Chapter 105: The Eccentric Chan Sect; The Witty Taiwei Yuan Huang

"Zhenren Yuding?"

"Yes! Zhenren Yuding of the Chan Sect!"

As the Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing spoke, he changed his appearance right in front of Wang Chuan.

His face became solemn and serious, sporting a beard, with his long black hair secured by a silver Daoist crown. He wore a soap-colored Eight Trigrams sash, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the dangling silk tassels added a sense of ethereal grace.

"Look, this is the secret manual of my Chan Sect!"

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing reached out, and a brilliant silver light flashed. A scroll hovered in mid-air, and as it unfurled, it was inscribed with Heavenly Script, symbolizing the supreme mysteries of the origin of all laws and the source of all Daos.

"And my Daoist field, which is the universe that imprisoned me."

No sooner had the Flying Demon finished speaking than the sound of gurgling clear springs reached Wang Chuan's ears. A moment later, countless golden rays of light illuminated the heavens.

Wang Chuan looked over to see a vast Yuan Dong Tian hidden within the boundless golden glow.

"Universe No. 1, Grade Bing?"

Primordial Daoist characters were inscribed in the void, revealing the origin of this Yuan Dong Tian.

"Ah, I forgot to change that."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing waved his hand, and the six brilliant Primordial Daoist characters were immediately replaced: Golden Glow Cave of Mount Yuquan!

"This will be my Daoist field from now on."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing laughed: "In a few days, I will choose a good spot in the Yang Realm and relocate the Daoist field."

"You are welcome to visit in the future, Fellow Daoist."

"Sounds good!" Wang Chuan agreed readily; he could find an opportunity to go out and play on his own!

"What is your Cave-Suppressing Divine Weapon?" Wang Chuan looked toward the Golden Glow Yuan Dong Tian.

"You mean that set of torture instruments? Wait a moment, I need to prepare."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing wiped the torture instruments that had been used on him, then employed a common method of Great Luo Dao Lords—distorting reality with consciousness—to forcibly change the essence and appearance of the instruments, fixing them into the shape of an immortal sword.

"Golden Glow Yuan Dong Tian's Cave-Suppressing Divine Weapon—Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

"I remember the Sect Master mentioned this name; it shouldn't be a problem to borrow it."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing chuckled as he displayed the divine weapon to Wang Chuan.

"This sword of yours has such heavy killing intent!" Wang Chuan took one look and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with endless killing intent condensed—terrifying beyond measure.

"It's normal for the killing intent to be heavy; it was a torture instrument in Hell, after all."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing laughed: "I was suppressed in the Tai Sha Tian Palace before, and this killing weapon gave me no shortage of suffering."

"The monstrous killing intent you see is what was forged from killing me all these years."

"The scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood—the mountain of corpses is me, and the sea of blood is also me. Of course, it's terrifying."

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing used the most cheerful tone to recount the bloodiest story:

"This Immortal-Slaying Sword has been with me day and night, grinding against my flesh and blood, battling my true spirit. Over the long years, we have become inseparable."

"Now that I control it, to a certain extent, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it my life-bound spiritual treasure. It is very handy to use."

Looking at the Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing, who had red lips and white teeth, a face full of smiles, and who frequently expressed joy toward the Immortal-Slaying Sword that had killed him,

Wang Chuan didn't know what to say for a moment.

He always felt that the Sect Master's Chan Sect was a bit strange.

These disciples were also eccentric.

Then again, if they weren't eccentric, this group of prisoners wouldn't have chosen a prison as their Great Sect's holy artifact, treated a cell as a Yuan Dong Tian, and used torture instruments as divine weapons.

Wang Chuan had thought they were joking, but he hadn't expected the Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing to actually do it today.

This feeling of being both reasonable and eccentric was truly marvelous.

"Let's go, let's go see Sister Meng together."

"Since the Sect Master is not in the Netherworld right now, you are right to come find Sister Meng."

Wang Chuan led the Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing into the depths of the Dream Realm.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing's expression was solemn.

"No need for such formalities, Fellow Daoist."

Meng Wu You handed him a large seal.

This seal had been prepared early on; it was one of the Ten Yan Luo seals—the King Dushi Seal!

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing was overjoyed at the sight.

He had already learned of the Netherworld's structure from the Senior Martial Brother Guang Cheng 【Li Lun】. With this Yan Luo seal, his path as a ghost god would become increasingly bright!

"Many thanks, Your Excellency!"

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing accepted the King Dushi Seal, which also contained a palace.

Inside the palace was a set of spiritual treasures—a set of imperial robes, a king's sword, a jade tablet, and a flat-topped black crown. Needless to say, this was the formal attire for working in the Underworld.

In the Underworld, he was the Master of the Ninth Hall, King Dushi.

In the Yang Realm, he was the Master of Mount Yuquan, Zhenren Yuding.

This is what you call blooming in both Yin and Yang!

"Once the thought of becoming a ghost arises, the world suddenly feels vast!"

The Flying Demon Feimoyanqing Feimoyanqing Zhenjun Mo Yanqing was very fortunate that he had seized this opportunity, so he didn't have to be like that group of outer disciples in the Tai Sha Tian Palace who were still being contained!

(Containment Objects: Stop insulting us!)

Tiannan, Immortal Volcano.

A hundred birds paid homage to the Phoenix, and ten thousand gods gathered.

Before the Phoenix Terrace, the ancestors and elders of the Phoenix Clan were all present, which made Taiwei Yuan Huang very regretful.

"You guys should have resisted the order; otherwise, how can I take a vacation in the future?" She muttered softly.

But which of the Primordial Great Gods present didn't observe the affairs of the Three Realms and listen to the winds of the Eight Extremes?

Such a "small" voice falling into the ears of the gods was simply like a thunderclap.

At this moment, the eyes of all the ancestors and elders went black.

Clan Leader, can you please not say your inner thoughts out loud!

"The Clan Leader is truly reliable in her unreliability, to the point where one has nothing to say."

The group of clan elders all shook their heads, secretly rejoicing.

"I knew it would be like this, it's good that I came back!"

Di Jun, who had transformed into a Xuan Bird, sighed while holding his forehead: "The opening is already so unprofessional, can this meeting even continue properly?"

"Alright, let's start the meeting!"

Taiwei Yuan Huang sat high at the head, with the clan elders on both sides in order.

"Since this development assembly is about discussing development, let's first understand our opponents."

Taiwei Yuan Huang asked the left side: "What is the Dragon Clan doing?"

"They are building a Main God Hall, claiming that 'in the myriad worlds, all living beings are like dragons'." The voice of the 【Qingluan Ancestor】 Qing Luo was soft and gentle, making people feel at ease.

She briefly explained the Dragon Clan's plan to everyone.

After hearing this, the clan elders, regardless of whether they knew beforehand, all put on an expression of sudden realization.

"What is the Metal Qilin Clan doing?" Taiwei Yuan Huang asked the right side.

Zhu Que immediately replied, with a resounding voice: "The Metal Qilin Clan has recently been working on a Yuan Dong Tian and Blessed Land plan, and it is in full swing."

Zhu Que concisely explained everything she knew to everyone.

Taiwei Yuan Huang was thoughtful after listening.

She asked: "Then, what plans do we have?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Phoenix Terrace fell silent.

The entire Mystical Realm was deathly quiet.

Taiwei Yuan Huang got angry first.

She slapped the armrest and scolded: "A Phoenix Clan as large as this, and you can't come up with a matching plan?"

"What are you all doing for a living!"

The group of ancestors and elders looked at each other in silence.

Everyone tacitly looked at Taiwei Yuan Huang.

The meaning was, what kind of Phoenix Clan we are, you, the Clan Leader, should have known clearly for a long time, right?

Of course I know, but you guys are too lazy... Taiwei Yuan Huang looked at both sides calmly, and seeing that everyone was silent, she coughed lightly: "Since everyone has no plan, that's easy to handle."

"I'll say one."

Taiwei Yuan Huang said slowly: "Since they have plans and we don't, then we will use their plans to design our own."

"Therefore, my plan is—fanning the flames!"

Taiwei Yuan Huang said excitedly: "Zhu Que, take people to pretend to be the Dragon Clan and go destroy the Metal Qilin Clan's plan."

"Qingluan, take people to pretend to be the Metal Qilin Clan and go destroy the Dragon Clan's plan."

"Destroy both sides' plans, and then no one will have a plan. Then they will fight among themselves!"

"How about it, is this plan witty?"

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