“Master, if Sect Master Murong uses the Haotian Mirror to trace everything that happened in the secret realm, will my tracks be exposed?” Ye Fan looked at Ye Zheng’s miserable state and, for the first time, truly felt the overpowering dominance of Murong Bing. Anxiously, he kept communicating with the ancient soul slumbering in his mind.
“Fan’er, you are the child of destiny, the son favored by the Heavenly Dao. Even an Imperial Artifact cannot trace your roots. Murong Bing harbors the Dao Rhythms of Creation. If I’m not mistaken, she possesses one of the top ten ancient physiques—the Divine Physique of Creation. If you can dual cultivate with her and comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang Creation, the benefits will be unimaginable. It could transform your Azure Sun Sacred Body into a Great Sun Divine Body. Achieving the Emperor Realm and ascending to the ranks of immortals will not be difficult. This woman must be taken.”
An ancient, weathered voice echoed in Ye Fan’s ear.
“Master, rest assured. I will definitely conquer Sect Master Murong. Such an exquisite, noble, and cold woman is a match only for me, Ye Fan.”
Thinking of Murong Bing’s graceful figure and her dignified, empress-like demeanor, Ye Fan’s heart blazed with passion.
“Fan’er, I believe you will win her over. You are the child of destiny. All things good and precious in the Mystic Sky Continent are prepared for you by the Heavenly Dao. Xia Changqing is just a lucky fool who stumbled upon fortune.”
Gu Chen spoke seriously.
‘Hmph, damn traitor, let’s see what excuse you have this time for betraying your master. With me here, you can forget about stepping into the demonic path.’
Murong Bing’s face remained icy, but inside, she lifted her chin arrogantly.
“Whoosh!”
A dazzling golden bead shot from between the brows of the stunning woman, floating quietly in midair. Murong Bing infused it with a wisp of Nine Heavens Immortal Qi. The bead grew with the wind, transforming into an oval ancient mirror eight feet long and half as wide.
The edge of the Haotian Mirror was inlaid with three Wangchuan Stones, representing the past, present, and future. Its back was engraved with totems of mountains, rivers, plants, insects, birds, and beasts, all shifting and changing as if a living world was encapsulated within the mirror.
‘Holy shit, she’s serious! When has Murong Bing ever taken me so seriously? Could it be I haven’t returned three thousand years into the past but crossed into an altered future where the plot has completely changed?’
Xia Changqing stared wide-eyed at the Haotian Mirror, exuding imperial might and swirling Dao Rhythms that refused to disperse.
In the Azure Cloud Holy Land, the person who understood the Haotian Mirror best wasn’t Murong Bing nor the aged Supreme Elder—it was him, Xia Changqing. After falling into the demonic path and transforming into the Great Self-Demonic Lord, he captured Murong Bing, trained her into a bedroom slave, and forced out the imperial incantations controlling the Haotian Mirror. Naturally, the mirror fell into his hands.
To erase the artifact spirit, Xia Changqing imprisoned the Haotian Mirror within his dantian, constantly corroding its spirituality and Dao Rhythms with his Great Self-Demonic Qi. Eventually, the Haotian Mirror became the supreme demonic weapon he used to massacre countless beings.
‘Hmph, even if you rack your brain, you wouldn’t guess, traitor. I too have returned to three thousand years ago.’
Murong Bing smirked inwardly.
She then formed hand seals and chanted, casting a profound incantation into the Haotian Mirror.
“Ripples!”
The mirror’s smooth surface rippled like a stone dropped into water, radiating faint golden waves, along with the power of time and space.
As the ripples settled, the surface displayed a new scene.
A man wearing a bronze mask was secretly meeting with the Saintess of the Heavenly Demonic Sect, Gong Xinyue.
“When Xia Changqing leads the team into the Purple Bamboo Forest, you’ll play the Nine-Finger Demonic Tune to stir a beast tide and scatter the Azure Cloud disciples. Then lure Xia Changqing away. I’ll take his form and slaughter the three thousand Azure Cloud disciples. Afterward, all the primordial spirits and blood essence of the three thousand Divine Transformation disciples will be yours.”
The masked man said hoarsely with a grin.
“Hmph, you get the two greatest treasures while I get scraps? That’s not a fair deal. Xia Changqing’s Sage’s Pupils combined with that demonic halberd are no joke.”
The alluring woman in the red dress folded her arms and spoke in a tone half-mocking, half-complaining.
“Who knows what the end result will be? I might end up with nothing. Adding one Dao Palace Realm cultivator’s soul and blood essence is my bottom line. If you don’t agree, forget it. I’ll find another way.”
The masked man said coldly.
“Hehe, that’s better. Deal! I happen to need a Dao Palace Realm cultivator’s soul and blood essence to refine a Blood-Burning Pill.”
The red-dressed woman blinked playfully and smiled.
The scene shifted again to Xia Changqing battling Gong Xinyue, pushing her into retreat. Meanwhile, the masked man, disguised as Xia Changqing, mercilessly slaughtered the Azure Cloud disciples.
The final scene froze on the moment when the law enforcement elders surrounded Xia Changqing, severely wounding him and dragging him back to the sect.
With the truth laid bare, silence fell over the Hall of Justice. Many of the true disciples who had just now condemned Xia Changqing lowered their heads in shame.
Murong Bing stared at the image of Xia Changqing being injured and surrounded. Unexpectedly, her heart surged with anger and distress.
“Chen Ji, you deliberately injured my Senior Disciple so severely. Is this how you enforce the law?”
Murong Bing’s phoenix eyes gleamed like blades, her voice icy and filled with killing intent.
“Sect Master, please calm down! I had no idea that someone had set a trap to frame the Holy Son!”
The newly appointed Law Enforcement Elder, who had been so spirited earlier, now knelt trembling on the ground, begging for mercy.
“I don’t think it’s ignorance. It’s cowardice.”
Murong Bing’s cold gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on Ye Fan with a sneer.
“Sect Master, I’ll speak, I’ll speak! The Grand Elder gave me a enlightenment fruit and told me to cripple Xia Changqing’s dantian. I suspected something was wrong, so I only knocked him down two major realms without destroying his dantian. Holy Son, please forgive me!”
Facing life and death, Chen Ji abandoned all dignity. He lunged forward, clutching Xia Changqing’s thigh, wailing.
“Chen Ji, you slanderous dog! I treated you well! Sect Master, I suspect Chen Ji colluded with the masked man to frame the Holy Son. I suggest crippling his cultivation and expelling him from the sect!”
Ye Zheng wiped the blood from his mouth and roared.
He knew he had to offer up a scapegoat to calm Murong Bing’s fury, or the Ye family would be doomed.
“Ye Zheng, you vicious old fox! You want me dead? Damn your ancestors! It was you who ordered me. You’re the true culprit! If the Holy Son was crippled, Ye Fan would be the biggest winner. Clearly, Ye Fan is the true butcher of the three thousand Azure Cloud disciples! Your Ye family has long rotted!”
Chen Ji’s face twisted with hatred, screaming.
“Sect Master, please see the truth! My Ye family is loyal to Azure Cloud Holy Land! We would never collude with the Heavenly Demonic Sect to frame the Holy Son.”
Ye Zheng trembled violently, tears streaming down his old face.
“Then let’s see who the masked man really is.”
Murong Bing’s voice was filled with mockery and disdain.
Such a dog-eat-dog drama was indeed entertaining. She was curious to see just how much the Heavenly Dao favored Ye Fan.