Hu~
The air seemed to still instantly, so silent you could hear a pin drop.
"Who…"
Gongyang Yan's heart trembled, and he looked back.
He saw the hunched figure slowly turn around.
It was a Daoist whose age couldn't be discerned. His long face bore no traces of time, only a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.
This was an unremarkable Daoist, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, except for his face, which was long enough to rival the big flowery donkey he had raised for over two hundred years.
No, even longer than that...
"Where did this expert come from..."
Tu Ba's mouth twitched, spilling wine all over the ground, his heart sinking.
This donkey-faced Daoist appeared like a ghost, and was so unassuming that he hadn't even noticed someone sitting next to him.
Undoubtedly, another great master.
Cai Xiaobai also cautiously picked up the cat, glanced at Tu Ba, and almost burst into tears.
The world outside the mountain was too scary...
"How can human calculations match Heaven's plans? There are many supernatural powers that defy fate, but throughout history, who has ever defied Heaven, and who has ever changed their fate?"
The donkey-faced Daoist slowly raised his head, his tone low and hoarse, "Great power resides within the sleeve, endless the five-colored divine light. How astonishing and brilliant were those two, but where are they now?"
As he spoke, the donkey-faced Daoist's thoughts wandered.
Could the person before him, adorned with five-colored divine light, be related to that person from the past...
"But you, you survived..."
An Qisheng's gaze was deep and somber as he looked at the donkey Daoist, or rather, Lu Daoist.
The various pieces of information he had gleaned with the Daoyi Diagram flowed forth.
This donkey-faced Daoist was precisely the Lu Daoist he had glimpsed in the underground palace, using Wu Feijing's spiritual imprint as a guide.
An old demon who had experienced the 'Phoenix Emperor's Campaign against Heaven'.
"Just barely clinging to life. Besides, it seems Daoist friend awakened even earlier than I did."
Lu Daoist's eyes flashed, becoming even more certain that the Daoist before him must have had his body 'seized' by some old acquaintance.
Otherwise, how would he recognize him?
An Qisheng was speechless. The old demon seemed to have some misunderstanding, but he didn't bother to correct him, saying calmly:
"You've been lurking in this city, waiting for me, I presume?"
Lu Daoist's whereabouts naturally couldn't escape him.
In fact, he had sensed Lu Daoist's presence months ago, which was why he hadn't gone to the deserted underground palace.
Instead, he came to Canglu City.
"Yes, and no."
Lu Daoist's expression was wooden, as if he rarely showed emotion, or perhaps he was forcibly suppressing it: "However, since Daoist friend said you would come to my door, I had no choice but to wait here."
"Oh?"
An Qisheng casually placed his hand on Gongyang Yan's shoulder, signaling him to sit down, his tone deep: "Knowing I was coming, yet you didn't run. You are very confident."
An Qisheng's tone was calm, but as his voice echoed, the atmosphere in the tavern became even more solidified.
Not to mention Gongyang Yan, even Tu Ba and Cai Xiaobai, who had quietly slipped away at the sight of the donkey-faced Daoist, couldn't help but tremble.
"Why must Daoist friend be so hostile? We have struggled to survive until now, the last thing we should do is kill each other..."
Lu Daoist's eyes narrowed as if he were about to erupt, but in the end, he let out a long sigh: "Not many survived the battle back then..."
An Qisheng asked: "How many survived like you?"
"Perhaps there are not many left now."
Lu Daoist shook his head slightly: "But since you and I could survive, those people may not have truly died completely..."
There is great terror between life and death.
This is not only true for ordinary people, whether gods, demons, or monsters, all living beings fear death, and that is precisely why they are not so easy to kill.
"So?"
An Qisheng's heart stirred.
Entering dreams of various realms, he had witnessed too many paths of cultivation. Although these paths differed in emphasis, they shared a common point.
That is, the higher one cultivates, the farther one is from death. In other words, the more powerful the cultivator, the more difficult it is to kill them.
This was true in the Jiu Floating Realm, the Human Realm, the Wanyang Realm, and even more so in the Huangtian Realm.
"So, I have no malice."
Lu Daoist's tone was gentle, conveying goodwill: "I came here for two reasons. First, to apologize for the previous misunderstanding, and second, to invite Daoist friend to work with me."
"Apologize?!"
Before An Qisheng could speak, Gongyang Yan could no longer restrain himself, his eyes wide with anger: "You destroyed my entire Hunnimen sect, and now you come to apologize?! How can it be so easy!"
Gongyang Yan was extremely angry.
He wasn't stupid. From the donkey-faced Daoist's words, he had already guessed that the destruction of Hunnimen must be related to this person!
"Hmm?"
Only then did Lu Daoist notice the three-inch-tall old Daoist next to An Qisheng. Faced with the accusation, he was neither pleased nor displeased, merely glancing at Gongyang Yan.
Then he looked at An Qisheng, his eyelids twitching:
"Does Daoist friend also care about such trivial matters?"
He naturally felt anger at being questioned by a junior who hadn't even formed his Dan, but recalling the unparalleled style of the five-colored divine light in his memory.
His anger vanished like foam under the scorching sun.
That was the five-colored divine light...
"Trivial matters..."
An Qisheng raised his hand, stopping the furious Gongyang Yan from speaking, his gaze growing colder: "There are no trivial matters between life and death."
Lu Daoist had already achieved the Dharmakaya in ancient times, and had only recently awakened. He naturally wouldn't have been the one to destroy the entire Hunnimen sect.
However, he couldn't escape responsibility.
"Daoist friend actually cares about a few insignificant cultivators?"
Seeing An Qisheng's unyielding expression, Lu Daoist's face twitched, seemingly unable to comprehend: "It was just borrowing a body..."
He had seen too much life and death, and didn't care about the survival or death of anyone other than himself, let alone a few unknown humans.
"Hmm..."
Lu Daoist's long eyebrows twitched, but he suppressed his agitation, extending a hand towards Gongyang Yan: "Write the names and birthdates of those who died unjustly in your sect on my hand."
"Wh-what?"
Looking at the yellowed palm, Gongyang Yan seemed to realize something, his eyes widening, his anger instantly dissipating, his heart pounding uncontrollably:
"You, you..."
There are thousands of supernatural powers in the world, and among them is a type that can revive the dead...
"In ancient times, a ghost realm descended from the sky, its resentment and hatred shaking the heavens and the earth. All sorts of powerful experts were helpless... Later, it was said that a sage took action, banishing that ghost realm into a dimension, but every night, the two realms would overlap, allowing yin and yang to interact..."
Lu Daoist's eyelids drooped, barely maintaining a tone that wasn't too stiff: "If you write the names and birthdates, I can take action and ask the Lord of Fengdu City for a few souls!"
Having said that, Lu Daoist paused, not caring about Gongyang Yan's surprised joy, and looked at An Qisheng expressionlessly:
"Is that enough?"
His tone was still calm, but everyone, including Gongyang Yan, felt a chill in their hearts, feeling that the donkey-faced Daoist's aura was like a volcano about to erupt.
It had been suppressed to the limit.
"The yin and yang realms, the Lord of Fengdu City..."
An Qisheng thoughtfully glanced at the darkening sky.
In the Earth Immortal Realm, ghosts and monsters roam every night. It's better in the city, but in the wilderness, a hundred ghosts often walk at night. Without cultivation, even a large group of people would be eaten clean.
He naturally knew this.
But listening to Lu Daoist's words, he couldn't help but think of the Underworld in the Human Realm, and of Gu Changfeng.
The Lord of Fengdu City?
As his thoughts raced, An Qisheng seemed oblivious to the anger of the donkey-faced Daoist before him, his tone remaining unchanged:
"Not enough."
Boom!
As if a hurricane howled, the entire tavern trembled instantly.
Tu Ba and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they vanished from the tavern in a flash. Having had several experiences, they had no intention of watching the battle.
"Heh~"
Lu Daoist's face twitched wildly, and there was finally no trace of warmth in his eyes: "Does Daoist friend truly want to make things difficult for me? Is there no room for negotiation?"
He believed that he had lowered his stance to the minimum, retreating again and again, but still received such a response.
At this moment, Lu Daoist could barely suppress the anger in his heart!
If not for the unforgettable impression that the five-colored divine light had left on him.
He would have erupted.
But even with the deterrence of the five-colored divine light still present, his patience was about to be exhausted.
Looking at the almost berserk Lu Daoist before him, An Qisheng was slightly surprised. Having seen Lu Daoist's fate, he naturally knew that Lu Daoist's temperament was extremely violent.
'It seems that the five-colored divine light left a deep impression on him in that battle...'
As his thoughts flashed, An Qisheng stopped teasing this donkey and said, "Do you know what the 'Refining Law Hall' has been doing all these years, relying on old demons like you, who are muddleheaded, half-dead, and half-alive?"
Months ago, he used Wu Feijing as a guide to spy on the person behind him, and obtained two things. In addition to Lu Daoist, there was another person.
That person's cultivation was far inferior to Lu Daoist's, but his sinister and ruthless nature was far superior.
"Hmm? Zhang Longfu?"
Lu Daoist's eyes flickered, forcibly suppressing his anger, his voice cold: "What can a junior Dharmakaya who relies on our aura to survive do?"
Whether it was faking death or reviving, it was by no means an easy task, even for someone of his cultivation.
Zhang Longfu, the master of the Refining Law Hall, was the contingency plan he had left behind.
"Cultivation doesn't determine everything..."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly, raising his hand as he spoke.
Buzz~
Visible wrinkles spread around his palm, instantly transforming into a void.
Several disheveled figures fell from the hole, landing on the ground like mud, screaming and groaning.
"These people..."
Lu Daoist frowned. These disheveled figures had weak auras and extremely poor cultivation, without even a trace of supernatural power. He naturally didn't recognize them.
But he was proficient in calculations, and in a flash of thought, he had already calculated the identities and origins of these people.
Boom!
In the next instant, Lu Daoist's expression changed drastically, his aura surging as he crushed those people into dust, his tone cold and filled with rage:
"How dare you deceive me, you dog-like things!"