Free Web NovelLu Yibei sat by the bed, looking at the Lingtai Pure Karma on the floor, her eyebrows almost twisted into a QR code, feeling exceptionally heavy-hearted.
Even now, recalling the figure of Li Xuan that had flashed before her eyes just moments ago, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.
Although, putting aside her aversion to the person Li Xuan, his appearance could be considered somewhat like an ancient-style handsome man.
But what Lu Yibei saw just now, that ferocious and twisted expression, could already be considered mental pollution.
And that suffocating sense of compression was also something she had never experienced before.
"Looking at it this way, that's the only option now, isn't it?"
Lu Yibei muttered to herself, bent down, picked up the Lingtai Pure Karma, laid it flat on her lap, concentrated her mind, and injected Spiritual Energy into it.
If she wanted to understand information about Da Chunyang Palace, she would have to get in touch with the Ancestor.
Therefore, she could only bite the bullet and try.
If it really didn't work... sorry, Li Gan Yuan (Officer Li), if I can't avoid fear, I can only find a way to overcome it! Lu Yibei thought.
...
Flowing light spread across the sword body, the sword tip trembled slightly, emitting a pleasant hum.
The moment a slight blur appeared before her eyes, Lu Yibei unhesitatingly interrupted the flow of Spiritual Energy.
She waited for a few seconds, repeated the trick, and then interrupted the flow of Spiritual Energy again.
This cycle repeated about sixty-odd times, each time increasing the duration by zero point a few seconds.
It was as if testing the temperature of foot-washing water, transitioning from the tip of the toes to the entire sole, and then gradually increasing the time spent immersed in the water.
It wasn't until the suffocating sense of compression and the figure of Li Xuan did not reappear that Lu Yibei slightly relaxed, cleared her mind, and confidently injected Spiritual Energy into the Lingtai Pure Karma.
Thus, accompanied by the long hum of the blade, her vision plunged into darkness.
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The sky was as dark as ink, and a cool breeze drifted through the jungle of reinforced concrete.
At the top of a towering skyscraper, on a dilapidated and crumbling rooftop, at the edge of the rooftop, a man with a refined and elegant face looked up at the sky, which threatened wind and rain. His profile revealed a hint of world-weariness, and within that world-weariness, a touch of loneliness.
"Busy, it's good for the child to be busy!" Qingji muttered to himself, sighing silently as he spoke.
Suddenly, a wave of Spiritual Energy struck without warning, the air trembled, rippling out colorless waves.
Sensing the familiar aura within the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Spiritual Energy fluctuation, Qingji's face showed joy, his eyes filled with anticipation, but soon his gaze darkened.
Hmph! You stinky girl, you haven't come to see me for so long, do you think this Ancestor is already dead?
Uh, it seems I really am dead... but, that's not important! fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
What's important is, I absolutely cannot give her a good look later! Qingji thought fiercely.
His mood at this moment was like that of most empty-nest elders, both looking forward to the care of their descendants and angry at the long-term neglect from their descendants.
Just like Grandma's endless nagging, but her hands cooking never paused for a moment.
However.
Just as Qingji was contemplating how to teach that unfilial great-granddaughter-in-law a lesson, the wave of Spiritual Energy rippling in the air suddenly dissipated.
"Huh? It's gone?"
Letting out a light exclamation, Qingji turned around, looking at the dilapidated and empty rooftop. The feigned anger on his face faded, and a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes.
Heh, human relationships are thin like paper, worldly affairs are new like a chess game; it seems I was thinking too much.
Oh well, judging from her aura, her strength seems to have increased quite a bit; she should be doing well as usual. Qingji thought, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
Just like most elders, although they inevitably feel lonely when they can't see their descendants, a single phone call confirming they are safe and well is enough.
The next moment, the Spiritual Energy fluctuation in the air became strong again, and the familiar aura struck.
Qingji's dim eyes instantly regained their luster, and immediately after, the Spiritual Energy fluctuation disappeared once more.
Thus, over the next nearly hour, that familiar aura appeared, disappeared, and reappeared, repeating a full sixty-seven times.
Making one "call" can be considered reporting safety, but making sixty-seven consecutive "calls" is completely different in nature.
"..."
Looking at the empty and dilapidated rooftop, Qingji was silently speechless.
He was now completely beyond anticipation or anger.
In his heart, there was only a boundless killing intent.
He only thought about when his great-granddaughter-in-law would appear, so he could personally beat that wretch to death!
----
Consciousness was like sinking into water, constantly descending, slowly dispersing, and then quickly condensing.
Until a cool breeze brushed across her cheek, Lu Yibei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.
Before the blur in her vision had dissipated, a strong danger warning enveloped her consciousness.
【What a fast sword!】
Lu Yibei, "???"
What kind of predictive thought is this? Has she already given up on treatment?
"Pfft—!"
Almost at the same time the predictive thought flashed, a burning sensation rose from her back, and Lu Yibei watched with her own eyes as a three-foot green blade pierced through her chest.
"Sixty-seven..."
Qingji's voice entered her ears, Lu Yibei slightly furrowed her brows, and doubt quietly rose in her heart.
I haven't come to see the Ancestor for so long, it's understandable that he's angry and stabs me with a sword.
Anyway, I won't die.
But what does this "sixty-seven" mean? Is it some kind of sword move I haven't learned? Lu Yibei thought.
Just as she was feeling doubtful, Qingji's voice sounded again.
"...Sixty-six, sixty-five..."
Lu Yibei, "..."
As numbers kept popping out of his mouth one by one, the light sword condensed from the simulated Hundred-Armed Giant Power in his hand shot out, as swift as lightning.
Every sword strike avoided vital points, stabbing wherever it hurt the most.
For a moment, Lu Yibei seemed to see light, and in the light, her Old Dad was wielding the'Seven Wolves'.
Finally, she couldn't bear the escalating pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Husband, my poor, fated husband Lu Yibei! I miss you so much! Wuwuwu~!"
By the time Qingji counted to "fifty-five," she had already realized what was happening.
She had tried sixty-seven times just now, so the Ancestor was going to stab her sixty-seven times.
Immediately after, on the question of whether to keep her integrity, she struggled for about three seconds and chose to keep it.
Then she silently lowered the lower limit of her integrity.
Hearing Lu Yibei's scream, Qingji's mouth twitched. Remembering his early-deceased great-grandson whom he had never met, his heart softened, and his sword also slowed down.
Soon, the light sword condensed from the simulated Hundred-Armed Giant Power turned into specks of faint light and dispersed.
Facts prove that women truly hinder drawing the sword.
----
A moment later.
Qingji sat upright on the rooftop railing, looking at Lu Yibei kneeling before him, pulling her ears with both hands, his chest rising and falling violently.
"Are you wrong or not?!"
"I'm wrong..." Lu Yibei said weakly.
"Will you dare again in the future?"
"I won't dare again..."
"That's more like it." Qingji rolled his eyes, then seeing Lu Yibei trying to stand up, he let out another stern shout, "Wait, who told you to get up?"
"Oh." Lu Yibei replied, knelt back down on the ground, and grabbed her ears with both hands.
She was as well-behaved as a little kitten who had just been spanked.
She felt very wronged; she didn't know that injecting Spiritual Energy into the Lingtai Pure Karma would alert the Ancestor!
"Hmph!" Qingji glanced sideways at Lu Yibei and let out a cold snort, saying, "I know, you dead girl, you never visit unless you need something."
"Speak, what kind of help are you planning to ask me for this time?"
Although the Ancestor's hand was quick with the knife, he was still very concerned about his great-granddaughter-in-law.
"It's a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding." Lu Yibei quickly said, "Oh, Ancestor~! I just missed you and specially came to see you!"
Elderly people, just like children, need to be coaxed!
As she spoke, she blinked her peach blossom eyes, twisted her slender waist, and leaned closer to Qingji.
"Oh?" Completely ignoring Lu Yibei's coquetry and cuteness, Qingji raised an eyebrow and said faintly, "Well, you've seen me now, you can go back."
Pretend, keep pretending!
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I've seen more female demons than you've eaten meals; I can see through your little scheme at a glance!
After being together for so long, do I still not know what kind of person you are?
"This... haha." Lu Yibei let out two dry laughs expressionlessly, gesturing with her fingers as she said, "Actually, there is still a very, very small matter I'd like to ask the Ancestor for help with."
"Hmph, I knew it!" Qingji rolled his eyes and said, "Speak! What do you want to learn this time? Let me make it clear beforehand, I can't teach you those crooked and evil things. Teaching you Paper Cicada Immortal last time was already an exception."
"I told you you misunderstood me!" Lu Yibei pouted, saying, "I really didn't come here to learn things from you, I just wanted... wanted..."
"Wanted what?"
Lu Yibei's eyes darted around, and she said, "I just wanted to ask you how to sneak into Da Chunyang Palace without anyone knowing."
"Don't know."
"Eh? How could that be..." Lu Yibei hesitated to speak further.
Aren't you always going to "borrow" things? You should be quite skilled at breaking in, scaling walls, passing through walls, and holding your breath, shouldn't you?
"Since graduating from my Master," Qingji said lightly, "I've always walked in openly."
Anyway, whether it was the courtyard protection disciples or the sect-guarding Elders, none could stop me, the nature of it was pretty much the same as walking in openly.
Lu Yibei, "..." Okay, I thought it was stealing, but it turns out it's outright robbery, right?
"What?" Seeing Lu Yibei not speak, Qingji slightly narrowed his eyes, looked her up and down for a moment, and said seriously, "What kind of wicked idea are you cooking up again, you girl?"
"Not a wicked idea, not a wicked idea." Lu Yibei waved her hand and explained, "I just accidentally got news that the last piece of Lingtai Pure Karma is kept in Da Chunyang Palace..."
Speaking of this, her voice suddenly choked up, her eyes lost focus, and her whole person was like a wilting flower. Then she turned around, pulled up her sleeve, and wiped the corner of her eye.
"Hee hee! Ancestor, you know, this sword can almost be considered the last thing my deceased husband left me, boo hoo hoo..."
While speaking, Lu Yibei imagined the scene of herself dying. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, almost breaking down emotionally.
If she couldn't even fool herself, how could she possibly fool the Ancestor?
"My heart is set on completing it, just to keep a memento, I really don't have any bad intentions."
Qingji, "..."
Doesn't seem like she's faking it?
Alas, this great-granddaughter-in-law of mine, who usually looks so carefree, didn't expect her to be so devoted?
Passionate people are often left with regret since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake from... What a pity!
After a moment of thought, Qingji sighed lightly and said, "Alas, this matter is actually easy to handle, there are two ways to solve it."
Lu Yibei, "..." Heh heh, plan successful!
"Firstly, I will give you the detailed map of Da Chunyang Palace's gate and formation layout, so you can naturally enter and exit freely. However, as time has passed, I cannot guarantee if there have been any changes," Qingji said.
"Secondly, if you can contact that kid Zhang Huainan, just tell him a certain incantation, and he will definitely offer the last piece with respect. However, it's been over a hundred years now, whether that kid is still alive is hard to say."
"He's alive, he's alive." Lu Yibei said, "I've heard people mention him."
She clearly remembered the change in Fu Xinyi's expression and attitude when she mentioned Zhang Huainan's name in Tang City. That was enough to prove that Zhang Huainan was still alive.
"Oh?" Qingji's eyes lit up as if he had heard something wonderful, and he smiled, "Counting it, that kid should be 120 years old by traditional reckoning now, not bad, not bad!"
"I still remember, back then he was wiping his snot and crying, telling me that one day he would surpass me. I didn't expect it to be in this way, haha!"
"But then again," Qingji changed the subject, "that kid is probably an important figure in Da Chunyang Palace now, so it might be difficult for you to see him."
"..."
Not just difficult, but even life-threatening!
What I'm more worried about than this is, the Ancestor has been dead for so many years, it's hard to say whether Zhang Huainan will still give the Ancestor face.
The most terrifying situation is that Zhang Huainan still holds a grudge against the Ancestor. If I tell him the incantation the Ancestor gave me, I might just drop dead on the spot.
Thinking this, Lu Yibei bowed slightly to Qingji, "I will find a way to solve the difficulties. Please, Ancestor, teach me."
Whether it's the map or the incantation, although they might not be useful, it's always good to remember them first.
----
Half an hour later.
Lu Yibei stared wide-eyed at the map Qingji drew on the ground, which looked like a child's scribble.
"Ancestor, if I may ask, what does this irregular circle that looks like a sesame flatbread represent?"
"What flatbread? This is the mountain-protecting formation, those dots are the formation eyes, idiot!"
"Then what about this Corgi?"
"What Corgi? That's a Qilin!" Qingji roared, "Are you questioning my drawing skills?"
That low roar carried a hint of embarrassment within the slight anger, and a hint of smugness within the embarrassment.
Heh heh, finally there's something you can't remember after seeing it once?
Lu Yibei, "..." I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!
However, even with her memory, it was a bit difficult to remember this kind of "map".
She even suspected that if she injected a little Spiritual Energy into that map, it would immediately jump up and shout "Wai Bi Ba Bu, Ma Ka Ba Ka!"
Withdrawing her gaze from the map, Lu Yibei rubbed her slightly throbbing forehead and looked at Qingji, saying, "Ancestor, you'd better tell me the incantation first. I'm afraid I won't be able to remember this map for a while."
"Hmph! Then listen carefully, I'll only say it once." Qingji slightly raised his head and said loudly, "Taiji Hunlun, as soon as it opens, it divides benevolence and righteousness. When the pure truth is fragmented, the Great Dao is abolished..."
Wait, this incantation, seems like I've heard it somewhere? Lu Yibei heard half of it, slightly furrowed her brow, and then, following Qingji's voice, blurted out.
...All things ebb and flow, clearly advancing and retreating, the divine furnace is silent and firmly sealed. Obtain one fire, refine a Vajra, surpassing heaven and earth!
"Is this it? This is the description of your Spirit Mark's Power, right? I remember you said it once before."
Qingji, "..."
The face slap came too quickly, unhappy.
Noticing Qingji's subtle change in expression, Lu Yibei said in a sarcastic tone, "Ancestor, say something? Is it or isn't it?"
I admit, I had the intention of getting back at him.
"Yes." Qingji gritted his teeth and replied.
"Oh~!"
Very good, it really was the Ancestor's drawing skills that were the problem, not my memory.
Lu Yibei nodded, instantly regaining the confidence that had been severely hit by that map.
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Lu Yibei squatted on the ground, staring at the distorted map for a long time until her eyes felt dry, before she could barely remember it completely.
It's quite outrageous, the map was messy, but it also came with a 3D effect in the mess.
I don't know whether to say the drawing style was unique or if it was extraordinary talent.
After remembering the map and resting for a moment, Lu Yibei suddenly recalled the reminders Hua Sang had given her earlier, so she looked at Qingji, who was resting with his eyes closed, and quietly asked, "Ancestor, my Spirit Mark has been a bit off lately, what do you think..."
Qingji interrupted without opening his eyes, "Don't ask me."
No way, no way, a dignified grandmaster is actually holding a grudge because of a couple of sarcastic remarks? Lu Yibei muttered inwardly.
"Is that so? Alas! Then I can only wait until I see Zhang Huainan and beg him properly. Someone told me before that Zhang Huainan is unparalleled in treating Spirit Mark loss of control."
Qingji, "..."
"Husband, my husband~! Boo hoo hoo!"
While speaking, Lu Yibei glanced at Qingji's expression out of the corner of her eye, and then was greatly disappointed.
Completely useless! If the Ancestor were alive today, he would definitely be a master at identifying green tea b*tches, right? Lu Yibei thought.
In the silence, Qingji opened his eyes a slit, glanced at that pretentious Miss, and sneered.
"This matter, provoking me is useless. Since you remember the description of my Spirit Mark's Power, have you forgotten how my Spirit Mark came about?"
How it came about? Lu Yibei slightly furrowed her brow, thought back for a moment, and then her eye twitched.
She vaguely remembered Qingji saying that his Masters were incredibly poor, and when they were drawing his Spirit Mark, they would just stuff in whatever materials they had.
There was only one principle: it shouldn't kill anyone!
Thinking about it carefully now, Qingji being able to finally condense a Spirit Mark that no one had ever seen—【Taiji Hunlun】—might very well be the result of countless Spirit Mark losses of control plus benign mutations.
He wasn't afraid of Spirit Mark loss of control at all, so naturally he didn't need to master the means of treating Spirit Mark loss of control.
Okay, you win!
As if sensing the subtle change in Lu Yibei's mindset, Qingji put away the thought of teasing her, and said smugly, "Alright, stop pulling a long face, what does that look like?"
Lu Yibei, "..."
Tsk, sounds like he has a way.
Also, I'm not pulling a long face, I just have a poker face.
I'm not listening, I hate you, bleh!
"Although I haven't treated Spirit Mark loss of control, I can guess what method that kid Zhang Huainan uses to treat it. Do you want to hear?"
"Yes!"
"Heh heh!" Qingji smiled meaningfully, "Then do you know how humans obtained Power before Spirit Marks?"
