Chapter 220

Lan Chui Han clenched his scabbard with one hand, ready to draw his sword at any time. His defensive posture gave away the perturbation in his heart.

"What exactly do you know? Did Jiang Qu Lian tell you? When?" Xie Bi An asked a series of questions.

Fan Wu She admired Lan Chui Han's distorted expression and slowly asked, "Do you want to know the truth about your past life?"

Lan Chui Han's thin lips were pursed, and slowly closed his eyes. When they have opened again, the pupils have restored clarity. He loosened his hand that hurt due to clutching and said indifferently: "No need. The previous life has passed. In this life, I am just Xianyue Pavilion’s Lan Chui Han, and he is just a red-clad ghost king of the two worlds. He and I… are irreconcilable."

Fan Wu She sneered: "What’s ‘irreconcilable’." He glanced at Xie Bi An, "See, although you two are not related by blood, in the end, you guys are of the same lineage and have the same heartlessness."

Xie Bi An looked at Lan Chui Han with a complicated expression. His gaze was full of inquiry and questioning, but Lan Chui Han avoided it. At this time, avoidance is more like revealing what he intends to hide, which is continuously magnifying Xie Bi An's uneasiness. Could it be, Jiang Qu Lian giving up on his hard-earned position, not hesitating to become an enemy with the human and ghost realms, has something to do with Lan Chui Han?

With vague clues and signs*, how many seemingly unrelated things are actually inextricably linked? Even across time and space, and are obsessions that cannot be let go even after reincarnation?

Xie Bi An said softly: "Brother Lan, what exactly are you and Jiang Qu Lian... did you remember any memories that do not belong to you?"

"No." Lan Chui Han flatly denied. He turned his face, looked at Xie Bi An's eyes and said, "Bi An, do you believe me?"

"..."

"I would never conspire with Jiang Qu Lian to put all the people of the world, both the human and ghost realms, at a disadvantage."

"I believe you on this point." Xie Bi An said sternly, "But I know what it is like to be disturbed by memories of the past life. If you really did remember something, ignoring it is never a long-term solution. I may be able to help you."

"You don't need to worry about me. The only thing that matters now is stopping him." Lan Chui Han looked askance at Fan Wu She, "No matter how you wish to provoke, no matter what you say or do, in this world, the person whom Bi An is most unlikely to trust will always be you."

A fierce killing intent suddenly coagulated in Fan Wu She's eyes: "Very well. Anyway, Jiang Qu Lian will not let you off. I really want to see what will happen the moment you know the truth."

Xie Bi An thought: This is also what he wanted to say to Fan Wu She. It's just that whether there will be a day when Fan Wu She knows the truth or not, and "what he will do", he did not care in the slightest.

At this time, there was a sound from the front hall of the post house. The three went downstairs, and saw that Xu Huan had returned. He looked fearful and said anxiously: "Cangyu Sect! Qi Meng Sheng suddenly appeared in Fengdu with the Cangyu Sect!"

"They came earlier than I thought." Xie Bi An asked, "Where is the Red King?"

"There is still no sign of the Red King, and the two Patrols have not found the Red King."

"You inform Official Lord Cui, and at the same time order the people in the city never to leave their homes." Xie Bi An's gaze fell on Li Bu Yu, "Immortal Alliance Li, come and meet Qi Meng Sheng with me."

Li Bu Yu said calmly, "Emperor, please."

When Fan Wu She passed by Li Bu Yu, he swept his eyes over the completely changed old man with the look of a dead man. Li Bu Yu had no ripples on his face, but his fingers were quietly tightened under his robe sleeve.

Qi Meng Sheng had already brought the Cangyu Sect's congregation and entered Fengdu City with great fanfare. She is sitting on top of a frost and snow gilt carriage. Her body is still fused with the ice crystal, and she was wearing the Golden Carved Jade Suit. Although her face is more withered than three years ago, her spirit is not dejected. The world knows that her life is ending and was just barely using the ice crystal to maintain it. Who would have thought she had experienced a few great battles and is still as healthy and living as before? Not knowing what immortal pills and miraculous medicine she took, or the Golden Carved Jade Suit has taken effect, in short, the plan to boil her to death is probably going to fail.

In the battle of Chidi City, although the game had been stirred up by a fire dragon egg from Jiang Qu Lian in the end, the Immortal Alliance has not forgotten the terror of Qi Meng Sheng. They have not forgotten that they nearly died in the snowy plains of Kunlun, and of those companions who will never return forever. Facing this powerful opponent who had given them such a crushing defeat and victory once again, some of the weak-minded cultivators even began to tremble.

Xie Bi An stood still in the center of the street. When looking at Qi Meng Sheng from afar, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and his eyes became deep, dark, and inscrutable.

Qi Meng Sheng came straight to the point and said, "Hand it over."

"It's a long way from Kunlun to Shuzhong. It seems that this 'thing' is indeed of vital importance to you."

Qi Meng Sheng crossed her eyebrows, and a few blue veins burst out on her forehead: "Hand, it, over."

"Since I dared to take it, how can I give it to you so easily?"

The crowd looked at Xie Bi An in confusion, not knowing what the two were talking about.

Fan Wu She, who was beside him, was a little confused at first, but when he saw Qi Meng Sheng's expression, he suddenly understood. He lowered his head and whispered, "Could it be that Hua Xiang Rong took Cheng Yan Zhi's body?"

Xie Bi An did not answer, which is considered tacit approval.

Qi Meng Sheng said viciously, "I have always wanted to keep you alive, but you and that cheap maid, both of you seek death."

"Really? You want to keep me alive?" Xie Bi An snorted, "You may still have a trace of guilt in your heart, or you may think you still care about the friendship of the past, but when you really get my core, you will definitely get rid of me, because you have never believed in feelings, let alone the feelings of others."

Qi Meng Sheng narrowed her eyes dangerously.

"So you don't know when the Yun Zhong Jun who spent time with you turned into the Red Ghost King, and you don't know that Hua Xiang Rong doesn't care about the status of the Flying Plume Ambassador or the future position of the Sect Leader. All she cares about is her senior sister. If you did not see the word ‘feelings’ as worthless, with your intelligence, it would be impossible not to think that she would betray you. Because of your cold and ruthlessness, you used Cheng Yan Zhi's feelings to play everyone around. Because of your cold and ruthlessness, you dragged so many people into the abyss for your own selfishness!" After Xie Bi An finished speaking in one breath, his hand pressed on the Junlan sword.

Qi Meng Sheng looked at Xie Bi An's hand that was about to draw the sword, and her gaze sank. She realized something. Her chest visibly rose and fell a few times before slowly calming down. She hung her head in disappointment, and only after a long time did she slowly lift it up.

The two of them looked at each other from a short distance away, and the moment their eyes met, everything was already clear in each other's minds.

Qi Meng Sheng said in a hoarse voice: "What do you want?"

"Hand over the Golden Carved Jade Suit. Hand over the heavenly treasures of the immortal families that you plundered in order to refine cores at Shen Nong Ding, return to Kunlun, and never attack the Central Plains forever."

Qi Meng Sheng was silent for a moment and chuckled again: "I have planned for half a lifetime and poured everything into getting a perfect physical body. Nothing can make me give it up. It's true that what you took can threaten me, but there is also something in my hand that I’m sure you want too."

"What?"

"The Golden Trunk Jade Policy." Qi Meng Sheng looked at Xie Bi An with a fake smile on her face, "Think about it. If I were to make everything about your previous life public ..."

Xie Bi An became stiff. His scalp was going numb, and he stared at Qi Meng Sheng with eyes burning like torches.

Everything about him is recorded in the Golden Trunk Jade Policy. As Qi Meng Sheng said, it's like stripping him naked and parading him through the streets. The world will know what a pathetic, ridiculous and cowardly loser he was, how dirty and illicit he was with the Supreme Demon, and how despicable the Daming Zong Clan was. A generation of royalty still had to be torn away from what was left of its honor a hundred years after its demise.

And Fan Wu She will also know the truth about the past life. What will he do? Question? Remorse? Regret? Whatever it is, it will make Xie Bi An feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

No way. Everything about his past life should never be known by a third person.

Qi Meng Sheng saw an answer on Xie Bi An's face that satisfied her, and she said, "I'll take the Golden Trunk Jade Policy in exchange for the thing in your hand."

The crowd was in an uproar. There were all sorts of comments about what Xie Bi An had taken from Qi Meng Sheng.

Although the identity of the reincarnated Human Emperor is already widely known to the world, the Golden Trunk Jade Policy is temporarily useless to Qi Meng Sheng, but in the end, it is an ancient magical treasure. There must be other uses in the future. Just bartering like this, it seems that the exchange must have been for something very important. The crowd is very curious, but because of their fear of the Human Emperor and the Supreme Demon, they dare not ask.

Li Bu Yu was already shocked by Qi Meng Sheng's words, and Lan Chui Han did not ask because he had already guessed it. Zhong Kui previously had taken that thing to exchange for him in the first place. An ice coffin exchanged for another ice coffin. Other than him, what else can pin down Qi Meng Sheng?

Fan Wu She said in a commanding tone, "Exchange it." He had always wanted to get the Golden Trunk Jade Policy, but didn't have the chance.

Xie Bi An remained unmoved. He said sternly, "Qi Meng Sheng, I can exchange it with you, but not now. I will guard this thing for you, and guard the secret for you. If you act rashly, I will destroy him. On this day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, you are not my main target. The Red Ghost King's rebellion is an internal affair of the Underworld, so you should not get involved. Tomorrow after dawn, if we are still alive, you and I will settle this account from the beginning."

Qi Meng Sheng slowly said two words ---- "All right."

"Where is Jiang Qu Lian? It's impossible for you not to know" Xie Bi An asked.

"You want me to stay out of it." Qi Meng Sheng's chin was slightly raised, and she was looking down at Xie Bi An, "Just that after tonight, will you still be alive ..."

Fan Wu She said deeply: "After tonight, will you still be alive?"

Qi Meng Sheng felt the spiritual pressure emanating from Fan Wu She, and her heart choked: "The Supreme Demon without the Heavenly Secret Talisman is ultimately a few moves short, but the Red King has been lining up his troops for a long time."

Li Bu Yu, who had not spoken, let out an old but majestic voice: "With us around, how can we let you guys have your way so easily? Qi Meng Sheng, you have never won before, and today is no different."

"I have never lost before either." Qi Meng Sheng raised her head and looked towards the gradually settling sky, "The sun is about to set."

Everybody in the scene has their own ulterior motives. The moment the sun sets, all the forces will open a grand, bloody banquet for their own purposes. Conspiracy, greed, massacre, and hatred will penetrate Mount Luofeng that spans two realms and circumambulates three thousand miles.

 

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PS: these 2 weeks I have to prepare a presentation before my intern ends so, I'll upload 1-2 chapters per day. Next chapter is very long...

 

With vague clues and signs*[草蛇灰线]--- A metaphor for something that leaves vague clues and signs to be found. lit. grass snakes, gray lines

 

Edited on 1 June 21 (Emzie)

 

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