Chapter 2989: Yin Hun Bu San

The original natural contract between the mother and child of Jin Du was highly unequal; the ghost child died, and the Holy Mother of Jin Du was unharmed, but if the Holy Mother of Jin Du died, the ghost child would certainly be buried with her.

If the Great Heavenly Demon, before descending to the lower realm, forcibly signed a similar mutual-damage agreement with the Holy Mother of Jin Du, the latter would find it harder to manipulate the pool; moreover, the Lingxu multitude is under strict control by the Lingxu Holy Venerable, with internal rules, and the Holy Mother of Jin Du must also comply.

He Lingchuan was also thinking: "Shuangye's passivity stems from having no choice since birth and being isolated and helpless."

Thus, Shuangye actually has only one urgent matter:

Become strong, become strong as quickly as possible!

Then kill the Holy Mother of Jin Du and reclaim freedom!

Sun Fuling played with the jade paperweight on the desk: "Interesting, I'll lend him a hand."

This assistance to Shuangye means one less perfect divine incarnation for the Great Heavenly God of Lingxu, and one more powerful ally for Cangyan.

She was calculating the pros and cons.

She rested her chin on her hands, smiling especially sweetly:

"By the way, would you like to go to the training field to stretch your muscles? I'd also like to check on your recovery after the injury."

The Earth Mother had temporarily departed, and the Cangyan army had not yet arrived; now was her most leisurely time, and she needed to find some amusement.

He Lingchuan pointed at her, then pointed at himself.

Spar?

Spar with the Red General?

She nodded firmly: "Yes."

Otherwise, how could we assess his physical condition?

"Alright." He Lingchuan sprang to his feet, the Resonant Dragon Battle Armor emerging to cover his entire body, "Then……"

Sun Fuling took a step to leave, but heard He Lingchuan utter an "eh."

He had not summoned the Resonant Dragon Battle Armor in a long time, and this time he immediately sensed something amiss.

"What's wrong?"

"Something feels off." He Lingchuan raised his hand, and indeed a thread of black qi coiled around his arm armor, faint but visible to the naked eye; this aura was very familiar to both of them.

"Karmic retribution?" the Red General exclaimed in surprise, "After the Panlong Great Battle, your karmic retribution was already completely exhausted—how could it possibly reappear now!" For having triggered the Conjunction Flash Gold Dragon God War, which caused monstrous slaughter and directly altered the fate of countless beings, He Lingchuan once bore a thick and terrifying karmic burden. According to Sun Fuling's explanation, if that karmic burden were divided into a million shares and distributed, each recipient would at best meet a violent death.

But in the final battle of Panlong, He Lingchuan paid with his life to offset it, and by rights should no longer bear the former karmic burden.

The Red General was like that—even though he had previously fought north and south for Panlong City, his hands stained with slaughter, after his sacrifice in the Mingsha Forest battle, he was no longer troubled by karmic retribution.

She also pondered: "Could it be that since you woke up, you've newly accumulated karmic retribution?"

He Lingchuan protested: "Since waking, I haven't even killed a single chicken; the karmic retribution accumulated by the old woman at the vegetable market exceeds mine! And moreover—" and although this karmic retribution is weak, it carries a strong sense of surveillance and suspicion. He could feel that this was not newly accumulated.

Why has the former karmic retribution come back to find him?

Sun Fuling pressed: "And what?"

"Um, nothing, perhaps just an illusion." He Lingchuan appeared indifferent on the surface, "Just this trace of karmic retribution—what can it do to me? Rest assured." Originally, that overwhelming karmic retribution like dark clouds pressing down could do nothing to him; what could this thread possibly amount to? Sun Fuling thought for a moment, as if agreeing: "Perhaps some new event has emerged that we haven't yet noticed, but causality has already been calculated against you."

She asked again: "How is your destiny divine aspect?"

"All preparations are complete, yet it remains unable to coalesce." He Lingchuan felt a stir in his heart. Could the reappearance of karmic retribution be related to his efforts to reforge the destiny divine aspect?

Having endured the trials of the Trapped Dragon Pit and the two great battles in the Panlong world, he felt his mindset had greatly improved, his understanding of "destiny" had entered a new realm, yet for some unknown reason, his sea of consciousness remained like a dead pool, no matter how he stirred it, it would not solidify.

He could feel that his mindset, experience, and cultivation were all complete, lacking only the final step.

But how to take that step, he did not know.

"No matter, perhaps just lacking a bit of opportunity." Sun Fuling comforted him, "Just let things take their natural course."

He Lingchuan shrugged: "I think the same."

Enlightenment cannot be rushed; rushing invites qi deviation.

"Alright, let's go to the training field." Sun Fuling patted his shoulder, resuming the topic.

"……" Still, still have to fight?

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The turmoil currently experienced by Lingxu City is unprecedented in six hundred years.

In just these few days, officials and generals of the Wang Ting have died in numbers exceeding ten, the residence of the Baoshu Guo stationed in Lingxu City has been burned to ashes by fire, inside which the envoys and servants, totaling over fifty, not a single one escaped.

This is the same treatment as when the Chi Yan Guo, years ago, investigated the elixir of immortality case in Ducheng.

Likewise, everyone now clearly knows who the culprit is.

Nie Xiaolou crouched in the Crown Prince's manor, refusing to come out; the Heavenly Palace seeks to shake the mountain and startle the tiger, killing officials of the Demon Emperor's faction. They are middle-ranking or grassroots practical officials in the Wang Ting, numerous in number, and Nie Xiaolou cannot possibly protect each of them.

News of their deaths comes in one after another, creating an extremely terrifying atmosphere throughout the Wang Ting; the living tremble, unaware when the heavenly blade will fall upon their own heads.

Under such immense pressure, many officials can only defect to the Heavenly Palace.

Likewise, the Demon Emperor's forces will not sit and wait for annihilation; they also employ tactics.

Several officials have mysteriously vanished; in the court they were mockingly called the Heavenly Palace's megaphones, previously often mediating between the Wang Ting and the Demon Emperor's faction, sending them for the Heavenly Palace—everyone knows where they went. The Demon Emperor's party is also not soft-hearted.

The abbots, temple priests, night patrols, and bell-ringers of the temples in Lingxu City and its vicinity often die violently, even the large Qingfu Temple in the city was burned to a clean slate by fire.

Coincidentally, this occurred on the third day after the residence of the Baoshu Guo stationed in Lingxu City was burned down.

Likewise, from nobles to townsfolk, everyone understands this is reciprocal retaliation!

Ironically, the Qingfu Temple had already suffered a major fire over twenty years ago.

It was once the central stronghold for the Qingyang National Master's private sale of immortality elixirs, with accounts settlement and secret transaction venues set up inside the temple. When He Lingchuan and Bai Ziqi traced this lead, the Qingyang National Master ordered the burning of Qingfu Temple to conceal the evidence.

Afterwards, the Heavenly Palace rebuilt the Qingfu Temple; over the past many years, its incense has flourished even more.

Unexpectedly, it caught fire again in the middle of the night, and once again no one survived in the entire temple.

History merely repeats its boring cycle.

Lingxu City is in chaos, the city filled with alarm and dread, the powerful and wealthy all feel endangered.

Many aristocratic families have quietly left Lingxu City to avoid the impending great storm.

The next morning, another piece of sudden bad news:

Wang Qun, the guardian of Lingxu City, drowned in the small river beside his residence.