69novels Chapter 108 Authority, the Authority to Control the World
Chapter 108 Authority, the Authority to Control the World
Chapter 108 Authority, the Authority to Control the World
Han Li then led the Blood Refining Hall group off the ship. He glanced at Russell's face, which looked like he was enjoying the show, and shook his head helplessly.
However, he couldn't just stand by and watch. Zhang Xiaofan had already completed his ultimate evolution, and he might need his help with matters of the heart later.
After all, he could never give up on Nangong Wan, and as for Zi Ling, since she was that person's reincarnation, he could not let her go either.
He immediately raised his hand and gently patted the storage bag at his waist. The storage bag suddenly flew up and hovered in mid-air. The mouth of the bag opened and closed. First, it swallowed the huge black ship on the shore and it was taken into it in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace. Then, it spat out a petite figure and landed in front of everyone.
It was Xiaoyu's body sitting cross-legged.
"I love you so much, Brother Han!" Xiaoyu made a heart shape with her hands at Han Li, and then couldn't wait to crawl into his body.
This scene caused quite a stir among the crowd. Not only were Biyao and Youji surprised, but even the group from Qingyun Sect turned their heads to look.
They had never seen such a technique before, which could make a person's soul leave their body while they were still alive, as if they were an ordinary person. After this interruption, Biyao shifted her gaze away from Zhang Xiaofan, and Lu Xueqi's gaze no longer fell on Zhang Xiaofan's profile.
Only Tian Ling'er, who had remained detached from the battlefield from the beginning, curiously approached Zhang Xiaofan and whispered, "Xiaofan, what kind of magic is this? It's incredibly powerful!"
"I don't know either." Zhang Xiaofan shook his head. Of course, he knew what he should and shouldn't say.
Under everyone's gaze, Xiaoyu slowly opened her eyes, adjusted to the light for a moment, then stood up, stretched lazily, her bones cracking with a crisp sound, and a look of pure joy spread across her face: "Finally back!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Her vision went black, and her body went limp as she fell backward.
Russell reacted quickly, catching her before she fell and pulling her into his arms.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward nervously, his face full of worry.
Han Li's expression also tightened. He quickly stepped forward, placed one hand on Xiao Yu's forehead, and probed her with his divine sense before letting out a sigh of relief. He then took out a pill and fed it to Xiao Yu, explaining, "It's nothing, she's just asleep."
According to him, Xiaoyu's soul strength was still shallow. For the past half month, she had been using the power of the talisman to maintain her form. Now that the power of the talisman has returned, her soul has lost its support, so she naturally needs to sleep well to recover. She will be fine after she wakes up.
As he spoke, he glanced at the distant mountains shrouded in night: "We still need to set up camp as soon as possible to prevent anyone from disturbing us."
Upon hearing this, You Ji also extended an invitation: "If you all do not mind, you may stay at my Ghost King Sect's camp."
Biyao chimed in, "Nowadays, all the major sects of both the righteous and demonic paths are gathered on Liubo Mountain. The best spots have already been taken. Since you're new here, you won't be able to find a suitable campsite anytime soon. Why don't you come back to the Ghost King Sect with us? I can guarantee that it will be absolutely safe."
Ha, you demonic witch, so eloquent and full of empty talk—Lu Xueqi sneered inwardly. For some reason, seeing Biyao made her feel a surge of anger. If it weren't for the grand plan to destroy demons, she would have already drawn her sword to kill her.
Han Li looked at Russell, who didn't try to stop him and readily agreed: "That's fine then. I'll trouble you two to lead the way."
Biyao got her wish, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, and a small smile appeared on her lips: "No problem."
In less than a quarter of an hour, the group rode their magical artifacts and arrived above the Ghost King Sect's camp.
From a bird's-eye view, the camp was built against the mountain and was quite large. The camp was brightly lit, and one could vaguely see disciples patrolling back and forth. The location was indeed well chosen, with the mountain wall behind it, an open area in front, and trees on both sides for cover, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Inside the main business account.
Ghost King, Azure Dragon, and Mr. Ghost were standing in front of the sand table of Liubo Mountain, arguing endlessly.
The Kui Niu only appears once every three thousand years. If they miss this opportunity, they don't have three thousand years to wait. Therefore, this matter needs to be carefully planned, taking into account all possible variables, so as not to lose everything if they are not careful.
Suddenly, all three of them tensed up.
"Someone's coming." Qinglong raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the outside of the tent: "It's a master."
The Ghost King nodded slightly, his gaze deep and serious: "Go out and take a look."
The three figures swayed and instantly leaped out of the tent, standing on the open ground.
Looking up, one can see figures descending from the night sky.
The leader was none other than the Vermilion Bird Saint Envoy You Ji, and her daughter Bi Yao.
The Ghost King frowned almost imperceptibly, his gaze passing over them and landing on the crowd.
His gaze lingered on Russell for a moment, then shifted to Han Li beside him, and finally swept over the group of men, women, and children of varying ages and auras behind them. Only then did he step forward, cup his hands in greeting, and ask, "May I ask which sect you two belong to, and what brings you to my Ghost King Sect?"
Youji immediately stepped forward and introduced their identities to each other. Upon hearing that Han Li, Russell and the others were elders of the Blood Refining Hall, a trace of solemnity flashed in the depths of her eyes, but her expression remained unchanged. She exchanged pleasantries with them and finally instructed Fu Biyao to take them down to rest.
Once Russell and the others had disappeared between the tents, the Ghost King withdrew his gaze and turned to the Azure Dragon beside him.
"Brother Qinglong," his voice lowered a few decibels, "if I remember correctly, the current head of the Blood Refining Hall should be Elder Nian."
Qinglong nodded: "That's right, it's Elder Nian. He just mastered the Crimson Demon Eye before the New Year and led more than a dozen Blood Refining Hall disciples back to the Central Plains from the Holy Temple."
As the leader of the four great holy envoys of the demonic path, Qinglong was very familiar with the details of each sect in the Holy Temple, especially paying special attention to sects like the Blood Refining Hall, which had an awkward position.
"That ugly man in the crowd just now was the eldest brother," Yu Ji said at the right moment.
Mr. Ghost, who had been observing from the sidelines, became interested: "This is interesting. The hall master is in front, but the two elders are the ones in charge. Could it be that the hall master has been sidelined?"
"Well, you have to have some style," Qinglong joked. "There are only a handful of big cats and small cats. If I had that kind of skill, I'd rather set up my own mountain."
"Can you please let me finish before you consider things?" Youji sighed softly and then recounted everything that had happened in the past hour, along with the information she had gleaned from Russell. "I see." After listening, the Ghost King remained silent for a moment, then suddenly revealed a look of realization: "I'm afraid the Black-Hearted Ancestor foresaw that his lineage would be purged after his death, so he left behind two lineages, one overt and one covert. Overtly, it's the branch of Elder Nian, while covertly, there's another direct line. No wonder Elder Nian insisted on returning to the Central Plains at this time; he probably received a message from them."
"If that's the case, it does make sense." Qinglong thought about it and agreed that it was indeed true. His tone was also full of praise: "Truly worthy of being called the Black-Hearted Old Man, his thinking is so profound. No wonder he was able to unify the Holy Sect back then."
Youji looked at the Ghost King and asked, "So how should we deal with them? Should we strike first, or just watch them develop further?"
"Just treat them as guests." Ghost King smiled faintly, with a hint of confidence: "If we want to restore the glory of Blood Refining Hall, then we must settle the scores with the major sects from back then. Our Ghost King Sect didn't get involved in this back then. The one who should be worried is that old poisoner from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. We just need to sit back and watch the tigers fight."
Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't have the confidence to take down Russell and his team for the time being.
Having studied the second volume of the Heavenly Book for many years, his divine sense had become extremely sensitive. He sensed an aura of death on Russell and Han Li.
Furthermore, since they possess the Xuanhuo Mirror, a supreme treasure, he would not antagonize them unless absolutely necessary. At least until the Four Spirits Blood Array is completed, he would not act rashly.
Qinglong and Youji exchanged a glance and nodded in unison: "Understood."
Inside the tent, Xiaoyu was placed on soft bedding, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly. Han Li left Li Feiyu to guard her, while he and Russell went to the highest peak.
The night was deep, and the moonlight, like a veil, enveloped the entire Ghost King Sect camp.
Here you can overlook the entire panorama below, and a gentle mountain breeze carries the salty scent of the sea and the aroma of the forest.
Russell stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the bright campfire below the mountain.
Zhang Xiaofan was sitting by the fire, the firelight illuminating his slightly honest face. Beside him, Tian Ling'er was very close, one hand supporting her chin. On the other side, Lu Xueqi sat upright like a lotus. They were talking about something fun, and Tian Ling'er was laughing so hard she was doubled over. Even Lu Xueqi, who had a cool demeanor, covered her face and chuckled softly, her eyebrows curving into crescents. They looked very harmonious.
Just then, a figure in emerald green happened to pass by between the tents.
Biyao walked with her hands behind her back, her steps leisurely as if she were just taking a casual stroll, but her eyes kept drifting towards the campfire. When she got closer, she paused, as if hesitating whether to continue on her way.
Lu Xueqi's smile vanished almost instantly, returning to her aloof and unapproachable demeanor. Tian Ling'er also stopped smiling because of the other party's identity as the young master of the Ghost King Sect, her expression becoming more distant. Only Zhang Xiaofan seemed completely unconcerned, waving to Biyao in their direction.
Biyao smiled slightly and walked over without hesitation, sitting down in the empty seat opposite Zhang Xiaofan.
Seeing this, Tian Ling'er and Lu Xueqi could no longer say anything.
Four people sat around the campfire, the flickering firelight illuminating their profiles, each lost in their own thoughts.
"This is youth—"
On the hilltop, Russell gazed at this scene and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He had read the novel more than once, so why hadn't he ever experienced enlightenment in Longchang?
Han Li glanced at him sideways, a strange look in his eyes. If he remembered correctly, Russell was not yet thirty. However, noticing the envious and jealous expression on Russell's face, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, then said seriously, "Now that things have developed to this point, how should we guide Xiao Fan to discover the truth about Grass Temple Village?"
The reason I didn't tell Zhang Xiaofan before was because I was worried he would become possessed by evil. But now, looking at Zhang Xiaofan, he should be capable of bearing the truth.
Russell's expression immediately changed, his gaze remaining fixed on the honest-looking figure at the foot of the mountain: "We can't be the ones to bring this up; we have to let those monks expose it themselves."
Han Li raised an eyebrow. Not only was it a problem how to expose the monks, but also how Zhang Xiaofan could continue to infiltrate the demonic path after being exposed. However, seeing Russell's confident demeanor, he didn't ask any further questions.
Anyway, this guy has a system attached to him. If you really piss him off, it's not impossible that he might pull out a Great Luo Golden Immortal character card and wipe everyone out.
Leaving that topic aside, Han Hanli turned to Luo Su and talked about the three paths in the Heavenly Treasure Vault: "Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Luo, are you planning to walk the True Martial Path?"
Russell shook his head, the moonlight shining on his face, revealing a mysterious smile.
He turned around, looked at Han Li seriously, and asked, "Brother Han, do you think it's possible that these three paths are actually one path?"
Han Li was stunned for a moment, his mind suddenly exploding. He seemed to understand some things, but there were still many things he couldn't understand.
"Smack."
Russell snapped his fingers lightly.
The next moment, Han Li felt a blur before his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be pulled by an irresistible force, falling into a state of chaos.
When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in a strange space. There was no sun, moon, or stars, no heaven or earth, only boundless chaotic energy flowing slowly. At the center of this chaos, Russell stood in mid-air, radiating a faint glow, as if he were the center of the world, the sole ruler.
He opened his arms, his voice echoing in the void: "Welcome to my world."
That feeling lasted only a moment.
The next instant, the scenery before Han Li's eyes changed abruptly, and he was back on the mountaintop, with the night wind and moonlight still present.
Russell plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Damn it—" he cursed, "This is fucking exhausting! I can't even show off!"
Han Li paused for a moment, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked, "How did you come up with that?"
Russell didn't answer immediately. He caught his breath, took an empty bottle from his pocket, and casually tossed it to Han Li.
Han Li took it, looked down, and saw two large characters on the bottle that stood out prominently: "Kidney Tonic".
Han Li: "?"
Russell grinned, saying that the products of comedy anime are indeed beyond the comprehension of common sense.
This kidney tonic really works!
One bottle of the drink refreshed him, and after finishing it, he immediately understood the ultimate destination of these three seemingly disparate paths—power, the power to control the world.
And this is something he happens to have right now, after his transaction with Lu Mingze.
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