txolops Chapter 2373: The Hidden Great Sage
Chapter 2373: The Hidden Great Sage
Chapter 2373: The Hidden Great Sage
"What is the relationship between Great Sage Yunshuang and Great Sage Guizang?"
Qin Sang had just searched the souls and found out that the leader of those Weeping God Guards was actually a demon saint, whose honorific name was Guizang.
Wutu Mountain was not under the jurisdiction of the Great Saint Guizang, but was in the territory of another Great Saint Yunshuang. Wutuxian had mentioned before that he had listened to the teachings of the Great Saint, so he must be the Great Saint Yunshuang.
Wu Tuxian smiled bitterly, "Fellow Daoist, you think too highly of me. How can a little demon like me know the grudges between the great saints?"
The so-called listening to the Taoism in front of the Great Sage's throne was actually the Great Sage Yunshuang preaching. Anyone could go and listen, but he and Meishan Yuanjun could only sit at the end, on the outside.
Regarding the contents of the mausoleum, when another demon king was asking for advice from the Great Sage Yunshuang, the Great Sage Yunshuang casually made a few comments.
The temperaments of the demon saints vary greatly. The Great Sage Yunshuang is the most indifferent one. He practices laissez-faire in the territory and his real self can only be seen at preaching meetings.
There are very few direct descendants who are truly valued by the Great Sage Yunshuang, and he and Meishan Yuanjun are naturally not among them. It can be seen from the location of their cave, which is almost at the outermost edge of the Great Sage Yunshuang's territory, very close to the Arctic ice field. They are only protected by the Great Sage Yunshuang in name, and they are not even qualified to ask questions at the Dharma Assembly.
Wu Tuxian and Meishan Yuanjun once considered whether or not to report the matter to the Great Sage Yunshuang, but after thinking about it carefully, they realized that when they first got the clue, they were only thinking of keeping it for themselves, and only when they discovered that the tomb was emptied did they think of taking credit. They were afraid that not only would they not get any reward, but they would also be punished. It was better to have less trouble than more.
There is also a little trick that they don't want to tell outsiders. They teamed up with Qin Sang to conceal the matter. Later, they will find out who emptied the mausoleum. They may have a chance to rob the robbers.
Looking back, if I had reported this matter to the Great Sage Yunshuang, perhaps I could have avoided this disaster. Unfortunately, it is too late to regret now.
Qin Sang nodded. He asked this question actually to confirm the relationship between Wu Tuxian and the Great Sage Yunshuang.
"What's so special about the Phoenix bloodline?" Qin Sang was curious. Wu Tuxian betrayed him and the Qi Shenwei ambushed him, all because of the Phoenix bloodline in him.
Wu Tuxian hesitated and said, "The potential of the descendants of divine beasts far exceeds that of other demons, and they will always be valued by the demon saints... I heard a rumor before that the Great Saint Guizang has been recruiting descendants of the Phoenix Clan."
Whether in the human race or the demon race, the blood of the divine beast is a rare commodity. It is hard to say whether this kind of recruitment is a good thing or a bad thing.
If Wu Tuxian had told Qin Sang about this before, he was guiding Qin Sang to a better future, and Qin Sang had to accept his favor. Now, even if Wu Tuxian wanted to argue for himself, he couldn't say it, because Qin Sang was not a fool.
When answering Qin Sang's question, Wu Tuxian's eyes kept flickering. At this moment, he seemed to have made a decision and said, "Daoyou, you should not be from the Arctic ice field, right?"
"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Qin Sang asked.
Wu Tuxian knelt down with a plop. "No matter where you come from or what your purpose is, I can't do everything myself. I always need subordinates to help you deal with trivial matters, to serve you and to explore the way for you. I am willing to serve you as my master and be your slave forever! I only ask that my master will show mercy and allow this old slave to atone for his sins!"
He touched the ground with his forehead and prostrated himself in utmost humility.
Qin Sang was a little surprised. Looking at Wu Tuxian's actions just now, he thought he would seek dignity and die calmly, but he didn't expect that he would choose to live in the grass in the end.
The Void Refining cultivators he had met before, no matter what situation they were in, always had a bit of pride in their nature. Therefore, when Qin Sang decided to subdue them, he would give them a promise. Even if this promise was a long way off, it was to preserve their face and hope.
It is rare to find someone like Wu Tuxian who can completely abandon his dignity.
Wu Tuxian revealed his true form at this time, crawling in front of Qin Sang, completely opening his heart to him and humbled himself to the ground.
"If you encounter danger and are asked to die, would you be willing to do so?" Qin Sang laughed.
"I have no complaints! I only ask that my master give me a chance to survive!" Wu Tuxian pleaded in a sad voice.
"One guide is enough... In this case, I will give you a chance."
Qin Sang thought about it and decided to do as it wished. He could easily set up a restriction in its body. From then on, his life or death could be determined by a single thought. Wu Tuxian couldn't even self-destruct in front of Qin Sang.
Wu Tuxian was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Lord, for sparing my life!"
Qin Sang shook his head and turned his palm over. Two objects appeared in his palm: a magic mirror and a black feather.
The black feather was not a feather of a demon bird, but a treasure made of some kind of spiritual gold. Qin Sang broke the restriction on the black feather, and an illusory shadow emerged, transforming into a sika deer, which was the spirit of Meishan Yuanjun.
Those Weeping God Guards tortured Meishan Yuanjun in front of Wu Tuxian and destroyed her physical body, but did not kill her directly. They only sealed her spirit into the black feather and prepared to take it back to report.
"...Fellow Daoist Mingyue?"
Meishan Yuanjun was tortured, her expression was listless and her breath was extremely weak. She thought she would be tortured again when she was released, but unexpectedly, she saw Qin Sang who was intact.
"What about those...Weeping God Guards?"
She was a little confused. She glanced around and didn't see any trace of the Weeping Divine Guard. She thought she was dreaming.
"The Weeping God Guards have all self-destructed..."
Qin Sang did not keep the person in suspense and told the whole story.
Meishan Yuanjun was incredulous after hearing this, and looked at Qin Sang with astonishment, "You... who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," Qin Sang said, "Although I rescued you from the Weeping Divine Guards, I can't just let you go. I'm sure you can understand."
Meishan Yuanjun was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand! I wonder how Daoist Mingyue plans to deal with me?"
Falling into the hands of the Weeping God Guards would have meant certain death. She was lucky to have kept her life. Moreover, Qin Sang was open and honest, so she did not have much resistance.
"I have a method that can capture the demon soldiers..."
Qin Sang briefly explained it to Meishan Yuanjun. Meishan Yuanjun did not hesitate for too long and entered the altar to become Qin Sang's demon soldier.
Then he looked at the precious mirror, which was the only relic left after the leader of the Weeping God Guards blew himself up. The reason why the precious mirror survived was not because of how hard the material of the precious mirror was, but because of a restriction on it.
"It must be the work of Guizang Dasheng! What a pity..."
He didn't dare keep the Demon Saint's treasure with him.
Qin Sang used his spiritual sense to sense that the mirror was not a real treasure or a spiritual treasure, but just a special treasure, so he was not so sad. Because he was worried that there was a mark of the Great Sage Guizang in the mirror, Qin Sang did not dare to destroy it directly, and prepared to find a place to throw it away, perhaps to delay some time.
The deaths of these Weeping God Guards will certainly alarm the headquarters, but once a great master in the fusion stage is in seclusion, he cannot be disturbed easily. The first wave of people coming to investigate is most likely the leader of the Weeping God Guards, and Qin Sang wants to use this time to escape.
Qin Sang flew back to the mausoleum without hesitation, destroyed the restrictions they had left behind, and tried his best to erase his own traces.
After a busy period, Qin Sang escaped from the mausoleum, then rode on the light and headed east.
Having just come out, it is not advisable to return to the depths of the ice field. Going south will lead to the territory of the Demon Saint. After Qin Sang asked the two demons about the surrounding situation, he decided to go east first and not plan to leave the Arctic ice field for the time being.
After flying a long distance, Qin Sang fell from the sky and looked down at the black mole on his wrist. The disaster was caused by it. If possible, Qin Sang was willing to offer the tortoise shell to Guizang Dasheng in order to seek peace.
Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold, and he formed his fingers into a sword and cut off his left arm at the elbow.
'puff! '
The severed arm spontaneously combusted without fire and was instantly burned to ashes.
Qin Sang still frowned.
The flesh at the broken end began to wriggle, and a new arm gradually grew. With his current level, regenerating a broken limb was just a piece of cake.
As soon as the new arm grew, an eye-catching black mole appeared on the wrist.
Qin Sang exhaled a breath of foul air, feeling a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do, so he turned into a beam of light and escaped.
……
After Qin Sang left, the snow became heavier and heavier. The battlefield was gradually covered with thick white snow, and all traces of the fight had long disappeared.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure suddenly appeared above the snow-capped mountains.
This person was wearing the same blood-stained cloak as the Weeping God Guards and a black mask on his face. The shape of the mask was extremely exaggerated and ferocious.
But his aura was unusually calm, and he stood there as if he didn't exist.
His eyes moved slowly, scanning every inch of land around the snow-capped mountains.
'Snapped! '
A whip shadow popped out from the void, and a woman descended from the clouds. This woman had a hot body and wore tight leather armor under her blood-stained cloak, but it only covered the important parts.
The white and tender bare feet gently touched the snow surface, and the woman said: "Commander-in-chief, is this the place where those three stupid birds fell?"
Her voice is as charming as her appearance, and ordinary people will feel excited when they hear it.
The masked man turned out to be the commander-in-chief of the Weeping God Guards and the most trusted subordinate of the Great Sage Guizang.
He glanced at the woman with a warning look, "Several of my colleagues died for the Lord."
The woman stuck out her tongue, put away her gloating expression, looked around, and said with emotion: "It's cleaned up so well, was it that Phoenix descendant who did it?"
"do not know."
The commander-in-chief said calmly.
It was so cleaned up that I couldn't find any valuable information.
'call! '
A cold wind blew across the top of the mountain, and the two monsters suddenly disappeared.
Not long after, they reappeared in the mausoleum. There were more traces here, but they could not be relied upon to make any judgment.
After searching for a while without any results, the commander-in-chief left the cave, formed a seal, and then suddenly felt something in his heart. He flew north for a while, broke through the snow layer, and found the precious mirror from the underground fire flow.
"It seems our opponents are very cautious."
The commander-in-chief snorted coldly. If the opponent became greedy, they could easily lock onto him.
"What should we do now?" The woman was helpless and sighed, "Such a big mistake has happened. How long do you want to keep it secret? Should we report it to the master?"
The commander-in-chief stared at the north. Trying to find the murderer in the endless ice field was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if all the Weeping God Guards were summoned and scattered into the ice field, the result would be insignificant.
It would be almost impossible to find the murderer relying on them alone.
The deadline given to them by the Lord is approaching, and some things must always be faced.
The commander-in-chief's heart trembled slightly, as he didn't know what he was thinking of. Suddenly, his eyes turned and stared at the woman.
The woman felt a chill and tightened her cloak, putting away her casual expression.
"Fen Yi and his men were robbed and tried desperately to protect the master's treasure, but they were defeated and died," the commander-in-chief said in a deep voice.
The woman immediately understood what the commander-in-chief meant.
The truth of the matter was that the commander-in-chief neglected to seal the mausoleum, causing the treasure to fall into the hands of others. Now that it was said that the murderer had deliberately robbed and killed, the commander-in-chief's guilt would be much lessened.
"You're just drinking poison to quench your thirst," the woman commented.
She didn't believe that the murderer would be able to escape from the clutches of her master. Sooner or later, the truth would come out, and then it would be an additional crime.
The commander-in-chief said nothing, but sat cross-legged. Strange runes appeared on his blood-stained cloak, and an invisible aura filled the air.
The woman shook her head and sighed, and could only stand aside obediently to protect him.
……
At that time, Qin Sang was traveling eastward on the ice field and still had no intention of going south. At least he had to wait until he was far away from the territories of the Great Sage Meteorite Frost and the Great Sage Guizang before considering entering the world.
After flying for an unknown distance, Qin Sang saw a thousand-foot-high iceberg appear at the end of his sight.
The ice wall is almost straight up and down, majestic and spectacular, but this kind of scenery can be seen everywhere in the depths of the ice field, and Qin Sang has long been accustomed to it.
At this time, he slowed down his flight speed, expanded his spiritual sense, and scanned the iceberg and the surrounding area. After confirming that there were no high-level demon cultivators nearby, Qin Sang flew directly to the main peak of the iceberg and landed on an ice platform. Then, Suzaku and the little Qilin jumped out.
The little Qilin fell onto the ice platform and lay there motionless, with abnormal fluctuations in his body.
Suzaku whispered, "It's really about to break through."
It has only been a short time since they returned the energy to the little Qilin, but the little Qilin's bottleneck has actually loosened. They can't help but make associations.
"Could that Qilin really have left behind something we don't know about?" Suzaku said viciously.
"Probably not..."
Qin Sang shook his head. He was involved in the whole process when the little Qilin was refining the energy. He would be able to sense if there was anything abnormal.
That wisp of energy was the purest Qilin aura, and was the best guidance for the divine beast. The little Qilin must have had an epiphany because of it.
The little Qilin's breakthrough is also a good thing. Like the Suzaku, the reborn divine beasts often practice very quickly, and Qin Sang will soon have another powerful fighting force.
They looked at the little Qilin and felt the aura on its body fluctuate and gradually become more intense.
"Something's wrong!"
Qin Sang and Zhuque looked at each other, both with surprise.
They looked up at the sky, which seemed to be getting darker and darker. They could even vaguely feel the pressure from the power of heaven.
"Heavenly disaster!"
Qin Sang exclaimed.
How could it bring about a heavenly calamity?
There was no heavenly tribulation when the little Qilin broke through the Formation Stage and the Spiritual Stage, and there was no heavenly tribulation when the Suzaku broke through the Void Refining Stage. How could there be a heavenly tribulation now!
Suzaku also looked puzzled.
Although both are reincarnations of mythical beasts, the origins of Suzaku and Qilin are different. Suzaku followed Ziwei Palace into the Storm Realm, while Qilin should have been trapped in the Storm Realm even earlier.
The process of rebirth is also different. Suzaku has not lost its spirit until the First Sword Servant helped it reshape its body, and it has always maintained its true self.
The Qilin was reborn from an egg, but was manipulated by Qin Sang and Suzaku.
Could it be that Qilin was not reborn, but was reborn!