eurekapd Chapter 325 Xuan Hui Makes His Move, Qingfeng Formation Shatters
Chapter 325 Xuan Hui Makes His Move, Qingfeng Formation Shatters
Chapter 325 Xuan Hui Makes His Move, Qingfeng Formation Shatters
Chen Yi stood in front of the cave, squinting at the direction the three had left, a slight killing intent rising in his heart.
On the surface, these three monks forcibly interrupted his healing process. If it weren't for his profound foundation, the backlash from that attack would have been enough to damage his meridians.
The three of them didn't even mention apologies or compensation before turning around and leaving, clearly not taking Chen Yi and Ning Bu'er seriously. However, Chen Yi was currently portraying himself as someone who hadn't fully recovered from his injuries, so he probably didn't have the confidence to argue his case and demand an explanation from Xuan Hui.
[Hmph, I'll make a note of this.]
Chen Yi told Ning Bu'er to go back, which was a silent loss for having his cultivation interrupted.
Tens of thousands of miles away, on a desolate hillside.
Three beams of light descended, revealing the figures of Xuan Hui and his two companions.
As soon as they landed, the two disciples of Vajra Temple couldn't help but speak.
"Chief, Chen Yi seems to be fine—"
Xuan Hui's expression was serious as he gave a conclusion: "At present, the most likely explanation is that True Monarch Crane Crest wants to use us as pawns."
One disciple frowned and said, "Does the headmaster mean that Chen Yi was indeed used by True Lord Crane-Crest to divert trouble? That True Lord Crane-Crest—"
"It's hard to say now."
Xuan Hui sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"This old monk never expected that Chen Yi would possess such a Nascent Soul stage opportunity. Behind this matter, there is probably a much larger scheme at play, which may even involve forces from outside the realm."
He took out the Zen relic from his bosom. The surface of the relic shimmered with a faint golden light, yet it appeared somewhat dim.
"With the information I have now, it's already difficult to see the truth. We must use the fundamental deduction method."
A resolute glint flashed in Xuan Hui's eyes.
"You will protect me; I will forcibly determine the whereabouts of the Prisoner of Heaven Relics."
"yes!"
The two disciples straightened up and quickly dispersed, each summoning a golden magic disc.
hum!
A layer of pale golden light rose up, enveloping an area of ten feet in radius.
Xuan Hui sat upright in the center, his hands forming a mudra, chanting obscure and difficult-to-understand scriptures.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Zen relic.
Stimulated by the essence blood, the relic instantly burst forth with dazzling golden light, from which countless fine golden runes surged forth, weaving into a complex web of cause and effect in the air.
Xuan Hui's eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, as he stared intently at the web of cause and effect.
Gradually, the tangled threads began to straighten out, and the afterimage of a thick, golden finger slowly emerged.
Those fingers, though incomplete, exuded a chilling aura of power.
It slowly turned, eventually pointing to the earth beneath its feet!
"It's actually around here?!"
Xuan Hui cried out in surprise; under the golden light, his face appeared exceptionally pale.
What sects are located here?
A disciple quickly took out a map to check and replied, "Reporting to the head of the academy, within a radius of 50,000 li, apart from a few insignificant small families, the only places with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators are Qingyun Cave Heaven and Qingfeng Ridge, which we just visited."
"Qingyun Cave Heaven — Qingfeng Ridge —"
Xuan Hui muttered to himself, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
"Is there something else wrong with Qingfeng Ridge?"
Unwilling to give up, he once again activated the spiritual power within his body, sparing no effort to consume the golden light of his origin, in an attempt to pinpoint the exact coordinates of the Prisoner of Heaven Relic.
This time, he's going to get to the bottom of it!
The golden light surged again, and the causal network trembled violently, as if it were trying its best to capture something.
But then—poof!
Xuan Hui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the causal net in the air instantly shattered, and the afterimage of the golden finger also disappeared.
"What's going on?!"
The two disciples were shocked and tried to help him up.
Xuan Hui waved his hand to stop him, his face filled with disbelief.
"It's gone—it's really gone—"
Just a moment ago, he sensed the last breath of the Prisoner of Heaven Relic.
It was not hidden or sealed away, but completely disappeared into the world!
Their location before they dissipated was within this area!
"How is that possible?!"
Xuan Hui's voice trembled. That was the Prisoner of Heaven Relic, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and contained the origin of the Vajra Prisoner of Heaven Finger. That Dao essence was almost impossible to refine. How could it have completely disappeared in just half a month?
Even a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage couldn't refine and devour it in such a short time!
What went wrong?
Xuan Hui felt a chill run down his spine.
Yuanzhen's death is a minor matter, but the loss of the Prisoner of Heaven Relic is a major one. That was a near-fifth-tier rare treasure, one of the foundations of the Vajra Temple!
Now that the relics have disappeared, who can bear the responsibility?
"Who was it? Which old geezer made the move?"
Xuan Hui's eyes flashed with a fierce light; he knew he wouldn't be able to explain himself if he went back like this.
He mustered his last breath and, disregarding the cost of his lifespan, shifted his focus to the two nearby sects.
First was Qingyun Cave Heaven.
In the cause-and-effect relationship, although the fortune of Qingyun Cave Heaven is enormous, it exudes an aura of decline and gloom, clearly in a period of decline, without any abnormal fluctuations.
exclude.
Next is Qingfeng Ridge.
When Xuan Hui's consciousness touched the fortune of Qingfeng Ridge, a burning, stinging sensation instantly rebounded.
There are almost no major problems with Chen Yi. He is an ordinary rogue cultivator, a spirit chef, a puppeteer, and a body refiner. Everything about him is quite ordinary.
It seems there's nothing wrong with him.
But he saw someone else.
The female cultivator who had always been by Chen Yi's side was Ning Bu'er!
In the scene, a jet-black demonic flame soared into the sky. At the center of the flame, a ferocious demonic god phantom could be vaguely seen, opening its huge mouth and frantically devouring the surrounding golden light.
Beneath the phantom of that demon god stood none other than the golden statue of Buddha from the Vajra Temple!
"This woman actually possesses a trace of the power to destroy my Vajra Temple?!"
Xuan Hui gasped, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Excellent! I never expected that Junior Brother Xuan Gang's powerful finger strike several years ago wouldn't have completely crippled this woman!"
He could see it clearly; the purity of the demonic flame was extremely high, even surpassing the inheritance of the ancient demon lineage tens of thousands of years ago, reaching a completely new level.
This is no cripple, it's clearly an awakening, peerless demon!
This woman harbored a deep and abiding hatred for the Vajra Temple, a hatred she kept hidden for a long time.
If she were to truly grow up, she would become a major threat to the Kongo Temple!
This woman must not be allowed to live!
Xuan Hui never expected that although his calculation of the Prisoner of Heaven Relic failed, he would unexpectedly discover such a huge hidden danger.
Moreover, the fortune of Qingfeng Ridge appears unstoppable and soaring to the sky in the picture, and it seems that the reason for this is Ning Bu'er.
Since the Prisoner's Relic has vanished and the investigation has yielded no results, we must bring back more valuable spoils to explain to the temple.
Slaying the witch and stifling the rise of Qingfeng Ridge is not out of the question.
Xuan Hui slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became colder than ever before.
He took out a bottle of pills from his pocket, tilted his head back and swallowed them, and his pale face quickly regained its rosy color.
"Walk."
"Head of the hospital, where are we going?"
"Let's go to Qingyun Cave first to check the situation there and eliminate any remaining interference."
Xuan Hui turned his gaze toward Qingfeng Ridge, a cruel smile curving his lips.
"Then, back to Qingfeng Ridge!"
"You two get ready for battle. This time, don't hold back."
"yes!"
A murderous aura permeated the desolate hillside, and the three figures once again transformed into streaks of light, speeding towards the direction of Qingyun Cave.
Deep within Qingyun Cave, clouds and mist shroud the area.
The main hall, which symbolized the highest power of the Qingyun Sect, remained closed, and the Qingyun Patriarch never showed himself.
In the side hall of the main hall, the atmosphere was so stagnant it was almost dripping with tension.
Lin Yunsheng sat upright on the left side of the main seat, twirling a jade teacup in his hand. His eyelids were half-drooping, and his gaze was fixed on the tea leaves rising and falling in the cup, not even glancing at the old monk opposite him, who was dressed in a kasaya and had a solemn appearance.
Xuan Hui had absolutely no good feelings towards Lin Yunsheng.
If he hadn't secretly sent a message to the Vajra Temple back then, allowing Xuan Gang to take action, none of this mess would have happened later.
Although this eliminated the possibility that Chen Yi might be a remnant of the Thunder Soul Sect, it also brought out the hidden danger of Ning Bu'er's Nine Yin Demon Body in advance, which can be considered as removing a thorn in the side for the Vajra Temple.
However, the incident stemmed from Lin Yunsheng's ill intentions; he used the Vajra Temple as a weapon, and his heart was despicable.
Lin Yunsheng also had no good feelings towards the Jingang Temple, because the temple had been inefficient in its work and had left some loose ends.
The group from Qingfeng Ridge stared at him like mad dogs, ready to bite.
In recent years, even as a dignified Nascent Soul elder, he dared not step out of the protective array of Qingyun Cave Heaven, for fear of being ambushed by those reckless guys from Qingfeng Ridge.
He put the blame entirely on the Vajra Temple.
How dare Xuan Hui come knocking on my door now?
"Elder Lin, this humble monk will ask one more time." Xuan Hui put down his prayer beads, his voice deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable, metallic quality, "Is the Prisoner of Heaven Vajra Relic truly located in Qingyun Cave Heaven?"
Lin Yunsheng chuckled and slammed the teacup heavily on the table.
"Master, that's a novel question. Our Qingyun Sect cultivates the pure Qi of Taoism, so what use would we have for the relics of your Buddhist sect?"
"Besides, I haven't left Qingyun Cave Heaven in all these years, and I have no idea how your disciple Yuanzhen died. How could you possibly trace this back to me?"
Xuan Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, and two golden lights flashed from the depths of his pupils, while a faint aura of power emanated from his body.
"This matter is of great importance. If Elder Lin has a clear conscience, he may make a vow to Heaven, and this humble monk will depart."
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"You dare make me swear an oath? Humph!!"
Lin Yunsheng snorted coldly, and his mid-stage Nascent Soul aura crashed back without reservation.
"Xuan Hui, get your facts straight! This is Qingyun Cave Heaven, not the main hall of your Vajra Temple!"
He pointed at Xuan Hui's nose, spitting as he spoke: "Back then, I did your Vajra Temple a favor and did you no wrong! If I hadn't delivered the message, would you have known the whereabouts of the Nine Yin Demon Body in advance?"
Now look what's happened! I haven't even repaid their kindness, and they're already blaming me?
Xuan Hui's face was gloomy, and he did not back down.
Lin Yunsheng's sneer intensified as he took a step closer: "The sects behind everyone are all powerful forces with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in charge, so we are all on equal footing."
"You, a peak mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, are my equal. What right do you have to come to my house to interrogate a prisoner? Do you really think I, Lin Yunsheng, am made of clay?"
The side hall was filled with spiritual energy, and the tables and chairs creaked under the weight of the room.
Xuan Hui stared at Lin Yunsheng for a long time, but ultimately did not lash out.
This is, after all, the territory of the Azure Cloud Ancestor.
Moreover, he secretly used a secret technique to investigate the area, and indeed there was no trace of the Prisoner of Heaven Relic within the Azure Cloud Cave. Lin Yunsheng's reaction also seemed genuine—this old fox was truly angry, not guilty.
"If that's the case, then so be it, let's go."
Xuan Hui stood up, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave with the two monks from the Vajra Temple behind him, without even offering a polite farewell.
Lin Yunsheng watched their retreating figures, spat fiercely, sat back down in his chair, his face still ashen.
After leaving Qingyun Cave, Xuan Hui and his two companions rode on golden light and soared straight into the sky.
"Uncle-Master, are we just going to let it go like this?" a middle-aged monk behind us asked telepathically.
Xuan Hui remained expressionless, his prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand.
"Qingyun Cave Heaven is indeed not a suspect. But that doesn't mean the investigation has ended."
He suddenly stopped and turned his gaze toward the distant, rolling mountain range—Qingfeng Ridge.
"The location where the Prisoner of Heaven Relic finally disappeared was in this area. Since it's not in Qingyun Cave Heaven, there's only one possibility left."
Xuan Hui's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his originally compassionate face instantly turned ferocious and terrifying.
"Back to Qingfeng Ridge!"
The three of them turned their escape light around, their speed increased dramatically, and they transformed into three shooting stars, carrying a surge of killing intent, as they once again charged towards the place they had just left.
It is still a thousand miles away from Qingfeng Ridge.
Xuan Hui didn't waste any words and immediately took action.
He formed a hand seal with one hand and pressed it sharply into the void.
boom!
The world changed color.
The spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles was instantly drained, and high in the sky, a golden finger the size of a mountain materialized out of thin air.
The fingerprints were clear, with Sanskrit chains wrapped around the fingertips, carrying a terrifying aura that suppressed all ages, as it crushed down fiercely towards the main peak of Qingfeng Ridge.
【Vajra Imprisoning Heavenly Finger!】
One of the sacred powers that guards the temple of Kongo-ji!
Without asking any questions, he attacked directly, intending to force out the true strength of the two from Qingfeng Ridge and expose their previous lies.
Inside Qingfeng Ridge.
Chen Yi was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, sensing the automatic operation of heaven and earth, and a causal aura of calamity was enveloping him.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of arrays and restrictions, and saw the giant golden finger that was crushing down from a thousand miles away.
"How is that possible?"
Chen Yi frowned.
He had already used a secret method to conceal the secrets of heaven, confirming that Xuan Hui could not identify him as the murderer of Yuan Zhen, nor could he sense the aura of the Prisoner's Relic.
Why do they keep returning?
Moreover, he unleashed a deadly move right away, which was meant to destroy the foundation of Qingfeng Ridge!
Could something have gone wrong?
In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Yi's mind.
The art of deduction spun wildly in his mind, instantly capturing a faint glimmer of life.
"what?"
There's a silver lining in this misfortune; this could be an opportunity.
Outside the quiet room, a figure in a black dress seemed poised to unleash a demonic attack.
Sensing the impending annihilation of her clan, Ning Bu'er's eyes flashed with killing intent. She unleashed a demonic flame in her hand, its quality comparable to the peak of the mid-stage fourth rank, as she prepared to recklessly activate the killing array within the array and clash head-on with the Vajra Finger.
"Fuji, calm down!"
Chen Yi's voice rang in Ning Bu'er's mind.
"Dismantle the inner formation! Leave only the outermost layer of defense! Let him attack!"
Ning Bu'er paused in mid-air, looking astonished, but out of absolute trust in Chen Yi, she gritted her teeth and withdrew the spiritual power that was about to erupt.
With swift fingers, several spells were cast.
The deadly sword formation, which was originally hidden under the mountain-protecting formation, quietly disappeared, leaving only that seemingly bright but actually fragile fourth-order defensive light screen.
next moment.
The Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger descends.
Click!
The defensive light barrier above Qingfeng Ridge was as fragile as an eggshell, lasting only half a breath before shattering into countless fragments of spiritual light under the giant golden finger.
The terrifying shockwave pounded against the main peak without any obstruction.
Rumble—
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
Halfway up the main peak, a core medicinal garden that had reached the fourth rank was instantly reduced to dust.
The soil churned up, and not even a trace of the rare medicinal herbs remained, leaving only a huge, bottomless finger mark.
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