Chapter 183

"What's going on?!" A familiar female voice came from afar. Her voice was young, but it had its own powerful aura. The footsteps of the chaotic crowd stopped slightly.

"Senior sister. The bell tower next to us is on fire!"

The person who came was none other than Qi Meng Sheng's adopted daughter, the Flying Plume Ambassador, Yun Xiang Yi.

Although Xie Bi An had disguised his face, he couldn't help but feel guilty and tilted his head over slightly.

"On fire?" Yun Xiang Yi frowned and said, "How could it be on fire when everything was fine? Go take a look."

The three of them mingled with the crowd of people and went deeper inside.

The palace looks small on the outside, but there are a lot of twists and turns inside. Xie Bi An kept sensing the Qingfeng Sword through Wuqiongbi, but the closer he got, the more difficult it was to find the exact location.

"Finding it like this is wasting too much time. Let's split up." Xie Bi An said, "Wu She, I have taught you how to use the soul hooking rope to sense the Qingfeng Sword. Time is short. You try a few more times, use your own spiritual power to sense the Great Emperor Beiyin’s spiritual energy on the soul hooking rope, then look for a similar but stronger spiritual energy, similar to the way we sense evil spirits."

"Understood."

"Brother Lan, use the sound transmission flower Qing Wu Zi left for you now. The palace is mostly empty. He has more chances in finding the Qingfeng Sword." Xie Bi An looked around and said quietly, "Just like we agreed before, no matter which one of us finds it first, inform the other side as soon as possible, but if we’re discovered, escape is the most important."

Lan Chui Han patted Xie Bi An's shoulder, "Be careful."

The three of them spread out.

Xie Bi An parted a trace of spiritual sense attached to Wuqiongbi, carefully feeling the resonance of the soul weapon. The Qingfeng Sword was not far away, but there were too many rooms here. He avoided the Cangyu Sect's cultivators along the way, and unconsciously went deeper and deeper.

Not long after, he received a voice transmission flower from Lan Chui Han, saying that Qing Wu Zi had found it. He followed the guidance of the voice transmission flower and soon rejoined Lan Chui Han.

Lan Chui Han pulled him into a room where Qing Wu Zi was pacing back and forth with some anxiety.

"I feel that the Qingfeng Sword is nearby, where exactly is it?" Xie Bi An looked at Qing Wu Zi.

"It's probably in Qi Meng Sheng's study."

"Is she in at this time?"

Qing Wu Zi shook his head: "Since she came to Chidi City, she has not stepped out of her bedchamber at all. Although the study and her bedchamber have different doors, they are just one wall apart. Any little spiritual pressure and any movement could be discovered by her. However, now is the best time. The two Flying Plume Ambassadors have gone to put out the fire, and it seems that Yun Zhong Jun is not in the palace."

Lan Chui Han said, "As long as there are no boundaries, sneaking in silently should not be a problem."

"There is no boundary. It's just that no one dares to approach that place easily, only Yun Xiang Yi and Yun Zhong Jun have seen her before."

"There’s no time to lose. Let's go." Xie Bi An took out a sound transmission flower, "I'll send a message to Wu She. He will come and join us." After discussing with Fan Wu She, he decided not to tell Lan Chui Han about their desire to steal the Golden Trunk Jade Policy first, so as not to cause any extra problems, and if they could successfully get the Qingfeng Sword, it would not be too late to mention it. Right now, Fan Wu She was probably looking for the Golden Trunk Jade Policy --- it was also something from the Underworld, and could also be sensed by a Soul Weapon.

"Not waiting for him?" Lan Chui Han was a little surprised.

"I'm not waiting. If anything happens to us inside, he can still call out from outside."

"That's also true." Lan Chui Han teased, "It's just that I thought your little junior brother has to stick to you when doing everything."

"Brother Lan, don't mock us." Xie Bi An was a little embarrassed, "Although my junior brother is a little childish, his cultivation is not bad, and he's extremely smart. We've been in danger several times, and it's all because of him that we've turned peril into safety."

Lan Chui Han let out a long "oh" with a hint of a meaningful smile in his eyes: "Heaven Master's insight for accepting disciples is really impressive."

Led by Qing Wu Zi, they walked all the way to Qi Meng Sheng's bedchamber.

Two guards stopped them, "Zhen Ren, what can I do for you?"

Qing Wu Zi said, "The bell tower is on fire, and Senior Sister is busy putting out the fire, so she sent us to see if Immortal Lord has been disturbed."

"No, Immortal Lord did not summon us."

"That's good."

Before they knew it, Xie Bi An and Lan Chui Han each struck out the puppet spell they had already made in their sleeves.

The two guards trembled slightly, and radiance immediately dispersed in their eyes, which became apathetic and empty. One of them said, "Since you were sent here by Senior Sister, please enter."

Qing Wu Zi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the three followed the guards into the bedchamber.

The guards and maidservants they met on the way were not curious to see them, but simply stood aside in the corridor to make way for a spacious path.

The closer they got to the study, the more they lowered their spiritual breath to the lowest possible level. No matter how powerful a cultivator is, they will not be detected from a distance, and Qing Wu Zi's own cultivation was ordinary and no different from the guards, so he did not need to disguise himself. However, compared to the spiritual breath, Xie Bi An felt that his heart needed to be suppressed more. He could even hear his heartbeat. The thought of Qi Meng Sheng not being far away and them doing something daring made him tense with cold sweat.

Qing Wu Zi quietly pushed open the study while no one was in the corridor, and the three of them quickly went inside and slowly closed the door again.

The moment the door closed tightly, all three of them let out a long sigh of relief. Xie Bi An wiped off the cold sweat seeping out of his forehead, and only felt his mouth was dry and he made a swallowing motion.

Lan Chui Han pointed to the bookcase in the center of the study, on which there was an ebony sword stand supporting Zhong Kui's Qingfeng sword, but without its sheath. It is as thin as a swallow's tail, and as sharp as a wheat mane. Just quietly resting there, it emits a lonely cold aura of independence.

This Qingfeng Sword is the only weapon of the Yang world that has been personally enlightened by the Great Emperor Beiyin with his soul consciousness. Not only can it travel freely between the human and ghost realms, but can also penetrate both the physical body and the three souls and seven spirits, and has a great intimidating power over ghosts.

Xie Bi An walked over. He gently stroked the cold iron blade and his fingertips trembled a little from excitement.

"It's not advisable to stay long, let's go." Lan Chui Han urged in a small voice.

Xie Bi An was just about to pick up the Qingfeng Sword when he felt a familiar fluctuation. He looked down, and there was a glowing green light flashing in his sleeve. It was Wuqiongbi. This reaction was very clear to him; there were evil spirits nearby! And such a strong reaction proves that the evil spirits were very, very…

Xie Bi An looked up sharply and looked at Qing Wu Zi who was standing on the side.

Qing Wu Zi said hurriedly, "What are you staring blankly at? Let’s go quickly ah."

Xie Bi An narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and had an extra green jade stick appear in his palm.

When Qing Wu Zi saw the green jade stick, his expression became a bit odd, followed by an unconscious step backward.

"Bi An, what's wrong?"

"Qing Wu Zi." Xie Bi An said in a deep voice, "When did you die?"

Qing Wu Zi froze, "Wh-what?"

Lan Chui Han's expression changed.

"Who is manipulating you? What did he do to you, and what is his purpose?"

Qing Wu Zi stammered and could not speak. His expression became more and more frightened, and he staggered back a few steps. The skin on his face and hands had festered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Blood mixed with pus flowed down, and all the bones seemed to be removed. The body was followed by bending, limping, collapsing, and finally, they watched Qing Wu Zi turning from a large "living" person into a puddle of rotting flesh and white bones on the ground. A foul stench instantly wafted into their two nostrils.

The two men pinched their noses and retreated all the way to the foot of the wall.

"This is not right!" Lan Chui Han gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid we've been caught in an illusion."

Yun Zhong Jun?!

Xie Bi An was frantically chanting the Pure Mind Technique in his mind. He had suffered a great loss from Yun Zhong Jun's illusion, and now he was caught unprepared again. His Qingfeng Sword Technique and Heart Technique were as straightforward and honest as Zhong Kui himself, and he did not like to play tricks, so he was not good at dealing with illusions and witchcraft. But this time he was also prepared. He took out the same thing from the qiankun bag, closed his eyes and sprayed his face.

That was the water made by crushing and soaking soul-calming grass, garlic and mint. The taste was very strong, but was very effective against incapacitating agents and illusions.

"Big brother."

Xie Bi An has not yet opened his eyes, yet he heard a childish child's voice beside his ears. His heart and soul trembled violently, like thunder through the body.

Xiao Jiu ...

Illusion, damn illusion!

"Father."

Zhong Ming. This is Zhong Ming.

Xie Bi An's hand, which was holding his sword, was shaking. He didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid that once he saw Xiao Jiu and Zhong Ming, he would completely lose himself.

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Edited on 16 May 21 (Emzie)

 

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