Chapter 120: New Victim Hou Tu, the Defeated Youth Luo Hou

The Ling Shan Ten Shamans inspection team was called “Ten Shamans,” but only three stood before them in the Second City.

Xiang Xuanqing whispered to Xihe, “How many shaman gods came in total?”

“Five in all.”

Xihe whispered back: “The other two went with the Alliance Master (the ginseng fruit tree) to the First Qionglou to gamble on stone.”

“I see.”

Xiang Xuanqing nodded lightly, then invited Wu Pan, Wu Peng, and Wu Luo into Sanqing Dian.

“What do you gentlemen need?”

Hou Tu said: “Our Ten Shamans of Ling Shan specialize in medicinal herbs. We heard you have a alchemy immortal here—the very best in Bai Yu Jing?”

“That’s right! That’s right!”

“It’s me! I’m the number one alchemy immortal in Bai Yu Jing!”

[Alchemy Immortal] Jing Yao Shangzun, who had been selecting figurines in the Zao Hua Xiaowu, rushed over immediately and took over hosting Hou Tu from Xiang Xuanqing.

“Wu Pan, you have excellent taste!” Jing Yao Shangzun beamed, thoroughly pleased by Hou Tu’s praise.

“Every pill I produce is a masterpiece—I’ve sold pills for ages, never received a single negative review.”

“You’ve come to the right place at Sanqing Dian!”

“Come, come, let me show you our inventory.” Jing Yao Shangzun led Hou Tu to the pill section.

“This is the Wu Shang Fen Shen Pill—consume it and you can forge a body unique to Hong Huang.”

“This is the Zhou Tian Wan Xiang Pill—one pill gathers the power of all phenomena in the Zhou Tian, guaranteed to turn the tide in battle.”

“This is the Wu Shang Da Hun Pill…”

“This is the Zhou Tian Wu Dao Pill…”

“This is the Sheng Si Wu Chang Zhuan Yun Pill…”

Jing Yao Shangzun pointed to five pills, introducing each one in turn.

“Friend, I won’t hide it—these five pills are the crown jewels of Sanqing Dian.”

“Every deity who’s taken the first four has praised them!”

“The fifth pill is the bestseller in the First Qionglou of Bai Yu Jing!”

As Hou Tu listened to Jing Yao Shangzun’s descriptions and success stories, she found him remarkably professional.

“Sounds good.” Hou Tu was genuinely tempted.

“Do you have any new pills?”

“Yes, yes, yes! You’ve come at the perfect time!”

Upon hearing Hou Tu’s interest in new pills, Jing Yao Shangzun’s smile brightened further.

“I’ve just developed a new pill—Tian Di Xuan Ji · San Sheng Wan Wu · Wu Shang Zao Hua Pill!”

Upon hearing this, Hou Tu felt impressed without understanding why.

“What are its effects?”

Jing Yao Shangzun beamed as he explained: “Consume this pill, and you shall seize the mysteries of Heaven and Earth, comprehend the true essence of Wu Shang Zao Hua…”

To sell this new pill, Jing Yao Shangzun exhausted every word, lavishing extravagant praise upon the Zao Hua Pill.

Yet Hou Tu, who deeply understood medicinal herbs, listened with intense focus, her eyes growing brighter by the moment.

“Oh no, another victim has appeared.” Xiang Xuanqing felt three parts sympathy—and ninety-seven parts amusement!

Likewise, though fully aware Jing Yao Shangzun was fooling Hou Tu, the young Wu Luo offered no warning.

He followed Xiang Xuanqing to the divine weapon section, pretending to browse divine treasures.

The shaman god who called himself Wu Peng was hosted by Yu Chen Daojun.

[Wu Peng] entered the formation zone and immediately stared at the spirit flags and banners used for array deployment.

He was then drawn to a vast void mirror.

It was a divine treasure provided by Xiang Xuanqing, designed to simulate formations and display them to guests.

It showed simulations of countless great formations—some capable of destroying heaven and earth, others offering unmatched defense.

Yu Chen Daojun did not display the embarrassing formations.

He feared scaring off customers.

“These formations of yours are truly wondrous,” Wu Peng said, his gaze lingering on the void mirror; the miniature simulations stirred his heart.

“Are you also skilled in formations?” Yu Chen Daojun smiled, delighted to meet a fellow practitioner.

“I dare not claim mastery before a formation immortal.”

Wu Peng shook his head humbly: “I merely have an interest in formations, so I’ve dabbled.”

Yu Chen Daojun seized the chance: “Then tell me—what is a formation?”

Wu Peng’s eyes flickered slightly—he was surprised by Yu Chen’s bluntness, yet did not refuse to answer.

“I believe a formation is the art of overcoming strength with weakness, of overpowering others through momentum, of infinite transformation—and also the Wu Shang Dao.”

Yu Chen Daojun smiled and pointed at Wu Peng: “You’re not being honest.”

Wu Peng smiled too: “Then what do you believe a formation is?”

Yu Chen said: “Whether illusion, sword, confinement, killing, riddle, or ultimate formation—countless formations, infinite subtleties—all ultimately boil down to eight words: subdue the enemy, secure victory—for the sake of hope.”

“Do you agree?”

Wu Peng’s surprise deepened.

Subduing the enemy and securing victory was indeed the core goal of all formations.

But those last four words…

【Hope? Is that his Dao? What an interesting immortal.】

Wu Peng smiled broadly and softly uttered one word: “Brilliant!”

“They seem to be getting along well.” Xiang Xuanqing glanced at the formation zone—Yu Chen and Wu Peng were clearly in sync, exchanging many topics.

The young Wu Luo, while browsing divine treasures, whispered to Xiang Xuanqing: “Dongfang Gou Mang, green as emerald bamboo, bird-body, human-face, rides two dragons.”

Xiang Xuanqing was startled.

“He’s Gou Mang?”

“Yes.” Wu Luo spoke sparingly, as always.

“Who are the other two?” Xiang Xuanqing asked.

The two shaman gods gambling in the First Qionglou were named Wu Zhen and Wu Yang.

They were almost certainly disguises.

“Figure it out yourself.” Wu Luo refused to say more.

Xiang Xuanqing said: “At least give me a hint.”

“Hmph, I won’t.” Wu Luo replied haughtily.

Xiang Xuanqing pondered: “Are they the Kai Ming Six Shamans?”

Wu Luo turned to look at him. “You know that?”

“During my travels through the myriad realms, I met Wu Xiang—he claimed to be one of the Kai Ming Six Shamans.”

“Then it’s no surprise.”

Xiang Xuanqing recalled the scene: “There was also Wu Di—aren’t they one of your Ten Shamans of Ling Shan?”

“Yes.” Wu Luo nodded.

“Is he Shu Shou?” Xiang Xuanqing asked abruptly.

Wu Luo stared at him: “How do you know?”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “Human face, tiger body, golden scales, wings sprouting from shoulders, a snake piercing his left ear, feet riding two dragons—that’s Shu Shou.”

“I should’ve guessed it was him.”

Xiang Xuanqing continued guessing: “Wu Zhen is Xuan Ming, Wu Yang is Zhu Rong—then who is Wu Xiang?”

“You’ve guessed them all.”

Wu Luo was speechless.

If the Kai Ming Six Shamans and the Ten Shamans of Ling Shan weren’t just banners to fill six slots, Wu Luo suspected Xiang Xuanqing had created a side account inside.

“Now we have only six shaman gods total.”

Unconsciously, Wu Luo’s aloof persona had been warped by Xiang Xuanqing—he was talking more than ever.

“Western Shu Shou, Eastern Gou Mang, Northern Xuan Ming, Southern Zhu Rong.”

“Add me and Hou Tu.”

“The Wu Xiang you met is one of Hou Tu’s identities.”

Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes flickered: “So you’re still in the founding stage?”

Wu Luo nodded: “We came out to find a leader…”

Before Wu Luo finished, he saw Xiang Xuanqing smiling brightly, clearly eager.

He twitched his mouth and refused outright.

“Don’t even think about it!”

He’d finally found a proper organization—he absolutely couldn’t let in strange gods!

“What a pity,” Xiang Xuanqing feigned disappointment.

Wu Luo snorted—I’m not falling for that!

“Then what is the Demon Ancestor here for?” Xiang Xuanqing asked with a smile.

The Ancestor of Demons has fled to Hong Jun’s territory—does Hong Jun know?

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Wu Luo glanced sidelong at Xiang Xuanqing.

“I am the Primordial Devil of the Demon Dao—wouldn’t it be natural for me to want to know the Ancestor of Demons’ movements?”

Xiang Xuanqing said so.

Wu Luo ignored him.

“Then ask the Ancestor of Demons himself—I’m just a humble Ten Sorcerers of Mount Lingshan.”

“You’re here to spy for intelligence, aren’t you?” Xiang Xuanqing pressed on.

“Spy? On whom?”

Wu Luo lifted his chin high, but his gaze drifted away, avoiding Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes.

“Feeling the pressure, are you?”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “The two Great Luo Sovereigns of Bai Yujing are plotting from behind the scenes—this has put pressure on the Ancestor of Demons, haven’t I got that right?”

“Pressure? What pressure? There’s none at all!”

The young Wu Luo replied via telepathy—loudly, and utterly insincerely.

“Don’t get so worked up.”

“Who’s worked up?!”

Wu Luo argued: “Hong Jun personally invited the Ten Sorcerers of Mount Lingshan as an inspection team—I’m one of them, so what’s wrong with me coming to take a look?”

Seeing this, Xiang Xuanqing felt a surge of amusement.

You put on that cold, aloof face, pretending to be profound—let’s see if I can crack your armor.

【Oh my, little Wu Luo is so fun! Far more interesting than the Great Demon Ancestor.】

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【Kaiming Six Sorcerers】: East of Kaiming dwell Wu Peng, Wu Xian, Wu Yang, Wu Lü, Wu Fan, and Wu Xiang, flanking the corpse of Tuyu, all holding the elixir of immortality to ward it off.

—《Classic of Mountains and Seas: Hai Nei Xi Jing》

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