How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 25

Chapter 25: The Unwed Wife of the Favored Son of Heaven (Part 5)

A group of young men with swords moved through the black fog.

The Wangyou Tavern was in the eastern suburbs of the city, near the post station, and the surroundings were deserted.

Along the way, Hu Guangsan fanned himself and explained in detail as he walked, “As soon as we entered the city, we were teleported to the vicinity of the Great Desolate Mountain. For some reason, the mountain was full of demons. Senior Brother Mu led us forward, fighting and retreating.”

He frowned. “It wasn’t easy to break out of the encirclement… but we encountered an evil cultivator from a Taoist sect on the way.”

“That evil cultivator was with a Wind-drinking Immortal. Senior Brother Mu said that their spiritual power was strong and their aura was strange, so we followed them here.”

Behind Hu Guangsan, the immortal sect disciples listened to his description with worry.

A disciple of the Chiyan Sect added from the side, “That’s right. We suspected that the two of them were the culprits of the strange movements here. When we came here, we indeed saw a sword-forging furnace underground, and the aura inside was that of a living person.”

“Such an evil act is against the way of heaven.” the disciple said, “But our cultivation is limited, and we didn’t dare to act rashly. We were also worried that they would escape. Senior Brother Mu led a group to guard it, and we hurried out to get reinforcements…”

“…” Xie Yibai led Yu Lin forward, his expression cold, his brow furrowed in thought.

When they mentioned the evil cultivator from a Taoist sect and the Wind-drinking Immortal, his expression gradually became a little strange.

After he finished listening, he nodded, swept a glance over the disciples with no expression, and suddenly asked, “I remember… there’s a basic course on identifying illusion formations…”

Yu Lin turned his head, pressed his lips together slightly, and suddenly reached out and scratched his palm.

Xie Yibai: “…”

Xie Yibai was stunned for a moment, turned his head away slightly, and swallowed the “did you even pass?” that was on the tip of his tongue.

In front of the Wangyou Tavern, Mu Zhihe stood with his sword in his arms, his expression solemn as he glanced into the door.

Inside, the fire was raging, and pungent black smoke was constantly billowing out. At the door, a few young girls were coughing from the smoke, their eyes slightly red.

Seeing this, Hu Guangsan and the others hurried over. Although they were not from the same sect and were just a temporary team, the anxiety on their faces was not fake. “Senior Brother Mu, how is it?”

He pulled Mu Zhihe around in a circle. The young sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up straight to tidy up his appearance, the tips of his ears slightly red. “It’s fine. It’s an illusion.”

“An illusion?” Hu Guangsan was also stunned.

In the tavern, the fire in the sword-forging furnace was raging, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.

A wave of heat came over them without any warning, almost melting their spiritual power.

Yu Lin was held by the waist and pushed back.

In a crackling sound of fire, he heard a low, soft whisper, blurry and indistinct, like the chirping of a cicada.

Yu Lin was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes lifted slightly, as if he had sensed something, and he looked back.

The soaring firelight came over, and the rolling heat wave brought them into the voice of the cicada woman.

The Wind-drinking Immortal clan’s spiritual power was strong, almost able to compete with the sun and moon. Although it took a hundred years to transform, and countless of them died along the way, once they transformed, they would surely be strong.

The overly strong spiritual power and the overly harsh cultivation conditions had brought disaster to this clan.

On the market street of Shannan City, a cold-faced Taoist who had come with a sword in his arms casually picked up a delicate bamboo cage.

The sect had a rule: to go down the mountain was to wipe out all demons. Therefore, under his sword, there were no survivors, not even a weak Wind-drinking Immortal.

A human-shaped weapon that had been raised with the power of an entire sect did not know what it meant to be soft-hearted.

Until this little cicada tried to make a human voice, opened its eyes, and lay trembling on the back of the Taoist’s hand, and begged him in a small voice, “Taoist, can you raise me before you eat me?”

She said, “I want to see the spring.”

She had opened her eyes in the summer and had missed the warmest season of the year.

But she longed for the season when the rainy roads were filled with flowers, the grass and trees were lush, and the mountains were full of spring colors.

The Taoist looked down at her, was silent for a moment, and agreed. He casually threw her on his scabbard.

He walked down the mountain, stopping and starting, with a sword and a cicada on his back.

And so, eight years passed.

In eight years, he had followed the sect’s rules and wiped out all demons, not daring to slack off for a single day. As for the noisy cicada on his scabbard, he had perhaps forgotten about it, or perhaps he didn’t care.

In short, he didn’t throw it away, nor did he say he would eat it.

One day, he came to a green mountain full of spring light, took off the sword that had never left his hand, picked up the cicada on the scabbard, and placed it on a lush green tree.

The cold-faced Taoist was like a sword without emotions. He stood with his sword in his arms, and his voice was also cold as he said, “Goodbye.”

The cicada on the tree looked at him in a daze, cautiously, not daring to say that she could already transform.

A transformed Wind-drinking Immortal was unparalleled in the world, so the Taoist didn’t discover that she had secretly followed him into the mountain gate.

He had been drugged by the people of his sect, and his demon-slaying sword bone had been dismantled. It was only when he was about to be thrown into the sword-forging furnace that he discovered this.

At that time, he was covered in blood, and his sword bone had been dismantled to pieces. He was in so much pain that he didn’t know what day it was.

His blood-stained eyelashes lifted slightly, and he saw a green, transparent-winged monster, mercilessly tearing apart the people of his sect.

“…” He was silent for a long time before he recognized that this thing was something he had raised himself.

The Wind-drinking Immortal’s spiritual power was strong, but after all, she had just transformed and had not fought with anyone. Under the siege of the crowd, she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The Taoist had lost his sword bone, his meridians were broken, and he had no fighting strength. It seemed that the two of them were about to die here.

The Taoist was silent for a moment, then suddenly used his blood as a talisman, and the talisman as a bone, and in the sword-forging furnace, he turned himself into a living corpse and completely entered the evil path.

He had lost his sword, but he seemed to be stronger than when he had a sword. No one in his sect was his match, and they could only watch as he left with the cicada woman.

They returned to the small city where they had first met, and lived in anonymity, stumbling along.

One day, the Taoist went out and saw an unwed couple kissing in a corner of a wall. He watched for a long time.

The cicada woman saw that he had not returned for a long time and sneakily came out to look for him. She also climbed the wall and watched for a long time.

The two of them, one up and one down, knew what was going on. They accidentally made eye contact, and their ears turned red.

Many years passed. The two of them lived a peaceful life. The cicada woman even had a child, which she carried in her belly and took with her wherever she went.

The Taoist had entered the Dao with blood and needed blood and flesh, so he would occasionally take on commissions to exorcise demons.

Unexpectedly, one day, he was commissioned by a resident and came to his destination, but what he saw was not a demon, but the panicked residents, the people of his sect, and a group of righteous immortal sect cultivators.

Evil demons and heretics should be killed by everyone.

He did not argue, but just led them to the vicinity of the Wangyou Tavern, and fought with all his blood and flesh. When he was about to die, a cicada’s chirp suddenly came from his ear.

The Wind-drinking Immortal clan was extremely fragile when they were pregnant. The cicada woman had used all her cultivation to give birth to and hide the child, and then she had jumped into the sword-forging furnace.

She had forged a new sword for the Taoist, the strongest sword in the world at that time.

The Taoist’s eyes were bloodshot. With this sword, he had slaughtered the Wangyou Tavern, the four seasons of spring in Yunzhou, and the entire Xiaoyao Sword Pavilion.

From then on, there was no spring in Yunzhou, and there was no more Xiaoyao Sword Pavilion in the world.

The Nine Provinces had one more cold-faced evil cultivator who was born lacking the seven emotions and six desires. Under his light-colored Taoist robe were layers and layers of bizarre talismans.

He carried a sword without a scabbard on his back and walked everywhere, looking for the legend of the Wind-drinking Immortal.

Legend had it that the Wind-drinking Immortal clan was immortal and was formed by spiritual power. If their spiritual power was scattered, it would take a hundred years to condense, and then they would be reborn.

In the last scene, the Taoist sat cross-legged under the lush green tree woven by the illusion in the city.

He was holding a small knife in his hand, the blade snow-white. He was silent, and he drew a blood line on his palm.

The blood line snaked up. He looked down at it, and then suddenly moved forward and gently pressed his palm on the tree in front of him.

“…”

***

The firelight that came over carried fragmented memories and trapped everyone in it.

When the heat wave receded and the formation was completely dispersed, the crowd woke up and found that the Wangyou Tavern and the sword-forging furnace in the illusion had all disappeared. In front of them was a vast expanse of white snow, with only a lonely teahouse.

The teahouse was dilapidated and seemed not to have been renovated for a long time. A few wooden planks were swaying in the cold wind, and the flag on the shop was half-broken and fluttering in the wind.

The shop assistant was alone in the vast snowfield. He was lowering his head to add fire to the stove. Just as he had stuffed in the dry firewood, he turned his head and saw a dozen or so people staring at him. His shoulders trembled, and he shivered with fear. “A ghost!”

When he recognized the immortal sect disciple uniforms on the dozen or so people, he scratched his head and was dazed again. “Ah, no… are you guests from outside? Little immortals?”

A group of immortal sect young people were already dizzy. They looked around blankly and, seeing that they were alone, they hurriedly crowded around and asked him, “You, you, you… how did you get out?”

The shop assistant was dazed. “Little immortal, what are you talking about? I’ve been here since I was born. My family has been running a teahouse in the suburbs of this city for generations?”

Someone couldn’t believe it. “How is that possible! What about the Wangyou Tavern? What about the sword-forging furnace? We were just now!”

The shop assistant smiled. “Little immortal, you must be joking. What sword furnace, what tavern…? There was a tavern dozens of years ago, but it was unlucky and has long been out of business.”

The assistant shook his head in a daze. “I’ve never even heard of a sword furnace in this Yunzhou.”

“…”

On the vast white snowfield, the withered branches had fallen, leaving only a little color under the teahouse.

Xie Yibai did not go over, his gaze slightly lowered, and his meridians were in dull pain.

There was a formation under this Yunzhou teahouse. It had been set up more than twenty years ago and had been hidden underground. For all these years, the residents of Yunzhou had not known about it.

This time, the formation had been accidentally triggered, and the entire Yunzhou had been trapped in it. They had only been lucky to see the past in the environment. Just now, the formation had fluctuated, and he had poured his sword energy into it. Although he had broken the formation and pulled Yunzhou out of the illusion, his meridians had also been damaged.

He stood upon the snowfield, his expression cold as frost and ice. He let the biting wind sweep across him, making his robe rustle.

Ding Canghai’s cold light was pressing, and it was buzzing behind him.

Yu Lin felt that something was wrong. He turned his head to look at him and frowned slightly.

He took a step forward, reached out his finger, and separated Xie Yibai’s tightly clenched hand, and held it in his palm to warm it.

Xie Yibai’s gaze moved slightly. He endured the pain of the sword energy running rampant in his body and lowered his eyes to look at him.

After a pause, he suddenly reached out, ruffled his head, and smiled. “It’s fine.”

He let out a light “tsk.” “The formation was broken just now, and the spiritual power collided. I blocked it, and some spiritual power poured in. The sword energy is a bit chaotic.”

He was a sword cultivator, and all the spiritual power in his body had been transformed into sword intent, which had collided with the spiritual power in the formation.

Yu Lin was stunned for a moment and asked with uncertainty, “You mean, the spiritual power in the formation just now… rushed into your meridians?”

“En.” Xie Yibai frowned, rubbed his wrist, and comforted him, “It’s fine. It’s already better.”

He was born with a sword bone and was exceptionally talented. It was not a big deal for him to be able to sort out his spiritual power.

But Yu Lin was not relaxed. He looked up at him, frowned slightly, and was a little hesitant.

Although he didn’t know the complete plot of this world, he was familiar with many of the script’s tropes.

A combination of human and demon, a born sword bone, strong spiritual power, absorbing spiritual energy, and… a child whose whereabouts were unknown.

When these keywords were connected, Yu Lin looked at the clueless Xie Yibai and was suddenly stunned. He pressed his lips together, took Xie Yibai’s hand, and hurried forward.

The snowfield was too slippery. He was walking in a hurry, and he stumbled and almost fell.

Xie Yibai quickly caught him and coaxed him in a low voice, “Don’t panic, don’t panic. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Yu Lin pressed his lips together, and his slender fingers tightly gripped his wrist bone. His amber eyes were full of seriousness.

He let out a light breath and said softly, “Xie Yibai, let’s go. To the eye of the formation in the city. We have to be quick.”

Xie Yibai was stunned for a moment, not understanding, but he still summoned Ding Canghai, held him and went up. The sword light moved, as swift as a meteor.

A hundred miles was reached in an instant. In front of the residence, it was completely different from the lush greenery in the illusion. The surroundings were a vast expanse of white snow.

The tree outside the fence was still the same, lush and green, with a handful of snow on its branches.

Yu Lin didn’t care about much. He pulled Xie Yibai and hurried over, panting lightly, and pushed open the door of the house.

Inside the door, a very beautiful green-haired woman was sitting on the steps, her gaze gentle, looking into the distance.

Hearing the sound, she was slightly stunned. She looked up and saw Xie Yibai and Yu Lin, and was stunned again.

Her eyes lifted slightly and looked at Xie Yibai.

After looking for a while, her gaze lifted and then fell. She curved her eyes and smiled, and asked softly, “What time is it… now?”

She asked, “Has a long time passed?”