txolops Chapter 106 Seven Peaks Meeting: Feed Yu Liang to the Stone God!
Chapter 106 Seven Peaks Meeting: Feed Yu Liang to the Stone God!
Chapter 106 Seven Peaks Council: Feed Yu Liang to the Stone God!
The Taiqing Hall was filled with a nauseating smell of strawberry jam.
Sect Leader Xuanweizi sat on the high seat, his eyelids twitching wildly.
In the water mirror before them, orange-flavored gummy candies were raining down on Dan Ding Peak, while the group of sword cultivators from Cang Jian Peak, who usually had cold faces, were breaking down in tears in front of the "Cloud Silk Candy Flying Swords" that were pulling out strands of sugar.
"He must be killed!"
Tie Wuqing threw the limp, wide noodle on the ground, pointed at the scallions on his cloud boots, and roared, "The Enforcement Hall has completely disgraced itself! I was about to use torture, but I ended up spraying that wretched creature with jam all over its face. Now the outer disciples look at me like I'm a cook!"
"If I kill him, will you pay me back?!"
Qin Mian slammed a sticky orange object onto the table; it was the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir he had just failed to refine.
"Three thousand batches! A full three thousand batches of pills have all turned into this sticky, unpalatable garbage!"
"Even if I chopped him up and sold his flesh, I couldn't repay the eight million spirit stones! I have to capture him to test the medicine, and make him pay for it with his life, and his next life!"
"Trying to be a drug trial is too lenient on him!"
With a clang, Dugu Ao drew his sword.
But what he held in his hand was not his gleaming natal flying sword, but a thorny cucumber.
Dugu Ao's hand holding the cucumber trembled, his eyes red-rimmed, as if he had suffered a great humiliation: "My sword intent—my supreme sword path—has actually become an ingredient in a cold dish! If this brat is not eliminated, how can my Hidden Sword Peak have the face to stand in the cultivation world?"
I will hang him on the sword mound and subject him to the punishment of ten thousand swords—ten thousand melons piercing his heart!
The main hall was in complete chaos.
Liu Ruyan, clutching her handkerchief, disgustedly dodged the bowl of noodle soup Tie Wuqing flung at her, her eyes flashing with venom: "In my opinion, it would be better to let me search your soul first. We can find out the mastermind behind this and then torture him slowly."
"Searching for souls will damage your brain."
In the corner, Ouyang Ye stared fervently at Yu Liang's figure in the water mirror. "His mark of divine retribution is very interesting—I want to perform a live dissection, especially of his brain, while it's still fresh."
"I have an idea."
Man Gu sniffed, his eyes shining like a pervert: "That kid smells, and so does that pig."
That's the scent that can set all beasts in heat—I'm thinking of throwing them both into the pen of a ninth-tier Fiery Rhinoceros; maybe they'll breed a new divine beast.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stared at Barbarian Bone as if he were a monster.
Xuanweizi closed his eyes in pain.
This is the upper echelon of the Qingxuan Sect: a group of madmen, misers, sadists, and a savage who wants to engage in interspecies hybridization.
"That's enough!"
The overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator erupted, forcefully suppressing the clamor throughout the hall.
Xuanweizi opened his eyes, his gaze cold and hard: "The seal on the source of delusion beneath the earth's veins has been broken. If you continue arguing, not only will your swords turn into cucumbers, but your nascent souls will also turn into potatoes! Now is not the time to divide the spoils. Who can resolve this?"
Everyone fell silent instantly.
This mess involving ancient seals is a disaster for anyone who gets involved; they could even die.
"cough."
Tianjizi, who had been sitting in the shadows, slowly turned the jade walnut in his hand.
"The divination indicates that this is a strange being formed from the power of will, named the Stone God."
Tianjizi's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling undertone: "To suppress it, we need to gather the four ultimate Dao intents—Slaughter, Yin and Yang, the Way of Kings, and the Way of Array—and set up the 'Four Symbols Locking Heaven Array.' As for the array's core—"
He raised his eyelids, his gaze piercing through the void, locking onto the direction of Purple Bamboo Peak.
"The calamity originated with Yu Liang, and the cause and effect are tied to him. This child's fate is unpredictable, and he is already connected to the Stone God's energy. Only by using him as a guide to enter the formation and suppress the enemy can we quell the catastrophe."
See the picture poorly.
The air inside the hall froze instantly.
What is meant by "entering the battle to ensure victory"?
This is clearly an attempt to use Yu Liang as a living sacrifice, to fill the bottomless pit of the earth's veins!
"Bullshit! That whole Spring and Autumn Annals nonsense!"
A hoarse voice boomed at the entrance of the palace.
Gu Santong leaned crookedly against the door frame, holding a thickly patinated wine gourd in his hand, exuding a ruthless and unruly air.
"You old bastard Tianjizi, you want to use my disciple to cover your tracks? Did you even ask me?"
Gu Santong tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of cheap liquor, the stench of which made the guards at the door roll their eyes. "You say the calamity originated from Yu Liang? Do you have any proof? That stone grew on its own, what does it have to do with my apprentice? I'd say it's because that old bastard Tie Wuqing has done too many wicked things and is being punished by heaven!"
Just as Tie Wuqing was about to lash out, Gu Santong flipped his wrist, and a heavy storage bag spun around on his fingertips.
"Hey, Peak Master Qin, what's in this bag? Why does it smell like medicine? I just picked it up as I was passing by. Is it yours?"
Qin Mian's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously reached for his waist, only to find it empty.
"You old bastard! Give it back!"
"Want it? Trade eight million for it."
Gu Santong chuckled, stuffing the storage bag into his robes. His roguish expression was a carbon copy of Yu Liang's: "If you want to mess with Yu Liang, you'd better settle your child support payments for Zizhu Peak first. Otherwise, I'll tear down this Taiqing Palace today, and we'll all turn into potatoes!"
Xuanweizi frowned, his gaze shifting between Gu Santong and Tianjizi.
Tianjizi smiled slightly, as if he had expected this: "Junior Brother Gu, please be patient. It's not necessarily a sacrifice; we're just borrowing his destiny. As for the person chosen to set up the formation—"
He tapped the table lightly with his finger, each name carrying a murderous intent: "The few who returned from the Wan Jian family are just right. Xiao Wufeng cultivates the Path of Slaughter, Bai Lian'er cultivates the Path of Yin and Yang, Ye Aotian cultivates the Path of Kingship, and Mo Yuan cultivates the Path of Array Formations. With the four of them joining forces, plus Yu Liang, the one who tied the knot," this matter can be resolved.
Xuanweizi's eyes flashed.
This is an open conspiracy.
It can not only resolve the crisis of the earth's veins, but also take the opportunity to strike back or even eliminate that uncontrollable variable.
Most importantly, this binds all the top talents of the peaks together, so that no one can stay out of it.
"allow."
Xuanweizi made the decision on the spot, his voice cold and hard as iron, brooking no argument: "Issue my decree. Order Xiao Wufeng, Bai Lian'er, Ye Aotian, and Mo Yuan to immediately set up the formation. Yu Liang will be the core of the formation, with Tuoba Ye and Qian Duoduo assisting from the side. If the Stone God cannot be suppressed within three days—"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Gu Santong.
"Bury Yu Liang and that stone together deep into the earth's veins."
Heavenly Sword Peak, Cold Pool.
Xiao Wufeng looked at the sect leader's edict, a cold smile curving his lips.
"The core of the formation?"
He flicked his fingertip, and a communication talisman transformed into a stream of light and flew towards Hundred Flowers Peak.
"Ruyan, the plan has been moved up. The Soul-Locking Array is already embedded in the Four Symbols Array. At that time, I will guide the evil energy to flow backward, and the array's core—is the death ground."
Hidden Sword Peak.
Ye Aotian was tidying his meticulously styled bangs in front of the mirror when he saw the list on the imperial edict, and his eyes lit up with an alarming gleam.
"Senior Brother Xiao and I are indeed destined partners."
He took out his jade talisman and sent a message full of anticipation: "Senior Brother Xiao, should we wear Taoist robes of the same color scheme on the day of setting up the formation? I think moon white suits your skin tone very well. Also, to maintain the aesthetics of the formation, could we have that sleazy guy Yu Liang wear a hood?"
"Smack."
Far away on Tianjian Peak, Xiao Wufeng expressionlessly crushed the jade talisman that had just lit up.
Shenji Peak Underground Workshop.
Mo Yuan sat on the back of a giant mechanical wolf, holding a well-worn copy of "The Overbearing Immortal Lord Falls in Love with Me".
"Setting up a formation—is it to lock everyone up together?"
She tilted her head, a morbid excitement flashing in her empty eyes, and a chilling smile spread across her lips.
"That means I can first trap Xiao Wufeng, then poison those annoying women to make them mute, and finally—only he and I will be left."
She reached out and stroked the mechanical wolf's cold fangs, muttering to herself, "This time, I'm going to build a huge cage. A really big one, so big that even a pig can't escape."
Purple Bamboo Peak.
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the purple bamboo covering the mountainside an eerie dark red, as if foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.
Gu Santong plopped down on the stone steps and tossed Qin Mian's storage bag to Su Xiu, who was counting money.
"Girl, stop counting."
The old man took a swig of wine, his eyes clearing up somewhat, and his tone conveyed a sense of desolation and helplessness.
"Three days. In three days, we'll use that kid to fill the hole."
Yu Liang, who was brushing the pig's fur, paused.
Pig Lord grunted and rolled his eyes, as if to say, "I knew this lousy sect was up to no good."
Yu Liang slowly straightened up, his expression shifting from astonishment to gloom, and finally to a roguish grin.
He patted the pig bristles off his hands, turned to look at Su Xiu, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.
"Did you hear that? Master has spoken."
Yu Liang pulled out the rusty broken sword from his pocket, tucked it into his belt, and his eyes flashed with the fierce light unique to a desperado.
"Su Xiu, don't be stingy. Take all the spirit stones, magic treasures, and those miscellaneous IOUs we've saved up. And carry A-Tuo's pots too!"
Su Xiu, clutching the abacus, stared blankly at him: "Why did you bring all this? Aren't we going to set up an array?"
Yu Liang grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth—a sign of madness born from being driven to the brink of despair.
"Set up a formation my ass! That's a funeral procession!"
"Pack your things, demolish everything that can be demolished on Zizhu Peak! Let's make one last big score and run!"