novelapdf Chapter 239 The Reason
Chapter 239 The Reason
If that's the case, then things will get really interesting.
Going back further, Emperor Jinghe would have turned green-haired because he lost the true essence of the two martial saints, Du Mohu and Mu Canghu, to suppress him.
The fact that the two martial saints were able to break free and escape was also related to himself and his aunt.
The aunt instinctively unleashed her supernatural powers, allowing her to see the true nature of the shadow stone and absorb the energy of the shadow stone formation.
As his golden light of merit descended, it unexpectedly allowed the two saints to temporarily break free from the array's confinement, and with a single strike, he almost severed the array's foundation that was absorbing true meaning.
So, this huge disaster was caused by myself and my sister-in-law?
Yang Silang was not one for internal strife, and immediately shook his head.
No, what does that have to do with us?
It was entirely Emperor Jinghe's own doing to bring about his own demise. The true essence of the two Martial Saints, Du and Mu, would be drained sooner or later. His corpse would grow green hair if it was supposed to, and fly away if it was supposed to, without any delay.
It's just a matter of a few years earlier or later.
Also.
Long Yiyan once said that an unknown force had once plotted to build the imperial tomb.
By chance, he and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Mausoleum, Wu Sheng, clashed, resulting in mutual destruction and the collapse of the Stele Pavilion commemorating his divine achievements and virtues.
Who knows if this force is using a feint to infiltrate the treasure mound and tamper with it?
When Mo Xinlian sneaked into the treasure peak last time, she only fought with the stone statues on the outside. Inside, there was a protective array that prevented her from entering. All she could see was Emperor Jinghe with his green hair.
This is clearly the result of multiple factors, and it doesn't really matter whether you have it or not.
Yang Silang instantly felt relieved.
Exactly, how could I have caused such a huge disaster?
It seems I can't stay in the capital. Let whoever wants to stay stay; it's best to leave as soon as possible.
However, we still need to go and see the instructor, and ask him if he wants to resign and run away together. The feng shui of Wanshou Mountain doesn't seem very good; it's always causing trouble. As long as we can survive this time, we might as well give up the position of acting commander.
A chaotic day has passed.
At night.
Since there were no more aftershocks, everyone returned indoors and settled in, naturally getting busy with tidying up.
Fortunately, the shockwave was also strange.
They specifically targeted the outer city, inner city, and imperial city walls, causing them to tear, collapse, and tilt.
On the contrary, these rooms did not suffer much damage; at most, the walls were cracked, but the overall structure was relatively intact and they were still habitable.
Yang Silang had just settled down.
Since he didn't know if there would be another earthquake tonight, he simply practiced Mountain Observation Shooting to prevent the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from running rampant and damaging his own true energy source.
Wood-elemental true energy is stable and least afraid of external disturbances, making it perfect for practicing archery.
He was drawing his bow, ready to pounce.
A massive demonic aura descended from the sky, passed through the roof, and transformed directly into a woman in white who landed on the bed, her chest stained with blood.
Her face was pale, her features delicate and charming, her eyes like autumn waves as she looked pitifully at Yang Silang. She bit her cherry lips lightly, a long streak of blood appearing at the corner of her lips, and said in a drawn-out, cloying voice.
"My husband... save me..."
Yang Silang rolled his eyes and put the bow away.
"My wife, why do you only come to me when you're injured?"
The newcomer was none other than Mo Xinlian, the "Nine-Lives Heavenly Maiden," a professional troublemaker and notorious street tyrant in the capital.
She mimicked the delicate gesture of Xi Shi cradling her heart.
"My lord, she's not as bad as you make her out to be."
"I just happened to run into some trouble, didn't I?"
"Enough, enough... Since you have no regard for our past as husband and wife, I won't waste my time. I might as well go back now... go back..."
As Mo Xinlian was about to start singing, tears welled up in her eyes.
Even though he knew the man was faking it, Yang Silang couldn't help but sigh.
"Alright, alright, let me heal your wounds first."
He could tell that Mo Xinlian was only putting on a brave face; in reality, her body was seriously injured.
Yang Silang touched her brow.
buzzing.
Mo Xinlian took the initiative to release the concentric white ring, which flew out and entered Yang Silang's Niwan Palace, merging with its black ring.
This was originally a set of magical artifacts that was split into two pieces. Now that both owners have agreed, it was easy to put them back together.
Yang Silang helped Mo Xinlian up, and she sat opposite him in a five-hearts-facing-the-sky posture.
Mo Xinlian taught him the dual cultivation method.
The twin rings were spinning within his Niwan Palace. In just a short while, the essence, energy, and spirit within Yang Silang flowed into the twin rings like rivers flowing into the sea.
Just as the Heart Ring had almost drained Yang Silang dry, it flew back into Mo Xinlian's body with a whoosh.
Mo Xinlian's complexion visibly turned rosy as abundant true energy flowed into her body to heal her injuries.
“Eh…”
Mo Xinlian stared in surprise.
It had only been two and a half months since the last healing session, but this time the energy absorbed from Yang Silang's body was much more abundant.
More importantly, there was a lush, vibrant life force inside, slowly and steadily repairing her body.
She didn't know that this was mainly because Yang Silang had obtained the divine will of the wood demon, and the wood-attribute true energy in his body was best at healing injuries and restoring his original nature.
the other side.
Yang Silang silently used his rejuvenating supernatural powers, and in an instant, his parched body was revitalized, and his energy and spirit were mostly restored.
This way, the effect will be even better after the concentric rings return and nourish the body.
in this way.
The concentric rings moved in and out of the two people's Niwan Palace (a point on the head), and most of the night passed.
When the rooster crows.
When the rooster crows.
The two then finished their cultivation.
The two rings separated and returned to their respective Niwan Palaces.
Yang Silang's internal energy increased again, and his blood and qi were vigorous; Mo Xinlian was not much worse off, her pale face had disappeared, and her internal energy and soul power had recovered more than half.
"My dear husband," she said, her body barely recovered before she started acting all mischievous, leaning forward and nestling into Yang Silang's arms. "You are truly a treasure bestowed upon me by heaven."
"With such a serious injury, I thought I would have to rest for a whole month or so."
"After spending most of the night with you, I felt much better. I just need to take care of myself for another four or five days."
Although Yang Silang was in excellent physical condition, he was mentally exhausted.
Having exhausted his healing powers overnight, he simply embraced Mo Xinlian and lay down.
In any case, the two have done even more intimate things.
Mo Xinlian shifted her body in his arms, finding a comfortable position to lean against his arm.
"Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into this time? How did you get injured?" Yang Silang looked out the window. It was pitch black, and he estimated that there was still about an hour before dawn.
Mo Xinlian giggled and gave Yang Silang a flirtatious wink.
This problem hit her right where it hurts.
"Do you remember when I told you about Emperor Jinghe growing hairy?"
She began to speak slowly.
It turns out that after she fought a bunch of stone statues in the last time she entered the treasure cave and ran away because she lost, she was still unconvinced and wanted to find an opportunity to get revenge and go in for another fight.
She didn't intend to plunder the imperial tombs; she simply felt she couldn't afford to be taken advantage of, and she was also very curious about the hairy Emperor Jinghe.
As a result, she avoided the two commanders, the Martial Saint Yijue, and carefully circled around the perimeter. She inadvertently discovered that there was another group of experts hiding outside the Wanshou Mountain scenic area and mausoleum, seemingly eyeing the mausoleum.
Among this group of experts were a Martial Saint, a True Person, two Grandmasters, and two Daoists at the Transcendent Realm.
Intrigued, she decided to follow them and see what they were doing.
As it turned out, this group of people were very patient. They hid for a month, only setting up array plates around them, seemingly preparing for a big move.
Mo Xinlian doesn't have much patience for other things, but she is very patient when it comes to spying on others and watching the excitement. She hides herself very well and watches them sneak around and busy every day.
Finally, last night.
According to the rules, only one Commander-level Martial Saint is on duty each night.
As a result, that group of people made a move.
One of the Grandmasters of Golden Marrow deliberately unleashed his aura, sneaking into Jinghe Mausoleum and smashing the newly repaired Divine Merit and Virtue Stele Pavilion, which had suffered many disasters, into dust, creating a large crater in the ground.
This is beyond repair.
Their ostentatious behavior immediately alarmed the commander of the mausoleum, a grandmaster who nearly fainted from anger upon seeing the destruction of the stele pavilion.
This is such a huge mess, and he was on duty that night, he couldn't escape it. He'll definitely lose his head afterwards.
The two fought fiercely, one fleeing and the other chasing, tumbling and rolling as they fought their way out of Jinghe Mausoleum. After crossing Dingding Lake, they climbed up the cliffs and eventually reached Yintai Mountain.
Now, let's talk about what happened at Jinghe Mausoleum.
The commander-in-chief of all the imperial tombs at Wanshou Mountain, Wu Sheng, rushed over at lightning speed. When he saw the scene, he felt as if the sky had fallen.
He rushed to Yintai Mountain, ready to capture the Grandmaster who had collapsed the stele pavilion with swift and decisive action, when suddenly the array runes beneath his feet lit up.
On the Yintai Mountain platform, that group of people had already secretly set up an array, and in an instant, a large array that isolated the inside from the outside was erected on the mountaintop.
Two Grandmasters and two True Realm Daoists stood outside the formation, their four legs like four human stakes, with a precious mirror hanging high above the formation.
The martial saint attacked in anger, but when his fist struck the array barrier, ripples immediately spread outwards, borne by the array as a whole.
Simultaneously.
From the high-hanging mirror, another person emerged, who not only looked exactly like the Martial Saint, but also shared the same martial arts moves and divine intent.
It turned out to be a magical mirror that could perfectly replicate the person trapped in the formation, keeping them in the present world for half an hour.
Knowing he had fallen for a diversionary tactic, the Guardian Martial Saint was eager to return to the mausoleum. He fought the mirror image replica for dozens of rounds, giving it his all, but could not defeat it.
Of course, they weren't defeated by each other, and the two sides remained deadlocked on Mount Yintai.
Both sides were of average skill and used the same moves. The Martial Saint had several trump cards up his sleeve, but he couldn't use them.
Because he was a real person of flesh and blood, while the other party was merely a monster formed by the power of the magic mirror.
If the opponent chooses to exchange injuries, it is clearly more advantageous for them, as they can regenerate even if their body is shattered by the formation.
The Martial Saint then attacked the four people standing inside the four pillars of light, but unfortunately, these four people were standing outside the formation, and his punches could not penetrate the formation at all.
He was frustrated and upset, and could only watch helplessly as he was dragged up Yintai Mountain.
Now, let's talk about Jinghe Mausoleum.
The Martial Saint of Wanshou Mountain has been transferred away.
The immortal and the martial saint appeared and headed straight for the top of Jinghe Mausoleum.
If anyone tried to stop them, the immortal wielded a narrow flying sword, about the length of a palm and the width of a finger. With a single thought, the sword moved like lightning, annihilating the guards protecting the tomb along the way.
If anyone tried to stop them, the immortal wielded a narrow flying sword, about the length of a palm and the width of a finger. With a single thought, the sword moved like lightning, annihilating the guards protecting the tomb along the way.
The Martial Saint protected him like a war god, and then used his full strength to kill the Grandmasters who came from other tombs to provide support.
The two arrived at the top of the treasure mound, where the Martial Saint took charge of guarding it.
The master took out a long brush covered with runes and, using his own heart's blood as a guide, drew a gate on the top.
Then he pushed open the door and entered the mausoleum.
"Then what did you do?" Yang Silang asked, his hand instinctively pinching the cat's buttocks, sensing that this cat demon was about to cause trouble.
Mo Xinlian let out a soft cry and slapped his hand playfully.
"Be gentle..."
"I didn't do anything special, I just used the 'Close Encounters' technique to instantly follow him in, then I hid beside him and watched him struggle to break the formation and dismantle all those tough stone statues into pieces."
"Then he walked to the coffin bed and fed a bottle of foul-smelling, thick black blood into the mouth of Emperor Jinghe, who had already grown green hair."
"Then Emperor Jinghe turned into a flying zombie."
"That Taoist priest wants to refine Emperor Jinghe."
"I think he went to great lengths. Emperor Jinghe was unruly, and the battle between his magic and the corpse energy was so intense that neither side could gain the upper hand."
"I got impatient and felt it was a waste of time, so I left. Before leaving, I patted the Taoist on the shoulder and told him not to rush."
Mo Xinlian shrugged and said it casually.
"Who knew that the Taoist's cultivation was so weak that he actually spat out a mouthful of blood into the flying zombie's mouth. The flying zombie's aura instantly surged, forcing him to retreat step by step."
"I couldn't bear to see the Taoist priest bleed, so I left, taking the pen from his waist and erasing the door outside the treasure mound..."
"Who knew that once they came out, they would reveal their true form and be hit solidly by that Martial Saint, and then chased by a group of tomb guards who didn't distinguish friend from foe for half the night."
"All I can do is come and keep you company..."