Chapter 92
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Chapter 92: Title
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Though unable to read Yan Ge’s mind, Xia Shi detected conflicting motives beneath her calm exterior.
This Ghost Lord stayed detached from worldly strife, overlooking Pei Jiu’s schemes yet offering unexpected aid.
As Xia Shi opened her mouth to ask about Pei Jiu’s demon suppression array, Hongling materialized through the white mist. The woman bowed beside Yan Ge. “Your Majesty, the Lord of Shura City requests audience.”
Yan Ge hummed acknowledgment. “Send him in.”
Hongling’s eyes briefly met Xia Shi’s before she withdrew. “As commanded.”
Xia Shi maintained composure despite the looming threat. The Lord of Shura City—currently wearing Lu Qingyu’s stolen form—should’ve remained in Sanqing Realm. His abrupt return to Thirteen Ghost Domains signaled trouble.
If he spotted her in Endless Sea, Pei Jiu would undoubtedly escalate hostilities.
“No plans to hide?” Yan Ge arched an eyebrow at the soon-to-be-immortal sword cultivator.
Xia Shi set down her teacup. Vermilion spiritual energy streamed from her fingers, weaving a glowing formation. “I’m done hiding.”
Her figure dissolved into the spell-pattern just as swirling mists parted for the approaching Lord of Shura City.
Hongling trailed behind, murderous intent sharpening her stare. This oaf had scattered the Heavenly Pool’s sacred fog—mist Yan Ge had spent centuries gathering to restore Immortal Capital’s most elusive landmark.
The intruder offered a cursory nod. “Ghost Lord.”
“State your business.”
“Qing Jiu controls Sanqing Realm while Qing Gui holds Canghai. With both Esteemed Elders Sect territories secured, when will Your Majesty claim Liujin Pavilion and Taiyi Sect?” His eyes lingered on the vacant seat’s teacup.
He scanned his surroundings as demonic energy seeped out silently.
Upon arriving, he’d noticed faint thunder rumbling above the Thirteen Ghost Domains – tribulation clouds gathering, though demons never underwent tribulations. Among the six City Lords, only Hongling remained here. Yet when they’d met earlier, she’d shown no signs of impending tribulation. Who else could summon such clouds?
Could Pei Jiu have been right about disturbances in the Endless Sea?
Before he could investigate, the woman behind him spoke coldly, "When did I agree to take those sects? Don’t blame your schemes with Qing Jiu on me."
Yan Ge added, "Retract your filthy energy. Pollute the Heavenly Pool, and Shura City will lose its Lord."
The Lord of Shura City’s face darkened, but he withdrew his energy. His plans required him to tolerate this woman’s demands… for now.
Compelled by Pei Jiu’s warning, he pressed, "Did the Ghost Lord receive visitors?"
The steaming teacup suggested someone had either just left… or hid when he arrived.
A Long Sword shot toward his throat the instant he spoke, frost radiating from its blade.
The Blood Demon inhabiting Lu Qingyu’s body reacted swiftly, dodging while summoning a black Spear wreathed in dark energy.
Metal shrieked as weapons collided. Spiritual power exploded across the Heavenly Pool’s surface, sending up mist that flash-froze in the bitter air.
A golden formation rose, trapping the demon. Yan Ge and Hongling now observed from higher ground.
Within the glowing prison, sword intent shredded the Blood Demon’s energy despite their standoff.
"Xia Wuwei?!"
The demon gaped at the sword cultivator who should’ve remained memory-altered in Sanqing. Yet here she stood – unharmed, having reached Great Ascension.
So the tribulation clouds were hers.
Xia Shi twisted her wrist. Nine icy patterns of Late Winter Snow materialized.
The Blood Demon retreated desperately, all tricks failing against her flawless swordsmanship.
"Xia Wuwei! This is Lu Qingyu’s body!" It blocked a strike only for its blade to snap, frostbite spreading from the shoulder wound.
Xia Shi met its gaze. "You’re not him."
Lu Qingyu’s soul-lamp had extinguished – Lu Ciyou’s own testimony. This demon merely wore his shell, aping his mannerisms and knowledge. But demons could never become human.
As she yanked her sword free, Xia Shi activated the formation with one hand, trying to expel the demon while preserving the corpse.
The Blood Demon grabbed her blade, grinning madly at the golden energy swirling around them. "Why use borrowed power? Where’s yours?"
Xia Shi’s energy flickered almost imperceptibly.
"Fu Qing’s spiritual power!" the demon crowed. "You’re using your dead Master’s -"
"Silence!" Xia Shi’s crimson eyes blazed, her spirit’s agony making the sword tremble.
She seized the demon and drove Heartless Sword through its skull. Its final whisper hung in the air: "You killed Fu Qing."
Stillness fell. Even the escaping wisp of green energy shattered under her blade.
The golden formation kept spinning around Xia Shi. Like warm fingers ruffling her hair – a ghost of her Master’s touch.
Xia Shi raised her hand, staring at the spiritual power in her palm with blank eyes.
Master?
“What’s wrong with her?” Hongling asked Yan Ge beside her, noticing Xia Shi frozen in place.
“A memory barrier she sealed herself.” Yan Ge’s gaze fell upon the chaotic Heavenly Pool as she sighed. “Such a waste.”
Meanwhile at the Discipline Hall of Sanqing Realm,
Wen Zhishu snapped her eyes open. A trace of confusion flashed through her gaze before turning fierce.
“What happened?” Lu Ciyou asked, catching this reaction. “Feeling unwell?”
Wen Zhishu lowered her brows. When she looked up again, her usual gentle expression had returned. She wiped her forehead with exaggerated alarm. “Just… a nightmare startled me.”
Lu Ciyou murmured “Oh” twice but kept stealing glances. Since their confinement began, she’d sensed something odd about Wen Zhishu – or rather, sensed her own strange awareness. The woman still appeared harmless and mild, yet Lu Ciyou kept glimpsing other shadows in those sickly-pale features.
She’d initially dismissed it as imagination. But that momentary viciousness in Wen Zhishu’s eyes just now? Unmistakable.
Wen Zhishu had a problem.
Lu Ciyou scooted closer to Yan Li, pressing against her. She opened her mouth to share her suspicions, then remembered their sealed spiritual power prevented voice transmission.
The frustrated young lady gritted her teeth and buried herself deeper in Yan Li’s arms. Annoyed, she nipped the pale chin above her.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Li blinked down at her.
“Nothing!” Lu Ciyou huffed, peeking at Wen Zhishu through her hair while pretending to nestle closer.
Across the room, Wen Zhishu rested her head on one hand, features hidden behind lowered lashes.
The door creaked open. Pei Jiu entered with a stormy expression, jabbing a finger at Wen Zhishu. “Take her.”
“Yes!”
Two disciples hauled Wen Zhishu upright.
“What’s happening?!” Lu Ciyou protested – her investigation wasn’t complete!
Pei Jiu ignored her. The door slammed shut after Wen Zhishu’s removal. Muffled voices leaked through:
“Give me the Book of All Knowledge. Then you’ll get the medicine.”
“Never!”
A pained grunt. Footsteps fading.
“Miss Wen…” Qin An whispered worriedly.
Lu Ciyou frowned. Had she been wrong? Why had Wen Zhishu been removed right when suspicion arose?
Outside the Discipline Hall, Pei Jiu stood alone with the Book of All Knowledge floating before her.
The pages showed the Tribulation of Becoming an Immortal had returned, its location marked at the Thirteen Ghost Domains.
Who would face it this time?
Storing the Book, Pei Jiu gazed toward Wentiang Peak.
Xia Wuwei…
With the Demon General slain, she needed to secure the Baiyu Minghun Sword swiftly.
Faint golden spiritual power flickered in her palm—still at the transformation stage, far from Great Ascension.
This meant Xia Wuwei couldn’t be the one undergoing the Tribulation.
Pei Jiu’s tension eased slightly.
Caution remained vital now.
Through Lu Ciyou and Yan Li, she’d confirmed Xia Wuwei’s memories were truly altered—the sect leader remembered none of them.
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“An Immortal Sect Conference? Why now?” Xia Wuwei frowned at the figure in the hall’s center.
Pei Jiu smiled. “Destroying evil is every cultivator’s duty. Uniting the sects through this conference allows us to crush the Thirteen Ghost Domains together.”
After a pause, Xia Wuwei nodded. “You’re right.”
“Let me handle the invitations. Managing alone in the Sanqing Realm is impossible.” Pei Jiu’s tone dripped concern, though her eyes lingered on the sect leader seal.
“Good idea!”
Xia Wuwei handed over the seal before resuming her work.
Pei Jiu carried the seal to a side desk. Her plan was simple: lure the Taiyi Sect using their disciples as bargaining chips. Mo Ye would surrender the sword once threatened.
“I’ll write Qingyun City and Liujin Pavilion’s invites. Xuanhua and Lu Qingyu will come for sure.” Xia Wuwei’s dark eyes sparkled with hope.
“Naturally.”
Pei Jiu’s brush completed the final character, her smile sharpening.
Only this memory-wiped Xia Wuwei would cling to such delusions.
One comatose, one dead—those shadows would never haunt Xia Wuwei again.
The dispatched invitations never reached Qingyun City or Liujin Pavilion. Only Taiyi Sect’s arrived intact.
“An Immortal Sect Conference?”
Feng Yi examined the sect leader seal’s imprint with spiritual power. “It’s genuine.”
Mo Ye frowned. “No one’s entered Sanqing Realm for a month. This feels… risky.”
Feng Yi snapped the invitation shut. “I’ll go alone.”
