Chapter 89: God Summoning Plan · Grand Finale (Part 2)

Tu Hexiangchu kept a poker face. “Then how can we resolve it?”

Fu Wuxuan gave him a strange look. “Didn’t you say flowing water is heartless?”

If the falling flower clings while the flowing water is indifferent, is that your lie?

Tu Hexiangchu shook his head. “He’s an S-Rank Oracle. If he degenerates into a Weird, we’ll not only lose a key asset but also face something incredibly difficult to deal with. Killing him would waste a massive amount of the Bureau’s manpower and resources.”

His expression remained impassive, his eyes showing no fluctuation. Fu Wuxuan detected no personal feelings or cracks in his facade on his face, so he had no choice but to accept his words.

Yun Xueqing shook his head and replied, “The Dragon Girl Bone is already embedded in your bodies, having become part of you. It can’t be removed. There’s only one way…”

“What way?”

Yun Xueqing said gravely, “Destroy all the Weirds and make this power that doesn’t belong in the human world disappear.”

Tu Hexiangchu impassively passed a death sentence on Zhongse. “He’s done for.”

It had been over two years since the apocalypse began, nearly three now, and so far, there was no effective way to deal with the Weirds.

How could they possibly make all the Weirds vanish in such a short time?

Yun Xueqing looked up at the sky, where dark, heavy clouds pressed down, blocking the light. It was the typical apocalyptic sky—nothing unusual.

As he gazed at the sky, he said softly, “We’ll know on December 25th.”

During this time, after meeting his master, he had felt deeply uneasy in his heart. Even after recovering his strength by retrieving his Natal Sword, that unease had peaked.

After hearing about Zhongse’s God Summoning Plan, that unease found a concrete source.

He pulled the Tianquan Sword from his Storage Space and recalled a memory of his time with Mei Qujun.

Back then, he had just come of age. In the Sword Pavilion, disciples who reached adulthood had the chance to select their Natal Sword from the pavilion.

But Yun Xueqing hadn’t had that opportunity because on the day he came of age, Mei Qujun had gifted him a sword.

That day, a gentle breeze blew under clear skies. Mei Qujun wore snow-white robes, his features soft, holding a sword in his hand.

Yun Xueqing was still a youth then, not yet mature and steady. When he saw the sword in his master’s hand, he could guess the surprise, and a smile broke uncontrollably across his face.

Sure enough, Mei Qujun presented the sword to him.

Yun Xueqing held the unusual black-and-white sword, feeling a powerful force surging within it, perfectly attuned to him. Overjoyed, he eagerly asked Mei Qujun, “Master, what is this sword called?”

Mei Qujun smiled and pointed to the sky. “This is a sword of the Heavenly Dao. I haven’t named it yet. The name should come from its master.”

Yun Xueqing was stunned. He knew his master was formidable, at the pinnacle of the world’s cultivation realms, just one step from ascension.

Even the moon in the sky could be cleaved down, but he hadn’t expected his master to be powerful enough to forge a sword by drawing on the power of the Heavenly Dao for him.

He immediately regarded Mei Qujun with deep respect. After a moment of contemplation, he said earnestly to his master, “Since it’s a sword of the Heavenly Dao, let’s take the character for ‘Heaven’ and name it ‘Tianquan.'”

…

The Tianquan Sword in his hand vibrated, pulling Yun Xueqing back to the present.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Yun Xueqing felt a complex mix of emotions. “Master, what exactly are you planning…”

But at this moment, there was nothing he could do. He could only wait until December 25th to see what Mei Qujun would do.

Waiting until the 25th would be too late, so he decided to head to Strategy God Heavens on the 24th.

When he set out, Tu Hexiangchu followed along, claiming it was to provide assistance.

Tu Hexiangchu had reported the recent events to Bureau Chief Li An, but the old man refused to believe such an absurd story or that the day deciding humanity’s fate was just over ten days away. He didn’t approve Tu Hexiangchu’s request for aid.

In truth, Tu Hexiangchu, who hadn’t faced Mei Qujun personally, didn’t fully believe the story either, but just in case, he came along as backup.

Evidently, Mei Qujun had anticipated their arrival. The gates of Strategy God Heavens stood wide open, and everyone had been dismissed. The vast place was empty.

Fu Wuxuan found it odd. “Logically, if he’s planning something big, he should gather forces. Why do the opposite?”

Yun Xueqing shook his head, stating objectively, “With my master’s power, even ten more of us combined wouldn’t stand a chance. He doesn’t need help.”

Fu Wuxuan: “…No need to be so pessimistic.”

Yun Xueqing pointed to the sky. “Just stating facts. He’s the one who came closest to the Heavenly Dao, albeit a thousand years ago.”

It was hard to say now; he couldn’t sense the depth of the other’s power.

Truth be told, even now, he still couldn’t accept that this cult leader was the same master who had taught him, “Do not entangle with the mortal world; sever karma, accumulate merits, and ascend early.”

Without mentioning the Heavenly Dao’s slumber, with all the evil deeds and harm done to so many, ascension was impossible.

He thought sadly when Mei Qujun emerged from the inner hall.

He wore white robes, standing in the empty Strategy God Heavens like a plum blossom in a winter night—elegantly pure. There was no hint that he was a great villain who had committed countless atrocities.

Seeing the group arrive, Mei Qujun swept his gaze over them. “Just three people? That’s looking down on me a bit too much.”

Yun Xueqing closed his eyes, unwilling to look. Tu Hexiangchu wasn’t one for words either. Surprisingly, Fu Wuxuan, facing the murderer of his friend, still had the mood to taunt him. “If you want a big crowd and fanfare, just issue a challenge to the Spiritual Energy Special Control Bureau. That stingy Bureau Chief won’t tolerate the provocation and will send a ton of people to kill you.”

“No need for that,” Mei Qujun said with a smile, his gaze falling on Yun Xueqing, filled with paternal affection that masked a trace of nostalgia. “As long as the ones who need to come are here, it’s fine.”

Without Yun Xueqing, the play couldn’t go on.

Fu Wuxuan raised an eyebrow. “Just say what you’re planning to do.”

“At this point, no need to hide anymore.” Mei Qujun flicked his sleeve, and thousands upon thousands of Weirds appeared before them.

Though Fu Wuxuan had already seen Ya Yin use a similar summoning technique, witnessing it now still shocked him.

Currently, Weirds were bound by the world’s laws and could only appear where Weird Domains descended. Only a small portion could exploit loopholes to escape the constraints and manifest in reality.

Yet Mei Qujun had summoned so many with just a flick of his sleeve?

How immense was his power?

Mei Qujun looked at the shocked trio and smiled faintly. “Before, to fuse humans and Weirds, I drove Oracles into Weird Domains. But now, I’ve found a way to bring Weirds into the real world.”

Once Weirds entered reality, they would instinctively hunt humans, infecting ordinary people who hadn’t become Oracles.

When ordinary people encountered Weirds, they would either be devoured, corrupted and Weirdified into more Weirds, or forced to evolve into Oracles.

This move was truly vicious.

Facing the layers upon layers of Weirds, Fu Wuxuan rubbed his forehead with a headache. “Looks like we’re really short on manpower.”

Tu Hexiangchu still wore his poker face. He pulled a signal gun from his bag and fired it into the sky.

Instantly, the pitch-black night sky lit up with the flare. Tu Hexiangchu unleashed his Spirit Energy, broadcasting his voice within a li radius: “Weirds have invaded the real world. All members, go on full alert. Don’t let a single Weird escape Cold Edge Town.”

Fu Wuxuan looked at him in surprise. “You brought backup… How many? Friends of yours?”

“Not many, a hundred. Bureau elites,” Tu Hexiangchu gave him a cold glance. “I’m the Vice Director, after all.”

As Vice Director, he at least had some authority.

Fu Wuxuan caught the implication and thought to himself that Mei Qujun’s schemes had indeed muddled his brain lately.

“One hundred people,” Mei Qujun chuckled lightly. “You’re underestimating us a bit… But you’re also underestimating me.”

He flicked his sleeve again, summoning even more Weirds.

Mei Qujun laughed. “I wonder if your hundred can hold off this army.”

Tu Hexiangchu frowned. “Capture the leader first!”

With that, he drew his gun.

Fu Wuxuan pulled out his Spinebone Whip. Yun Xueqing hesitated for a moment, not drawing the Tianquan Sword but instead retrieving the Calamity Blade he hadn’t used in a long time.

He truly didn’t want to use the Tianquan Sword gifted by his master to kill his master.

Seeing Yun Xueqing’s action, Mei Qujun shook his head. “You’re still… so soft-hearted.”

The moment he finished speaking, he appeared before Yun Xueqing in the next second!

At some point, Mei Qujun held a sword in his hand and pierced straight through Yun Xueqing’s shoulder!

Yun Xueqing cried out in pain and retreated hastily, putting distance between him and Mei Qujun.

Blood flowed from the wound on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, a small pool formed on the ground.

Yun Xueqing clutched his shoulder and looked at Mei Qujun with hurt in his eyes. “Master…”

“Xueqing, I apparently failed to teach you,” Mei Qujun’s tone remained gentle. “You must be ruthless to enemies, even if that enemy is me.”

Yun Xueqing’s heart shook at his words. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sadness had vanished, replaced by calm indifference.

He sheathed the Calamity Blade and drew the Tianquan Sword from his Storage Space.

Seeing him draw the sword, Mei Qujun’s lips curved slightly. He gripped the random longsword he had picked up. “Since you’re ready, let’s fight.”