Chapter 77: Divine Temple Arc (Complete)

In the end, Leng Yin failed to last even three moves against Tu Hexiangchu and was easily defeated.

During the exchange, Fu Wuxuan did not help at all, nor did he intervene in any way. He simply watched from the sidelines.

The gap between an A-Rank Spiritual Ability User and an S-Rank Spiritual Ability User was only one major rank, but it felt like an insurmountable chasm.

The moment Leng Yin had spat out his harsh words and challenged Tu Hexiangchu to a fight, he had already lost utterly and completely.

Fu Wuxuan looked at Leng Yin, who knelt on the ground in a disheveled state, and shook his head with a sigh. “I thought that after becoming the Divine Temple’s High Priest, you’d matured a bit, made some progress.”

“Other matters are fine, but anything involving Leng Xian, and you turn into the same stubborn, unheeding fool you always were. Others turn back after hitting a wall—you keep smashing into it until your head is bloody.”

What Fu Wuxuan said was rather infuriating, but his tone carried no mockery. It was exceptionally serious, and those slightly amorous eyes held only world-weariness.

Leng Yin sneered coldly. “And how are you any better? What gives you the right to lecture me?”

Fu Wuxuan reverted to his usual roguish demeanor, his tone utterly provoking. “That line of yours packs a punch—provided you’re not saying it while kneeling to me.”

Leng Yin: “…”

In the end, with Fu Wuxuan’s permission, Tu Hexiangchu made copies of some of the contents from the Archives.

Fu Wuxuan did not keep the Archives himself. Instead, he stuffed them into Leng Yin’s arms. “Here, yours.”

Leng Yin snarled with feigned ferocity, though a faint, almost imperceptible pain lurked in his fierce gaze. “Don’t play the hypocrite. Think this makes me grateful to you? Even if Strategy God Heavens might have killed my brother, you’re still a suspect. Until the truth comes out, I’ll see you as my enemy and hunt you to the ends of the earth.”

Fu Wuxuan smiled at him, but the expression held no real emotion. “Then come and kill me—if you have what it takes.”

Eventually, the group left the conference room.

Worried that Leng Yin might chase after him and attack, Fu Wuxuan slipped away first.

With the Divine Temple matter more or less resolved, it was time for him to move on to the next step.

He had originally planned to meet with Shen Le, the leader of Strategy God Heavens, but Leng Xian’s death linking back to them made a visit unavoidable now.

Before that, however, he needed to find Yun Xueqing.

“Fu Wuxuan.”

Fu Wuxuan turned and saw Wu Xue appear before him, her face expressionless.

His previously somber mood lightened abruptly, and he chuckled. “No manners. Call me brother.”

Wu Xue ignored him. “Fu Wuxuan, I’m going to Strategy God Heavens with you.”

The smile faded from Fu Wuxuan’s face. “What are you doing heading to a place that dangerous?”

Wu Xue’s face remained impassive, and she was as terse as ever in front of her own brother. “Organization orders.”

Fu Wuxuan’s expression changed drastically. “Bureau Chief Tu He didn’t tell you to infiltrate disguised and contact Shen Le, did he? He knows full well… How could he assign you something so dangerous? I need to have a word with him.”

Wu Xue tuned him out and turned toward Cold Edge Town.

She had been to Strategy God Heavens before and was somewhat familiar with it, so she knew they had a branch there.

The road to Cold Edge Town was not far; half a day’s drive would do it.

Upon arriving in Cold Edge Town, Fu Wuxuan immediately released his Spirit Energy to scan for nearby Weird Power fluctuations, searching for surrounding Weird Domains.

Wu Xue saw through his intentions and frowned. “You’ve undergone Weirdification before. Even if you’ve barely recovered, you shouldn’t recklessly use your Spirit Energy.”

Fu Wuxuan shook his head, feigning nonchalance. “Just a tiny bit of drain. It’ll be fine.”

Wu Xue cut him off firmly. “Let me.”

Without waiting for his agreement, she unleashed her own Spirit Energy, expanding the search range on her own.

With someone doing the free labor for him, Fu Wuxuan happily stood idle, withdrawing his Spirit Energy to await Wu Xue’s results.

But before Wu Xue’s report came in, Yun Xueqing found him first.

Seeing Yun Xueqing’s tattered clothes and the various wounds covering his body, Fu Wuxuan was first stunned, then his eyes betrayed involuntary heartache—even as he cursed. “That damn Leng Yin! Sending you to a place like that! I’m going to settle the score with him!”

Before Fu Wuxuan could act, Yun Xueqing grabbed him and shook his head. “It has nothing to do with him. The place he sent me to was indeed just a low-level Weird Domain.”

Fu Wuxuan hesitated. “Then how did you end up like this… Was the Anomalous Domain Lord that strong?”

Yun Xueqing shook his head. “The Lord of the Weird wasn’t particularly strong. I was just unlucky.”

“Unlucky?”

Yun Xueqing nodded. “Not terribly unlucky. I just ran into the Calamity God in that Weird Domain.”

Fu Wuxuan: “…”

Surviving that was sheer luck.

Wu Xue, who had overheard: “…”

Must have solid connections in the underworld.

Only then did Fu Wuxuan notice that Yun Xueqing’s wounds were all blade cuts, and his clothes looked slashed by a knife.

Fu Wuxuan’s eyes suddenly widened. “You blocked the Calamity Blade!”

Yun Xueqing shook his head, though his eyes gleamed intensely. “Not entirely.”

The Calamity God had slashed at him only once—a strike brilliant and ruthless, laced with the chill of death, fierce enough to cleave through an entire Weird Domain.

And in the end, it had indeed shattered the entire Weird Domain.

The blade qi swept outward. The Anomalous Domain Lord died on the spot, and every living thing in the Weird Domain had its head severed—leaving only Yun Xueqing alive, locking eyes with the Calamity God.

If Yun Xueqing hadn’t weathered several Weird Domains before and absorbed considerable Spirit Energy—restoring his Dantian and meridians by about seventy or eighty percent—he truly wouldn’t have withstood that blow.

He had the misfortune of encountering the Calamity God, but the fortune that it struck only once. Even more fortunate, he survived without grievous injury.

Yet that single slash made him acutely aware of an S-Rank Weird’s might.

Even hours later, those profound blue eyes—like fathomless abysses infused with divinity—remained seared into Yun Xueqing’s mind, imprinting a soul-shaking terror. As if warning him: Do not gaze upon gods.

S-Rank Weirds perhaps could no longer be called mere Weirds; they were closer to divine existences.

Yun Xueqing did not dwell on the Calamity God’s power, brushing it off lightly.

Fu Wuxuan assumed the Calamity God simply had no intent to kill, and thus let Yun Xueqing go. He let out a huge sigh of relief. “Good thing you’re okay. Otherwise, I’d slice that Leng Yin into lung slices for a hotpot.”

The more he spoke, the angrier he got. “That guy’s probably not far. I’m going to beat him senseless first.”

Yun Xueqing stopped him. “It was my fated tribulation. Don’t you have important business?”

Fu Wuxuan’s reason returned, and he recalled his priorities. A thought struck him. “How did you pinpoint me so precisely? Telepathy?”

Yun Xueqing’s tone was flat. “Immortal Seeking Technique.”

Fu Wuxuan had forgotten about that secret art of his. He asked casually, “What of mine did you use to track me?”

Yun Xueqing answered honestly. “A strand of hair.”

Things like hair were the easiest for locating a target’s true body.

“A hair? My hair?” Fu Wuxuan teased. “You actually kept a strand of my hair?”

Yun Xueqing felt a rare twinge of guilt, averting his gaze and refusing to meet Fu Wuxuan’s eyes. He changed the subject. “What happened while I was gone?”

Mentioning it soured Fu Wuxuan’s mood again. He recounted everything clearly: Leng Yin’s impersonation of him, and the Archives left by Leng Xian.

Yun Xueqing frowned, murmuring as fragments flashed through his mind.

When Fu Wuxuan mentioned the line in Leng Xian’s Archives—”The apocalypse is irreversible, the Weird unsolvable, no path for the living”—Yun Xueqing eerily recalled something.

He said, “Do you remember Li Yulin from the Blue Castle?”

Fu Wuxuan: “Of course.”

Though he didn’t like the sly Li Yulin, they had traveled together for a stretch, so he wouldn’t forget so quickly.

Yun Xueqing’s expression grew grave. When discussing something so crucial, his speech quickened unconsciously. “During the King’s Game, in the illusion inside, right before he died, he said something cryptic to me. I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you before Strategy God Heavens took me.”

Recalling it now brought back Li Yulin’s final look of utter helplessness—as if all hope had been drained from him, plunging him into inescapable despair.

What terrible despair could drive a survivor like Li Yulin, who clung to life at any cost, to embrace death?

Seeing Yun Xueqing’s expression, Fu Wuxuan knew it was significant and grew serious. “What did he say?”

Yun Xueqing met Fu Wuxuan’s eyes, enunciating each word. “He said, ‘The Lord of the Weird will descend in the twelfth month.'”