What a Vicious Scheme From You Two, Solved Without Lifting a Finger
What a Vicious Scheme From You Two, Solved Without Lifting a Finger
Weng!!
It was a surging power, vast and astonishing, even far exceeding the strength Ying Shuang usually displayed.
From within his bloodline, an ancient and weighty power was reviving.
As five-colored radiance erupted from his eyes, a terrifying phantom condensed behind him—faintly, it seemed as if a peerless Sky Emperor stood towering there, swallowing mountains and rivers with his aura, unmatched through the ages.
The entire teahouse trembled, as if it were about to collapse and split apart.
At this moment, his whole body seemed to be burning, even his hair shining brilliantly, his gaze like heavenly swords, ringing with a zheng-zheng sound!
“I’ve been waiting for you to make your move.”
Seeing this, Gu Changge was not surprised in the slightest. He smiled and unhurriedly set down the teacup in his hand.
Behind him, Yin Mei instantly understood Gu Changge’s intention.
Chi!
She stepped forward, and with a wave of her jade hand, streak after streak of resplendent divine radiance transformed into ribbon-like streams that fell toward Ying Shuang.
It looked incomparably dazzling, with light soaring into the sky, shining out from this place.
However, the power of these ribbons was not great—before they could even get close to Ying Shuang, they directly broke apart.
Ying Shuang’s control over his own power was no longer as simple as before.
With just a casual wave of his hand, he withstood Yin Mei’s attack and sent her flying backward.
Then, her white dress stained with blood, she fell out of the teahouse.
“This...”
Ying Shuang was somewhat stunned. He hadn’t expected Yin Mei to be so fragile—she couldn’t even withstand a casual strike from him.
Outside, the many prodigies and Cultivators were still shocked by the sudden eruption of world-shaking aura from this place, when they suddenly saw a figure fly out from within, spitting blood as she fell.
Before they could react, they saw a terrifying aura erupt from within the teahouse, as floor after floor of the building exploded into ash.
“That’s...”
“The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s Gifted Lady Yin Mei!”
A sharp-eyed prodigy was the first to recognize Yin Mei’s figure, exclaiming in utter shock.
“What happened? Why is Gifted Lady Yin Mei suddenly injured and falling? Was she fighting someone just now?”
The many prodigies were shocked beyond measure. At a time like this, who would suddenly be fighting Yin Mei?
“What did Gifted Lady Yin Mei encounter? Why does her expression look so pale and panicked...”
Some prodigies noticed Yin Mei’s pale, bloodless, breathtakingly beautiful face, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity in their hearts.
But they quickly realized—that should be the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s unique bewitching art.
When on the verge of death, it would actively manifest; it could be considered one of their clan’s unique life-preserving methods.
This could only mean that Gifted Lady Yin Mei had already reached the brink of death.
“Damn it, to strike at someone as heavenly beautiful as Gifted Lady Yin Mei... could the person across from her be the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
A young prodigy’s face showed anger, his fists clenched tight, about to step forward to play the hero saving the beauty—at a time like this, he might even win the fair lady’s heart.
There were actually quite a few prodigies who shared his thinking.
After all, heaven-blessed maidens with beauty like Yin Mei’s were few and far between.
“Cough cough... it’s Prince Ying!”
“The one who attacked is the Successor of Demonic Arts, Prince Ying.”
“He’s inside!”
However, at this moment, Yin Mei’s body staggered as she coughed out a mouthful of blood, her face pale and bloodless, making her appear all the more pitiful.
Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a trace of fear and lingering dread, as she revealed the identity of the one who had attacked her.
“What?”
“The Successor of Demonic Arts, Prince Ying? It’s him?”
“Why is he in the Black Tortoise Empire? Didn’t they say Heavenly Monarch Ziyang went off to track him down?”
“How could he be here? Could it be that Heavenly Monarch Ziyang never actually caught up to the Successor of Demonic Arts... It really was a cicada-shedding-its-shell trick!”
As these words came out, everyone was first stunned, and then the crowd erupted. The expressions of the many prodigies and Cultivators all changed at once, some even becoming frightened and horrified.
After all, the Successor of Demonic Arts was someone who had repeatedly escaped from Gu Changge’s hands!
Even Yin Mei had been beaten into severe injury by him, looking on the verge of death.
If they rashly charged forward, wouldn’t that be courting death?
Thinking of this, the few prodigies who had been itching to act just moments ago began to hesitate and shrink back.
Yin Mei also took a deep breath, her gaze fixed tightly on the shattered teahouse, and said, “If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I’m afraid I would have fallen victim to his poisonous hand as well.”
As she spoke, bone-deep hatred surfaced in her eyes.
“The White Tiger Clan’s Young Master Bai Lie once died tragically at the hands of the Successor of Demonic Arts. I never expected he wouldn’t even spare me.”
Hearing these words, the expressions of the many prodigies changed once again.
“Not good!”
“Yin Mei did that on purpose—my strike couldn’t have seriously injured her at all.”
Inside the teahouse, which had already collapsed into ruins, Ying Shuang’s body was still covered in dust.
Hearing these words, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly realized Yin Mei’s goal.
He cursed inwardly—truly worthy of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan; who knew how many people this acting had deceived.
Even he had previously been kept in the dark by Yin Mei without realizing it.
“Where’s Gu Changge...”
Soon, his expression changed again as he turned his head to look around, a thick unease rising in his heart.
He had been guarding against Gu Changge making a move the whole time, but he never expected that in the blink of an eye, Gu Changge would be gone?
Didn’t he say he was going to finish him off?
“Gu Changge, get out here!”
“You have the skill to frame me, but not the guts to show yourself?”
Ying Shuang was furious beyond measure, his enraged voice spreading in all directions. His figure shot up into the sky, and at this point, even though his true appearance was concealed, he was recognized by many.
After all, the aura of Sky Emperor Ying’s Bloodline was far from unfamiliar to the entire Beyond.
“At a time like this, he’s actually still provoking Young Master Changge. I think he’s gone mad.”
“It really is him! Prince Ying! How many prodigies has he slaughtered during this time, how many prodigies’ Sources has he devoured? Why won’t he just accept death!”
“Damn it, the Successor of Demonic Arts seized my senior brother’s Source. I’ll fight him to the death!”
“I don’t care anymore. Eliminating demons and defending the Dao is the duty of us Cultivators. What’s there to fear from a mere Successor of Demonic Arts!”
The moment they saw Ying Shuang reveal himself, the eyes of quite a few Cultivators below instantly turned red.
As if driven mad, they were filled with killing intent and righteous indignation.
They brought out all kinds of artifacts, divine light surging and radiance blinding, streaking across the high sky with astonishing power.
They were all people who had grudges against the Successor of Demonic Arts. At this moment, they naturally wouldn’t hold back—relying on their numbers, they charged forward to kill, determined to take Ying Shuang down!
“Don’t let him escape!”
Yin Mei didn’t forget to shout at this moment either, her exquisite face showing bone-deep hatred and killing intent.
“Damn it!”
Seeing this, Ying Shuang’s expression changed again, and he planned to break away and leave, because the more prodigies rushed over here, the more dangerous his situation would become.
By now, he had faintly guessed Gu Changge and Yin Mei’s goal—to make him expose himself, thereby drawing the other prodigies to hunt him down.
That way, for Gu Changge to kill him, he wouldn’t even need to do it with his own hands.
“Where is the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
From the east, a furious roar rang out, followed by five-colored divine light erupting forth, accompanied by surging golden radiance.
A heroic young man, like a god among men, came rushing over, riding the Four-Spirit Battle Chariot with overwhelming momentum, surrounded by phenomena of the True Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and more.
It was none other than Sky Emperor Mountain’s other prince—Prince Shen.
He too had arrived at the Black Tortoise Empire!
Behind Prince Shen, Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, riding a Golden-Winged Roc, had also arrived.
He chanted a Buddhist invocation, his face full of compassion and calm. “The Successor of Demonic Arts—everyone has the right to execute him.”
As this Buddhist chant resounded, countless golden Buddhist lights enveloped the heavens and earth.
Faintly, one could see numerous Buddhas, Vajras, Bodhisattvas, and other figures seated cross-legged behind him, compassionate of heart, delivering all beings from suffering.
The pressure of the Sacred Realm came blanketing down from the sky, and there was even a purple-golden alms bowl.
With a weng sound, it expanded from high above, and in an instant, tens of millions of Buddhist lights shone down upon everything.
Prince Shen himself was also attacking—a dazzling holy sword like the blade of a deity condensed from within his palm, piercingly sharp and unstoppable.
For a time, the entire eastern sky was covered by the figures of the two of them, their dharma bodies surging, all kinds of Sacred Principles cascading down.
“Prince Shen!”
“Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk!”
“Wonderful! With these two Ranked Disciples here, this time the Successor of Demonic Arts won’t escape even if he had wings!”
Seeing this scene, the many prodigies and Cultivators below all became invigorated, incomparably excited and thrilled.
Even the few prodigies who had shrunk back earlier now roared and charged forward, as if they shared some deep, irreconcilable hatred with the Successor of Demonic Arts.
“Damn it, Gu Changge and Yin Mei, what a vicious scheme from you two...”
Ying Shuang’s expression was unspeakably ugly. With no time to think further, he directly transformed into an Arcane Bridge and rushed off in another direction.
If he stayed here now, he would sooner or later be surrounded and killed by all the prodigies.
His speed was extremely fast, hardly pausing for even half a step.
But Prince Shen and Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, behind him were not the slightest bit slower. Their feet moved, all kinds of runes flashing beneath them, each displaying their own supreme speed techniques as they gave chase.
“It really is that fellow Ying Shuang!”
“Stop right there! Today I shall suppress and kill you to wash away the humiliation of my Sky Emperor Mountain!”
Prince Shen stared fixedly at Ying Shuang ahead, his gaze incomparably cold, divine light surging, yet filled with a faint trace of excitement.
Since the day he emerged into the world, he had proclaimed to all that he would find Ying Shuang’s whereabouts and personally execute this traitor who cultivated Taboo Demonic Arts and betrayed Sky Emperor Mountain.
To find Ying Shuang, he had expended enormous effort, yet in the end had found no clues at all.
He never expected that today, upon rushing to the Black Tortoise Empire intending to watch the show between Gu Changge and Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, he would happen to stumble right into Ying Shuang.
Truly, it came to him without any effort at all.
When the time came, as long as he suppressed and killed Ying Shuang,
wouldn’t that mean his strength surpassed Gu Changge’s? After all, Gu Changge had let the Successor of Demonic Arts escape multiple times.
“Amitabha. Benefactor, the blood on your hands is too heavy. This poor monk advises you to lay down your butcher’s blade and become a Buddha on the spot.”
Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, had a calm gaze as he chanted Buddhist invocations.
Behind him, the purple-golden alms bowl smashed toward Ying Shuang like a meteor, continuously expanding like a mountain, seeking to swallow Ying Shuang into it.
Although the auras he and Prince Shen displayed were both of the Sacred Realm, the strength the two revealed was by no means that simple—their might could only be described as heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.
This battle caused the many prodigies and Cultivators below to change expression. For the first time, they felt just how terrifying the strength of a Ranked Disciple truly was.
Even ordinary existences of the Sacred Noble Realm would likely be no match for them.
“Miss Yin Mei, are you alright?”
While the many prodigies were all staring fixedly at the three figures in the distance,
a tall, silver-haired young woman appeared before Yin Mei. Seeing that her injuries looked quite serious, she could not help asking with concern.
Yin Mei shook her head, looking somewhat weak as she said, “It’s nothing. A bit of rest and I’ll be fine.”
The silver-haired young woman was none other than Ying Shuang’s sister, Ying Yu.
She looked with complicated emotions at Ying Shuang, who was fleeing in the distance, and could not help saying, “I truly never imagined that Ying Shuang would end up hiding here, and even change his appearance to look like this.”
“Gifted Lady Yin Mei, how did you run into him?” she asked with some curiosity and puzzlement.
Hearing this, Yin Mei swallowed a healing pill. Her complexion recovered considerably before she said, “At first, I had no idea he was actually the Successor of Demonic Arts.”
“These past days, he has been secretly following me in the shadows, and sometimes he didn’t even bother to conceal it. Today I had originally planned to lay my cards on the table with him...”
“But I never expected he would suddenly explode into violence.”
At this point, she sighed somewhat helplessly.
“Xiaojie, xiaojie, are you alright? I just knew that stalker had ill intentions!”
At that moment, a little maid suddenly burst in from beyond the crowd, her face full of worry and concern.
“I’m fine. Thankfully I reacted quickly back then, otherwise I very likely would have already fallen victim to his vicious hands.”
Yin Mei shook her head.
At this moment, Ying Yu also sighed softly. From these words, she had basically already guessed the whole sequence of events.
Ying Shuang had probably intended to make a move against Yin Mei from the very start, but one who often walks by the river can hardly keep their shoes dry—this time, he had finally slipped up.
Although Yin Mei made it sound simple, claiming she had only escaped disaster thanks to a quick reaction, what was the real truth of the matter?
The power of the Successor of Demonic Arts went without saying, and Yin Mei herself was no lightweight either. Last time, it was said she had escaped from the hands of someone connected to the Successor of Demonic Arts.
With such methods, how could it have been simple?
“Ying Shuang, stop continuing in your delusion!”
Soon, coldness rose in Ying Yu’s eyes as well, strands of silver light gathering as she prepared to strike at Ying Shuang.
“I heard the Successor of Demonic Arts has appeared?”
“Where is he?”
Meanwhile, just as Prince Shen and Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, were pursuing Ying Shuang relentlessly—
Rumble rumble!
The heavens trembled, accompanied by dazzling, resplendent fluctuations.
Above the firmament, a golden Great Dao stretched forth, waves of immortal light billowing, immortal intent ethereal and drifting. Upon it stood a young man, strolling over at a leisurely pace, his gaze brilliant, his hair dancing in the wind, bearing an air of one transcendent above the mortal world.
It was none other than Gu Changge.
“Senior Brother Changge...”
Yin Mei was startled, then called out toward that direction, a serene smile on her face.
“Daoist Brother Changge!”
Ying Yu was somewhat surprised, then hurriedly saluted. “I never expected Daoist Brother Changge to arrive so promptly.”
Gu Changge smiled faintly. “I happened to receive word from my subordinates, so I came ahead first.”
“From the looks of it, the Successor of Demonic Arts indeed never left the Black Tortoise Empire.”
As he spoke, he did not choose to chase after Ying Shuang.
Instead, his figure descended, arriving at Yin Mei’s side. With some surprise and concern, he asked, “What’s happened to Junior Sister Yin Mei? Your injuries look quite serious?”
“Cough cough cough...”
Hearing this, Yin Mei could not help coughing out a mouthful of blood, which stained her dress in an instant, making her look all the more pale and pitiful, utterly bloodless.
Her steps went soft as well, as if she could barely stand steady. Gu Changge’s eyes were sharp and his hands quick—he caught her in one motion.
And so Yin Mei leaned into his embrace as a matter of course.
“Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Changge. Just now I encountered the Successor of Demonic Arts and was wounded by his strike... but this little injury is nothing. Some rest and recuperation and I’ll be fine.”
She answered, and at a moment only Gu Changge could see, she winked.
“Rest assured, Junior Sister Yin Mei. For the matter of the Successor of Demonic Arts striking and wounding you this time, I will certainly seek justice on your behalf.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge let out a breath of relief, then his eyes revealed coldness and killing intent as he made this guarantee.
“What a vixen...”
Ying Yu noticed Yin Mei’s little gesture and could not help pursing her lips inwardly. She could tell that Yin Mei more or less held feelings for Gu Changge.
Her complexion had been perfectly fine just moments ago, yet the instant Gu Changge arrived, she suddenly became frail and weak, unable to stand?
Still, she did not bring the matter up.
Boom!!
After that, Gu Changge did not linger to reminisce. He released Yin Mei, his figure shifted, and he gave chase in the direction of the earlier disturbance. Along the way, the many prodigies recognized him at first glance.
They were shocked, yet also thrilled and excited—far more reassured than when Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, and Prince Shen had made their moves.
“It’s Young Master Changge!”
“Young Master Changge has arrived too!”
“Wonderful, wonderful! This time the Successor of Demonic Arts truly cannot escape. Today will likely be the day he dies!”
“With Young Master Changge taking action, and Jin Chan the Chosen Monk and Prince Shen flanking from the side, today will be the death day of the Successor of Demonic Arts! From now on, none of us need live in fear anymore, dreading an encounter with the Successor of Demonic Arts!”
The many prodigies were overjoyed and excited, following behind, intending to witness this great battle with their own eyes.
“Gu Changge?”
“And you’re worthy of being called the number one of the younger generation?”
Ying Shuang also noticed Gu Changge arriving behind him and cursed shamelessness in his heart, but his speed only increased. If not for Gu Changge, how could he possibly have been exposed?
And now Gu Changge put on an act of complete ignorance while hunting him down from behind.
This left Ying Shuang stifled and furious to the extreme, able only to curse wildly in his heart.
“Successor of Demonic Arts, finally willing to show yourself?”
Gu Changge’s robes fluttered, his hands clasped behind his back as he rode a divine rainbow in pursuit across the firmament. The void blurred around him, his speed so great it was as though he appeared out of thin air.
He spoke offhandedly,
yet his tone was exceptionally cold. Then he struck forward, countless runes flickering in his palm, laws cascading down, and then, like stars exploding, brilliant sword radiance erupted.
This sword radiance instantly scattered into hundreds of millions of streaks, falling from every direction—thousands upon thousands of them, ringing zheng zheng, terrifying and pressing!
Rumble rumble!
The instant the sword light descended, the entire sky was blotted out, plunged into darkness. This was a majestic, inconceivable divine might.
All the mountain ranges collapsed and shattered, reduced to ash.
This sight caused the expressions of all the pursuing prodigies to change drastically, a deep dread rising within them, their very souls trembling. What kind of mighty power was this—to make the heavens change color with a casual gesture?
“As expected of Young Master Changge!”
“With the power of the Sacred Realm, he wields the might of a Sacred Emperor!”
“Young Master Changge’s strikes have never once disappointed me. A mere casual sword technique, yet it already contains the embryonic form of Sacred Emperor Realm laws...”
Many prodigies with astonishing perception sighed in admiration, their faces filled with heartfelt reverence.
Pfft!!
Facing Gu Changge’s terrifying strike, Ying Shuang’s expression changed. At the crown of his head, a dazzling, resplendent radiance emerged—the Golden Ancient Bell manifested once more.
This was a Sacred Emperor Grade artifact!
Every time it sensed a life-or-death crisis, it would awaken on its own to block the fatal blow for Ying Shuang.
This time was naturally no exception.
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood,
his figure did not stop, continuing to flee forward, intent on escaping with his life.
The Golden Ancient Bell expanded to a mountain-like, terrifying size, golden light surging, rising and falling in the firmament as though it could crush heaven and earth itself, cascading down waterfall-like waves of Sacred Emperor aura.
“Amitabha. Young Master Changge, we leave this artifact to you. We shall give chase first, lest the Successor of Demonic Arts escape.”
Seeing Gu Changge arrive swiftly, Prince Shen and Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, wore differing expressions. It was Jin Chan who took the initiative to speak, judging that Gu Changge could contend with this Sacred Emperor Grade artifact.
Then he and Prince Shen went off to hunt down Ying Shuang.
“Since Daoist Brother Jin Chan thinks so highly of me, how could I possibly decline?”
Hearing this, Gu Changge smiled faintly and did not refuse.
Prince Shen glanced at him with some surprise, a strange thought rising in his heart.
Still, leaving the task of contending with a Sacred Emperor Grade artifact to Gu Changge was fine—it saved him the trouble.
Thereupon, he said not a word and continued the pursuit.
However, Ying Shuang’s speed was tremendous. In a flash he swept across tens of thousands of miles, leaving the Black Tortoise Empire behind, swathes of mountains and ancient peaks flashing past beneath his feet.
Even Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, and Prince Shen behind him could not help frowning at this speed, unable to catch up immediately.
For they still had to channel their artifacts and strike repeatedly—they could not flee with single-minded focus the way Ying Shuang did.
“From the looks of him, he intends to charge into the land where the Eternal Overcast calamity has erupted. Ahead, grey fog billows to the sky, mixed with vast amounts of Eternal Devouring Qi. If we rush in recklessly, we may well lose him.”
“How about we split up? Pursue separately?”
A strange gleam flashed in Prince Shen’s eyes as he asked.
Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, nodded in agreement, paying no mind to the little scheme in Prince Shen’s heart. “Then be careful, Prince Shen.”
With that, his figure darted out, chasing into the grey fog, while Prince Shen’s gaze turned cold as he headed in the opposite direction.
Although Ying Shuang cultivated the Taboo Demonic Arts, the aura he revealed was still that of Sky Emperor Mountain’s inheritance.
With this connection, Prince Shen need not worry about losing track of Ying Shuang.
“This time, I will surely execute the Successor of Demonic Arts!”
“No matter how much Gu Changge’s star rises, I will suppress him!”
His eyes were filled with sharp light. Though he knew the Successor of Demonic Arts was no easy foe, he still possessed powerful confidence and was not overly worried.
“Jin Chan the Chosen Monk and Prince Shen have both chased into the Eternal Overcast Fog—and separately at that. Isn’t that far too dangerous!”
“Indeed. At a time like this, it would be best to stay together.”
“And Young Master Changge has been left behind to contend with that Sacred Emperor Grade artifact...”
The many prodigies following behind watched this scene, their expressions shifting slightly with worry. None of them dared carelessly chase inside.
“A single Sacred Emperor Grade artifact cannot stop me.”
Many prodigies looked toward Gu Changge, only to see him chuckle softly as a vast Sacred Emperor’s pressure abruptly emerged behind him.
It was like an endless expanse of mountains and rivers slowly rising there—boundless rivers and mountains, boundless power. This was divine might no words could describe!
The very heavens seemed unable to bear such majestic force.
A Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers, carved with countless intricate and ancient patterns, seemed to come alive, exuding a shocking Sacred Emperor’s pressure from within.
This, too, was a Sacred Emperor Grade artifact.
Rumble rumble!!
The shockwave from the collision of two Sacred Emperor Grade artifacts was utterly terrifying, as though countless stars were detonating there. The light was blinding, impossible to look upon directly.
Seizing this opportunity, Gu Changge’s figure flashed, passing beneath the Golden Ancient Bell. The Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers rose and fell, cascading radiance down to shield him as he rushed into the Eternal Overcast Fog, swiftly vanishing from sight.