Chapter 485: Even Crying Brought an Unexpected Gain

In the central district of Carefree Wanderer City, the famed 'Drunken Immortal Residence' tavern, since the Giant Spirit Realm opened, has become the foremost place for the city's major powers' strong cultivators to exchange insights and rest.

The entire structure of Drunken Immortal Residence towers into the clouds, with flying eaves and upturned corners, resplendent in gold and azure.

Its outer walls, inlaid with various rare spirit stones and gems, emit a faint spiritual aura, allowing one to sense a rich spiritual essence even from afar.

On either side of the vermilion main gate stand a pair of massive spirit-beast stone carvings, mighty and mysterious.

The spacious hall features a floor carpeted with soft spirit-silk, while the walls display Dao-pattern paintings by renowned masters, each imbued with profound artistic conception.

At the hall's center stands a huge crystal lotus pond, where spiritual springs trickle and various spirit flowers float on the surface, sending forth waves of fresh fragrance.

Besides serving as a temporary resting place for cultivators, Drunken Immortal Residence also offers various cultivation-related services such as artifact refining, spirit medicine trading, and technique sales.

Drunken Immortal Residence has thus become an indispensable part of cultivation for practitioners near Carefree Wanderer City.

At this moment, in the cloud-and-water chamber of Drunken Immortal Residence in Carefree Wanderer City, Huang Daxian and Heifeng, to ensure their actions remain unknown to the outside world, are setting up a powerful sealing grand formation around the room.

Huang Daxian took out a set of exquisite formation flags and a formation plate from his storage ring; the flags are multicolored, inscribed with intricate runes, and each emits a faint spiritual light.

Heifeng then produced piece after piece of spirit stones, which contain abundant spiritual energy, making them ideal materials for laying the formation.

"Heifeng, go to the window below and place those three spirit stones according to the positions of the Three Talents Formation." Huang Daxian pointed to the west side of the room; Heifeng nodded and swiftly acted.

Huang Daxian himself walked to the room's center, placed the formation plate on the ground, and began arranging the formation flags.

His movements were swift and practiced; each flag was inserted into a specific position, forming a complex pattern.

This formation is called the 'Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Concealment Formation,' which he researched and devised after reading an ancient text while on Earth.

While setting it up, Huang Daxian explained to Heifeng, "This formation can use the room's spiritual energy to create an energy shield that isolates external probing; any spell attempting to peer inside will be blocked by this formation."

Heifeng checked the spirit stones beneath the window, confirmed they were correct, and returned, asking, "Then how long can this formation last?"

"These spirit stones are sufficient for three days and three nights, and I have also incorporated some special variations into the formation; even if someone forcefully breaks it, it will trigger an illusion within the formation, making them mistakenly believe they see the room's situation, while actually being confused by the illusion we control." Huang Daxian said confidently.

As the final formation flag was inserted, the entire room was suddenly enveloped by a faint light shield, barely perceptible to the naked eye, yet it completely isolated the room's aura from the outside world.

Heifeng walked to the doorway and tried to look out; indeed, from outside the room's interior appeared blurred and indistinct, showing only a chaotic haze.

He nodded satisfied: "All good now; we can rest easy."

Huang Daxian also exhaled in relief.

He approached the formation plate, unleashed several spell seals, and activated the formation's concealment function.

The entire room seemed to vanish from this world, becoming traceless.

The two exchanged a smile; in this hidden space, they need not worry about external interference or prying eyes.

Afterward, a black gleam flashed in Heifeng's mind; the Myriad Soul Banner emerged, and from within the flag-banner space drifted out two black treasure boxes.

"Heifeng, bro, is this Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder really reliable?"

"I feel this is a bit risky." Huang Daxian said, dragging the treasure box, opening it, and speaking softly.

"Huang Daxian, can't you be more promising?"

"This is a treasure given by the Great Demon Master; how could it be wrong?" After hearing this, Heifeng gave Huang Daxian a white-eye look.

"But... is this stuff really colorless and tasteless?"

"Otherwise we might end up weakening our own legs first, which would be deadly." Huang Daxian rubbed his hands, hesitating.

"Can't you cut the nonsense?"

"Hurry up and apply it; we still need to sneak in before the memorial service starts." Heifeng said impatiently.

After hearing this, Huang Daxian cautiously opened the bottle, "Well, I'll apply it—ah, why is this stuff so fragrant? Are you sure this isn't perfume?"

Upon hearing this, Heifeng rolled his eyes.

"Huang Daxian, can't you be serious?"

"This is high-grade goods; the fragrance is meant to mask other odors."

"Then I should apply more, lest the effect be insufficient and our plan go down the drain." Huang Daxian muttered while applying it.

"You've had enough, don't waste it! This stuff is precious; one layer is sufficient." Seeing this, Heifeng snatched the bottle and said dissatisfiedly.

Huang Daxian suddenly felt nervous inside.

"Wait, Heifeng, does this stuff have an antidote? I don't want to end up unable to move myself."

Heifeng proudly produced a small vial, "Look, what is this?"

"The Great Demon Master had long prepared an antidote; we just need to take it beforehand, and we'll be flawless."

Huang Daxian exhaled in relief, "That's good, that's good."

"Come, let's down this bottle of antidote, then go and have a great showdown."

Heifeng finally urged, "Remember, our goal is to let the cultivators of Taiyin Holy Land be poisoned silently."

After hearing this, Heifeng nodded and, together with the Taiyin Holy Maiden, Xi Daozi, and others, organized a memorial gathering, then took the opportunity to approach the Taiyin cultivator disciples who had come to mourn in silence.

This is the best poisoning method that he and Heifeng have come up with.

After all, the fallen one is the Holy Maiden of Taiyin Holy Land, Xi Yi Fu; she is a heaven's pride in Taiyin Holy Land, with many suitors.

By organizing the memorial service, the two of them can also win over the cultivators of Taiyin Holy Land and thus readily gather people's hearts.

"Heifeng, this plan must be seamless."

"As long as, at the memorial, we see the Taiyin Holy Land cultivators coming to mourn, we'll go up and hug them while crying, poisoning them without gods or ghosts knowing." Huang Daxian said, making faces.

"Haha, Huang Daxian, your idea is actually not bad."

"But we need to cry sincerely; otherwise, if we can't squeeze out tears, the poison might end up all over ourselves." Heifeng wore a mischievous expression.

"Don't worry; my crying act as Huang Daxian is top-notch—just a squeeze of my eyes guarantees tears flowing." Huang Daxian wore a face full of confidence.

"Then you must control it well."

"Don't get too into the crying, or you'll mix up the poison and weaken our own legs first." Heifeng's tone carried suspicion.

After hearing this, Huang Daxian patted his chest and declared decisively, "Leave it to me!"

"However, Heifeng, you need to practice first."

"Your face is like stone—how can you cry?"

"Heifeng heard this, his face instantly darkened: 'How come I can't cry?'"

"I'm being restrained—do you understand?" The speaker's tone carried dissatisfaction.

"Fine, then we'll settle on that."

"When the time comes, I'll go first, you follow."

"We must act as if we've lost our dearest person." Huang Daxian's face showed a lewd expression as he eagerly rubbed his hands.

"Heifeng heard this and nodded: 'Alright, then you must cry properly—don't let people see we're faking.'"

"Of course, I'm a professional." Huang Daxian wore a proud expression.

"Heifeng saw this, feeling somewhat helpless: 'I know, I know.'"

"Don't worry about me—just worry about yourself not crying too exaggeratedly, lest you scare the cultivators away."

"Haha, how could that be?"

"When I, Huang Daxian, make a move, I guarantee they'll be moved to tears."

"The next day, in the central plaza of Carefree Wanderer City."

"Huang Daxian meticulously prepared a solemn memorial service to commemorate the Taiyin Holy Maiden, Xidaozi, and other Taiyin Holy Land cultivators who fell in battle."

"The plaza was arranged into a white sea, with white wreaths and couplets neatly placed, each white flower bearing thoughts of mourning for the departed."

"The memorial venue was arranged solemnly and solemnly, with the spirit tablets of the Taiyin Holy Maiden and Xidaozi placed in the center, along with paintings depicting their former heroic appearances."

"Before the paintings, an incense burner with curling smoke emitted a faint sandalwood scent, adding tranquility and harmony to the venue."

"Huang Daxian wore a black robe, with a white mourning flower on his chest, standing before the spirit tablet with a solemn expression; tears glimmered in his eyes, his voice low and powerful."

"Today we gather here to commemorate our most exalted Taiyin Holy Maiden, and the brave cultivator Xidaozi."

"They sacrificed their precious lives to protect the Taiyin Holy Land and uphold peace and justice in the cultivation world."

"Taiyin Holy Maiden, your wisdom is like the brightest star in the night sky, your power like the fiercest wave of the sea."

"Your departure is an irreplaceable loss to the Taiyin Holy Land, and a great loss to the entire cultivation world." Huang Daxian's voice echoed across the plaza, each word filled with grief and reverence.

"Elder Xidaozi, you devoted your life to cultivation, fighting for the glory of the Taiyin Holy Land until your last moment."

"Your bravery and resolve will forever inspire us to move forward." Huang Daxian continued, his words revealing deep longing for Xidaozi.

"The Taiyin Holy Land cultivators present, and other cultivators who came to pay respects, all bowed their heads silently, expressing mourning for the departed."

"Their hearts were heavy, yet simultaneously inspired by Huang Daxian's words, a resolve to avenge the departed ignited within them."

"As the memorial proceeded to its end, Huang Daxian led everyone in three bows before the spirit tablet, then each stepped forward to offer flowers."

"Not long after, the skies above Carefree Wanderer City suddenly rang with tearing sounds, as brilliant rainbow lights tore across the horizon, falling like a meteor shower into the city."

"Within these rainbow lights, each contained a powerful aura, obviously they are cultivators of profound cultivation level."

"They are elite disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land who trained in the Tianji Holy Realm; after receiving the jade slip message, they all rushed to Carefree Wanderer City."

"Heifeng and Huang Daxian had long been waiting in the city; at this moment, their eyes gleamed with sly light."

"When these Taiyin Holy Land heaven's pride appeared, they immediately went forward, faces full of sorrow, their loud wailing shook heaven and earth."

"Fellow sect members, you've finally come!" Huang Daxian's voice choked with sobs, he flung himself to the ground, grabbing the robe of the foremost heaven's pride, tears streaming: "Holy Maiden... she... she has fallen!"

"Heifeng also appeared anguished, he crawled forward, embracing another heaven's pride's leg, wailing: 'The Holy Maiden is our reliance; from now on whom shall we rely on? Wah wah wah...'"

"Seeing this, the Taiyin Holy Land heaven's pride felt their already heavy hearts worsened."

"Their eyes filled with fury and grief, they felt sympathy for Huang Daxian and Heifeng's sorrowful display."

"Please restrain your grief, fellow Daoists." A heavenly pride appearing as the team leader said solemnly, a flicker of tenderness in his eyes: "Our Taiyin Holy Land disciples will never let the Holy Maiden's sacrifice be in vain; we will surely avenge her and make the culprits pay."

"Yes, we must avenge!" The other heaven's pride echoed, their anger and grief turning into a strong fighting spirit.

"Huang Daxian and Heifeng exchanged a glance, secretly pleased."

"At this moment, by contacting these people, the scent of Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder has already merged with their bodies; we just need to wait for these cultivators to slowly train, then let the poison silently seep into their dantian."

"Fellow sect members, avenging the Holy Maiden rests on you." Huang Daxian stood, tears still on his face, but his tone very sorrowful: "With assistance listed, the Holy Maiden's great vengeance can be repaid!"

"That's right, let the whole cultivation world know the Taiyin Holy Land is not to be provoked!" Heifeng also stood, his eyes flashing with vengeful light.

"The Taiyin Holy Land heaven's pride were infected by Huang Daxian and Heifeng's words, their emotions fully ignited, fists clenched, eyes filled with bloodshot lines."

"Boom—"

"However, just as the memorial was halfway through, a group of cultivators from within the Taiyin Holy Land stormed in with mighty aura."

"These cultivators belong to a powerful faction within the Taiyin Holy Land, which has always been at odds with the Taiyin Holy Maiden's lineage, even constantly feuding inside the holy land."

"Leading them is an old man in a purple robe, an elder of the Taiyin Holy Land named Yin Jiuyou, known for his ruthless methods and deep scheming."

"Yin Jiuyou coldly scanned the venue, his eyes devoid of any mourning, instead filled with anger and contempt."

"What are you doing?"

"The news of the Holy Maiden's fall has spread far and wide; you're still here holding a grandiose memorial—aren't you making the entire Taiyin Holy Land a laughingstock?" Yin Jiuyou's voice like icy cold, breaking the memorial's solemnity.

"Huang Daxian and Heifeng exchanged a glance, a hint of slyness flashing in their eyes, but quickly returned to a sorrowful expression."

"Huang Daxian stepped forward, his tone respectful yet aggrieved: 'Elder Yin, we are merely expressing our mourning and respect for the Holy Maiden, with no other intention.'"

"Hmph, mourning and respect?" Yin Jiuyou snorted coldly: "I think you have ulterior motives!"

"The dignity of the Taiyin Holy Land cannot be lost; I order you to immediately dismantle this memorial, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Heifeng, upon hearing this, his eyes lit up—what a good opportunity to stir trouble, how could he let it pass?"

"He hurriedly stepped forward, his tone tinged with timidity: 'Elder Yin, are you trying to obstruct our mourning for the Holy Maiden?'"

"Does your heart lack even a shred of respect for the Holy Maiden?"

"Upon hearing this, Yin Jiuyou's face grew even darker."

"Hmph..."

"Seeing Huang Daxian and Heifeng's timid appearance, he felt contempt, and immediately let out a cold snort."

Afterward, the cultivators behind Yin Jiuyou stepped forward one after another, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

"I will say it again: call off the memorial immediately, or don't blame me for taking action!" Yin Jiuyou's voice was full of threat.

Huang Daxian and Heifeng knew that if they persisted, it might trigger a direct conflict within the Taiyin Shengdi, which would be a good thing for them!