hasn't even seen me."

This seemingly casual remark effectively shut the other party down. Hu Ji's eyes flickered, and instead of asking further questions, he simply sighed:

"It's a pity that if this sword immortal had come to defend against the Liao, it would have greatly increased the chances of victory. It's just that the Chunyang sect is involved with Donghua."

"Doesn't our Great Li have another Sword Immortal?"

Seeing that his senior brother was distancing himself from the situation, Qingyue changed the subject and brought up the person from the Thunder Department, which made Huji's expression turn cold.

"Does the Imperial Advisor dislike his identity as a descendant of the Shu Kingdom?"

The True Person Qingyue asked softly, intending to test the Grand Preceptor's attitude, but Huji beside him only said in a deep voice:
"The seeds of the Rai clan are probably going to be destroyed."

This single sentence had already answered the other party's question, allowing Qingyue to gradually formulate a plan. She realized that the Grand Preceptor's attitude was one that she would probably have no choice but to use.

The significance of a Shelei Sword Immortal is immense. If he does not reach the Golden Core stage, he can almost control an entire battlefront and will be a key figure in the future struggle against Liao.

'My path of reform also has a sword lineage, but now...'

Upon thinking of this, Qingyue sighed and continued to admire the scenery within the cave.
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The gray-blue Wushan Mountains stretch endlessly, like the spine of a giant beast, with jagged rocks and peaks like fangs, piercing the leaden clouds.

The mountain was surrounded by poisonous barriers, with all sorts of venomous insects darting about and making rustling noises. Occasionally, a few cultivators from the Purple Mansion realm would set foot there, but their spiritual senses would vanish like mud oxen entering the sea, finding no opportunity and instead being forced back by the poisonous barriers.

Zhe Du, dressed in a dark gray witch's robe that billowed in the wind, stood before the mountain. His insect-like eyes darted about, and he stared intently at the silent, tomb-like Wushan Mountain in front of him, revealing a rare hint of hesitation.

"The ancient land of Shangwu".

Looking at this Wushan Mountain range, he felt a surge of excitement to enter it, but a tremor originating from his very being stopped him.

"how so?"

Zhe Du felt a sense of foreboding, but the things in Wushan were precious and even related to his success, so how could he leave now?

Having cultivated in the Tiandu Mountain for many years, he was also proficient in witchcraft and knew how to calculate, yet he showed no signs of anything amiss.

He has always acted recklessly, not even taking the people of the Immortal Sect seriously, and has always considered himself the incarnation of Heavenly Poison. But now, he has shown a rare hint of fear in his heart.

After a moment's thought, he still headed towards Wushan, his mind already somewhat resolute.

"The opportunity to attain enlightenment may lie within this."

This Wushan region was once the fiefdom of the Heavenly Poison lineage, bestowed by the imperial palace. The sorcerer was not skilled in the art of creating grotto heavens, so the former supreme sorcerer only established his lineage in the human world and did not open grotto heavens.

Aside from Tiandu Mountain, this Wushan area in Kunwei is another important place for the two paths of calamity and poison, and it is also his current opportunity.

The sorcerer rose into the air on the wind, completely ignoring the miasma around him, and headed towards this treacherous Wushan Mountain. At this moment, countless poisonous insects lurking in the mountain all chirped joyfully, and Zhe Du's figure gradually disappeared into the mist.

In the distance, dark blue demonic energy flickered, and Nan Wang's figure emerged from it. He concealed himself with the Ruyi in his hand, making him undetectable to anyone. At this moment, his expression was somewhat solemn.

Suddenly, a burst of earthly energy rose silently, and a man in a gray Taoist robe emerged from nowhere, standing quietly behind Nan Wang, and said calmly:

"Could you be a fellow Daoist from the You lineage? I am Wen'e, a descendant of Hei Sha. Qi Changsheng sent me here to carry out this mission."

An extremely terrifying aura of malevolent energy condensed on the opponent's body, and the power of a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator was faintly revealed, which startled Nan Wang, who had never seen this master before and had never even heard of his name.

'They are probably figures from within a celestial realm.'

Nan Wang felt a pang of apprehension, but only looked at the other party and asked:

"I don't know how to deal with this poison?"

Wen E stood with his hands behind his back, his aura extremely imposing, seemingly not taking Zhe Du seriously at all, and simply said indifferently:

"When he comes out, I will kill him. You can use your supernatural powers to smash his true spirit with this Ruyi."

As he spoke, Wen'e flipped his hand and produced an object, which was a witch talisman about three inches long. It was carved entirely from white bone, with black light condensed on it, exuding a terrifying aura.

'The items from Tiandu Mountain were ordered by that great shaman.'

With this item, Nan Wang had no more doubts. It seemed that letting Zhe Du die in this place was already a consensus between Tian Du Mountain and the Grand Preceptor, and that this witch had no chance of survival.

"Once this talisman is used, it will sever his human form and restore his original nature. Let's wait for him to take out the witch's treasure."

Wen E's voice was cold as he looked at the gray Wushan Mountain, where the miasma grew increasingly thick.

(End of this chapter)