Chapter 169: Breaking Through the Window

What is frightening is the depth of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's layout in Huaxia and the precision of their calculations.

Especially when the Hanfang Group wanted the land in Miao Street, it actually alarmed two Cabinet Elders in Jingcheng, whose differing reactions indicated that although the upper echelons had precautions, there were still omissions.

Lin Yu even suspected that his divorce from Zhang Yuru was a step-by-step scheme by the Nihon people through Feng Yuanyuan, with the goal of having him, a disciple of Xuanyuan Hai, come out of the mountains to search for clues to the Earth Physician manuscript.

This sense of urgency prompted Lin Yu to return to Zhongcaotang to settle Han Feifei.

But Zhongcaotang had already been thoroughly searched by Black-Clad Men; fortunately, the important items were hidden in the alchemy room under the bedroom and were not discovered.

Lin Yu had no heart to tidy up and went straight into the alchemy room.

At this moment, in the Jiutian Building, Yuzao Huimei was trembling as she reported to Gongsan Pingbalang the news that Lord Jiusheng Yongshen had failed his Ascension.

Gongsan Pingbalang looked silently toward the direction of Miao Street; that golden pillar of light had long since signaled the outcome.

After a long while, he let Yuzao Huimei leave and used his mobile phone to contact his senior brother, "Senior brother, this is Lin Zhongyou, I have found the whereabouts of the Six Divine Skills of Xuanmen."

The Penglai Shanmai on the Ludong Bandao was an immortal island that floated amidst the blue waves in ancient times. Today, this immortal mountain, rated as a 5A-level scenic spot, is actually controlled by the Jiang Family, which has been passed down for a thousand years.

The Sanqing Dian cast in copper at the mountain peak bursts with golden-purple electric light whenever there is a thunderstorm; this wonder, built fifty years ago in imitation of the Wudang Zhenwu Dian, is currently witnessing the secret affairs of the Xuanmen.

Jiang Taixu, in purple-gold Daoist robes, put down his phone; this Land Immortal, who shook the Taoist world with the name 'Master Taixu', still had the appearance of a man in his prime despite being a hundred years old.

The green-robed youth kneeling opposite him, Jiang Wenfeng, was his great-great-grandson; this star of the Jiang Family in his early twenties had to seal his own cultivation every day to avoid breaking through to the realm of Ascension too early.

"The method has been found." Jiang Taixu tapped the copper chime, the sound shaking the beams: "Zhang Song and Liu Jiaheng of the Six Thieves of Xuanmen have appeared."

"Could it be false news?" Jiang Wenfeng opened his eyes abruptly, his knuckles turning white. For five years, he had repeatedly encountered con artists, and at this moment, even his breathing became rapid.

"Intelligence passed on by Jiang Sanlang." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, looking at his great-great-grandson's instantly flushed face: "That double-pupil prodigy taken in by your great-grandfather is now waiting for the rabbit in Huacheng."

The youth stood up abruptly, and cracks were trodden into the sandalwood floor. Since his father and grandfather had ascended one after another, he had been struggling to find a way to remain in the human world for over five years. What made his heart sway even more was that the woman who haunted his dreams was also in Huacheng at this moment...

In the Jiutian Building in Huacheng, thousands of miles away, Gongsan Pingbalang sat cross-legged, shirtless, his internal energy like an abyss.

Suddenly, a red dress swayed in the shadows, and Yan Feng appeared, stepping on the light of the glazed lamps, her phoenix eyes sweeping across the wall full of star charts: "The old antiques curse us as traitors, but they are just jealous that the reformist faction has seized the heaven and earth's fortune."

The Dongying occultist's pupils constricted; this woman, known as the 'youngest Scattered Immortal in history', had a face that was seven parts similar to a certain old acquaintance. He pressed his hand on the Kusanagi sword at his waist and said in a deep voice: "Does your brother know you have joined the Half-Immortal Pavilion?"

"Him?" Yan Feng played with a lock of her hair and chuckled: "He's still acting as his silly shopkeeper in Miao Street."

Yan Feng curled her lips in a mocking sneer, her fingertips tapping her arm: "What of twenty years of planning? You calculated that Miao Street could trap Zhang Song and Liu Jinyong, but they instead cultivated into Earth-Store Yang Spirits.

You let Liu Shengyi risk his life for you, but it only achieved his status as a Ghost Immortal. Now that all the chess pieces on the street are in place, yet you can't even touch half of the 'Earth Physician'."

Gongsan Pingbalang suddenly turned half his face, his double pupils glowing with a ghostly light in the night: "You are the one who surprises me more; the opportunity of a ten-year Scattered Immortal is not something one can ask for, does he know your background?"

The black-clad woman's breathing stalled, and her fingers in her sleeves tightened suddenly: "What does it have to do with him!"

"How could it not?" The man smiled and pointed to the night sky, "You are both people of the Seven Tribulations; when the day he awakens comes..." Before he finished speaking, both looked toward the direction of Miao Street.

Countless rainbow lights flowed in the Void, and the sky woven with neon clouds shrouded the entire block; only those with double pupils could glimpse the mystery within.

"This kid has obtained a great opportunity again." Dark tides surged in the depths of Gongsan Pingbalang's eyes, "I sent eyes and ears to dig three feet deep, yet it is not as good as what he obtained by chance."

At this moment, in the alchemy room thirty zhang underground in Zhongcaotang, white mist steamed around Lin Yu.

Eighteen ancient scrolls hung and circled in the air, the Golden Crow spread its wings to burn the sky, the Dragon Vein meandered and wandered, and the characters of the Yongle Encyclopedia fell like a galaxy. Blood seeped continuously from his seven orifices, and the Marrow Cleansing Pill between his fingers had been crushed into powder.

Deep in Maiyi Lane, Liu Jinyong gulped down a mouthful of old wine, his Heavenly Eye wide open: "The brat finally knows to be in a hurry."

Zhang Song stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Genyue Courtyard, and behind him, Liu Shengyi dipped his fingers in blood and wiped them over his eyelids, suddenly horrified: "Senior brother can actually visualize thirteen secret diagrams at the same time?"

"That is why he is worthy of being your senior brother." The old man looked at the pillar of light shooting into the sky, "If this tribulation is passed, the Xuanmen shall flourish for a hundred years."

Tang Yuanhui rushed into the street clutching the 'Lu Zu Visualization Diagram', and the moment the Talisman burned out, the entire scroll turned into a golden rainbow and broke through the window.

Buddhist chants erupted in the alchemy room, Lin Yu's bones rattled, and the bamboo slips in front of him suddenly burst with green light; it was the authentic 'Earth Physician' manuscript that Gongsan Pingbalang had sought in vain.

"The Great Dao is formless; only by concentrating the spirit and gathering Qi can one obtain the true essence." The Daoist sound from the Void poured into his head like a thunderclap, and Lin Yu spat out blood, his throat tasting of copper. In a haze, he saw a green-robed Daoist standing with a sword, his long beard fluttering: "This poor Daoist is Lu Yan."

"Cough!" Another mouthful of blood stained his collar, and Lin Yu grabbed the porcelain bottle and swallowed the Marrow Cleansing Pill whole.

The medicinal effect was long gone by more than nine-tenths, but the red glow in the youth's eyes grew stronger; the Xuanmen secret technique 'Immortal Life' was circulating throughout his body, and the seventy-two major acupuncture points pierced by the Silver Needle were faintly burning.

He had to hold on. The scene of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's surprise attack on Miao Street last night was still fresh in his mind; if he hadn't set up the Feng Shui array in advance, he feared the Dongying people would have already succeeded.

The Visualization Diagram rustled in front of him, and the ancient medical classic 'Earth Physician' suddenly glowed with golden light.

"Come!" The youth roared, letting the ancient scrolls turn into fly ash, and a massive amount of inheritance exploded in his skull.

His skin rapidly withered like a centenarian, but at a certain critical point, it suddenly rebounded.

When the last wisp of white mist overflowed from his mouth and nose, only the lone copy of 'Earth Physician' remained from the scattered scrolls on the floor, landing lightly on his knees.

Gongsan Pingbalang's pupils on the top floor of the Jiutian Building constricted, and fine cracks appeared on the teacup in his hand: "He actually succeeded."

Yan Feng in the shadows stroked her gilded nails: "Don't forget what I want."

"Naturally." A ghostly blue fox fire lit up at the Onmyoji's fingertips, "At the hour of the Rat tonight, the Tongtian Pavilion will receive a copy of 'Earth Physician'." Before the words fell, the black-clad woman had already melted into the morning light like ink.

Gongsan stared at the rising sun in the east and heard Huimei's urging voice coming from outside the door.

Yuzao Huimei stood quietly in the corridor holding a sandalwood box; inside the box, three blood-stained Silver Needles were trembling slightly. They were taken from the wounded in Miao Street, containing the true Qi of the medical school left behind when Lin Yu personally administered treatment.

Gongsan Pingbalang straightened the hem of his suit and strode forward to push open the gilded door of the presidential suite.

Yuzao Huimei and Jiulangzi, who had been waiting in the corridor for a long time, along with two rows of bodyguards in black suits, bowed deeply at ninety degrees in unison.