The dazzling purple lightning blade surged forward, slicing through the half-closed forbidden technique like a fishing net being torn apart, revealing the scene inside the room. Mirror Yan Bodhisattva was naked, her jade-like skin covered with a sheen of sweat, glistening with a faint pink hue, exuding a fragrant, intoxicating scent akin to aphrodisiacs. On either side of her lay two men, expressions entranced, bodies trembling, nearly drained of all vitality.
Facing this sudden slash, Mirror Yan raised her right hand and traced a half-circle with her left, releasing threads of yin-soft energy that wove into a net in midair, layering barriers to entangle the blade’s force.
Yet at that moment, her eyes reflected a bluish-black pearl radiating strange brilliance, emitting arcing flashes like countless condensed thunderbolts, concealing terrifying destructive power within.
Gui Water Yin Thunder!
A secret treasure of the Fifth Heaven!
Meng Qi’s “Flesh with Spirit” clone was always a major cultivation stage below his true self, while Mirror Yan was a genuine Out-of-World expert. If they truly engaged in battle, he would be exposed. Not only would it fail to trigger the larger scheme, but it would also make the current Xuan Nu more wary of the side of the Overlord Saber. Therefore, he directly used the secret treasure—no risk, no reward!
As the Yin Thunder drew near, Mirror Yan’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, sensing imminent peril.
She was no stranger to such dark lightning. She knew that once struck, it would cling like a persistent parasite, unleashing chain reactions until both body and soul were obliterated. Thus, disregarding the need to don her robe, her expression hardened, and her delicate hands swept to either side, sending the two men who had just shared her bed flying forward as shields.
Boom!
The Yin Thunder detonated, releasing pitch-black lightning that surged forth like tidal waves, sweeping forward in relentless, annihilating surges. The first man was instantly reduced to ashes before he could even utter a scream. The second man frantically attempted to dodge, but the Yin Thunder clung to him relentlessly, its ferocious bolts gnawing into his flesh, consuming him in bursts of searing lightning.
However, this brief obstruction allowed Mirror Yan to swiftly weave her hands, forming a series of phantom seals. Before her, tiny whirlpools emerged, resembling eyes that exuded a faint yet bone-piercing yin suction.
The Yin thunder continued to detonate, forming a sea of blue-black destruction. Yet upon colliding with the whirlpools, the thunder silently vanished, creating a brief pause. But soon, the following waves surged forth, overwhelming the whirlpools before they could reform.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Mirror Yan rotated her inner scenery, pushed off with her feet, and swiftly dodged sideways, avoiding the brunt of the blast. After all, it wasn’t her body that was struck, so there was no clinging parasite effect.
But her retreat was still slower than the spread of the thunder. The surging blue-black tide swiftly closed in, plunging her into desperate peril.
Suddenly, a powerful will descended, suppressing Meng Qi’s thoughts. Helplessly, he watched as a beautiful, pale hand descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Fish-Water Hall.
The current Joyful Bodhisattva?
It wasn’t Xuan Nu who arrived, but the Joyful Bodhisattva!
So there was indeed a trap!
Silently, the balance of yin and yang shifted. The blue-black sea of destruction was crushed by the descending hand, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Fortunately, this was merely Meng Qi’s clone. Even if his thoughts were momentarily frozen, it wouldn’t impact the control of his true form. Otherwise, his predicament would be even more dire than that of the Underworld Emperor beneath Doumu Sovereign’s palm—unable to circulate techniques, employ secret arts, or even draw his blade.
As the pale hand descended, Meng Qi’s body suddenly vanished, prompting a faint sound of surprise from the Joyful Bodhisattva.
Seizing the last remnants of the Yin Thunder, the clone willingly hurled itself into the explosion, dissolving into a cloud of ash without leaving a trace.
A lotus platform abruptly appeared above the Fish-Water Hall, as the Joyful Bodhisattva’s terrifying will scanned the surrounding hells inch by inch, but there was no sign of Meng Qi.
…
A male disciple was led into the Su Nu Hall by a maid, catching sight of the elegant, almost divine current Xuan Nu. Instantly, he stammered, unable to form coherent words. After great effort, he finally bowed in respect, glancing at the dark, long saber enshrined at the hall’s head.
Gu Xiao Sang and Meng Qi remained in the original hall, guarding the remaining male disciples.
Boom! The distant roar of thunder resounded, and instantly, an ethereal divine aura emanated from the Su Nu Hall—the current Xuan Nu.
However, she did not act in accordance with Meng Qi’s envisioned plan. There was no urgency to exit the hall, as the Joyous Bodhisattva was already managing that front. Her immediate focus was to avoid falling for any deceptive maneuvers and to ensure the Mad Blade did not escape.
In the sky, white clouds gathered, forming an endless sea. Wisps of mist descended, solidifying the space around the Su Nu Realm into a translucent state, sealing all entrances and exits.
The current Xuan Nu, calm and composed, activated the grand formation first, sealing the Su Nu Realm to trap her prey!
No matter your intentions, once you enter the Su Nu Realm, you won’t be leaving!
This was one of the possible reactions discussed beforehand. Meng Qi wasted no time, following the plan, feigning shock:
“What’s going on?”
“What’s happening to the Su Nu Realm?”
His shock triggered a chain reaction among the male disciples, who panicked in confusion, turning the hall into chaos.
At that moment, a figure flew in, shouting sharply: “Silence!”
Meng Qi’s gaze immediately locked onto the figure—it was someone familiar!
The newcomer had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes brimming with spirit—her gentleness concealing a subtle sharpness. She was Liu Shuyu, daughter of the Purple Roc Divine Hunter, Liu Shengming!
Yet now she wore flowing white robes, her gentleness enhanced by an air of elegance, her aura suggesting she had reached the threshold of the Out-of-World realm.
She was a disciple of the Su Nu Sect—and seemingly held a high position! She had grown up in the Divine Capital—when had she come to the Su Nu Realm? One question after another bubbled in Meng Qi’s mind like boiling water, and in an instant, he thought of Shan Xiumei—both shared a similar aura!
Was Liu Shuyu the incarnation of the Xuan Nu heir?
As Meng Qi realized this, Liu Shuyu’s sharp voice silenced the other male disciples.
Gu Xiao Sang smiled faintly: “Dear Sister Liuluo, they’re just inexperienced, please don’t take offense.”
“Senior Sister Shangshui, Mirror Yan Bodhisattva has been attacked, likely by the Mad Blade. Since only your two groups entered today, I must conduct a thorough inspection—please do not take offense,” Liu Shuyu responded, her gaze complicated as she looked at “Shangshui Immortal.”
Meng Qi’s heart tightened, but he suddenly recalled that the Xuan Nu heir’s true body had already been defeated by Gu Xiao Sang, and that there was a high-ranking insider within the Su Nu Sect. Though seemingly unrelated, these facts stirred endless speculation.
Observing Gu Xiao Sang’s calm reaction to Liu Shuyu’s proposal, Meng Qi seemed to understand something, his tension easing.
At this moment, the grand formation of the Su Nu Realm was being activated under the current Xuan Nu’s command, determined to trap even a Dharma Body or conceal a god.
“Dear Sister Liuluo, your caution is understandable—there’s no need for offense,” replied Gu Xiaosang, disguised as a courtesan, with a faint smile.
Thus, Liu Shuyu formed hand seals, and a clear light enveloped the male disciples. For some reason, Meng Qi was left outside.
“Act now,” Gu Xiao Sang’s voice suddenly reached Meng Qi’s ears.
At this critical moment, every second counted. Meng Qi followed the plan without question. He shook the Scroll of Mountains and Rivers, releasing Guo Xi, whose spirit was slightly weakened and secretly controlled. Meanwhile, Meng Qi himself flew into the scroll, sensing the central imprint and hiding within.
Gu Xiaosang did the same, taking out a black pouch and releasing a dazed-looking Shangshui Immortal, while she herself hid inside.
The Scroll of Mountains and Rivers and the black pouch fell to the ground, silently picked up by Liu Shuyu and hidden in her robes.
She was Gu Xiao Sang’s insider!
Using the Xuan Nu heir as an insider—unprecedented indeed!
Though the spirits of Shangshui and Guo Xi were temporarily affected, facing the true Xuan Nu, their abnormalities might be detected. Therefore, someone outside needed to use secret techniques to conceal their signs, making them appear normal and fooling the heavens. This was Liu Shuyu’s task.
Without such an insider, no matter how clever the plan, it would fail under the Xuan Nu’s scrutiny!
Feeling the pouch in her bosom, Liu Shuyu’s gaze turned complex, even showing a flash of ruthlessness. But recalling the contract she had signed, the fire in her eyes gradually dimmed. Her hands moved secretly, forming strange seals as if manipulating invisible threads. Instantly, the anomalies of Shangshui and Guo Xi vanished.
No sooner had she finished than the Su Nu Realm was completely sealed. The true Xuan Nu flew forth, her terrifying will scanning the surroundings, first descending upon Shangshui’s group.
The appearance of The Mad Blade coincided with their arrival—who wouldn’t suspect them?
The terrifying will descended, and the male disciples froze like wooden statues, their gazes blank as their souls were scanned. The Xuan Nu even inspected their belongings—who knew if Su Meng could transform into a stone or gem? Could he hide within a spirit beast pouch or spatial treasure?
After inspecting the male disciples, the Xuan Nu’s will shifted to Guo Xi. Liu Shuyu’s heart leapt into her throat, relieved only that Gu Xiao Sang had not left the scroll and pouch on them, but entrusted them to her.
At the same time, she silently prayed the secret techniques would work, concealing the mental control over Shangshui and Guo Xi.
Perhaps the Xuan Nu focused more on physical changes and disguises, paying less attention to mental control. Soon, the will left Guo Xi and briefly scanned Shangshui before turning to Liu Shuyu: “Quick-witted. Well done.”
Praising her quick response to the inspection, the Xuan Nu added a word of commendation.
Then, her will withdrew, shifting to search the rest of the Su Nu Realm.
Liu Shuyu exhaled silently, her heart pounding, her mind in disarray.
Taking advantage of the male disciples’ dazed state, she released Gu Xiao Sang and Meng Qi, retrieving Shangshui once more, leaving Guo Xi behind, and returning the scroll and pouch.
“From now on, you’ll follow Sister Shuyu—no, Sister Liuluo,” Gu Xiao Sang said, eyes glinting with a fox-like gleam.
Meng Qi nodded, transforming into a dark stone, resting in Liu Shuyu’s palm as an ornament.
Liu Shuyu took a deep breath and strode toward the Su Nu Hall. Normally, she couldn’t enter directly, so she couldn’t bring Meng Qi in with her. But now, amidst the chaos in the Su Nu Realm, she had a plausible excuse!
The Su Nu Hall, scarred by fire and thunder, stood at the center, silently awaiting the two.
Watching Liu Shuyu disappear into the hall, Gu Xiao Sang’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
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