Chapter 162: 226. Song Cheng Arrives, Dao Companions Meet Again, A Touch of Color Reappears in the World (4.4K Words - Subscriptions

Changsheng Villa, the four characters hung high in mid-air, red as fresh blood, brilliantly eye-piercing; merely gazing at them would cause emotional fluctuations, and the evil within was like water in a boiling pot, surging and vibrant, connecting to various realms above, chilling one to the bone.

The powerhouses at the Palace Master level of the Human Saint Hall watched one after another, their expressions grave.

Jing Shifei suddenly said: "Even if a Xuan Realm expert of the human world saw these characters, they would go straight mad; this villa is permeated with strangeness."

Shi Feng looked at her with a smiling face and said: "Palace Master Jing, the Red Pagoda Visualization Method is right inside; if you want it, you can only go in and take it. However, if you are willing, there is actually another way."

His expression carried a hint of inexplicable lewdness.

In an instant, everyone understood.

What Shi Feng spoke of was naturally the deep contact through "Double Cultivation," conveying thoughts to one another. Like this... day after day, year after year, there indeed existed the possibility of completely passing on a cultivation technique.

It was just that Shi Feng and Jing Shifei were long past what they once were; how could it be like this? Such rhetoric was already a complete humiliation.

The words had barely fallen when a white shadow arrived in an instant! Slap! A heavy sound exploded.

Shi Feng only felt a pain in his cheek, his entire person was slapped flying, and then he fell to the ground, revealing a look of disbelief.

He... actually experienced the sensation of pain?

After becoming a Lost Spirit, he was actually a "dead person."

Where would a "dead person" still have any sensation of pain? But he was truly and certainly in pain, very painful.

Shi Feng looked in the direction of the white shadow in astonishment, only to see a beautiful woman with an ethereal, fairy-like aura, her whole body carrying a misty air; that was none other than the Chan Palace Master Long Xueling, and also one of the only two existences in the current Human Saint Hall who had surpassed the True Spirit Realm.

Long Xueling looked down from a high position at Shi Feng, who had fallen to the ground, and said coldly: "Returned home, confident that you can put us to death, so you couldn't wait to start humiliating Palace Master Jing?"

Shi Feng clutched his cheek and said: "Believe it or not, anyway, Huang Taixuan doesn't have much time left."

Long Xueling turned her head to look at Zhang Daolu, gave a subtle wink, and said: "Dao Brother, I have seen too many people like this; he must be harboring evil intentions, so there is no need to believe him. Based on our discoveries in the Yin-Yang Illusion Realm, it is not impossible to blaze a new path."

Zhang Daolu stroked his beard and said: "What Dragon Sister says is reasonable; this villa is so evil, it is best not to enter if we can avoid it."

Having said that, he smiled faintly and was about to turn around.

Shi Feng was completely dumbfounded, raised his hand to grasp at the air, and then said in astonishment: "No... now that you've come..."

Zhang Daolu smiled: "We really must thank you for letting us discover this evil villa, but we do not intend to force our way inside."

Shi Feng said anxiously: "A dignified Palace Master of the LonghuChiyangCourt also has times when he is afraid?!"

Zhang Daolu smiled faintly, unconcerned, and then muttered: "However, now that we've come, if we return without doing something, it is indeed a bit wrong."

He turned his head to look at Cunjin Palace Master Jin Jumang and said: "Fellow Daoist Jin, Shi Feng was captured by you; why not let you take action and execute him before this Changsheng Villa? Since this villa is his old home, if he dies, there will naturally be someone in the villa to come and save him."

Just right, we can also see what will happen if a Lost Spirit like Shi Feng dies one more time.

To die once is to be a Ghost.

To live once is to be a Capital Scholar.

To die again, having suffered the Jiqi Qi, is to be a Lost Spirit.

Jin Jumang strode forward, his silhouette sturdy, his gaze sharp, and with a flick of his right hand, he shook out a long spear transformed from Taiyin Qi.

Shi Feng looked at this sudden change in horror, his eyes splitting, but just at this moment, he suddenly cleared something up and said sharply: "Kill me, and you will never obtain the Red Pagoda Visualization Method, and you will never think of entering this villa either!"

Everyone remained silent, and Jin Jumang approached step by step.

Shi Feng roared: "Never think of it!"

Jin Jumang raised the spear and thrust it out.

Shi Feng raised his hands to block.

However, the spear did not pierce through him, but stopped in front of his forehead.

Everyone stared intently in the direction of Changsheng Villa; it was incomparably silent there, without any movement.

Jin Jumang's voice broke the calm: "Where are your accomplices?"

Shi Feng was dazed for a long while, then suddenly said frantically: "Kill me, kill me! Aren't you going to kill me? Kill me!"

Old age brings wisdom; at this moment, he suddenly realized that the people before him were only testing him.

The Red Pagoda Visualization Method was also already incomparably urgent for them.

Because if the aging problem of the Mountain and River Lord was not solved, and a new path was not discovered, the hope of the human race would be completely buried.

Zhang Daolu frowned slightly, staring at the eerie Changsheng Villa in the distance.

Enter, or not enter?

Hesitation arose in his heart.

After a long time, he said: "Fellow Daoists, let us linger outside this Changsheng Villa for a few months and see what happens, how about that?"

Everyone agreed, and then they escorted Shi Feng and camped outside.

Immediately following, everyone carried out various experiments on this villa.

They tried calling out, communicating in the name of "trade," but no one responded.

They tried attacking the villa walls from the outside, yet every time the Mountain and River Seal attacked, it lost all Yin Qi and only Yang Qi remained. When the Yang Qi struck that blood-red wall, the wall would expand in layers like ripples, but then it would immediately return to its original state.

They even used secret arts to drive the evil ghosts of the Reappearance World here, letting the evil ghosts enter the villa; however, as soon as the evil ghosts entered the main gate, they were like a wisp of dust, vanishing into thin air.

Zhang Daolu became increasingly grave, but time was pressing; if there was still no result after many experiments, then... he could only enter it.

To reach such a realm, one relies not only on caution but also on courage.

When one should wait, one waits; when one should enter... one will not retreat.

This villa was indeed evil, but he, Zhang, was not necessarily afraid.

Jing Shifei looked up at the soaring Red Qi; the Red Qi had clearly seeped into the surface of this world and entered the human world. She looked at the imprisoned Shi Feng and asked: "Why has the Red Qi intensified?"

Shi Feng glanced at her and only said: "Fei'er, do you still not understand?"

My Lord is about to arrive; all of this is merely a sign of His impending arrival. When the dragon is about to move, the clouds dance first; before the tiger arrives, the wind already stirs.

You don't trust me now, that's fine.

But... as long as you become like me, then we can continue our former bond.

When you and I become Dao companions again, you will naturally understand."

Jing Shifei cast a cold, downward glance at him and paced away.

Shi Feng had originally had no interest in Jing Shifei, but having been ambushed and captured by her this time, a strange, inexplicable fire naturally rose in his heart; now, he naturally thought that if they were to become Dao companions again, he would vent this fire thoroughly upon Jing Shifei.

After Jing Shifei left, she felt worried about the descendants of Song Cheng's mortal wife and children, so she summoned Lian Chanxi, explained that there might be a great upheaval in the mortal realm, and asked her to go and help, only returning after finishing these tasks.

The mortal realm.

In a canyon, the Ascetic Cavalry, who had been pursuing Yu Xiansheng for over a month, confronted another cavalry unit that had turned against them.

That cavalry unit had been personally created by An Chenyu, and those within it had mostly received her kindness; seeing their benefactor being inexplicably "discarded once the task is done," they were naturally incomparably furious.

It is worth mentioning that An Chenyu knew the "Medicine Man Method" could not last long—it could cure for a time, but not for eternity—so when she danced with long sleeves in the mortal realm again, she did not use these methods.

At this moment, the Ascetic Cavalry was blocked, and she drove the carriage to continue on her way.

As she was walking, she suddenly saw the mountain wilderness filled with killing intent; even the knee-high grass could not hide it, as assassins poked their heads out from beneath the long grass, their scabbards clicking slightly, their blades flashing with blinding, cold light.

In an instant, there were ambushes on all four sides!

An Linyuan's eyes had slowly turned sharp, intending to fight to the death, but upon seeing the lead assassin, she suddenly smiled and called out: "Xiao Erzi, do you want to make a move?"

The lead assassin in the distance heard the call, was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Who are you?"

An Linyuan took off her human-skin mask.

The assassin took one look, froze for a long time, and then blurted out: "Big Sister! How could it be you, Big Sister!! This is like the floodwaters washing away the Dragon King's temple—a case of friends failing to recognize each other!"

Having said that, the lead assassin pressed his hands down repeatedly and said: "Stop, stop!"

Immediately, the lead assassin stepped forward and explained the reason: The Chu Emperor had spent a large sum of money to have them assassinate Yu Xiansheng, and since they were originally from the Yin Gui Society, they naturally had no love for Yu Xiansheng, who was colluding with the White Lotus Sect, so they had accepted the mission.

But he had not expected that, upon surrounding them this time, he would discover that Yu Xiansheng's driver was Big Sister.

The lead assassin looked at the carriage with suspicion and uncertainty. He knew that Yu Xiansheng was sitting inside the carriage, but who was Yu Xiansheng? The carriage curtain was lifted, and a man's voice came from within.

"Let him come in."

An Linyuan beckoned and said: "Xiao Erzi, come."

The lead assassin immediately stepped forward; he himself had been saved by Big Sister, and later, it was thanks to Big Sister's blessing that he was able to be taught peerless martial arts—this was closer than family.

Furthermore, he already had a faint guess in his heart at this moment.

He leaped onto the carriage and landed in the driver's seat; An Linyuan lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a man and a woman inside.

The woman was the White Lotus demoness.

The man, however, was gentle and refined.

And this gentle and refined man suddenly wiped his face, revealing the cold and beautiful face of a mature woman.

The assassin leader's knees went weak, his pupils turned red instantly, and he shouted in astonishment and excitement: "Old... Old... Master..."

Even Yi Lian looked in astonishment at the world-renowned Yu Xiansheng beside her; just by hearing this form of address, she also faintly guessed Yu Xiansheng's true identity.

"You... you are the Heavenly Venerable..."

The two characters "Heavenly Venerable" were a title in the jianghu.

At that time, the Yin Gui Society had eyes and ears everywhere and could do anything, so that mysterious leader was called the "Heavenly Venerable."

An Chenyu nodded, then looked at the assassin leader and said: "I intended to stand aside and watch the clouds, letting the mortal realm take its own course, but I did not expect that a new dynasty would be built only for chaos to rise again."

She sighed softly and said: "Sikou Jian, gather your men and come with me to the Imperial Capital; I want to ask the Chu Emperor why he wants to kill me with such tireless effort?"

Ordinary people only say "discarded once the task is done," but she knew it was not that.

She wanted to understand where the problem lay.

The assassin leader saw that the Old Master could actually still call his name, and said with uncontrollable excitement: "Yes, yes, yes, I will go now, I will go now! If the brothers know that the Old Master has returned, they will definitely be happy to the point of madness!"

He laughed and jumped as he left.

Yi Lian looked at An Chenyu with a complex expression; she only felt that this woman was truly unfathomable and terrifyingly powerful.

The assassins dispersed, and the carriage turned around and traveled several miles, but then they heard the sound of a flute drifting on the wind.

This sound was not common; it seemed to be some kind of exotic melody.

With the changes in faith and the proliferation of sects, in these last hundred years, the original "Great Shang Dynasty, Wanling Empire, and Molten Empire" had developed a great many local customs, and even gang customs.

Yi Lian said solemnly: "It is someone from the Xiji Sect."

As her voice fell, the person playing the flute in the distance slowly stood up.

Red gauze covered her body, exposing her navel, her skin whiter than snow.

Her waist was slender and delicate, too thin to be grasped... Above her beautiful head, red gauze also covered her face, and a pair of eyes with curved, smiling intent revealed a bewitching charm.

The red-gauzed woman put away her flute, and with a movement of her figure, she crossed space and arrived at the driver's seat; An Linyuan's whole body instantly froze, unable to move, as if all space had been locked down, and even her Soul could not move.

The red-gauzed woman said indifferently: "Xiao An, you still remember me, right?"

An Chenyu hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "Greetings, Divine Maiden."

The red-gauzed woman said indifferently: "For the next period of time, no matter where you go, I will accompany you for a while."

In front of Changsheng Villa.

After testing several times, the group truly could not discover any problems.

"Then let's go in and take a look," said Zhang Daolu. "If the human race's destiny ends here, then that is fate."

He was high in fighting spirit and said: "Xueling."

As his voice fell, the Master of Chan Palace transformed into a wisp of ink and merged into his body, seeming to solidify with him, and Zhang Daolu's body also became as if solidified, revealing an indescribable mystery.

Long Xueling had entered the world of the two of them, and because of this "one outside, one inside," they could move the power of the world.

Jing Shifei looked at the two of them with envy.

Zhang Daolu grabbed Shi Feng, looked at the people behind him, and said: "Fellow Daoists, be careful."

The group nodded; they had also made their preparations.

Delaying—it was impossible to delay any longer.

There were some risks that simply had to be taken.

Moreover, looking at Shi Feng's cowardly appearance, they also vaguely felt that "if there really were a trap inside, Shi Feng would also know his own fate," so no matter from what angle one looked at it, this Changsheng Villa was worth entering to explore.

Then let's go in!

If we encounter danger, then we shall resolve the danger.

Everyone was a veteran of a hundred battles; placed in the mortal world, they would all be deities. If a real battle were to break out, who among them lacked confidence?

Zhang Daolu looked at Shi Feng and said coldly, "If anything is amiss, I will kill you at the first opportunity."

But if the facts prove that the path you spoke of is indeed effective, then perhaps we may even become fellow Daoists in the future.

Do not... lead yourself astray."

Shi Feng smiled and said, "Rest assured, I still wish to rekindle my relationship with Feier."

At this point, he also knew that this group would not kill him for the time being, so his speech became bolder.

Jing Shifei gave him a cold look, yet she did not flare up; this was not the time for an outburst, so she could only endure it for now.

Just as the group was about to enter this Changsheng Villa, at this very moment, an indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly surged to the heavens and shattered the earth.

The ink-wash phantom images of trees, mountains, rocks, and water in the Reappearance World, as if pulled by some unspeakable gravitational force, actually displayed layers of distortion, and after the distortion, a figure appeared extremely abruptly before the group.

The group looked at that person in utter astonishment.

That was a... colorful person.

It was a youth wearing a profound robe, with slightly yellowish skin, black pupils, and black hair.

But, this is the Reappearance World; it is already remarkable for there to be three colors—black, white, and red—here. How could anyone possibly appear here looking just as they do in the human world?

"Xuanqing Palace Master" Dao Lingkun said in astonishment, "Song Cheng?"

The person who arrived was indeed Song Cheng.

He did not appear after the group had finished exploring Changsheng Villa, nor did he appear when the group was trapped in a great crisis within Changsheng Villa; he came immediately after he finished his cultivation.

Now, he had already absorbed enough Small Taiyin and Small Sun within his own small world, thereby constructing the "Small Taiyin Small Sun." The two rotated, and the energy generated could supply the operation of the small world, making him no longer feel hunger.

His combat power also leaped from the original "30869~48075" to become "37043~57690."

As of now, he should have already stood completely at the very peak of "Earth Grade Grade A."

Hearing Dao Lingkun's question, Song Cheng swept a glance at the existence with the highest data here.

That was a man with the bearing of an immortal, his temples slightly graying: 26600~39200.

He nodded slightly.

This should be Zhang Daolu.

His strength is not bad.

Immediately, he looked at Jing Shifei again, his figure flashed, and he stepped forward, pulling the beautiful woman's delicate body into his embrace, and said softly, "I am late."

The usually cold Mirror Palace Master was now nestled in his arms like a little bird, revealing a relaxed smile.

Beside them, Shi Feng suddenly shouted sharply, "Who is he?!"

However, Jing Shifei ignored him, only obediently telling Song Cheng about the things that had happened over these past few days.

Whispering in each other's ears, affectionate and intimate, with true feelings and sincerity, as if no one else were around.

(End of this chapter)