Chapter 1791: Red Demon

He Lingchuan also knew that the moment he pried the Haoyuan Golden Mirror and awakened True Person Qian Huan, he had placed himself in danger—being targeted by the Tiangong and Bai Ziqi was already distressing enough, and now an ancient True Immortal was added. So, after confirming that the Great Fang Hu could pry the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, he didn't act immediately, but instead hinted for the Illusion Sect immortals to attack the Banqiu Lighthouse.

Once the Illusion Sect suffered heavy losses, He Lingchuan successfully created a situation where this Immortal Sect was facing disaster and was in a precarious position. Only then would Qian Huan, after waking up and being troubled by the situation and pressured, not act against him immediately.

After all, more than half of the Illusion Sect's immortals were already dead, and Qian Huan had to win over and utilize every force that could be utilized; any questions had to be put aside for later.

Fortunately, Miaozhantian was very capable, and his plan went very smoothly.

He Lingchuan and Qian Huan looked at each other, both with normal expressions on the surface, but with thousands of thoughts turning in their bellies.

"Interesting," Qian Huan said suddenly. "Have you caused trouble in Lingxu City?"

"Not exactly," He Lingchuan shook his head. "What I destroyed was the Tiangong's Star-Plucking Tower; it was Ling Mountain that released the Fojie Giant Beast to attack Lingxu City."

This had to be distinguished clearly.

"Were there many people who died at that time?"

"Tens of thousands of casualties."

"The Fojie Beast had the opportunity to attack Lingxu City because of you. Even if you didn't release them yourself, you are somewhat stained with karmic fruit." Qian Huan tilted his head. "But I see that you are very clean, with almost no karmic entanglement."

As long as he concentrated his observation, he could naturally see the karma on others like threads, intertwined and crisscrossing.

Some people were full of benevolence and morality, but Qian Huan could see at a glance that they were entangled with evil karma, almost wrapping them into cocoons, knowing that these people were indulging in evil in private, inconsistent in word and deed, which is what is called a beast in human clothing.

In his eyes, all of this had nowhere to hide.

"None? Good! Good!" He Lingchuan's expression was as if he had let out a sigh of relief. "After causing trouble in the Tiangong, I still felt some guilt. Hearing the Immortal Venerable's words today, I feel relieved, which means these retributions haven't been counted on my head in the dark."

This old guy is truly capable; he can even see the karma on others! That's right, even the old turtle demon by the Immortal Spirit Lake could see a thing or two, and the one before him is one of the few True Immortals from the ancient times; his eyesight should be extraordinary.

After hearing his answer, Qian Huan frowned rarely. Is that so? For karma to be this clean, one must either have practiced in a temple for a lifetime, ignoring worldly affairs and not being entangled by worldly karma, or be a young child under four or five years old.

The young man before him had deep, dark eyes and appeared peaceful, but he was actually full of hidden killing intent. It seemed he had blood debts on his hands; how could he look like someone inexperienced in the world? Could it be that he had some method to conceal karma?

Hmm, could it be the effect of that treasure? I haven't heard of it before.

Dong Rui's eyeballs were also rolling around, looking at Qian Huan and then at He Lingchuan, thinking to himself: Can this old thing also misjudge? What kind of person is He Lingchuan? How many earth-shattering events has he done since causing trouble in the Tiangong! Not to mention anything else, just look at what he did in the Yao Nation, indirectly causing the death of the Yao King, and the Yao Nation was also destroyed. How many people lost their heads overnight, and how many people's futures and fates were changed overnight? Could these causes and effects not be counted on He Lingchuan's head at all?

Absolutely impossible.

But Qian Huan's eyesight shouldn't be easily wrong; where did these karmic retributions go?

Did they get lost? "Then, what about General Red?" He Lingchuan changed the subject. "She also entered the Dao through martial arts, right? But her cultivation seemed to have no upper limit."

He had always hoped to find the answer to this question.

"General Red is a special case; she is not an orthodox practitioner." Qian Huan tilted his head slightly, his peripheral vision sweeping over him. "Strictly speaking, she doesn't even count as a 'human.' In the end, she didn't have a good end either."

"She is not human?" He Lingchuan was greatly surprised. "Then what is she? A demigod or a demi-immortal?"

Qian Huan paced back, looking at He Lingchuan: "I thought you knew at least something."

Even if this was just a dharma body, his gaze still put a lot of pressure on people.

Why did he think He Lingchuan should know?

"Looking at flowers in the mist, I can never get close." He Lingchuan sighed. "After all, it was over 150 years ago. The truth is either buried by history or in the hands of an Immortal Venerable like you."

Dong Rui didn't care about any General Red, but hearing this, he immediately remembered the Wind God worshipped by the people of Silver Pearl Island.

Truth can be covered up, and faith can be deceived.

Qian Huan's long eyebrows moved, and he spread his hands: "Look, am I human?"

He currently had the appearance of a human.

"No." Qian Huan is a Mirage Immortal; this appearance is just transformed. Who knows what his original body looks like? Qian Huan asked again: "Then what counts as human?"

"Having a human body and a human soul is human." Regarding what is "human," Dong Rui, as a master of demon puppets, actually had more say than He Lingchuan. "No matter how much your body resembles a human, your soul is ultimately not human. Just like a Heavenly Demon wearing an immortal's skin, ultimately, it is still a Heavenly Demon."

"Good." Qian Huan's gaze, in He Lingchuan's view, was a bit strange besides being indifferent. "General Red is also like this. Her composition is something that even I would call a 'monster' after seeing it."

Monster? What kind of composition is that? As the sky lightened, Xiao Wencheng ran back from the head and reported to Qian Huan: "The Profound Crystals have been cleared."

Without the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, he had to go up and down the Stone Dragon Peak by himself.

After today, there was no point in keeping the Profound Crystals in the Immortal Light Cave.

Qian Huan raised his chin at Xiao Wencheng: "Linglong Blood Bead."

Xiao Wencheng immediately found a box, opened it, and presented it respectfully.

Qian Huan picked up a small red hollow ball from the box and examined it against the light.

"You couldn't use it just now because the conditions weren't mature yet." He pointed at the sand table casually. "Now it's possible."

After speaking, he blew a breath at the blood bead and threw it back into the box.

He Lingchuan noticed at the first glance that this small ball seemed to be carved from tree roots. After Qian Huan blew the breath, it seemed to awaken something, and a wisp of red smoke began to drift inside.

Then, the divine bone necklace in his chest began to heat up again.

This thing had been silent for more than half a year, but suddenly became active after entering the Upside-Down Sea. Was it because there was too much good food here? Could it also eat this cluster of red mist? The red mist condensed into a human face in the ball and said to Qian Huan: "You actually came out of seclusion?"

The tone was two parts surprised.

Qian Huan ignored him, handed Xiao Wencheng a black chain pendant the size of a quail egg, and then his figure gradually blurred.

He disappeared, leaving only three lotus petals on the offering table.

There was still a bit of clear water on the petals.

Xiao Wencheng held the root ball and said solemnly to the red smoke inside:

"In today's battle, if you help us defeat the Heavenly Demon, you will regain your freedom! After that, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and no one will restrict you again."

The root gaps of the small ball were clearly very large, but the red mist couldn't squeeze out, only saying: "Which Heavenly Demon is coming?"

"Feng He, Zhao You."

The red face yawned.

"And their True God, Miaozhantian."

The red face was startled: "Miaozhantian is also coming? Isn't that your master's nemesis? I'm not going; I can't beat him."

Dong Rui touched his nose on the side; this thing was a bit honest.

Xiao Wencheng said: "It's not asking you to fight Miaozhantian alone."

The red shadow was uncertain: "Qian Huan will take action, right?"

Xiao Wencheng replied: "This is the Upside-Down Sea; the Immortal Venerable has been in seclusion here for many years."

This answer seemed like a non-sequitur, but the red shadow understood: Miaozhantian broke into Qian Huan's cave dwelling in seclusion with ill intentions, so Qian Huan would inevitably fight back.

It fell silent.

Xiao Wencheng continued to persuade: "If you miss today, you won't have another chance. In at most another two hundred years, you will be completely refined!"

"That is Miaozhantian!" The red mist laughed, "I'm afraid I'll be gone as soon as I go, no need to wait two hundred years."

Xiao Wencheng picked up the black chain pendant and shook it gently in front of it: "Do you know what this is?"

The red mist leaned over and sniffed deeply, somewhat surprised: "The crop stone of a Ghost Vulture? How many heads?"

"Five heads," Xiao Wencheng said. "If you agree to fight, this crop stone will be yours."

Even He Lingchuan could see the red mist's temptation, but it still said: "Too few people died; I'm not going."

Xiao Wencheng walked to the edge of the sand table holding the red ball: "See for yourself."

Damaged by the space-time rift, the central and southern parts of Silver Pearl Island were now devastated, with towns destroyed and buildings collapsed.

There were nearly ten thousand residents nearby, and now less than one in ten survived.

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui couldn't bear to look at such a tragic sight, but the red mist tutted a few times: "That's more like it."

Xiao Wencheng pointed to the Banqiu Lighthouse and the mine: "Several people also died in the battlefield here, not only Heavenly Demons wearing immortal skins, but also..."

He didn't continue.

The red mist hummed: "Give me the crop stone, and take the oath."

Xiao Wencheng took a stick of incense from the incense burner in the shrine, used it as a pen, and wrote the oath on a talisman paper.

Taking advantage of this time, Dong Rui whispered to He Lingchuan: "The Ghost Vulture is an exceptionally powerful and fierce demon bird from the ancient times, specializing in eating other demons. The stronger their cultivation, the more heads they have. It is said that the most powerful nine-headed Ghost Vulture loves to eat phoenix chicks and often conflicts with the Phoenix clan because of hunting young birds. Their crop stones have ground up too much flesh and resentment of demons, so they are powerful materials. However, they don't eat mortals, just like a tiger doesn't lick an ant."

Xiao Wencheng's talisman letter was sworn in the name of the Illusion Sect. After writing it, he circled it three times over the incense burner.

Afterwards, every stroke on the talisman paper faintly revealed a red light.

The oath took effect.

He pressed the talisman paper into the red ball, and the human face condensed by the red mist became a bit clearer, with a head, face, and neck.

As soon as this talisman paper touched the red mist, it turned into a chain, binding it around its neck.

The handwriting on the talisman paper still flashed with red light on the chain.

Xiao Wencheng said solemnly: "When you fulfill the agreement, the chain will open by itself."

After speaking, he threw the Ghost Vulture crop stone into the root ball.

The human face condensed by the red mist opened its mouth and swallowed the crop stone, not even chewing, just smacking its lips: "Not a small supplement. If your master hadn't insisted on reducing my cultivation, why would I need to spend effort to deal with these scumbags today?" ===== CHAPTER 1792 =====