551. Chapter 536: Wanrenwang and Tang Song
"Brother Long! Look at what that woman is doing. The Cauldron Inscriptions on the Fulong Cauldron are indeed real. When the Four Spirits gather, Primordial Chaos opens, and the Power of Chaos is enough for World Creation, reopening the 'Gate of Asura'."
The Blood Sea on the horizon was like a piece of blood-red cloth covering the sun. On the Mountain Peak of a Barren Mountain, a Middle-Aged Scholar stood on the peak, gazing at the Blood River constantly flowing out from the Sky. The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion was flushed, his eyes shining with strange light, staring intently at the Space Rift in the air.
"Brother Long! Even if our plan succeeds, gathering the power of the Four Great Divine Beasts might not be enough to easily open this Gate of Asura! Is the might of Immortals and Gods truly this terrifying?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar had fine eyebrows and a square face, his features looking refined, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and his forehead was full. Within this elegance, he possessed a natural, imposing presence that didn't require anger, clearly indicating someone who held great power.
But at this moment, his look was weary, like a gambler holding their last bargaining chip, stepping onto the gambling table wanting to go all out, only to lose completely.
"Brother Wan! The Four Spirit Blood Array is merely an ancient legend. We witnessed a True Immortal descending to the world with our own eyes. Even the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword was broken by them. Even if the Gate of Asura is opened, we may not be that True Immortal's Rival. With that True Immortal's temper, it might invite disaster!
I observe that woman's killing intent is even more condensed than that True Immortal's. This Fulong Cauldron being with her might not be a bad thing; perhaps it's an opportunity for us!"
When the words "True Immortal" were mentioned, the White-faced Scholar standing behind the Middle-Aged Scholar unconsciously touched his thumb. There should have been a thumb ring there.
The White-faced Scholar gave a bitter smile. An Immortal descending to the mortal realm, where is there such an Immortal who robs people of their magic treasures?
However, fortunately, compared to the experiences of Bai Duzi and Mr Ghost, his situation was still good. It is said that when Bai Duzi was robbed by the Immortal named Wade Wilson, he tried to poison the opponent, but was beheaded with a single blade, and even his soul was seized.
As for Mr Ghost, according to a surviving disciple, he was merely glared at by the woman wearing a dark green long dress, and Mr Ghost's entire body was instantly reduced to a mere skin by two streams of bloodlight.
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, the flush on his face instantly receded, revealing a pale complexion.
"Brother Long, how do you think that woman knew the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron? You know, even that True Immortal scoured the earth, but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar said unwillingly.
The White-faced Scholar stood beside him and shook his head, "I heard that person uprooted even the Wordless Jade Wall of Tianyin Temple and the eight hundred King Kong in that Temple. It is said that even the Relic Pagoda enshrined in the Pagoda Forest behind the Temple was not spared!"
"He even dug up the Relic Pagoda of Tianyin Temple!" The Middle-Aged Scholar was clearly hearing about this for the first time and couldn't help but be startled, saying in surprise, "No wonder three of Tianyin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks are gone!"
"Even Buddha has rage, let alone those Bald Donkeys (derogatory)!" The White-faced Scholar said with a bitter smile, "Mr Ghost was also too obsessed with the Fulong Cauldron. Brother Wan, you must not harm yourself!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar took a deep breath, the look on his face had completely returned to normal. After closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly opened them again. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Those Bald Donkeys (derogatory) deserved to die. If it weren't for that Bald Donkey (derogatory) Pu Zhi, Biyao wouldn't have ended up like that!"
"As for the Fulong Cauldron, rest assured, Brother Long, although I have prepared for this for decades, I know what's good for me!" The Middle-Aged Scholar looked at the crack in the Sky, a trace of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.
According to the records of the Fulong Cauldron, it requires gathering the power of the Four Spirits: Yellow Bird, Kui Niu, Taotie, and Candle Dragon, setting up the Four Spirit Blood Array, and waiting for forty-nine days. Only after the Fulong Cauldron has completely gathered the spiritual power of the Four Spirits can the Gate of Asura be opened.
According to the Ghost King Sect disciple who was on duty at the time, that woman broke into Fox Head Mountain and with just a glance turned Mr Ghost into a skin. The Ancient Divine Artifact Fulong Cauldron was directly broken off at one cauldron leg by her! Without using any power of the Four Spirits, that Fulong Cauldron opened a Space Rift for her! The Middle-Aged Scholar's expression flashed with a strange look, "Could it be that even Ancient Divine Artifacts like the Fulong Cauldron have learned to bully the weak and fear the strong these days?!"
"Brother Long, do you think the legendary Power of Asura can compare to these True Immortals!?"
The White-faced Scholar glanced at him, "Brother Wan probably already has a conclusion in his heart about this!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, "If the Power of Asura summoned by the Fulong Cauldron truly had such power, then it would be our Sacred Sect ruling the world! What would Qingyun Sect have to do with it!"
"Brother Wan is unwilling!" The White-faced Scholar looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The Middle-Aged Scholar snorted, "I've prepared for this for decades, spending countless effort. So what if a True Immortal descends to the world? Win or lose, I have to try and see!"
"It's a pity that Heaven didn't even give me one last opportunity!"
The White-faced Scholar looked deeply at the Middle-Aged Scholar, then shifted his gaze. "Things have come to this, it's better to prioritize revitalizing the Ghost King Sect. Other matters should be avoided if possible!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar nodded slightly, "I understand the priorities, you can rest assured about this!"
The White-faced Scholar pondered for a moment, "Gui Li went to the Upper Realm. If he can find the method to resurrect Biyao, once Biyao returns, it will also be a good thing for us!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar was silent for a moment, "You're not wrong. After all, she is my daughter!"
Clap clap clap—
A round of applause suddenly sounded behind the Middle-Aged Scholar and the White-faced Scholar. The two looked back warily. A three-foot green sword had appeared in the White-faced Scholar's hand.
Behind them, a Young Taoist Priest wearing a Cloud Water Azure Sky Daoist Robe and possessing a handsome face had appeared at some unknown time. The Taoist Priest held a folding fan in his Right Hand, constantly tapping it against his left Palm. The applause the two heard came from this.
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked up and down at this uninvited guest. The newcomer wore a green gauze headband, with two ribbons floating behind his head like double leaves. He held a folding fan in his hand, looking completely like a Taoist Priest living in seclusion in the Mountain Forest.
However, the Middle-Aged Scholar knew deeply that anyone who could conceal themselves from him and Qinglong and approach within ten steps was certainly no ordinary person. So he cupped his fists and said, "May I ask, Mister, is there something?"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and used the folding fan to point at the blood cloud in the Sky, "I came for her! The view here is wide. You don't mind one more person, right?"
The White-faced Scholar's vision casually fell on the folding fan in the Young Taoist Priest's hand. Initially, his face was solemn, but his eyes still held some casualness. But gradually, he seemed to have seen something, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Before the Middle-Aged Scholar could speak, the White-faced Scholar beside him, whose complexion was deathly pale and even a bit green, quickly shook his head, "Not at all, not at all. This Barren Mountain is unclaimed land. Please, Mister, please!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked suspiciously at the White-faced Scholar, but found that Qinglong was somewhat nervous, not daring to breathe heavily as he looked at the Young Taoist Priest.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. The Qinglong he knew wasn't as easy to talk to as he appeared. As the Head of the Sacred Sect's Four Great Protectors, Qinglong's cultivation base was outstanding even among the older generation. Although he spoke gently, he always acted very domineeringly.
He knew deeply that Qinglong must have discovered something, so he also nodded towards the Young Taoist Priest with a smile, "Please, Mister!"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and nodded in response, "Then I'll trouble you!"
The Young Taoist Priest walked beside the two, covering his forehead with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The three of them stood on the Mountain Peak like this, quietly watching that blood cloud in the Sky constantly expanding, speechless for a moment.
"Brother Wan, don't you still have matters at home? Don't let your sister-in-law wait too long. Let's go back first!" Time flowed bit by bit. The White-faced Scholar seemed somewhat restless and turned his head to say to the Middle-Aged Scholar.
Hearing the White-faced Scholar mention his wife, the Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly became gloomy. His face twisted as he looked at the White-faced Scholar, only to see the White-faced Scholar frantically giving him a look.
"Okay!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion changed, and he was about to turn around and leave with the White-faced Scholar.
"You two are leaving? Did I perhaps interrupt your enjoyment?" The Young Taoist Priest said in surprise.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. He knew that since Qinglong could subtly remind him, it must be related to this Young Taoist Priest in front of him. He forced himself to be calm and said with a smile, "Not at all, I just have matters at home that I must go back and handle. I cannot let my wife and child wait at home in vain!"
The Young Taoist Priest opened the folding fan in his hand with a swish, waving the fan with a doubtful expression, "Did Mister remarry?" The Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly twisted. He forcibly suppressed the urge to kill this Taoist Priest in front of him with a single palm, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "We've never met before, why does this Mister insult me?"
"Don't misunderstand!" The Young Taoist Priest waved the folding fan. A thousand peaks stood on the fan surface, ape figures moved through the green mountains, and birds and immortal cranes gathered in flocks.
"My humble self is named Tang, single name Song. I slightly understand the Art of Divination! Looking at your appearance, it is the appearance of loneliness and loss. Although you have a wife and a daughter, they have already passed away prematurely. I thought Mister had remarried!"
When the Middle-Aged Scholar heard the Taoist Priest's words, his complexion changed. First, he muttered, "Tang Song!" He recalled in his mind. This name was truly unfamiliar; he had never heard this name among the Righteous and Evil Paths.
He couldn't help but look at the face of this person named Tang Song. Aside from that face being truly too handsome, he couldn't see anything else at all.
The White-faced Scholar beside him, looking at the fan surface that was different from what he imagined, also felt some doubt. "Excuse me for asking one more question, may I ask if Mister Tang is perhaps a cultivator?"
"I have cultivated for a period of time. Aren't you two as well?" The Young Taoist Priest smiled slightly, "May I ask for your names?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar seemed to have been poked in a sore spot by Tang Song and didn't want to interact with him much.
The White-faced Scholar cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Long, Long Xing! This is my friend, surnamed Wan, Wanrenwang!"
"Long Xing, Wanrenwang, good names!" Tang Song smiled and looked at the gloomy-faced Wanrenwang, "My apologies, Brother Wan, my divination is not precise. Brother Wan should just take it as me speaking nonsense and don't take it to heart!"
Wanrenwang took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on his face, "Not at all, Mister Tang's Art of Divination is indeed formidable. I did lose my wife in my early years, and my daughter also left me!"
Tang Song looked at this Middle-Aged Man whose face once again wore a smile and couldn't help but praise this person's deep thoughts.
Compared to those reckless, schemeless protagonists who charge around relying on a bit of luck and opportunity, he still preferred these villains.
They are scheming, have ideals, and have courage! They dare to think, dare to fight, and dare to act!
He plotted for the Fulong Cauldron for decades, and once it was determined that the matter couldn't be done, he immediately let go.
"Brother Wan, don't be sad. The Great Dao is Fifty, Heavenly Dao is Forty-Nine, One is Escaped by Man. I see from Brother Wan's appearance that he is Living Towards Death. Although Brother Wan's wife and daughter suffered a premature death, it is not impossible for them to be Revived from Death!"
Crack!
As soon as Tang Song said this, a stone under Wanrenwang's foot instantly shattered into pieces when stepped on. "What do you mean by that?"
Wanrenwang looked at Tang Song emotionally, his eyes were bloodshot, like a ferocious beast choosing someone to devour, like a ferocious beast that would swallow Tang Song in one breath.
Tang Song waved the folding fan in his hand and smiled casually, "Looking at Brother Wan's appearance, if I'm not mistaken, Brother Wan's daughter will be resurrected soon. As for Brother Wan's wife, it's not impossible for her to be resurrected either! That depends on you, Brother Wan!"
"Who exactly are you?" True Essence had already condensed in Wanrenwang's Palm, as if he would attack Tang Song the next moment. Long Xing quickly pulled him back.
"As for me! A poor soul whose wives are fighting each other and who had no choice but to come mediate!"
Tang Song looked at the blood cloud in the Sky and that figure passing through the blood cloud, and couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hand and say.
Wanrenwang and Long Xing also looked up at the same time. They only saw within the blood cloud, a figure completely covered in black flame was constantly killing towards the center of the Blood Sea.
"Wives?!" Wanrenwang looked at the blood cloud above his head, then looked at Tang Song, only feeling his throat was a bit dry, and couldn't help but swallow. "I wonder which one in the blood cloud is Mister Tang's wife?"
A slightly shy smile appeared on Tang Song's face, and he smiled casually, "I have a sickness. Both are my humble wives!"
Hearing Tang Song admit it so openly, Wanrenwang's complexion instantly turned completely pale. He stumbled back several steps. Then his complexion turned from white to green, then from green to red.
Tang Song watched with interest as this Ghost King's complexion changed unpredictably. Soon, this Ghost King Sect Sect Master, who used the alias Wanrenwang, took a deep breath. With a thump, he knelt down on both knees. "Wanrenwang of the Ghost King Sect greets the Immortal!"
Qinglong, one of the Four Great Protectors of the Ghost King Sect, who used the alias Long Xing, seeing this, also knelt down on the scattered stones. Fresh blood instantly stained their knees red.
Tang Song was speechless. As expected of an adaptable hero, he has the bearing of Gao Qiwang.
"Alright, get up!"
Wanrenwang knelt on the ground but did not immediately get up. "Immortal, I have longed greatly for achieving immortality since childhood and only joined the Ghost King Sect by chance. Immortal, do you see if I have the opportunity to achieve immortality? I am willing to repay your kindness!"
Saying this, Wanrenwang knocked his head against the stone several times with loud thuds. Blood water instantly splattered from his forehead.
Tang Song started laughing, "Hahaha—I thought you were going to recognize me as your godfather and take care of me in my old age!"
Wanrenwang didn't know what the Immortal in front of him found funny, but he knew how to climb the ladder. His eyes rolled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a faint, indifferent voice come from beside his ear:
"If you don't want to get up, then never get up!"
As soon as Wanrenwang heard these words, he stood up with a whoosh. "I've made the Immortal laugh!"
Qinglong beside him also quickly got up.
"Adaptable, not bad! A promising talent!" Tang Song nodded.
Wanrenwang gave a bitter smile, "I've made the Immortal laugh!"
Tang Song's gaze, however, fell on Qinglong's body, and he said somewhat strangely, "You seem to recognize me! I don't remember coming to This World!"
Qinglong recovered from the series of incidents. Hearing Tang Song's doubt, his gaze fell on the folding fan in Tang Song's hand. "At a glance, the form of this fan seems like Old Ancestor Feng Yue's Mountain and River Fan!"
Old Ancestor Feng Yue's Mountain and River Fan, Old Ancestor Feng Yue of Jieshi Mountain's signature magic treasure! Wanrenwang is quite experienced; otherwise, he wouldn't know the origin of the Soul Devouring Rod in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. The Blood Devouring Bead is one thing, but he actually recognized the origin of Rod Body Soul Seizing, clearly often reading ancient books.
He naturally knew Old Ancestor Feng Yue. That was a famous cultivator who performed secluded cultivation on Jieshi Mountain in The East. His Dao Cultivation was profound and he was quite famous on the cultivation path. He usually acted between the Righteous and Evil Paths, had no great evil, and was not contentious with the world, so neither the Righteous Path nor the Evil Path provoked this person. But what does this have to do with Old Ancestor Feng Yue's magic treasure?
"The Sect Master went to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to search for the trace of the Taotie, but didn't know that Old Ancestor Feng Yue's Mountain and River Fan was also given to that High Immortal, cough, was also offered to that High Immortal!"
Qinglong saw Wanrenwang's doubt and explained with a bitter smile, then looked at the folding fan in Tang Song's hand, "It's just that when Immortal you opened the folding fan, I wasn't sure anymore. The fan surface is completely different from his!"
Swish! Tang Song closed the folding fan and held the folding fan, about a foot long, in front of him, tapping his Palm. His left hand's slender fingers tapped the folding fan:
"No wonder, this fan of mine was indeed sent by that guy Wade Wilson. It's just that I disliked the fan surface, so I refined it again!"
Swish! Tang Song opened the fan surface again. This time, the fan surface was clearly covered in twinkling stars.
After Wanrenwang heard the conversation between the two, only then did he seem to wake from a dream. He hesitated for a moment. He hesitated and cupped his fists towards Tang Song and said, "Immortal, you said my wife has a chance to Return to Life. I wonder if it's true or false?"
(end of chapter)