Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 172 Lingfa Academy Li Qingshuang
When Gu Zhao and Yun Yang arrived at the backyard, Yuan Wenrui was kneeling at Zhuo Qingyan's feet, weeping and begging for mercy.

Just then, Master Jingfeng stepped into the backyard.

"Senior Brother Yansong and Senior Brother Mingyu are arranging the aftermath of the Golden Wind Sect. Senior Brother Yihong went to the Prefectural Magistrate's house to prepare for him to take over the administration of Changping Prefecture tomorrow." Daoist Jingfeng looked at Yuan Wenrui. "If the Prefectural Magistrate is incompetent, we will look for him in order of seniority."

"Me too! Me too!"

Yuan Wenrui suddenly turned around and saw that Master Jingfeng had a stern expression. He hurriedly begged for mercy, "Master, save me! I am the magistrate of Changping Prefecture. I am most familiar with the affairs of the prefecture. You can give me any instructions!"

"Anyone is fine, but not you." Master Jingfeng sneered and turned to Zhuo Qingyan. "If Miss Zhuo is not satisfied, this old Taoist can extract his soul and throw it into the Netherworld Hell to torment him for a hundred years."

A look of terror flashed in Yuan Wenrui's eyes. He leaped forward, trying to get past Zhuo Qingyan.

But as soon as he got up, he found that his surroundings had changed drastically. Just a moment ago, he was in his own back garden with pavilions and waterside terraces, but in the blink of an eye, he had become a barren, icy wasteland with jagged rocks.

"Illusion!"

Yuan Wenrui's eyes sharpened. While guarding his sea of ​​consciousness, he rushed towards the direction he had just identified, and at the same time, he formed a hand seal, preparing to cast a spell.

But after running for a while, he found himself still in the Frozen Hell, and the hand seals in his hands did not move at all.

Yuan Wenrui had no choice but to stop and turn around cautiously, only to see Zhuo Qingyan standing quietly not far from him, coldly watching him.

The next moment, Zhuo Qingyan waved her hand, and a chilling aura enveloped Yuan Wenrui, instantly freezing him. Then, she pulled him back, extracting his soul and throwing it into a nearby ice pool.

Yuan Wenrui's soul instinctively tried to escape, but then ice spikes suddenly shot out from the ice pool, piercing his soul and locking him firmly inside.

A chilling aura entered his body, and Yuan Wenrui's soul screamed in agony, but no sound came out.

Zhuo Qingyan bowed to Daoist Jingfeng and said, "Please, Uncle, keep him locked up for now. I want to take him to my late father's grave and then destroy his soul to appease his spirit in heaven."

“No problem.” Daoist Jingfeng nodded and took the Netherworld Prison into his sea of ​​consciousness, while locking Yuan Wenrui’s soul deep within the Netherworld Prison.

Gu Zhao glanced at Yuan Wenrui's corpse, then looked at the secret room behind the artificial hill. "What secrets does this place hold that he would use as a trump card to turn the tide?"

At this moment, the embroiderer also released the Dragon-Locking Talisman and led Bai Ke to the back garden.

Bai Ke scoffed, "He can't even beat the Golden Wind God King, what kind of trump card could he possibly have? Probably some kind of tunnel connecting to the outside world?"

“We’ll find out once we go in,” Gu Zhao said, patting his folding fan. “We can’t leave this secret to the new prefect.”

The group was skilled and daring, and they were not worried about any traps in the secret chamber of the artificial mountain. Yun Yang took the lead, and with a gentle movement of the Taoist Qi, the stone door of the artificial mountain was opened, and the group walked into the secret passage.

After walking through a passageway that wasn't too long—roughly from top to bottom, from the ground to underground—there was a secret room locked by an iron gate ahead.

"Is there anyone inside?"

The group sensed the energy emanating from the secret chamber, opened the iron door, and saw what was inside.

The secret room was small, only about ten square meters, and there were no miscellaneous items. It looked rather empty, except for a cage of less than two square meters in the middle, where a woman in green was sitting cross-legged.

Several chains were attached to the walls of the secret chamber, one end fixed to the wall and the other binding the woman in green's hands and feet. Two other chains pierced through her collarbones, leaving dark red bloodstains on her green dress. Hearing the door open, the woman in green initially remained unmoved, but after hearing several breaths, she abruptly opened her eyes, a barely perceptible, sharp blue light flashing within them.

"Save her." Gu Zhao pointed at the woman; he didn't sense any malevolent energy emanating from her.

Yun Yang drew his sword, its sword energy stretching three feet. With a few strokes, he severed the surrounding chains and the iron chains of the cage. The embroiderer opened the cage and first removed the chains binding the woman's limbs.

"Girl, bear with the pain," the embroiderer comforted her, then removed the chain that bound her collarbone.

The woman in green groaned and saw the girl beside her pat two yellow talismans on her wound. The talismans then turned into light and merged into her flesh and blood, and the wound on her shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, a pure demonic aura surged from the woman in green, which, together with the Heavenly Light, dispelled the restrictions within her body.

Looking at the concerned young girl beside her, the woman in green softened her gaze and then looked at Gu Zhao, who was at the head of the group, "I am Li Qingshuang from the Lingfa Academy. Thank you all for saving me."

Gu Zhao's eyes flickered; he had seen a living member of the Spirit Court.

"Gu Zhao of the Great Luo Palace greets Miss Li." Gu Zhao cupped his hands in greeting.

Daluo Palace?
Li Qingshuang had never heard of this force before, but she reminded him, "Yuan Wenrui is colluding with the Golden Wind Divine Cult, and he also has a red-eyed monkey with three or four hundred years of cultivation by his side."

The embroiderer smiled upon hearing this, "The Golden Wind God King has already been executed, and that Red-Eyed Monkey was also killed by the young master with a single spear thrust."

Li Qingshuang was startled upon hearing this. The red-eyed monkey was one thing, but it only had a little over three hundred years of cultivation. The Golden Wind God King was much more formidable. Even in this world, those with over five hundred years of cultivation were few and far between.

Only a master of the same cultivation level could kill such a powerful expert.

"Let's talk about it after you've said your piece," Gu Zhao asked. "Is the young lady able to walk on her own?"

"Yes, thank you, young master." Li Qingshuang nodded, then got up and left the cage on her own.

Upon their first meeting, the other party didn't ask any questions but immediately lifted the restrictions on her and healed her injuries. Li Qingshuang also felt a great liking for Gu Zhao and the others.

But just because the other party doesn't ask doesn't mean you can remain silent.

"I came to Jiangnan with the intention of tracking down the murderer who killed my sister. However, I encountered that red-eyed monkey killing people on the way and wanted to get rid of him. I had just seriously injured him when I was stopped by Yuan Wenrui and the Golden Wind God King."

Li Qingshuang sighed, "Yuan Wenrui has the aptitude to form a bond with me and is unwilling to kill me, so the Golden Wind God King severely injured and restricted me, imprisoning me here and forcing me to form a bond."

"I see." Zhuo Qingyan nodded, understanding. "No wonder he came here before. If he could be in harmony with you, he would have a chance to escape."

The embroiderer was puzzled. "But Miss Li certainly wouldn't want to be in harmony with him, would she?"

Gu Zhao smiled and said, "This is his last straw; he has to give it a try."

After the group left the secret room, they saw Daoist Yihong stride over, accompanied by a middle-aged man with a humble demeanor. "This is the Prefect of Changping Prefecture. He will take over as Prefect tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)