Chapter 105: Absurd Chan Sect; Clever Yuan Huang

“Yu Ding Zhenren?”

“Yes! Yu Ding Zhenren of the Chan Sect!”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun spoke, and before Wang Chuan’s eyes, he transformed his form entirely.

His face was solemn and dignified, with a beard, his long black hair tied back by a silver Dao crown; he wore a black eight-trigram silk robe with wide sleeves that fluttered in the wind, and silk tassels hung down, adding an ethereal grace.

“Look, this is my Chan Sect’s secret scripture!”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun extended his hand; brilliant silver light flashed, and a scroll floated in midair. As it unfurled, it bore celestial script, symbolizing the supreme mystery—the origin of all laws, the source of all Dao.

“And my Daoist sanctuary—the universe that imprisons me.”

No sooner had Fei Mo spoken than the gentle sound of a clear spring flowed into Wang Chuan’s ears. Moments later, countless golden auroras shimmered across the heavens.

Wang Chuan looked—and saw a vast Dongtian hidden within boundless golden radiance.

“Provisional Universe Bing-1?”

Primordial Dao characters were engraved in the void, revealing the origin of this Dongtian.

“Ah, I forgot to update that.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun waved his hand, and six radiant Primordial Dao characters instantly changed: Jade Spring Mountain, Golden Radiance Cave!

“This shall be my Daoist sanctuary from now on.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun smiled: “In a while, I’ll pick a good spot in the Yang world and relocate my sanctuary there.”

“You’re welcome to visit anytime, Dao friend.”

“Great!” Wang Chuan agreed eagerly—he could finally find a chance to go out and explore himself!

“What’s your sacred weapon for guarding your sanctuary?” Wang Chuan glanced at the Golden Radiance Dongtian.

“You mean those torture instruments? Wait a moment—I need to prepare.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun wiped the instruments used to punish him, then employed the common method of Taiyi Dao Master—twisting reality with consciousness—to forcibly alter the instruments’ essence and appearance, shaping them into the form of a celestial sword.

“Sacred Weapon of the Golden Radiance Dongtian—Zhan Xian Sword!”

“I recall the Sect Master mentioned this name. Borrowing it should be fine.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun grinned and displayed the sacred weapon to Wang Chuan.

“Your sword carries overwhelming killing intent!” Wang Chuan saw at a glance: mountains of corpses, seas of blood, boundless murderous energy coalesced—terrifying beyond measure.

“Heavy killing intent is normal—it was a torture instrument from the Underworld, after all.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun chuckled: “When I was imprisoned in Tai Sha Heavenly Palace, this killing instrument made me suffer greatly.”

“The overwhelming killing intent you see? That’s the result of all the times they tried to kill me over the years.”

“Those scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? The mountains are me, the seas are me—of course they’re terrifying.”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun recounted the bloodiest tale in the happiest tone:

“This Zhan Xian Sword has been with me day and night, worn into my flesh and blood, clashed with my true spirit—over countless eons, we became inseparable.”

“Now that I control it, in a sense, calling it my Lifespirit Treasure isn’t an exaggeration—it’s perfectly attuned to me.”

Watching Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun—lips red, teeth white, smiling broadly, expressing delight toward the very sword that had killed him—

Wang Chuan was at a loss for words.

He always felt the Sect Master’s Chan Sect was a bit odd.

These disciples were utterly absurd.

Of course—they wouldn’t be so absurd if they weren’t. Otherwise, why would these prisoners choose a prison as their sect’s sacred artifact, turn their cells into Daoist caves, and treat torture instruments as sacred weapons?

Wang Chuan had thought they were joking—but now, Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun had actually done it.

This feeling—reasonable yet absurd—was truly strange.

“Come, let’s go see Dream Sister.”

“The Sect Master isn’t in the Underworld right now—you’ve come to the right place to find Dream Sister.”

Wang Chuan led Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun deep into the Dream Realm.

“I pay my respects to Your Grace!” Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun’s expression was solemn.

“Dao friend, no need for such formalities.”

Meng Wu You handed him a great seal.

This seal had been prepared in advance—it was one of the Ten Yama Kings’ Seals: the City King Seal!

Upon seeing it, Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun was overjoyed.

He had already learned from his senior brother Guang Cheng [Li Lun] about the Underworld’s structure. With this Yama King Seal, his path as a ghost deity would shine ever brighter!

“Thank you, Your Grace!”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun accepted the City King Seal—and within it lay a palace.

Inside the palace stood a set of Lingbao: a dragon robe, a royal sword, a jade scepter, and a flat-topped Xuan crown. Needless to say, these were his official attire for governing the Underworld.

In the Underworld, he was the Ninth Palace’s Lord, City King.

In the Yang world, he was the Lord of Jade Spring Mountain, Yu Ding Zhenren.

This was called Yin-Yang Blossoming!

“One thought of becoming a ghost—and suddenly, heaven and earth feel vast!”

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun was immensely grateful he seized this opportunity—he no longer had to languish like the outer-disciples of Tai Sha Heavenly Palace, still under containment!

(Containment Objects: Keep insulting me!)

In the south, the Immortal Volcano.

A hundred birds pay homage to the Phoenix; myriad deities gather.

Before the Phoenix Altar, all ancestral elders of the Phoenix Clan were present—leaving Yuan Huang deeply disappointed.

“Why don’t you just defy my orders? Then I could finally take a vacation,” she muttered under her breath.

But which primordial deity here didn’t see the affairs of the Three Realms and hear the winds of the Eight Extremes?

Such a “quiet” voice reached the deities’ ears like thunder.

At that moment, every ancestral elder’s vision went black.

Clan Chief, can you please stop voicing your inner thoughts!

“The Clan Chief is truly reliable in her unreliability.”

All the elder ancestors shook their heads, secretly relieved.

“I knew it would be like this—glad I came back!”

Emperor Jun, in his Xuan Bird form, sighed and rubbed his forehead: “This opening is already so unserious—can this meeting even proceed seriously?”

“Alright, let’s begin the meeting!”

Yuan Huang sat upon the high seat, with ancestral elders seated in order on either side.

“Since this development assembly is about development, let’s first understand our rivals.”

Yuan Huang turned to the left: “What is the Dragon Clan doing?”

Qing Luo, the Phoenix Ancestral Elder, spoke softly and gently, soothing to the ear: “They’re building a Main Deity Hall, proclaiming, ‘All beings in the myriad worlds are dragons.’”

She briefly outlined the Dragon Clan’s plan.

Upon hearing it, every ancestral elder—whether previously informed or not—put on an expression of sudden understanding.

“What is the Qilin Clan doing?” Yuan Huang turned to the right.

Zhu Que replied immediately, firmly: “The Qilin Clan is currently launching a Dongtian and Fudi project—enthusiastically.”

Zhu Que concisely explained everything she knew.

Yuan Huang listened, lost in thought.

She asked: “So, what’s our plan?”

At these words, the Phoenix Altar fell silent.

The entire secret realm was deathly still.

Yuan Huang burst into anger first.

She slammed her armrest and rebuked: “With such a vast Phoenix Clan, can’t you come up with a plan worthy of it?”

“What are you all good for!”

The ancestral elders exchanged silent glances.

Everyone silently looked toward Yuan Huang.

The implication was clear: You, as Clan Chief, know full well what the Phoenix Clan is like.

I know, but you’re all too passive… Yuan Huang glanced sidelong, saw no one speaking, and cleared her throat lightly: “Since no one has a plan, it’s simple.”

“I’ll propose one.”

Yuan Huang said slowly: “They have plans; we don’t. So let’s use their plans to design ours.”

“Therefore, my plan is—stir up trouble!”

Yuan Huang spoke enthusiastically: “Zhu Que, lead a team to impersonate the Dragon Clan and sabotage the Qilin Clan’s plan.”

“Qing Luo, lead a team to impersonate the Qilin Clan and sabotage the Dragon Clan’s plan.”

“Destroy both their plans—then no one will have a plan. And they’ll end up fighting each other!”

“How’s that plan? Clever, right?”

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