Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 733 Losing One's Temperament
Panhai, Mengzhou.

The Taiyin Qi dispersed and accumulated like frost and snow. The Xuan Palace was situated, and white flowers bloomed. Outside this Taiyin secret place, there was a supernatural light. Jia wood was like a dragon, and purple qi was like a phoenix.

"This is Lord Wei's temporary palace. Fellow Daoist, you may go and have a look."

A young man dressed in a golden and emerald robe led the way with a smile, stopping very properly outside the moonlight without entering. Behind him followed a man in a purple robe with a long beard.

Guan Quan's aura dissipated slightly, but he had already reached the level of the Four Divine Powers. Over the years, he had sent many people to contact Dong Cang, and finally, he had arranged everything properly.

He was also holding a purple jade box in his arms, which exuded a chilling aura, as if he had been drawn by the White Moon Mystic Palace.

The Louguan Daoist master's gaze shifted slightly, turning to the Jiamu Zifu beside him, and he asked with some doubt:
"Thank you for guiding me, Fellow Daoist Huan Biao. But now that you have joined the Eastern Cang Sect, what will become of Qiu Qing?"

He was on good terms with Da Chi Yi Guan, so he naturally knew that Qiu Qing had occupied someone else's ancestral land and that a conflict was bound to happen sooner or later. Now was the perfect time to see what this Huan Biao Zhenren meant.

"The fire of Li is blazing and cannot tolerate the virtue of wood. Now I am the head of Changbiao Pavilion under the Dongcang lineage. You may call me Xiao Biao. The matter of Qiuqing is long gone."

The Master Huan Biao spoke in a serious tone, seemingly afraid that the other party would drag him into the matter again. He paused slightly and then said:

“Fellow Daoist comes from the ancient immortal path, and there are many people willing to protect you, so you are not afraid of a great battle. I am different. If we don’t hurry up, I’m afraid I will be left there.”

Guan Quan nodded slightly. Regardless of other matters, the border is now preparing for a major battle, which seems to have reached its most intense stage, and many people will likely perish in the Purple Mansion realm.

However, those who died should not be the direct descendants of the Golden Core cultivators or the personal disciples of the Venerables, but rather those who had no background but possessed high cultivation.

He bid farewell to the True Man Huan Biao, his mind becoming slightly solemn, and stepped into the moonlight. Even though he had successfully broken through to the fourth level of divine power, he still felt a deep pressure emanating from this Xuan Palace.

"Guan Quan, of the Louguan lineage, requests an audience with Your Excellency."

Compared to other rogue cultivators, he understood the status of this person in the palace much better. He was an ancestor of the Wei family, a direct descendant of the Taiyin lineage, and had undergone multiple rebirths through physical refinement. He was probably one of the few figures below the Golden Core stage in this world.

Guan Quan sent letters several times but received no response. Finally, a few years ago, the other party agreed to meet, but did not say whether they would be willing to save Wei Shuang.

The Louguan Taoist master felt unusually uneasy, waiting to see what would happen, and dared not make any rash moves.

The ethereal moonlight transformed into a series of goddesses who descended, standing on either side. Frost and snow condensed into a long staircase leading directly to the Xuan Palace, while the blockade above the gate gradually faded, opening a crack.

A vast expanse of Yin energy rushed towards them, and the purple jade box in Guan Quan's hand rose into the air, then opened, revealing a head inside with its eyes tightly closed and motionless.

The profound and mysterious Taiyin divine power locked Wei Shuang's life, allowing her to remain stable even without the protection of the spiritual artifact. Her injuries did not continue to spread, and the ghostly shadows and demonic thoughts lurking nearby were all captured and dissipated before the radiance of Taiyin.

The injuries from the lingering venom and the depleted Qi that had troubled Guan Quan for so long dissipated easily and effortlessly.

Taiyin governs the intangible. All ghosts, inner demons, obsessions, and evil spirits have an inescapable ruler, Taiyin, just as Taiyang is the master of the divine path and governs the tangible.

"How did the cultivators of the Youdai Dao, the Tiandai Moye Dao lineage, specifically the Youguitai and Zhimoguan lineages, acquire these methods?"

A calm and serene female voice came from the crack in the door, instantly revealing the source of Wei Shuang's injuries.

Guan Quan dared not be negligent and immediately recounted the events at Baihe, as well as Wei Shuang's background and her relationship with his own lineage, requesting that this ancient cultivator from the Wei family take action.

"I do understand the Taiyin Refining Technique, but why use it on him?"

The woman inside the door spoke slowly, her voice slightly pausing:
"To complete this method, the most advanced Taiyin spiritual resources are required. Back then, I obtained the Taiyin Origin Soul to refine my form. Although he doesn't need such spiritual items, the difference cannot be too great."

"I, Louguan, am willing to compensate."

Guan Quan's voice carried a certain confidence; after all, he was from an ancient immortal sect with an incredibly profound foundation, and he should be able to offer something that would satisfy this person.

The voice from within the Xuan Palace seemed to carry a hint of helplessness as it sighed.

"The matter of spiritual objects is secondary. The so-called 'forgetting oneself to obtain form, and refining the essence to become an immortal' means that if one wants to refine the form and be reborn, one must first die."

A white light rose from the palace and touched the forehead of Wei Shuang's severed head, causing the man to slowly wake up.

"The Taiyin Wei clan originated from Xiu Ye. Their ancestor was Xuan Jun, the master of the Taihao Immortal Court, who oversaw the private affairs of Taiyin and established the Baiyue Palace lineage. Since ascending to the throne, Yan Chu has descended upon the immortals. I am the third-generation patriarch of the Wei clan and the last Daoist master of the Baiyue Palace. Considering that you are also a descendant of my Wei clan and close to Taiyin, I will ask you one thing."

The woman's voice was extremely cold, coming from a crack in the door.

"Would you be willing to forget your grudges and cultivate with me? You can refine your form and be reborn. If your cultivation is sufficient, a celestial messenger will be waiting for you under the moon."

Wei Shuang's eyes gradually cleared from their initial dazed state. He understood the other person's identity and the meaning behind their words.

This is the path to heaven, an opportunity that countless ancestors could not obtain. The other party is also an ancient ancestor of terrifying seniority, representing the orthodox lineage of Taiyin, a lineage that Shuangmei has upheld and respected for generations.

"May I ask, sir, if I agree, will I still have the chance to avenge my sect in this lifetime?"

“I do not wish to interfere too much in worldly affairs. The Guanghan Palace on the Taiyin Star has little to do with my clan. If you follow me in cultivation, it will represent my will.”

Her words made it very clear: the Palace Mistress of White Moon Palace could show mercy and save Wei Shuang, but it was impossible for her to help Wei Shuang take revenge.

Whether it was Yue'e being humiliated or Shuangmei being destroyed, it was all insignificant to this Palace Master Wei. She had lived for too long that things that were once as heavy as mountains were now as insignificant as dust in her heart.

The reason she was willing to save Wei Shuang today was simply because the other party was a promising talent, and it had very little to do with her bloodline.

To put it bluntly, even if all the Wei families in the world were to die out, as long as they didn't interfere with her pursuit of the Dao, she wouldn't feel the slightest ripple in her heart.

Wei Shuang's cold and stern face showed a hint of relief, and the hatred that often burned in his eyes gradually subsided. He looked at Guan Quan beside him, the elder who seemed about to say something but remained silent.

"Wei Shuang owes you so much, senior. I only regret that I have not been able to avenge my grievances or repay your kindness."

The man seemed to have confirmed something, and looked only at the Xuan Palace ahead.

"Since I cannot avenge my sect, how can I have the face to live on in this world? Even if you remove the demon from my body, I cannot forget this hatred. Otherwise, who will remember the 1,321 disciples of Frost Plum Sect!"

"Wei Shuang is willing to die to atone for her master's sins."

His voice was extremely resolute. The wind and snow were blowing, the frost was spreading, and the last bit of his life was shaken, causing his vital energy to gradually become unstable.

"That's true."

The sounds from the palace had just begun when they suddenly stopped. A gentle, peaceful white mist seemed to rise in the air, billowing and swirling like swimming fish.

Wei Shuang's injuries quickly stabilized, and the fierce wind and snow that had surrounded her gradually dissipated, but the voice from the palace seemed hesitant.

"It's not that we don't have any methods."

As her voice rang out, a ray of white moonlight quickly rose up, instantly engulfing Wei Shuang's head. The change in her supernatural power gradually sealed away the memories in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Guan Quan stepped forward, his gaze hardening. A faint purple aura manifested behind him, and he said solemnly:

"My lord, since Wei Shuang is unwilling, why bother?"

Although he was extremely concerned about the life of this junior, in his view, forcibly twisting the other person's will to survive was no different from killing the other person with his own hands.
"Don't worry, after the body is refined, there will be a time when he remembers it."

The palace was filled with the shimmering light of the moon, and in an instant, Guan Quan's purple aura was completely concealed by something, making it difficult for him to move again.

"He has a family lineage and also hates lust. I am willing to vouch for him. After he is reborn, I will have no further connection with him. He can seek revenge if he wants, but he must not use the name of me, the Taiyin Wei Clan, or the Baiyue lineage."

Guan Quan took a deep breath and said respectfully:

"On behalf of Wei Shuang, I thank you, sir."

His gaze fell on the ground, where the frost and snow that had accumulated had dissipated, turning into a layer of warm white water that flowed gently, as smooth and lustrous as jade.

(End of this chapter)