Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Yu Wuxia

"Where is the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture?"

A light and airy phrase caused the Hall Master of Hongmeng’s fingertips to tremble; the spout tipped over, tea spilling onto the table.

Qin Yi shuddered as if electrified.

He had barely stepped out of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion when Zhuge Qinmo followed closely behind; it was certain that Zhuge had been watching him all along.

"Daoist brother, you should know that the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture is sealed by the teacher," the Hall Master of Hongmeng said sternly. "Do you not fear the teacher settling accounts with you if you attempt to seize it?"

"Teacher?" Zhuge Qinmo’s eyes flickered. "Among the Dao One powerhouses, excluding the three masters of essence, energy, and spirit, there is only the Primordial Dao God."

"Am I not right?" The Hall Master of Hongmeng nodded.

"Since you know, why come here to invite trouble upon yourself?"

"Hahaha…" Zhuge Qinmo didn’t take it seriously.

"Daoist friend, I merely wish to borrow the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture to read, to see whether the Nine Great Heavenly Books truly are as profound as recorded in the texts. What does it have to do with the Primordial Dao God?"

"Senior…" Qin Yi was about to speak.

"Shut up!" Zhuge Qinmo’s eyes flashed with ferocity. "This is not your place to speak."

He extended two fingers.

"One: hand over the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture."

"Two: I’ll take it personally. With some minor methods, of course."

With a thought, Zhuge Qinmo made the black zither appear on the table.

"Zhuge Qinmo, it’s been many years since we parted. Do you still remember me?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

The sea of clouds parted on both sides as Mu Fanyin walked into the Hongmeng Hall, stepping with her long and shapely legs, her bright eyes shining like stars, a smile on her face.

"Dao Ancestor Tuntian?" Zhuge Qinmo’s pupils contracted.

It was only natural that he knew Mu Fanyin had attained the Dao Ancestor realm in the yin realm.

"Zhuge Qinmo, Qin Yi is already a member of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion," said Mu Fanyin, standing firmly in the void, lightly. "I’ve returned this trip to take the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture."

The Hall Master of Hongmeng’s gaze grew somewhat profound as he looked at his disciple in surprise; he had not known that Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was also involved in the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture affair.

"Things are becoming more complicated."

With the merging of the yin and yang realms, the yin realm entering the picture, and the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion joining in, the waters grew murkier, and he couldn’t tell who was an enemy or who was a friend.

Zhuge Qinmo’s expression darkened slightly as he said, "Daoist friend, this Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture is ownerless property, to be claimed by the most skilled. Just one master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion wants me to yield the scripture without a fight? That’s far too overbearing."

Clang!

Zhuge Qinmo swept his fingers across the zither strings.

"Stop!" Mu Fanyin’s face twisted with disgust. "If you play so horribly, don’t play at all. It’s an insult to my ears."

"…"

Zhuge Qinmo flew into a rage. "Mu Fanyin," he hissed, his voice icy, "it seems dwelling in the yang realm has made you forget my formidable reputation. Today, I will ensure you recognize my true power!"

Boom!

Suddenly, the Hall Master of Hongmeng flung his cup of tea towards Zhuge Qinmo. The spray of water droplets transformed instantly into countless bubbles, intricate as Russian dolls—each nestled inside another. Zhuge Qinmo found himself imprisoned within the very smallest one.

The bubble stretched like a universe. Endless thunder tribulation crashed down from the heavens.

"Disciple," the Hall Master of Hongmeng solemnly intoned, "Go retrieve the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture now. Once you have it, head straight for Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."

Qin Yi frowned. "Master, will Martial Ancestor not intervene?"

The Hall Master of Hongmeng shook his head with a bitter laugh. "Since ancient times, Dao One has acted only a handful of times. He would not take action against this person over one heavenly scripture, nor would he trouble himself to save us."

"I understand," Qin Yi murmured as realization dawned.

To Primordial Dao God, both the Hall Master of Hongmeng and he were merely chess pieces. Did a player ever truly care about one or two pawns?

Whoosh!

Qin Yi shot towards the depths of Hongmeng Hall.

Kaboom!

A flash of sword light sliced through the air, obliterating the bubble universes one after another. Zhuge Qinmo’s hair and beard stood on end as surging demonic energy enveloped him, radiating the aura of a peerless demon.

"Hahahaha…" Zhuge Qinmo roared in derisive laughter. "The power of you two? It barely qualifies to scratch an itch!"

Swish!

Zhuge Qinmo pointed sharply towards the Hall Master of Hongmeng, fingertip like a sword blade. In that instant, the void shattered. The entire Hongmeng Hall collapsed. An inexhaustible surge of sword energy coalesced into a vast, sky-covering net of blades, trapping the very heavens and earth within its confines.

"Persisting blindly," Mu Fanyin sighed softly. She didn’t immediately summon the Great Wilderness Furnace. Instead, she unleashed her Temporal Art, her spiritual power churning violently as the River of Time materialized. The world was pulled into its flow.

Moving like a phantom, she split into countless afterimages, each one streaking towards Zhuge Qinmo in lethal assaults.

Simultaneously, the Hall Master of Hongmeng wielded his horsetail whisk. With a flick of his wrist, streams of whisk filaments danced through the air, gleaming like the sharpest divine swords under heaven. The filaments intertwined with the sword energy, clashing with metallic screeches that tore through the fabric of the world, reducing it to ruin.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three fought in the River of Time, locked in a fierce battle.

Throughout heaven and earth, every corner was filled with shattered Great Dao.

Zhuge Qinmo’s strength was absurdly formidable; even with Mu Fanyin and the Hall Master of Hongmeng teaming up, they could not gain the upper hand for a time.

"Daoist friend Mu, continuing to fight like this can only lead to mutual destruction," the Hall Master of Hongmeng frowned slightly, his handsome brow furrowing, and said, "Take Qin Yi and go first."

"As for this person, I will hold him off."

"Do not panic," Mu Fanyin smiled faintly and said, "Daoist friend Yu, with Qin Yi under the protection of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, as long as the Master wishes to shield him, no one in the world can kill him."

"Your disciples are all in Heaven’s Secret Pavilion; have you considered it?"

A strange light flickered in Yu Wuxia’s beautiful eyes.

"The age of great contention has arrived; in the yin and yang realms, those Dao One powerhouses do not trouble themselves with mundane matters at all," Mu Fanyin added. "They only care about themselves."

"You must also seek a future for yourself."

"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is in need of capable hands; with your skills, the Master will surely reward you well."

"Mu Fanyin, are you ignoring me?"

Zhuge Qinmo’s face darkened.

"Discussing business right in front of me—do I lack face?"

With a thought, his black zither soared through the air; Zhuge Qinmo sat with legs wide apart and placed his fingers on the black zither.

Mu Fanyin felt her head swell like a drum from frustration.

Clang clang clang!

The next instant, Zhuge Qinmo strummed the zither with his fingers, and an extremely unpleasant zither music filled heaven and earth; it pierced their magic and divine abilities instantly, forcing its way into their ears.

"You have made no progress at all in your musical skills after all these years…" Mu Fanyin looked pained. "Zhuge Qinmo, why don’t you just die?"

"Heh…"

Zhuge Qinmo reveled in it. "I can’t help it."

"My strength is too great; I find few worthy opponents in the world."

Yu Wuxia was also shocked.

"I never imagined there could exist a melody so repulsive it makes one sick; today has truly opened this young lady’s eyes," Yu Wuxia sighed.

"…"

Zhuge Qinmo became furious.

No one spared him any face, so he would kill all around!

"My time is precious; I won’t waste it on you," Zhuge Qinmo said coldly. "Since you won’t hand over the Hongmeng Heavenly Scripture, I’ll have to take it myself."

"Sigh…"

He exhaled deeply. "I haven’t killed anyone in a long time…"

Bang!

Zhuge Qinmo’s fingers danced across the strings, and a jarring zither music wailed, as if weeping and lamenting.

Simultaneously.

A bizarre drum materialized out of nowhere.

Thump!

A heavy and deep drumming sound rang out; heaven and earth abruptly darkened as the drumming and zither music merged indistinctly into one, silencing the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

At that moment, it seemed as if disaster soil had returned.

Yu Wuxia and Mu Fanyin’s magic powers were restrained by the drumming and zither music, preventing them from unleashing their full strength.

The sound invaded their Purple Palace and Great Dao World, gnawing at the Great Dao and eroding their primordial spirits in a bizarre manner.

"The burial Dao divine ability?"

Mu Fanyin’s brows knit together.

"Hehe, it seems you haven’t forgotten," Zhuge Qinmo said smugly.

In the past, he had become famous overnight by relying on this divine ability, rising into the ranks of top Dao Ancestors.

"Of course I haven’t forgotten,"

Mu Fanyin sneered. "This divine ability was not created by you; you stole it from Burial World Palace, and you thought I wouldn’t remember?"

"…"

Zhuge Qinmo was exposed; embarrassment flashed across his expression.

"I have surpassed the master and exceeded his attainment," Zhuge Qinmo retorted coldly. "Is Li Xieyun of Burial World Palace stronger than me?"