Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 22 Yunmiao Meets Song Yu

The golden sun broke free from the shackles of the mountains and soared into the sky, its radiant rays turning the sea of ​​clouds into a sheet of molten gold.

A streak of purple-gold light pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and landed in front of an ancient and secluded courtyard on the main peak.

"Senior Uncle Cheng, your disciple Wei Changqing requests an audience!"

"Come in."

The simple wooden door, resembling that of a farmhouse courtyard, opens inwards.

Wei Changqing took a deep breath and stepped inside. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he knelt down with a "plop" and touched the ground with his head.

"This disciple has committed a grave error and has come to apologize to my senior master!"

With a creak, the main door opened, and Cheng Tiankun stepped out.

He looked down at Wei Changqing, who was kneeling on the ground: "What requires you to do this?"

Wei Changqing pressed his forehead tightly against the bluestone slab: "Previously, a rogue cultivator claimed to be a descendant of an old friend of mine. He said that his family had been wiped out by the demonic path, so he came to seek refuge with me. I verified the tokens and found them to be genuine. In addition, his account of his old friend's past matched the facts, so I recommended him to join the sect."

"Last time, I went out with Junior Brother Duan on a sect mission. I had some doubts, so I took him to investigate the old site of a friend's family. We unexpectedly found their scattered family genealogy, and the name of that rogue cultivator wasn't on it!"

"After returning to the peak yesterday, I immediately inquired about this young man's recent situation and was shocked to learn that he had been assigned to patrol the core restrictions of the Cloud Mist Secret Realm less than five months after joining the sect!"

Wei Changqing suddenly slammed his head against the ground:

"I know I have brought a wolf into my house and caused a great disaster, so I have come to apologize to my senior master."

Cheng Tiankun's gaze was deep and he remained silent for a long time, with only the sound of the morning breeze in the courtyard.

"Changqing," the old man finally spoke, "you have been a disciple of my Luoyun Sect for nearly two hundred years, haven't you? I still remember that when you first entered the sect, you were only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

As he spoke, a vast and unfathomable divine consciousness descended upon him instantly.

Wei Changqing felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his five senses and six consciousnesses had been stripped away, and all things in heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only this small courtyard.

Although the oppressive feeling of despair quickly receded like a tide, Wei Changqing's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He forced himself to remain kneeling:

"Master, you are wise enough to have accepted me as your disciple, taught me, and resolved my doubts. You have also saved me from danger on numerous occasions. This kindness and affection are heavier than mountains. I willingly accept any punishment without complaint!"

"Alright, you may leave now. I am aware of this matter." Cheng Tiankun's tone returned to its previous calm and gentle manner.

"Yes! This disciple takes his leave!" Wei Changqing kowtowed deeply before transforming into a streak of light and departing.

Cheng Tiankun stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, watching the departing light, and transmitted his voice: "Junior Brother Lü, I'll leave the matter of Changqing and that suspicious disciple to you."

"Don't worry, senior brother." Lu Luo's voice immediately rang in Cheng Tiankun's mind.

At the same time, a pale blue, watery light quietly rose up and followed the direction where Wei Changqing had left.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, in your opinion, is this merely a smokescreen set up by the Heavenly Fiend Sect, or is it their true scheme?"

A dignified and deep male voice sounded from behind.

A middle-aged man with a striking appearance and broad frame, dressed in a simple gray robe, and a tall, beautiful woman in a red shirt, emerged from the main house one after the other.

"Fellow Daoist Long Han, Fellow Daoist Feng Bing, please forgive my poor performance."

Cheng Tiankun led the two to a blue stone tea table on the side of the courtyard and they sat down.

"It's indeed difficult to say for sure about this matter. However, with two fellow Daoists here, even if the Heavenly Fiend Sect were to send out its entire force, they would surely not return alive!"

He wasn't just making empty promises. When these two joined forces, their combat power was comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. They wouldn't be afraid even if they faced the leader of the righteous path or a giant of the demonic path.

Long Han smiled slightly:

"It was quite a coincidence that Elder Jin was discussing important matters at my Luanming Sect when he received the message, so he directly informed my wife and me."

As Cheng Tiankun brewed tea, he said with great emotion, "The righteous and demonic paths are insatiable in their greed. If the various sects of the Northern and Southern Realms could help and support each other like the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, what would we have to fear from those demons and monsters?"

"That makes perfect sense." Long Han accepted the fragrant tea and agreed, "Elder Jin and I are planning to encourage the various factions in the North to establish an alliance."

Feng Bing put down her teacup, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent, and suddenly interjected, "Regardless of their goals, with Fellow Daoist Jin and my wife, the three of us at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, attacking together is a perfect opportunity to establish our authority against this demonic villain!"

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"Among the three sects of Yunmeng, the Fiery Old Monster of Baiqiao Academy is in seclusion refining the academy's most treasured artifact and has no time to attend to anything else. As for the greatest threat—Elder Jin Wuhuan of the Ancient Sword Sect—although we haven't been able to find his whereabouts, even if he does come, we still have three Nascent Soul stage cultivators! Three against one, the advantage is in our hands!"

The Heavenly Fiend True Lord stood with his hands behind his back, talking eloquently to the two people in front of him.

One was an old man in gray robes, his junior brother; the other had white hair and beard, and wore a plain white Taoist robe with cloud patterns, and was a rogue cultivator named Yun Daoren.

At this moment, the three of them were in a secluded valley near the Luoyun Sect.

After a moment of contemplation, Daoist Yun said, "Jin Wuhuan is, after all, a sword cultivator who has been famous for hundreds of years. We should be cautious. Perhaps we should find another rogue cultivator to help us."

Tian Sha Zhenjun shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the corner, where three pitch-black cabinets covered with talismans stood quietly in the shadows.

"These are the Heavenly Net Fiend Corpses! All three possess the strength of the early Nascent Soul stage, with one even reaching the peak of the early stage. If Jin Wuhuan truly appears and hinders our important matter, then these three will be the ones to entangle him!"

"Heavenly Net Corpse! True Lord, you've actually brought out the Heavenly Fiend Sect's trump card!" Yun Daoren exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

Anyone who has cultivated immortality knows that when a cultivator kills a powerful enemy of the same or even higher level, he will accumulate baleful energy.

The key material for refining this corpse is the corpse of a cultivator containing overwhelming malevolent energy.

If it weren't for the scarcity of raw materials, the difficulty of refining, and the challenge of controlling the technique, the Heavenly Fiend Sect wouldn't have been relegated to the second-largest sect of the demonic path, the Spirit Control Sect.

Master Yun laughed heartily: "Since True Lord has made all the preparations, when shall we begin?"

"First, our junior brother will feign an attack on the mountain gate." A fierce glint flashed in Tian Sha Zhenjun's eyes. "Once the enemy's attention is drawn, we will detonate the demonic seed and break the restriction."

"When the entrance to the secret realm is forcibly anchored here, that will be the time for Fellow Daoist Yun and me to lead our people into the realm to seize the treasure!"

While the three were discussing, several array masters from the Heavenly Fiend Sect were busy in the valley, and a complex array was about to be completed.

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Within the Cloudy Mystery Realm, the weather is always sunny and breezy.

Lin Jingchu stepped through the clouds, his clothes fluttering in the breeze, and flew slowly toward the camp.

He chose to work in the spirit bird breeding area located in the northwest corner of the secret realm.

That area was quite a distance from the camp, and the daily commute required extra time, but it suited Lin Jingchu perfectly.

Because it's closest to the entrance to the secret realm, if anything goes wrong, it might be able to escape successfully in the first instance.

He had just flown over a hill when he was met head-on by several figures rushing towards him.

The person in the lead had long, flowing black hair, her long legs straddling a jade flute, and her white robes fluttering in the wind, making her look like a celestial being descended from heaven.

Lin Jingchu was taken aback and exclaimed, "Senior Sister Song!"