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Chapter 71

Gong Wu descended with a spin, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she sensed something amiss. Few in Ba Jing Tower seemed to retain their senses.

This place was built by the sea, with nine floors forming a perfect configuration, and the towering central building stood majestically like a mountain. It was said that the middle floor was so spacious that horses could gallop freely; even if all the inhabitants of the other nine floors were to gather there, there would still be ample room.

Wisteria blossoms were scattered everywhere, transforming the ten-tiered Ba Jing Tower into a scene of light purple flowering trees. As the wind blew, the sea of flowers surged like waves, creating a breathtaking spectacle.

Yet… the place was devoid of life; even the servants delivering tea had vacant expressions, making it a chilling sight.

Gong Wu vaguely remembered that Ba Jing had initially formed a good relationship with Moonfire Valley and had even joined forces to hunt down Jin Yan Tuo. Later, because of her notorious reputation, Ba Jing Tower had sent soldiers to raid, nearly flattening their valley.

Then, at the Yuan Xian Immortal Assembly, the Paper Person had caused chaos, and traitors had erupted within Ba Jing Tower, leading everyone to tacitly exclude this sect from their circle.

Even when some elders repeatedly explained that they were unaware and that everything was part of a plot by the thieves to sow discord, the internal traitors had caused hundreds of casualties at the Yuan Xian Immortal Assembly, leaving a deep and bloody grudge.

Ten years have passed; what now?

She did not conceal her presence, and a maid quickly approached, performing a respectful bow.

“Since Miss Gong has graced us with her visit, please follow me to the main tower.”

Gong Wu stared into the maid’s eyes and saw that her pupils were lifeless. She spoke in a stiff, mechanical manner, resembling a puppet in a show.

She did not move but addressed the echoing voice, “Who is inviting me?”

“Of course, it is Lady Cui,” the maid replied with an empty smile. “If you wish to meet the sect leader, that can be arranged as well.”

Gong Wu hesitated for a moment; beside her, Tu Xuixin had landed, his expression wary.

“This place is unfamiliar; the layout might be rigged with traps, so we should proceed with caution.”

The puppet-like maid fell silent, bowed, and turned to leave.

The two of them stepped forward, following her through the towering buildings and long corridors, heading towards the deepest part of the main tower.

Logically, with thousands of people living and eating here, there should be some signs of life. Yet, according to Tu Xuixin’s memories from over twenty to thirty years ago, it used to be bustling and lively, not the dead silence it was now.

Gong Wu took a deep breath, finally feeling a sense of unease due to the eerie stillness.

“Where is Elder Kan?”

“She is waiting outside the formation,” Tu Xuixin revealed his wrist, showing her two blood beads on his life line. “If I pierce these beads, she will immediately receive the message and send more people to manage the situation here.”

The maid moved swiftly, seemingly not intending to wait for them, floating ahead like a ghost until she gradually vanished from sight.

Following this long corridor led them directly to the main tower, which was densely covered in cobwebs. It was more like a grand palace built tier upon tier than just a ‘tower’.

The two wide-open bronze doors spanned the width of six carriages, and on either side, the view stretched endlessly into the horizon. “Master once told me that it takes the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn to ride a horse from the north gate to the south gate,” Tu Xuixin remarked, gazing upward. “No wonder Ba Jing Tower has stood for nearly a millennium, yet this building was only completed two centuries ago.”

Gong Wu, recalling the secret teachings of the Immortal Sect from Miande Palace, inquired, “Were there only three buildings originally?”

“Yes, over there,” Tu Xuixin instinctively turned to point, but his voice abruptly ceased.

Gone was the splendor and majesty of a thousand-year-old structure in that direction.

The ruins to the northwest resembled three shattered logs; without careful inspection, one might mistake them for withered trees broken by the force of wind and rain!

He fell silent, his grip tightening on his personal sword.

“Shall we enter the central building?”

“Let’s proceed,” Gong Wu steadied herself, determined. “I’m curious to see what horrors lie within.”

The bronze doors were adorned with carvings of a cloud-riding nine-maned qilin, enveloped in spiderwebs that clung like cotton gauze, the dust and smoke so thick it compelled one to flee.

At that moment, both she and Tu Xuixin caught the scent of an unusual aroma of stewed meat.

“Surely, it’s not human flesh…” Tu Xuixin covered his nose, hesitant. “I dare not inhale too deeply.”

“It’s beef,” Gong Wu, who had spent years assisting in the kitchen during her childhood, easily identified. “There’s even a hint of sweetness, as if something is being steamed.”

“Do they truly intend to host a meal for us?” Tu Xuixin scoffed, nearly colliding with a shadow wall resembling blood coral.

Gong Wu pulled him back, puzzled. “Why would a shadow wall be placed here?”

She instinctively glanced upward, noticing that the shadow wall seemed to extend further, with large swathes of satin and silk cascading from high above like curtains descending from the heavens.

As they observed, the ‘shadow wall’ shifted slightly, and a thunderous laughter, capable of sending shivers down one’s spine, echoed down.

“Oh, have our esteemed guests arrived?”

The voice was so powerful it caused their bodies to tremble, and an instinctive discomfort washed over their hearts.

In that moment, five shadow walls merged, revealing a faint outline resembling a toe.

A woman sat before the spiraling staircase, looking down with a smile. “Such a tiny morsel; I wonder if it’s enough to fill a cavity.”

“It’s a person… it’s actually a person…” Tu Xuixin exclaimed in shock. “That wall is her painted red nails!!”

Even her nails towered over their heads; how immense was her entire form!!

Before Lady Cui could react, two horizontal ropes ensnared them, and Kan Jixuan soared into the air, shouting, “Run! It’s dangerous!”

“Isn’t this the Demon Master Kan, joining in the fun?” Lady Cui swiftly raised a hand to intercept, her palm’s air current slicing through the Xuan iron ropes like a hurricane. With a mere pinch of her fingers, she seized Gong Wu, holding her as if she were an ant.

“When did you become… become a Colossal Demon?!” Kan Jixuan murmured, “This is impossible, this is impossible…”

Tu Xuixin summoned the immortal formation amidst the howling wind, urgently asking, “Aren’t celestial demons the strongest?!”

“If she cultivated through demonic teachings, she would indeed be at the pinnacle,” Kan Jixuan rasped, looking up at the giant female demon. “She has entered the Gu using her own body, and in the end, the Colossal Demon was refined from her Yuan Dan, a life-threatening dark method that allowed her to be forged into this!”

The foreign method of refining Gu involves capturing various poisonous insects and confining them inside a Gu, letting them devour each other until the final Gu master emerges.

But Cui Chengying, she—she actually used herself to create such a vicious thing!

At that moment, Tu Xuixin realized that the woman before him had eyes larger than two bears and could easily crush both of them with a single step, unaware of Gong Wu’s safety. He threw the Invitation, calling for the various Immortal Sects to come to their rescue.

Ba Jing Tower, how could Ba Jing Tower have produced such an extraordinary monster!!

What kind of great fortune is this?! Can his fortune-telling really be this terrible?!

At the same moment, Gong Wu was pinched and held in someone’s palm, using the umbrella to block the nails that thrust toward her.

Not to mention battling Cui Chengying head-on; even a single nail now felt like a blade the size of an entire door.

She deliberately stalled for time and asked, “So, have you eaten your husband too?”

“How could that be?” Cui Chengying replied with a smile, “My husband sleeps peacefully in the tent, and when he wakes up, he will enjoy a feast and a beautiful night.”

“I became this way because he has been taking care of me all along,” the woman winked, her voice booming to the point where it nearly caused bleeding from their orifices, “How could I bear to bite him?”

“Alright, don’t struggle anymore; will you spit out the Golden Core or shall I cut it out?”

She looked down at Gong Wu, her eyelashes creating a gust of wind that nearly blew Kan Jixuan out of the building.

Tu Xuixin blocked Kan Jixuan with one hand, silently praying for the arrival of the Immortals and demons, shouting in anger, “Even in death, let us die understanding! What happened to Ba Jing Tower over the years?!”

Cui Chengying rolled her eyes and said lazily, “It belongs to me now.”

In the beginning, she indeed pretended to be a cultivator while using secret medicines and evil arts to gain the position of the rightful wife, mesmerizing her husband to the point of losing his wits, almost wanting to give her the entire Ba Jing Tower.

The daily pretense was exhausting; it was better to drop the act and cultivate the demonic path together.

Cui Chengying realized that the sect leader had already been manipulated into a significant portion of her control, prompting him to kill several concubines with his own hands, and then falsely claiming to be pregnant, causing him to fall deeper and deeper until she revealed her demonic form at night, telling him that falling into darkness was faster than cultivating as an Immortal.

Instead of toiling and studying hard in the Jade Balance Realm, it was much better to plunge deep into the demonic path and achieve eternal bliss!

Tu Xuixin listened in confusion, “You’re not lying?”

“Let me tell you what this is called,” Kan Jixuan clicked her tongue, “Learning well is tough, but learning badly is easy.”

The sect leader was already easily ensnared by lust; upon seeing Cui Chengying’s demonic form, he found her irresistibly charming, and immediately spent the night with her, absorbing countless Demonic Energy until he completely fell into the dark path.

The master of the Nine-Story Tower was deceived, killed, and shared the Golden Core with his wife, transitioning from a human demon to a celestial demon in just five or six years.

Later on, those who sensed something amiss either defected or were imprisoned. Most were made into puppets through formations, obediently offering their essence and blood for their enjoyment, while tirelessly laboring to maintain the vast lands of Ba Jing Tower day and night.

Cui Chengying casually recounted old stories, her eyes gleaming with pride; her nails had pierced the umbrella, ready to strike off Gong Wu’s head with a single force.

Seeing her open her bright red mouth, Gong Wu suddenly said, “Wait a minute.”

“It’s too late to show weakness now,” Cui Chengying replied lazily, “I want not only your Golden Core but your master’s immortal pill too.”

“You,” Gong Wu completely missed the point, her gaze fixated on the exposed large Adam’s apple, “You’re a man?”

Tu Xuixin’s attention also shifted entirely, “Huh?!”

“Huh?!”

“He？？is a man??”

Cui Chengying became furious, shouting, “So what if I’m a man?!”

Without waiting for Gong Wu to say anything else, she opened her mouth and swallowed her whole.

Tu Xuixin burst into tears, wailing, “Why did you eat her?!”

“If she turns into poop, how can I save her? You beast, beast!!”

Kan Jixuan nearly spat out blood.

Was this the right moment for such words?!