Chapter 266: Zhao Jiexuan

Clouds crossing, moon dark and wind high.

Guixi Province, Ten Thousand Mountains, mountains intersecting like heavenly steles, ancient sages found it hard to return.

One of the dilapidated wild mountains, the cliff is already a ten-thousand-foot abyss, and lights appear on the cliff.

Lonely light shining alone, in the fierce wind, there was actually a Daoist temple embedded in the cliff.

This Daoist temple is extremely unique; its entire body is not cast from brick or stone, but is actually a bronze temple. A faint, dim yellow light seeps out from within, unveiling the dust-sealed vicissitudes of the years.

Whoosh...

The mountain wind howled, blowing into the Daoist temple, shaking that strand of candlelight to disperse, and the shadow reflected on the wall also swayed.

"You're awake?"

Just at this moment, a cold voice sounded faintly in the Daoist temple.

Mao Rabbit Lin Jianyue slowly opened her eyes, but her aura was weak. She looked blankly at the strange scene around her, and her gaze finally fell on the figure in front of her.

"You're injured?" Lin Jianyue looked at Zhao Jiexuan's pale face, her eyes unable to hide her shock.

She had been entrusted by Zhang Fan to come and find Zhao Jiexuan. She vaguely knew that Zhao Jiexuan and Zhang Fan were originally one body, and even the former was more unfathomable.

Back then at the Imprisoned Immortal Temple, a death trap was set, calculated step by step, nearly taking the life of the Bai He Temple successor, Li Changgeng. Such a figure now seems to have suffered extremely heavy injuries.

This made Lin Jianyue somewhat dazed.

"Who hurt you?" Lin Jianyue could not help but ask.

"You shouldn't have come here." Zhao Jiexuan shook his head, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was full of blood. Obviously, his injuries were extremely heavy, damaging his internal organs.

"Zhang Fan let me come and find you, he said..." Lin Jianyue said hurriedly.

"It seems he has already comprehended the secret of the Jin Xia Treasure Box... Heh heh, worthy of being me; he is indeed the only one in this world." Zhao Jiexuan said a strange passage.

"You know?" Lin Jianyue was suspicious.

"Of course I know. The Jin Xia Treasure Box is a treasure left by the Three-Corpse Daoist. There is a thought sealed inside it." Zhao Jiexuan seemed to have long known the secret of the Jin Xia Treasure Box.

"A thought!?"

"Not bad. One thought gives birth to myriad methods. All phenomena in the world are born from thoughts. Ordinary people's thoughts produce emotions, affect behavior, and thus interfere with reality. This is the power of thoughts..."

"Daoist cultivation emphasizes not giving birth to a single thought. However, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the power of thoughts."

Back then, Chu Chaoran, with just one thought, suppressed the Wu Wei Gate Deputy Temple Master, Nian Master, in Luohuang Mountain for more than ten years, not daring to cross the thunder pool. From this, it can be seen that the power of thoughts transcends any Daoist magic supernatural power.

"Since you know, why that day..."

"I know, but I can't do it." Zhao Jiexuan shook his head.

He had also comprehended the secret of the Jin Xia Treasure Box and naturally knew that there was a thought hidden inside.

However, that was not an ordinary thought. The person who left this thought was at least an existence who had comprehended the Pure Yang Limitless Realm.

Such a thought, even if Zhao Jiexuan was Zhang Fan's evil god, he could not covet it.

"Since he let you come and find me, it means the matter is done." Zhao Jiexuan said solemnly.

"So, you can merge souls?" Lin Jianyue said in a deep voice.

Although she was the Mao Rabbit among the Thirteen Zodiacs, she was now Zhao Jiexuan's person and knew a little about his affairs.

"Perhaps... probably... can." Zhao Jiexuan was uncertain.

"Perhaps?" Lin Jianyue was stunned. She rarely saw such an uncertain posture on Zhao Jiexuan.

"Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul has a problem..."

Zhao Jiexuan murmured softly. He raised his head, looking at the wall in front of him through the dim candlelight, his expression solemn.

Lin Jianyue looked over and finally discovered that an ancient painting was offered on the wall. The scroll was ancient, and it was eight figures lifting a coffin.

"Eight Kings Lifting a Coffin... Eight Kings Lifting a Coffin... the incense here is broken..."

Zhao Jiexuan took out a flashlight and took a step forward, seemingly wanting to get closer to the ancient painting and see it more clearly.

"What is this?" Lin Jianyue followed and could not help but ask.

"Eight Kings Lifting a Coffin... I have been looking for it for many years..." Zhao Jiexuan murmured softly.

His fingertips touched the scroll. He did not know what kind of skin was used to paint this scroll. After so many years, it actually still had a warm and delicate touch.

Lin Jianyue looked at Zhao Jiexuan's obsessed expression and could not help but observe the ancient painting in front of her carefully.

The eight figures on the scroll appeared extremely uncoordinated in proportion under the reflection of the wide robes. Such exaggerated techniques did not seem to depict humans. They had many clothing details, but it was impossible to tell what era they were from. Each person held a vessel in their hand—there were swords, seals, tripods...

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Lin Jianyue's gaze suddenly fell on one of the figures. His body had a very special detail, with five strands of Qi following behind him, each with a different form—some were sharp like gold, some were prosperous like fire, some were flowing like water... they were the images of the Five Elements, intertwined with each other...

The person's hand was holding a precious horn.

"This..."

Lin Jianyue's expression changed slightly, and she could not help but be moved. A very special charm actually came through the painting from that figure, but this charm she had once perceived in the Wu Wei Gate, and the two were extremely similar, even exactly the same.

"Five Elements Wrong King!?"

Lin Jianyue's gaze trembled. The charm of that strange figure was actually of the same origin as the Shen Dragon.

"Zhao Jiexuan..."

Lin Jianyue whispered softly, subconsciously turning her head to look. Suddenly, her gaze condensed into a line, and she saw Zhao Jiexuan's spirit seemed to be sucked into the painting, and a strange fluctuation was transmitted from him, actually resonating with one of the figures in the painting.

In front of her, this ancient painting seemed to come alive. Eight Kings Lifting a Coffin—one of the figures seemed to be moving. Behind him, there was black and white intertwined, like the night and the day, like the supreme god and demon.

"Divine Demon Sacred Fetus!?" Lin Jianyue exclaimed.

"Where exactly is this seal now?"

Zhao Jiexuan's gaze was deep, staring fixedly at that figure. Behind him, there was not only black and white intertwined, but he was also holding a large seal in his palm.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, a violent fluctuation actually came from outside the door, like a mountain collapsing, like heavenly thunder shaking, vast and unheard, majestic and unclimable.

"You came really fast." Zhao Jiexuan's gaze condensed into a line, turning to look.

"Zhao Jiexuan, you can really run. Ten Thousand Mountains, like a rat scurrying. With your skills, why not join the Wu Wei Gate and fight for the Zi Rat position?"

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from outside the temple, spreading to the sky, shaking the rock walls.

"Fight your mother. Let me sit in your father's position, and I might consider it. Go back and ask your mother if she is willing to remarry."

As the words fell, a thunderbolt shook, tearing through the firmament, carrying deep anger.

"Zhao Jiexuan, come out."

Just at this moment, another slow voice sounded, but it overwhelmed the thunder that shook heaven and earth.

"Li Changgeng, you are truly shameless, actually colluding with the people of North Zhang to ambush me," Zhao Jiexuan said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jianyue's expression changed drastically. She finally knew why Zhao Jiexuan had suffered such heavy injuries.

Li Changgeng is the successor of the Bai He Temple; if he cannot be killed, there will naturally be endless future troubles.

That day, at the Prisoner Immortal Temple battle, he had not been executed, but the tiger had been released to the mountain. Now, the other party had finally come to settle the score.

"That day, you took advantage of me when I was still in the calamity, calculating step by step, setting up a killing trap. Speaking of shamelessness, you and I are only on par."

Li Changgeng's voice came from outside the temple, calm and without the slightest ripple or fluctuation.

Life and death grievances, in his eyes, were just to be treated calmly.

Zhao Jiexuan heard this, but snorted coldly without a word.

The Nine Great Inner Elixir Arts all have their trials. The one Li Changgeng practices is 【Heaven and Earth Fortune Seizing】; every once in a while, he must self-slay, otherwise, Heaven will come to punish and Earth will come to kill. That day, the battle at the Imprisoned Immortal Temple was just when Li Changgeng had finished self-slaying and was at his weakest.

"Take advantage of your illness to take your life—don't you understand this principle?" Zhao Jiexuan said indifferently. 【266-7

"Now, using their own way to treat them."

Boom—

Thunder rumbled, a bolt of lightning tore through the firmament, illuminating the figures standing far and wide outside the temple.

"Zhao Jiexuan, I won't bully you either. A fair fight; win against me, and you can leave."

Li Changgeng's voice came inside.

"Fight!" Zhao Jiexuan let out a sharp shout, heroic and surging. Although he was heavily injured, he possessed the aura of one man holding the pass, ten thousand unable to open it.

"You are injured, how can you fight?" Lin Jianyue said worriedly.

"Fight my ass, run!" Zhao Jiexuan lowered his voice and said.

No errors, first release, internal content, look at it at a glance!

Boom—

Before the words fell, a wave of mystical fluctuations came overwhelming the sky, severing the path of Heaven and Earth, cutting off the route of mountains and rivers. The surrounding aura seemed to be seized in an instant. This temple became a lonely, isolated temple; it did not connect to Heaven above, nor did it touch the Earth below, cut off front and back, with no path to life left.

"【Heaven and Earth Fortune Seizing】!?" Zhao Jiexuan's expression was solemn. With the strength of his soul-aspect, he could not break through this temple to find a path to survival.

"In the end, you have only a dead end."

Outside the temple, that towering figure slowly stepped into the gate, with powerful auras following closely behind.

The dragons have all arrived, and Heaven and Earth are filled with a murderous aura.

This place is destined to be stained with blood.

"Hehe, Li Changgeng, you've blinded your dog eyes. You don't even look at what place this is. You think I came here to die, but actually, I came here to dig a grave," Zhao Jiexuan grinned.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, one of the figures shouted in alarm.

Boom—

Everyone looked up and saw that there was actually a huge hexagram engraved on the dome of the bronze temple.

"The Hexagram of Confinement!"

Upper Lake, Lower Water, is the Hexagram of Confinement among the sixty-four hexagrams.

Lake Water Confinement: water is below the lake, there is no water in the lake, dried up and withered, vitality is cut off, leading to being trapped and unable to grow.

This is a hexagram of great misfortune!

"Divine Hexagram Zhang Tiansheng... This is the hexagram he left behind!?" One of the figures shouted in shock. As a disciple of North Zhang, he had naturally heard of that man's fierce reputation.

Boom—

In an instant, a strange fluctuation spread throughout the entire temple. Everyone's expression became dazed, and they actually saw their soul-aspect's external scenery sprout. In the great lake, water vapor dissipated, suddenly becoming an abyss, as if it were a giant bowl, trapping them all here.

Bang, bang, bang...

Following that, eight giant stones fell from different directions, actually intending to completely block this temple, isolating it from the world of the living from then on.

"World-Separating Stones, this is to trap us to death here," one of the voices shouted.

"You go! There is still one path to life!" Zhao Jiexuan gritted his teeth and said.

"We go together," Lin Jianyue said urgently.

"If I leave, this hexagram will be hard to sustain."

Zhao Jiexuan waved his hand, and a small hole actually appeared in the wall behind Lin Jianyue.

Boom—

Just at this moment, a torrent of lightning surged over. Zhao Jiexuan stood out, black and white Qi boiling around his body, resisting most of the lightning. The terrifying aftermath was like the sea overturning, actually blasting Lin Jianyue away.

"Go, this is my great trial, no one can help me," Zhao Jiexuan said in a deep voice.

"Go find Zhang Fan, let him come and kill."

Cold light flickered in layers within Zhao Jiexuan's eyes.

There was no more blood on Lin Jianyue's face. She clutched her chest and, like a rabbit, drilled out from that small hole.

Boom—

The giant stones fell, chaotic and messy, submerging everything. The once ancient temple turned into ruins in an instant.

Annan City, High-Speed Railway Station.

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle had stayed at the Ping'an Villa for three days, and there seemed to be no movement from the Qiyun Mountain side either.

The Huizhou Province Dao Alliance also did not come to inquire about the situation; everything seemed to have settled.

Zhang Fan heard that the Qin family was finished, overturned in one night, no longer possessing the glory of a former Xuan Sect family or the bloodline of a Celestial Master. Those sect members and disciples scattered like birds and beasts, which could be considered preserving a sliver of incense.

"The matter here is finished, be well-behaved after you go back," Yu Hua came to see them off and exhorted.

Although Qiyun Mountain no longer pursued the matter, that was because of the tacit understanding between Mo Ranchen and Xu Xuanguan.

However, Song Yunqi and Ji Huanshan were, after all, people from the Supernatural Association, belonging to the Dao Alliance General Headquarters. Their deaths would not be settled so silently.

"Returning to Yujing City, there might still be people coming to investigate."

"So annoying, is it ever going to end?" Fang Changle complained.

"Annoying? They are truly dead," Yu Hua glared at him.

"Senior Brother, why aren't you going back with us?" Fang Changle laughed dryly, changing the subject.

"I still have matters unfinished in Huizhou Province."

"It's getting late, you should enter the station and board the train."

As he spoke, Yu Hua said goodbye to the two.

"Senior Brother Yu Hua, we'll see you in Yujing." Zhang Fan greeted him.

"Did you make contact?"

After boarding the train, Fang Changle saw Zhang Fan staring at his phone and couldn't help but ask.

Ever since leaving Liaoya Mountain that day, Zhang Fan had tried to contact Zhang Wang. After all, with such a big thing happening to the Qin family, he didn't want this brother Zhang Wang to be implicated.

However, he had been unable to contact the other party.

"Still can't reach him, could something have happened?" Zhang Fan frowned and said.

"Didn't he contract a Daoist temple in the suburbs? I'll entrust someone to go take a look later," Fang Changle thought for a moment and said.

"That's all we can do." Zhang Fan nodded.

Just at this moment, the train started. Zhang Fan looked at the scenery gradually receding outside the window and let out a long breath. Having been away for so long, he was finally going back.

"Daddy's daddy is a monster, Daddy's mommy is a monster..."

A pleasant and melodious mobile phone ringtone sounded, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back. He looked down and saw the caller ID:

Li Yishan!!

(End of chapter)