Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 171 Zhuo Qingyan: I'll Make You Die with Unresolved Feelings
Changping Prefecture Government Office.

Yuan Wenrui, wearing a cloak, stood in the backyard, looking up at the sky to the north of the city.

Five-colored thunderclouds, wind and fire sweeping across the sky, a dark and deep hell, and a god radiating golden light...

"Who are these people?" Yuan Wenrui asked. "Are they from the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Spirit Court?"

Behind him stood two middle-aged men.

A middle-aged man dressed in black said, "My wife just went to check, but there are restrictions blocking the outer perimeter of Jin Feng Hall, so she can't get in. She can only see the wailing of evil spirits inside, and the scene is chaotic, so she can't see clearly."

Another middle-aged man dressed in blue said, "Don't worry, Magistrate. The Golden Wind God King's magic power is profound. The experts from the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Spirit Court can't come to Jiangnan. They are no match for the God King."

“Those winds, fires, and thunderclouds are not easy to deal with; the newcomer’s cultivation may not be inferior to that of the Golden Wind God King.”

A strange voice came from above their heads. It was a thin man dressed in brocade clothes with a sleazy appearance sitting on a treetop, holding a wine pot in his hand, his eyes flashing with an eerie red light.

The skinny man chuckled and looked at Yuan Wenrui, "Prefect, you should prepare accordingly. Perhaps a distinguished guest will be visiting tomorrow."

Yuan Wenrui's eyes flickered, and then he saw a woman wearing a crimson sable coat walk out of the side room, looking at the northern sky with a hint of panic in her eyes. "Master, the God King has encountered an enemy. Do you know the truth?"

Yuan Wenrui smiled slightly, "Na'er, go back and rest. The God King is a master of magic. Even if there are enemies, they are no match for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames that had almost enveloped the northern sky suddenly dissipated, the five-colored thunderclouds slowly dispersed, and the massive magical power fluctuations also vanished abruptly, leaving only lingering aftershocks. The strange creatures in the city, still intimidated, dared not make any rash moves.

"Huh?" Everyone turned around at the same time.

"Finished?"

"So fast?"

The middle-aged man in black breathed a sigh of relief. "The Golden Wind God King's power is boundless. It seems we've escaped danger this time."

The middle-aged man in blue frowned and looked at the thin man sitting on the treetop. The thin man, who had been teasing earlier, looked quite shocked. "How could it be so fast?"

Yuan Wenrui raised an eyebrow and looked at the thin man. "Is something wrong?"

The thin man said in a deep voice, "The Golden Wind God King has seven or eight hundred years of cultivation, has accumulated countless incense offerings, and has refined thousands of wronged souls and vengeful ghosts. He is in charge of the Golden Wind God Sect. Even if an opponent with a thousand years of cultivation comes, he may not be able to take him down overnight."

The middle-aged man in black was taken aback. "Isn't it Golden Wind God King Sheng?"

The skinny man chuckled, "The Golden Wind God King is a formidable figure in Changping Prefecture. If those people didn't have the slightest confidence, how dare they come knocking on our door?"

The woman in the mink coat had a fleeting look in her eyes. She took light steps and approached Yuan Wenrui. Then she noticed the shadow beneath the middle-aged man in black move slightly, blocking the way between her and Yuan Wenrui.

"My lord," the woman in the sable coat said sweetly, "Although I am the Golden Wind Goddess, my body has long belonged to you, and my heart is with you."

Yuan Wenrui nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, Na'er, I know that."

Just then, the thin man suddenly turned around, his eyes glowing red, and stared straight at the north wall of the courtyard. Four figures, two men and two women, appeared on the wall, with a white fox perched on the shoulder of the girl on the far left.

"Huh? There's another expert?" A young man in blue on the far right looked at the thin man with surprise. "His cultivation is even higher than mine. How come such an expert is willing to be a lackey?"

The red light in the thin man's eyes faded, and he remained silent.

The middle-aged man in blue stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "May I ask if you gentlemen have just come from Jinfeng Hall? My name is Yue Tao, and I hold the position of tutor in Changping Prefecture. May I ask how you gentlemen are addressed?"

The middle-aged man in black also cupped his hands and said, "I am Huang Yiping, a fellow tutor of the Yuan family prefect. The prefect is a court official, unlike the Golden Wind Divine Sect. Why don't you masters come down for a chat?"

The two men had already set up the ladder, and all that was left was for Yuan Wenrui to speak. But after waiting for a while, they didn't hear Yuan Wenrui speak, so they turned around and saw Yuan Wenrui staring blankly at the group of people on the wall, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The two looked at each other, wondering why Yuan Wenrui was making such a fuss. Even if the other party was a member of the imperial court, he was a guest in Jiangnan and had no choice in his own life. The imperial court might not make things difficult for him. Why was he so afraid?

"They are enemies, not friends!" Yuan Wenrui suddenly shouted. "Attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of magical power erupted from Yuan Wenrui's body, enveloping him as he retreated towards the side garden.

Zhuo Qingyan's eyes were cold as she leaped over.

The man in black was taken aback, and the shadow beneath him stood up, transforming into a black-clad, black-haired female ghost. The man and the ghost blocked Zhuo Qingyan's path, but were interrupted by a sword whistle.

They looked up and saw a phantom about two zhang tall hovering in mid-air, its oppressive aura suppressing their souls. Then the blue-robed youth from before drew his sword and struck, the sword light splitting in two, piercing straight into their hearts.

The thin man's eyes flashed red again. Seeing the middle-aged man in blue move slightly, he hurriedly transmitted his thoughts. Then, instead of stopping Zhuo Qingyan, the two of them leaped away and prepared to leave from the other side.

But just as they took flight, they saw the girl wave her hand, and several pieces of yellow paper suddenly turned to ash, and then a semi-transparent light curtain enveloped the Changping government office.

The next moment, the last young man in blue blocked their way, his gaze fixed on the thin man.

"With such a strong aura of malevolence, how many people have you killed?"

As soon as Gu Zhao finished speaking, he raised his hand and summoned the Soul-Fixing Seal, which shot out a beam of light that immobilized the middle-aged man in blue. Then, with a flick of his right sword finger, a bolt of purple-gold lightning descended from the sky and struck the top of the thin man's head.

The thin man suddenly looked up, his eyes shooting out two beams of red light, directly confronting the Heavenly Thunder Needle.

"Boom!"

A loud bang actually dissipated the heavenly thunder.

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow. "His cultivation is indeed not weak, almost on par with the Yellow Dog King. Fortunately, we were careful last time and didn't come directly, but times have changed. Now..."

Gu Zhao smiled coldly, reached out and grabbed a long spear in his hand, "Now offer up your killing intent!"

……

On the other side, Yuan Wenrui possessed magical powers. Although his cultivation level was not high, it was still far beyond that of ordinary people. In just a few breaths, he flew to the back garden and arrived next to a rockery.

But before he could even enter the artificial mountain cave, he saw a figure appear in front of it.

Dressed in white like snow, with black hair like a waterfall, her expression was aloof, and her face was beautiful.

Yuan Wenrui stopped in his tracks, "Qingyan..."

Zhuo Qingyan glanced at him indifferently, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, a half-smile on her lips, "Yuan Wenrui."

Yuan Wenrui's eyes flickered. He had once heard Zhuo Qingyan's unsavory intentions in the song, and he knew that Zhuo Qingyan was not someone who could be swayed by his words. He turned his gaze to the woman in the sable coat who had followed him into the garden.

"Stop this woman! Once I've succeeded, I'll marry you!"

The woman in the mink coat's eyes flickered, and then she saw Zhuo Qingyan take out a small banner and wave it slightly. A sinister aura carrying a chilling aura enveloped her, and then she knew nothing more.

From Yuan Wenrui's perspective, what he saw was Zhuo Qingyan waving her hand, and then his beloved concubine's ghost body was scattered, her soul instantly annihilated by the evil energy, her spirit scattered.

Zhuo Qingyan turned to Yuan Wenrui, her eyes indifferent, "Actually, no matter what secrets are in the cave, you are doomed to die, but I will not let you in, I will not give you any hope, I will make you die with your eyes open."

(End of this chapter)