Chapter 945

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Protagonist:

Xu Changqing

This insect chirping is by no means from ordinary insects; it must be a method of the Wu Sheng Chong Mu.

Previously, the Wu Sheng Chong Mu gave Xu Changqing three days to consider; presumably the time is up, and the other party specially dispatched an insect.

He did not panic; green light rippled across the surface of the Qing Emperor Spirit Robe, and the Withering and Flourishing Dao Rhyme quietly circulated.

Then he rose and walked out of the great hall, looking in the direction of the insect chirping, only to see not far away a strangely shaped insect crouching on the ground.

And the sound was emitted by it.

This insect's body is not large, roughly the size of a thumb.

Its form resembles a cricket, yet it possesses a pair of mantis-like sharp forelimbs.

Its carapace is pitch-black, covered with dark red patterns resembling Spirit Patterns.

Its head bears a pair of blood-red compound eyes, revealing a cold intent.

Its abdomen wriggles slightly; with each wriggle it emits a burst of "rustling" insect chirps, the sound quite piercing, making one feel irritated upon hearing it.

Xu Changqing stepped forward slowly, his gaze calmly fixed on this strange insect.

The insect chirping paused slightly; the insect's body curled up, and then a hoarse female voice came from the insect's mouth: "Three days have passed; how have you considered?"

This voice is precisely the Wu Sheng Chong Mu.

Clearly, this strange insect is her avatar, or a messenger.

Xu Changqing remained calm, speaking in a steady tone: "The matter of cooperation is of great importance and cannot be decided in a short while.

The time you gave me is too short; I still need to consider further."

"Consider?"

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice carried a hint of impatience: "Giving you three days was already giving enough face.

Don't think that with your current strength you can contend with me?"

As the words fell, the coldness in the insect's blood-red compound eyes deepened.

Its sharp forelimbs lifted, as if ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The insect chirping also became increasingly clamorous, carrying a strong oppressive feeling.

Xu Changqing showed not the slightest fear; three colors — green, black, and white — flowed around his body, the Qing Emperor Spirit Wood Hairpin faintly brightened, and a gentle Yi Wood Vitality enveloped him: "Wu Sheng Chong Mu, if we truly fight, you may not gain the upper hand."

He paused, then continued: "The matter of cooperation, I am considering.

However the matter of the great calamity is weighty, concerning the Entire Tianyuan Realm.

If you are unwilling to be forthright, no matter how much you urge, I will not agree."

The insect chirping gradually ceased; after a moment the Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice sounded again: "I must admit, you are indeed no longer what you once were.

Since it is so, we shall see.

In the future, you will surely regret today's decision."

As the words fell, the insect's blood-red compound eyes gave Xu Changqing a deep look, then it turned into a black shadow and vanished into the vast night.

Xu Changqing gazed at the direction where the insect disappeared, his expression thoughtful.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu's words were half true, half false, therefore they cannot be fully believed.

It is just that the other party suddenly gave up, which is somewhat beyond my expectations.

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And the insect carrying the Wu Sheng Chong Mu's will was now swiftly shuttling through the night sky.

Its speed was extremely fast, avoiding all cultivators and living beings along the way, silently arriving at the Luo River, which was also the former location of the Bei Clan.

The water here is no longer ordinary river water, but black water carrying a bone-piercing chill.

The water contains dense Yin Cold Qi; ordinary cultivators stepping into it would be eroded by the cold Qi in moments.

And in the center of the black water, Bei Qingtang sat upon a cold Xuan stone.

Faint blue spiritual light coiled around her body, the spiritual light mixed with a trace of black radiance.

And this is precisely the special manifestation after the Xuanhe Spirit Clan bloodline awakened.

Bei Qingtang wore a black long skirt, her long hair reaching her waist.

Her features were clear and beautiful, yet carried an indifference that kept people a thousand li away.

Between her brows hid a loneliness that could not be dissolved.

Her eyes slightly closed, faint blue spiritual light circulated around her, black water Qi and bloodline power intertwining, making her aura increasingly condensed yet also increasingly icy.

In the water, a pitch-black, massive giant snake coiled beside her.

Its snake scales were smooth, gleaming with a cold luster.

A pair of vertical pupils stared tightly at the Master.

The Black Water Xuan Snake is an Ancient Species.

It devours the essence blood of living beings; its strength is formidable.

It is Bei Qingtang's most reliable combat power, and the reliance she depends on for survival.

Suddenly, a faint "rustling" sound rang out.

The Black Water Xuan Snake abruptly raised its head, a flash of killing intent crossing its vertical pupils.

Its massive body suddenly writhed, stirring up waves of black water.

At this moment, Bei Qingtang opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the insect: "Wu Sheng Chong Mu?"

The insect's crimson compound eyes stared at Bei Qingtang, and Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice rang out: "How are your preparations?"

The spiritual light around Bei Qingtang converged, and she said indifferently: "I can act at any time."

"Still sensible enough."

A trace of satisfaction carried in Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice, then it continued: "You must remember, only by unlocking the Yin River's shackles can the Xuan River reappear in the world.

And your Xuanhe Spirit Clan bloodline can then awaken thoroughly."

It admonished: "Also, this matter must be completed within fifty years, absolutely cannot be delayed.

Once the time limit is exceeded, a heaven-great disaster will arise.

At that time, the entire Tianyuan Realm will fall into a state of ten thousand calamities without recovery."

Bei Qingtang's brows furrowed slightly; this was the first time Wu Sheng Chong Mu mentioned "disaster," and she couldn't help but give birth to a thread of doubt in her heart: "What major event could be so pressing?"

Ever since she left Dongting Immortal Sect, she had single-mindedly pursued awakening the Xuanhe Spirit Clan bloodline.

To make the Xuan River reappear, to let the Bei Clan return to glory, she had long since disregarded everything.

Now hearing the other party's words, her heart held a measure of curiosity, even doubt.

Regarding this, Wu Sheng Chong Mu did not intend to conceal anything; the insect's crimson compound eyes flickered slightly: "Speaking of it, this matter actually has to do with the Huang Quan Alliance."

Upon hearing this, a flash of astonishment crossed Bei Qingtang's eyes: "The Huang Quan Alliance again?"

The Huang Quan Alliance is the most mysterious evil cultivator organization in the Tianyuan Realm, acting in a ghostly and secretive manner.

And it has hidden in the dark year-round; extremely few people know its true purpose.

She never expected that this matter would actually become entangled with the Huang Quan Alliance.

"Correct, it is the Huang Quan Alliance."

Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice carried a thread of coldness, then continued: "Over these years, the Huang Quan Alliance has done many things.

A hundred years ago, they slew the Dragon Vein of the Canglan Sea Region.

Thirty years ago, disaster mist erupted at the Dongting Old Site.

Several years ago, the Tu Soil God reincarnated."

Speaking here, Wu Sheng Chong Mu's heart showed a touch of regret.

In truth, it favored Xu Zhangqing more.

This person's talent and qi luck were both the most suitable for doing this matter.

Pity, there was no trust to speak of between the two sides.

Especially Xu Zhangqing, who always harbored wariness, fundamentally impossible to listen to arrangements.

Since it was so, it could only let Bei Qingtang, who barely met the requirements, do this matter.

This woman's obsession runs extremely deep, and she has no ties or encumbrances.

Only she can disregard everything and complete the assigned task.

Sure enough, after Bei Qingtang finished listening, the indifference in her pupils was gradually replaced by resolve; she stared fixedly at the insect and said in a heavy tone: "As long as it can make the Xuan River reappear in the world, let the Xuanhe Spirit Clan reestablish a foothold in the Tianyuan Realm, no matter what price must be paid, I am willing!"