He pondered for a long ti. But Wei Wujie had scratched his head bald and still couldn’t co up with a foolproof plan to silently eliminate the four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts.
"If all else fails, we’ll use that thing. It’s sowhat dangerous, but if successful, we can surely eliminate these four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts without a sound or trace."
Looking up, Wei Wujie turned to Li Jun to ask, "Are you referring to... the Judgnt Order?"
Li Jun seed to clearly understand which item Wei Wujie was talking about and uttered a na that carried an eerily cold chill.
"Yes, only that can forcibly take away the four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts. Although the risk is significant, right now it appears to be the only thod available."
Furrowing his brows, Li Jun didn’t imdiately respond to Wei Wujie. Instead, he began to ponder.
Judgnt Order.
It was one of the Magic Artifacts left by the Hell Dao. Powerful, yet extrely dangerous. Therefore, Daoist Yunxiong had contemplated for a long ti before deciding to give this Magic Artifact to Wei Wujie for protection.
Once activated, the artifact could send all targets with a Consciousness within a certain range into one of the eighteen Universe Spaces created by the Hell Dao in the past. Of course, this included the spellcaster themselves.
To return to the mortal realm from those eighteen strange Universe Spaces, one had to navigate a highly secret path, which offered only a chance of return. However, those Universe Spaces were patrolled by innurable, horrifically powerful, and immortal prison guards. The strength of these prison guards was formidable. Moreover, within those spaces, everyone’s powers would be significantly suppressed. Escaping under the watchful eyes of these guards was akin to facing near-certain death with only a slim chance of survival.
After a mont of silence, Li Jun finally nodded, "Indeed, although there’s a great risk in using the Judgnt Order, it remains the only thod that can silently eliminate these four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts. Moreover... the Eighteen Layers of Hell possess an unrivaled suppressive effect on Fierce Ghosts. Once these four Fierce Ghosts are inside, they probably won’t need us to take action; the prison guards will likely imprison them on their own. What we truly need to confront are those prison guards."
"Don’t worry," Wei Wujie said. "I escaped from there once thirty years ago. It nearly cost my life, but it turned out to be a close call without actual harm. With those four Fierce Ghosts serving as targets for us, our chances are even better."
After coming to a decision, Wei Wujie cast one last glance at the soul-summoning altar, a sly smile touching his lips, before he and Li Jun turned to leave.
「...」
In a hidden refuge, Qi Xiu stood alone before a vast canvas, wielding his brush to deftly create magically accurate illustrations of variously shaped dicinal ingredients.
Thankfully, my painting skills have broken through to the third realm. The Divine Marvel of transforming painted falsehoods into reality is sufficient to conjure these fierce ingredients out of thin air. Otherwise, for such a quantity of Langtu Wine, even if I had wanted to prepare, it would have been difficult to collect so many materials in such a short ti.
While conjuring fierce dicinal ingredients by transforming painted falsehoods into reality, Qi Xiu also kept an eye on nearly thirty cauldrons stewing with purple flas at his side.
Langtu Wine, although nad a wine, is actually a dicinal liquid, a concoction ford from a mixture of seventy-seven fierce ingredients. Its taste is pungent and stimulating, similar to strong liquor, which is why it’s nad Langtu Wine.
If it weren’t for the vast area of Dead Spirit City, I wouldn’t need to go to such lengths to brew Langtu Wine; I could simply manifest the dicinal potency through dicinal talismans. Unfortunately, the expanse of Dead Spirit City is too vast. dicinal talismans containing only twenty percent potency might not be able to fully react with the Tai Sui flesh to reverse-engineer it into potent wrath-venom. This is a life-threatening operation. There’s no room for even the slightest bit of luck.
Rotating his stiff and sore wrists, Qi Xiu stretched his chest, let out a deep breath, and continued his imnse task of brewing Langtu Wine.
anwhile, Tai Yin, who had been inexplicably delayed for quite so ti, entered Dead Spirit City with just three days left before the grand wedding.
「...」
On the streets of Dead Spirit City, Nangong Qingqiu, appearing like a long-haired female ghost, road leisurely within the vast and boundless city. She walked slowly, each step seeming to embed her footprint deeply into the ground, as if asuring the dead city.
Nangong Qingqiu slowly approached the exterior of the Youming Royal Mansion. Its ominous and ghastly pale walls resembled a patchwork of tombstones. Sharpened human finger bones, erected atop the wall, glinted with a nacing edge. Should anyone dare to climb over this boundary, these finger bones would imdiately spring to life, swarming to tear any intruder of the royal mansion into pieces.
Circling the outer periter of the Youming Royal Mansion, Nangong Qingqiu continued her deliberate pacing. The eyes hidden beneath her long hair trembled slightly, and her pale lips moved as if chanting. Her slender fingers, concealed under lengthy robes, continuously pinched and manipulated, as if calculating sothing.
A mont later, Nangong Qingqiu stopped in an inconspicuous corner. Slowly opening her hands in the air, an ethereal mist of clouds appeared, with divine light erging from within. Then, the mist gradually dissipated, slowly revealing Ge Ping’s appearance.
"Little Fifth," Nangong Qingqiu softly called out.
「...」
「Inside the Youming Royal Mansion.」
In an extrely luxurious prison cell, Ge Ping, who had never uttered a single curse word since birth, had just barely managed to berate Xia Houlian into leaving. He was now leaning on the corner of a table, gasping for breath.
Then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Little Fifth."
Startled, Ge Ping looked up and instinctively said, "Second Senior Sister."
At this mont, the strange sight of surging clouds and rippling divine light also appeared before Ge Ping’s eyes. "What... what’s going on? Radiant Heart Illuminating Skill! Second Senior Sister, are you also in Dead Spirit City?"
"It’s not just . Except for Fourth Junior Brother and Sixth Junior Brother, our Yunti Peak lineage is pretty much gathered here."
Seeing Ge Ping, Nangong Qingqiu’s usually stern face finally showed a hint of a smile.
Among all these martial brothers, apart from Qi Xiu, she had spent a long ti living and cultivating together with the others. Eldest Brother, Wei Wujie, was naturally generous and valued loyalty, but he was sowhat careless and had unusual thought processes. Yunti Peak’s famously simple-minded Wei the Fool had been a source of embarrassnt for her for a long ti. Third Brother, Li Jun, and Fourth Brother, Song Guanjia. One was a sullen gourd from whom you couldn’t pry a word, his Temperant complex and overly introverted. The other was a complete chatterbox, blabbering from morning till night, mischievous and troubleso, always ready to stir up chaos if left unchecked. Sixth Brother, Gan Xingba, was a complete idiot. Only this Fifth Junior Brother was kind and gentle, mild-mannered and humble, fond of tending to flowers and plants, truly endearing. When she first heard the news that Ge Ping might have perished, her vision had nearly gone dark with grief as she lanted the loss of her only ’normal’ junior brother. But later, hearing that Ge Ping was likely only trapped in Dead Spirit City, his presence obscured by death’s aura, causing his Longevity Candle to temporarily extinguish, she had finally felt so relief. She then imdiately sought out Third and Fourth Junior Brothers, and they had hurried to Dead Spirit City to rescue Ge Ping.
"Ah?" Hearing that all his martial brothers had co, Ge Ping was first startled, then his expression suddenly turned grave. "Second Senior Sister, do you not know what kind of place Dead Spirit City is? Take my word for it and leave quickly, the farther the better!"
"If we were willing to leave, why would we have co?" Nangong Qingqiu replied. "Little Fifth, rest easy. We have a well-thought-out plan and won’t let you fall into that Demoness’s hands!"
"Second Senior Sister!" Ge Ping sharply interrupted Nangong Qingqiu, his brow tightly furrowed and fists clenched. Even with Xia Houlian’s constant daily harassnt, he had never been so irrationally angry. "I appreciate the kindness of my martial brothers, Little Fifth understands. But if any of you co to the slightest harm because of , I’ll never be at peace for the rest of my life. Please, listen to your junior brother and go. Our Master toiled for a hundred years to gather us seven Disciples. Should we all be lost here because of alone? If that’s truly the case, then I... I will end my life right here before you now!"
Anxious and enraged, Ge Ping looked around but found no sharp instrunt. He simply closed his eyes and violently slamd his head against the nearby wall.
But as soon as Ge Ping’s suicidal intent arose, the black snakes wrapped around his wrists and ankles sensed it. They bit fiercely into his flesh, releasing a violent poison that instantly paralyzed him, leaving him motionless on the ground.
"Enough, Little Fifth," Nangong Qingqiu said. "Your Senior Sister understands your feelings. But just as I understand you, you must also understand us. It’s rely Dead Spirit City. If we could enter, we can certainly get you out. Listen carefully, this is our entire plan. Keep it in mind, because we might need your cooperation when the ti cos. Stop trying to persuade us to leave. If you truly don’t want to grieve Master, then gather all your spirit. Together, we will fight our way out!"
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