Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: To Pacify the Witch Ghost Realm!
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The Witch Ghost Secret Realm, headquarters of the Nether Listen Sect.
Unlike other places in the secret realm, as the headquarters of the Nether Listen Sect, it had various ghost messengers clearing out witch ghosts, and over time, a city was even built.
Its name was the 'City of Wrongful Death'.
In the center of the majestic city, a divine statue pierced the clouds.
Nearly eighty percent of the secret realm's population was gathered in this 'City of Wrongful Death', and every second of every minute, they could see this towering divine statue.
Its face was none other than that of the Nether Listen Sect's Ancestral Master. Below the statue stood a magnificent, resplendent palace, the place of seclusion for the eight elders of the sect. The Nether Listen Sect had no master, venerating only the Ancestral Master, so all affairs were decided jointly by the eight elders.
Normally, only one of the eight elders would be on duty, while the other seven remained in a state of slumber.
After all, the Nether Listen Sect's system involved feeding ghosts with one's own body, resulting in extremely short lifespans. Without using this method to prolong their lives, they would suffer a backlash from the witch ghosts within a few years.
At this moment, however, a full six elders had entered a state of revival.
Grand Elder White Impermanence sat at the head. He had an extremely youthful appearance, dressed in white, tall and slender, with an eerie smile perpetually on his face:
"The Ancestral Master's divine statue has been destroyed. This is no small matter."
"Before the statue was destroyed, a decree from the Ancestral Master was transmitted, ordering us to find the person who destroyed it at all costs. That is why I have awakened all you junior brothers."
At this point, White Impermanence looked at the two empty seats and frowned:
"Where are Junior Brothers Civil and Martial?"
A burly man in full armor, with an ox-head effigy hanging from one shoulder pauldron, stood up and said, "They have just returned to their positions. Revival will take some time."
Hearing this, White Impermanence nodded. "Very well. There is no rush."
Before his voice had faded, another black-robed Daoist stood up. His face was fierce, his build stocky, and he spoke in a harsh voice, "If you ask me, why wait for them to revive?"
"According to the sect's scriptures, although the outside world has many experts, those who have truly reached the Ancestral Master's level dare not enter. And the strongest cultivators below the Ancestral Master's level are merely on par with us. Weren't those outsiders who trespassed on our headquarters a few days ago, calling themselves 'Disciples of the Divine Martial Sect', just like that?"
"Rather than waiting here, we might as well take the first step."
"In any case, the Day and Night Patrol Gods have both returned to their posts. They can monitor everything inside and outside the secret realm. No matter how that outsider tries to hide, he will not escape our grasp."
"Senior Brother speaks the truth."
The one who spoke in agreement was a handsome young man with three eyes, who laughed, "A mere unorthodox practitioner from the outside world, how could he be our match?"
The eight great elders of the Nether Listen Sect might have had their own names before their promotion, but after becoming elders, they were only known by the names of the red-clothed ghosts they controlled: Black and White Impermanence, the Civil and Martial Judges, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and the Day and Night Patrol Gods. Each possessed their own unique and strange abilities.
The three-eyed youth who spoke was the 'Day Patrol God' of the Day and Night Patrol Gods.
As his name implied, his witch ghost was the third eye on his forehead. It was golden in color, shaped like a great sun, and by opening it, he could observe all manifest things within the secret realm.
The other, the 'Night Patrol God', was his opposite, able to observe all hidden things within the secret realm.
With the two of them working together, everything that happened in the Witch Ghost Secret Realm was like reading the lines on their own palms to the Nether Listen Sect. No matter how skilled someone was, they could not escape their sight.
It was clear that the eight elders were vaguely divided into two factions.
White Impermanence, Ox-Head, and Horse-Face formed one faction, advocating for caution and wanting to wait until all eight were present before searching for the person who destroyed the Ancestral Master's statue.
Black Impermanence and the Day and Night Patrol Gods, on the other hand, were full of confidence, believing that outsiders were nothing special and that they could easily handle the situation themselves.
"Junior Brother, you are too reckless."
Grand Elder White Impermanence shook his head, his smile unchanging. "This matter is not just about the destruction of the Ancestral Master's statue and our sect losing some face."
"It is because the one who destroyed the statue is related to a grand plan of our sect."
"All you junior brothers are aware that although this place is good, it is ultimately a cage. If we wish to live longer, or even reach higher realms, we must leave."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Black Impermanence's eyes flickered, but he spoke with disbelief, "Senior Brother, are you saying that person can help us leave this place? Impossible. Who can break the Heavenly Sword?"
As he spoke, the other elders also showed expressions of fear. The so-called "Heavenly Sword" was, of course, the streak of Golden Core Sword Qi that hung high above the Witch Ghost Secret Realm. For a thousand years, it had become a nightmare in the hearts of everyone in the secret realm, and no one dared to even think of resisting it.
"Just because we cannot break it does not mean no one in the outside world can."
White Impermanence chuckled lightly. "The Ancestral Master planned for this long ago. As long as we can capture this person, we can naturally borrow his strength to break that damned Heavenly Sword."
White Impermanence spoke with conviction, appearing extremely confident.
Although Black Impermanence and the others were still skeptical, since White Impermanence had explicitly stated this was the Ancestral Master's plan, they no longer insisted on their own opinions.
Just then, two more auras appeared in the grand hall. In the empty seats, two figures materialized, still ethereal. One held a brush and a book, the other a suspended bright mirror. They were the last two elders.
"The Civil and Martial Judges have revived as well!"
Seeing this, White Impermanence laughed heartily. "Excellent! I'll ask the Day and Night Patrol Gods to act. Once the target is located, Ox-Head and Horse-Face will help us get there quickly."
The Day and Night Patrol Gods nodded upon hearing this, and then both opened their dharma eyes.
The next second, however, they were stunned.
"You two junior brothers?"
White Impermanence frowned and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that the person who destroyed the Ancestral Master's statue is extremely skilled at hiding, and you cannot find any trace of him?"
"No."
The Day and Night Patrol Gods showed expressions of disbelief, then hesitated before saying, "He isn't hiding anywhere else... He's right outside the City of Wrongful Death!"
Outside the City of Wrongful Death, Lu Yang's true body stood with his hands behind his back, holding the Myriad Spirits Banner.
How could he allow others to snore beside his bed? Since he intended to turn the Witch Ghost Secret Realm into his own power base, Lu Yang naturally could not tolerate the existence of the Nether Listen Sect.
Besides, he also wanted to meet the old veteran of the Witch Ghost Dao who was behind the Nether Listen Sect.
"Let's start with a greeting."
With a thought from Lu Yang, a round halo, as clear as a mirror, appeared behind his head. Using the standing of [Sage's Plunder], he looked down upon the city from above.
Almost simultaneously, nearly all the cultivators of the Nether Listen Sect felt a sensation.
However, no one understood what was happening. They only saw the witch ghosts within their bodies suddenly begin to rampage, letting out indescribably miserable shrieks.
The next second—
"Profound Yin Form-Seizing Grand Art."
Lu Yang swiped with two fingers, and the round halo that reflected the entire city silently shattered. A terrifying cursing power then spread out.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!*
Without any warning, inside the City of Wrongful Death, the mortals were unaffected, but the cultivators suddenly showed expressions of terror and clutched their necks.
On their necks, a fissure appeared.
Immediately after, blood gushed out like a fountain.
*Thud!*
The sound of countless heads hitting the ground merged into one, perfectly synchronized, becoming a heaven-shaking thud that instantly spread throughout the entire city!
In an instant, countless witch ghosts, freed from the cultivators who restrained them, soared into the sky. Yet, as if uncontrolled, they swarmed towards Lu Yang outside the city. Lu Yang opened the Myriad Spirits Banner, swallowing them all like a whale drinking the sea, refusing none. In less than an hour, he had collected hundreds, even thousands, of witch ghosts!
"Audacious fiend!!!"
Only then did eight crimson, blood-like streaks of light erupt from the center of the City of Wrongful Death. Within the light, the eight elders of the Nether Listen Sect looked on, their eyes splitting with rage.
They did not care about the near-total annihilation of their followers.
However, Lu Yang's act of collecting the witch ghosts sent them into an instant fury. Every single witch ghost was crucial to the Nether Listen Sect. This was digging up their very roots!
White Impermanence immediately stepped forward. "Are you the villain who destroyed our sect's Ancestral Master's statue?"
Lu Yang ignored White Impermanence's question, merely glancing around as if sensing something, before his gaze fell upon the towering divine statue within the City of Wrongful Death.
"So that's where you are."
The next second, Lu Yang's figure vanished from the spot.
"What!?"
The eight elders' expressions changed drastically. They subconsciously looked around, finally spotting Lu Yang's seated figure atop the head of the towering divine statue in the city center.
He looked down, his gaze fixed on the divine statue, and smiled faintly:
"I have come as invited. Where is the senior?"
(End of this chapter)