thefictionvixens Chapter 106 Qingyun Sect's Special Administrative Department at Kongsang Mountain
Chapter 106 Qingyun Sect's Special Administrative Department at Kongsang Mountain
Chapter 106 Qingyun Sect's Special Administrative Department at Kongsang Mountain
One month later, on the shores of the East China Sea.
A strangely shaped giant ship is moored at the dock. Its hull is black and angular, unlike the rounded shape of ordinary seagoing vessels. It looks more like some kind of giant mechanical construct. For more than half a month, it has been quietly moored here, neither setting sail nor unloading cargo, attracting passers-by to stop and watch, and discussing it.
On the deck, the eldest brother was on pins and needles, sweating profusely. He lowered his eyes, pretending to be focused on the chessboard in front of him, but in reality, his mind was only thinking about how to lose the game without leaving a trace.
The person opposite him was holding a black chess piece, his brows furrowed, and he didn't look up for a long time.
For the eldest brother, every day since setting sail has been agonizing. As the head of the Blood Refining Hall, who had roamed the Kongsang Mountain for many years, he was now being forcibly confined to this ship and forced to play chess with Elder Han in front of him every day.
Unfortunately, this person was a terrible chess player, so bad that it was unbelievable. Every move he made was inexplicable, yet he was stubborn and wouldn't listen to any advice. He had to rack his brains to find a way to let the other player hand him a piece without leaving a trace, so that he could lose naturally but not too quickly, lest he anger the other player and lose his life for no reason.
"Um—Elder Han," he began cautiously, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "Aren't we going to set off yet? If we don't leave soon, the treasures on Liubo Mountain will probably be looted clean by all sorts of people—"
Before he could finish speaking, a rough and urgent voice rang out from behind him.
"Are you going to Liubo Mountain or not?!"
Upon hearing this, the eldest brother secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there was anyone on the ship besides the younger generation of those old demons who would dare to speak to Han Li in such a tone, it would only be Wild Dog Taoist.
Wild Dog Taoist strode forward, his already ugly face contorted with rage. He stood before Han Li, his voice so loud it made the ship's side vibrate: "You never intended to join this fun in the first place, dragging your feet and dawdling on and on!"
When questioned like this by a mere Qi Refining cultivator, Han Li showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he gently put down the black chess piece he had been holding for a long time and patiently explained, "Elder Wild Dog, please don't be impatient. We will definitely set off by tomorrow at the latest, and we will absolutely not delay the treasure hunt."
"Alright, alright, why are you people from your sect so slow?" Having received confirmation, Wild Dog Taoist felt much better, grumbling as he turned around and walked towards the cabin.
To be honest, he had been living in a daze these past few days. He had only gone out to catch a few demon bats, which took only a few days. When he returned, not only had his hometown been turned upside down, but his little brother had also transformed into a big shot of a top-tier sect and directly brought their ancestor to seize the power of the eldest brother.
If it weren't for the fact that those important figures still showed some politeness when speaking to Wild Dog, he would have really doubted whether Luo Xiaobu was truly his former underling. Han Li watched Wild Dog Daoist's figure disappear into the cabin and gently shook his head. It was quite a strange thing that such an honest person with no guile could survive until now in such a cruel and twisted environment as the Demonic Sect.
"That's enough for today." He raised his hand and waved, signaling the eldest brother to step down.
The old man felt as if he had been granted a pardon, repeatedly bowing in gratitude and fleeing the deck as if he were escaping.
Han Li stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the railing of the ship's side.
These past few days have been an agonizing ordeal for the eldest son, but for him, it has been an unprecedented enjoyment.
It turns out that bullying others with power is such a pleasant thing. No wonder those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage, who are already giants in their own right, always like to cause trouble for the younger generation.
The sea breeze caressed my face, carrying a salty, damp scent. In the distance, the water shimmered, and occasionally a seagull would skim across the surface, leaving behind a string of clear cries.
Han Li gazed at the thin gray line where the sea met the sky, but his mind had already drifted elsewhere.
The three paths that Russell had relayed from the Heavenly Emperor's mausoleum a few days ago had been swirling in his mind these past few days.
To outsiders, it was a precious inheritance that pointed directly to the Great Dao, but for these group members, the uncertain path ahead was not too necessary, since their respective cultivation systems already had sufficiently high limits.
These so-called three paths merely provided them with some inspiration.
For him, the latter two were meaningless; only the True Martial Path was somewhat interesting.
Although he has now achieved the Golden Core stage, his physical body is still too weak. This body-refining technique, which works from the inside out, has just solved his immediate problem.
However, there's no need to rush. The events in the world of Jade Dynasty are unfolding one after another, and he will have enough time to settle things after the Chaotic Star Sea.
And then there's the Soul Banner. The speed at which the Yin spirits within it are devouring each other far exceeds his expectations. At this rate, he doesn't know when a Core Formation Ghost General will be born. He still needs to find a sufficiently powerful main soul.
Hmm, speaking of which, I wonder if Xuan Yin will work —
Just as I was pondering this, a crisp notification sound rang out from the depths of my consciousness.
Zhang Xiaofan: "Brother Han, we've arrived."
Han Li raised his eyes and looked towards the western horizon.
Streaks of light shot out from the clouds, streaking across the azure sky like meteors, leaving faint trails of blue or green as they descended toward the giant ship.
The streaks of light descended onto the deck one after another. As the light faded, figures appeared. The young man at the head of the group was dressed in blue. His face still carried his usual kind and honest features, but there was more confidence between his brows than during the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.
He waved to Han Li, his voice filled with rare excitement: "Brother Han!"
Han Li nodded slightly and smiled, "Xiao Fan, we've finally met."
Zhang Xiaofan then turned to the side and began to introduce everyone who had come with him.
Tian Ling'er, Lu Xueqi, Song Daren, Du Bishu, Qi Hao, and Lin Jingyu—Han Li had seen these people in the live broadcast of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament. Now, seeing them in person, their expressions and postures were not much different from those on screen. Only the elder leading the group was unfamiliar to Han Li. This person wore a moon-white Taoist robe, had a thin face, and a calm aura. He stood at the edge of the crowd and did not say much.
"This is Uncle-Master Yunyi from Tongtian Peak," Zhang Xiaofan introduced.
Han Li nodded and politely bowed, but he didn't care too much. These minor characters, who didn't even have names in the original work, weren't worth spending too much time on.
He beckoned a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall and instructed him to lead the Qingyun Sect members into the cabin to see Xiao Yicai.
In just over a minute, Han Li was left alone on the deck again.
As for why Zhang Xiaofan and the others traveled on the same ship as the Blood Refining Hall, this has to do with Russell's plan.
Before Russell left, he made a suggestion in the group chat: since they had already taken over the place and the Blood Refining Hall was under their control, why not go all out?
The Ghost King Sect is full of experts and powerful figures, and it also has the Desolate Holy Temple behind it. Even if they each have their own trump cards, it is unrealistic for them to confront them head-on.
Anyway, the Demonic Sect doesn't reject infighting or factionalism, so they might as well let him join if he can't beat them.
They don't have enough manpower, so they naturally need to hire some outside help. As for where to hire them, Zhang Xiaofan, who is now recognized by the entire Qingyun Sect's higher-ups as the reincarnation of Qingye, has something to say.
During this period, Han Li has taken complete control of the Blood Refining Hall through swift and decisive means. Except for that fool Wild Dog Daoist, everyone from the eldest brother down has been placed under a restriction, and their lives are in Han Li's hands.
Once this trip to Liubo Mountain is over, and the Blood Refining Hall has fully integrated into the demonic path and gained the trust of various sects, these extras will be of little use. When attacking other demonic sects later, they will be the best cannon fodder, and a wave of purges can be carried out in the process.
At that time, the Blood Refining Hall will officially become the Qingyun Sect's special administrative department stationed at Kongsang Mountain, which can be considered as an achievement that these group members have given to Zhang Xiaofan.
In this plan, Russell was the chief strategist, Han Li was the executor and technical supporter, and Xiao Yicai was the main liaison between Qingyun Sect and Blood Refining Hall.
As for how Qingyun Sect will grow stronger and achieve new glory within the Demonic Sect after they leave this world, that depends on how Xiao Yicai and Dao Xuan Zhenren operate.
"Liubo Mountain is just ahead."
Above the East China Sea, Russell stood atop the broad head of the Blackwater Serpent, gazing into the distance.
Where the sea meets the sky, a dark silhouette slowly emerges from the mist. As it gets closer, the silhouette gradually unfolds, revealing undulating ridges and layered peaks.
It is called a mountain, but it is actually an enormous island that stretches across the sea and seems to have no end in sight.
"We're almost there!"
Xiaoyu let out a long sigh of relief. In her spirit form, she crossed her arms, her voice filled with an overwhelming sense of relief.
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For the past two weeks, she had been going crazy. Her soul was leaving her body, she couldn't sleep, and she couldn't eat. She had nothing to do except cultivate. Now that her destination was in sight, all she could think about was returning her soul to its place, having a big meal, and then sleeping soundly until the end of time.
Russell glanced at Xiaoyu, a smile creeping onto his lips. It was a rare sight to see her suffer a setback.
The Blackwater Serpent was incredibly fast. Before long, the coastline of Liubo Mountain was almost within reach. Russell leaped off the serpent's head, and as he landed, he threw out an Elf Capsule. A flash of seven-colored light engulfed the serpent's massive body, which was then absorbed into the capsule and stored in Nibelungen.
Almost at the same instant, a sharp, piercing sound came from the distance, tearing apart the silence on the island.
Russell looked up and saw a white light, like a summer meteor, streaking across the sky with a dazzling trail as it swept through the clouds. The light was incredibly fast, but it couldn't hide its haste. Behind it, several other lights of different colors, red, yellow, and white, were chasing after it, closing in step by step.
Anyone who sees this can understand that the current situation is that the person in front is fleeing while the person behind is chasing.
At this tense and exciting juncture, Russell's appearance now seems somewhat inappropriate.
The radiance emitted when the capsule contained the Xuan Snake naturally caught the attention of both parties.
The white streak of light paused slightly, clearly mistaking it for an ambush ahead. The pursuers behind, seeing this, also subconsciously slowed down, similarly concluding that it was a trap set by their adversaries.
Both sides made their judgments almost simultaneously.
"Get him!"
It's unclear who shouted first, but in an instant, several spells shot out from the pursuing troops' ranks, while the white streak of light gritted its teeth and unleashed a slender silver beam, both heading towards Russell's location.
Russell stood there, completely bewildered.
Then he heard an excited whisper from beside him.
"I'll do it!"
Xiaoyu stepped forward, and with a flick of her illusory little hand, the phantom of the dragon talisman lit up in her palm, with crimson, lava-like light patterns rapidly flowing along the edge of the talisman.
The next moment—
"boom!!"
A raging inferno erupted from her palm, its fiery white flames mingling with crimson, like a dragon opening its throat and letting out a deafening roar.
When their spells touched the raging flames, they couldn't even hold out for a moment before being shattered into countless fragments of light. The flames, undiminished in their momentum, swept outwards with overwhelming force.
The pursuing forces, outnumbering the pursuers, shouted in unison when they saw the situation was dire. Together, they erected a layered barrier of magical energy, causing the light screen to tremble and several disciples to bleed from their mouths before they could barely neutralize the shockwave.
The white streak ahead was alone, and its magic power had been depleted during the chase. Now, seeing the flames rushing towards it, it couldn't react at all. Just as the flames engulfed it, the person behind it finally appeared.
A deep purple beam of light shot out from behind her, condensing into a slender yet sharp figure in front of her. The newcomer's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals. As her clothes fluttered, the phantom of the Vermilion Bird suddenly unfolded in front of her, its beak emitting a long cry, its wings like blades, meeting the oncoming dragon-shaped flames head-on.
"Boom—"
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The two forces collided in mid-air, and huge ripples spread out layer by layer under the sky, even causing the sea to tremble.
"Aunt You!"
Biyao saw the familiar figure in front of her and called out in surprise.
Youji did not turn around; her gaze was fixed on the small figure below, her brows furrowed slightly.
What kind of magical artifact is that, possessing such power with a single strike?
"Xiaoyu," Russell called out, drawing out the last syllable.
Xiaoyu was still basking in the excitement of her previous attack when she turned around at the sound of the voice. She saw Russell squinting at her with a blank expression: "Quickly hide behind me."
"Brother Luo~" Xiaoyu immediately put on a pitiful expression, and said in a coquettish tone, "Just let me go, okay? With the talisman, I'll be fine! Look how amazing I was just now!"
Russell shook his head firmly, refusing to budge.
"Okay——" Xiaoyu pouted and obediently moved behind him, thinking to herself that Russell was becoming more and more like Uncle Long, not letting her do anything.
It's no wonder Russell was so nervous; the girl's thought process was just too peculiar, always coming up with something unexpected.
It's said that good times make you a dragon, bad times make you a father, and bad times make you Jade. But when things are safe, Jade is the biggest destabilizing factor.
He couldn't even count how many troubles Xiaoyu had caused along the way, and he guessed that only Jackie Chan could understand his gradually changing emotional journey.
Russell turned his gaze back to Biyao in the sky. Although the system was still upgrading, her calling him "Aunt You" had confirmed their identities to him.
Now, he needs to figure out how to smoothly integrate himself into the situation.
"Senior brother, this aura... Xuanhuo Jian!" Before Russell could think further, a female cultivator from the righteous faction stared intently at Xiaoyu and exclaimed in surprise and delight.
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