Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 527 Immortal

Upon hearing the senior sister surnamed Wang refer to the elder she was about to become his disciple as "Grandpa," Ge Mingsheng immediately understood everything.

A person who can rise to the position of elder in a den of vipers like the Juque Sect must be incredibly cunning.

Even if she blocked countless attacks from both the open and the hidden, and did not reveal any suspicious points when she was in danger several times, a suspicious person will never let down their guard.

This time, the elder sent his grandchildren to accompany her on the mission of massacring the city, which was also another test for her.

Ge Mingsheng immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.

Without saying a word, she was about to activate the killing formation and draw her sword to fight her way out, but the flow of spiritual energy in her body suddenly stagnated, and the veins that supported the flow of spiritual energy seemed to be blocked.

Senior Sister Wang held a Gu jar in her hand, and the sarcasm in her eyes was obvious.

“Junior sister, Grandpa has already placed a Gu worm obtained from the Witch Clan on you. If you are loyal to him, you will be safe and sound, but if you are not honest…”

Senior Sister Wang touched the inscription on the Gu jar with her fingertip, watching Ge Mingsheng's face turn pale and curl up on the ground in pain. She laughed wildly:

“Hahahahaha!

"Who can you save? You can't even save yourself, yet you want to save all the traitors in the city?!"

“You have betrayed your master’s kindness and deserve to die; the people in the city are protected by the Juque Sect, yet they dare to resent the Juque Sect and even want to seal off the city and break away from the Juque Sect, and they deserve to die as well!”

"Tonight, the great formation will be activated. You will be unable to use your spiritual power and will be sacrificed by this formation just like those ordinary people who are powerless to even kill a chicken, thus becoming part of my Ten Thousand Ghost Bone Chain."

"Oh, I really like this gift Grandpa gave me..."

Ge Mingsheng was in excruciating pain. She bit her lip tightly, and the hatred in her heart burst forth from her eyes as she looked at the gleaming white bone chain on Senior Sister Wang's wrist.

As the arm swayed, the beads of the bracelet on the wrist moved slightly.

Pure and flawless, yet utterly wicked.

Ge Mingsheng clenched her fists. She remembered that someone had mentioned in a compliment that Senior Sister Wang's birthday was in the next few days...

She kept using her spiritual power to disrupt her meridians, trying to regain her cultivation. Ge Mingsheng tried to draw his sword, but someone stepped on his hand with a shoe.

Senior Sister Wang had already turned and left, her steps light and brisk, in a very good mood, and casually gave an order:

"Don't ruin her. I want to see how she struggles in the killing formation!"

She would never compete with Ge Mingsheng for the position of his personal disciple.

The elder was her grandfather. Everything that Ge Mingsheng had worked so hard to climb up the ladder and begged for was rightfully hers. Who told her she was so lucky!

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Mingzhu traveled swiftly and arrived in the outskirts of the city.

With Li Chengguan absent, the only cultivators she recognized were the two from the Suspended Poetry Academy.

Mingzhu didn't know the cultivation level or strength of the two Wu family members, but among these evil cultivators, the truly powerful figures were all entertained at the city management office by Li Chengguan.

Those who came to arrest Mr. Cui, even if they were cultivators, should be extremely insignificant figures in the cultivation world.

Mingzhu exchanged all her money for horses, as she had never learned to ride a horse before due to her family's poverty.

Even though she was flustered, she tried her best to control the horse's speed, calmly matching the horse's running rhythm and holding the reins tightly.

A light drizzle gently brushed against the hem of her clothes and strands of her hair.

Mingzhu rode his horse into the woods outside the city.

In the drizzling rain, she suddenly heard shouts and curses, as well as the pained voice of a woman.

Mingzhu's breathing almost stopped.

This small path in the suburbs was a necessary route for everyone to come and go, and it was the place where she met Mr. Cui. She turned her head to look at the source of the sound. It was far away, hidden by the leaves, in a very low position, and Mingzhu met a pair of eyes.

"You stinking teacher, you're unlucky to have upset our boss!"

"I think you can forget about having these hands now. How dare you, a lowly mortal, interfere in the affairs of immortals? You'll have to write it! You'll have to write it!"

"..."

The sound came faintly, and those eyes seemed to see a bright candle.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly—don't come to save me.

The next instant, he was kicked hard by the sole of the shoe and fell back into the low grass.

Mingzhu suppressed his anger, turned his head away, squeezed out the word "Giddy up" through gritted teeth, and pulled on the reins to make the horse speed up forward.

The horses galloped with their hooves outstretched, and Mingzhu's hands trembled with anger.

Stay calm...stay calm!

Soon they arrived at the gate of Xuan Shi Academy. She fell off her horse, which reared up and neighed. Mingzhu's ankle was caught in the stirrup, and she staggered as she pushed open the gate of Xuan Shi Academy.

The drizzle was not enough to wet the land.

The soil was loose and damp, clinging to the palm of the hand like distinct ants.

Someone returned to the courtyard and put away the poems before the rain intensified, protecting them from the rain.

Realizing this, Mingzhu's eyes lit up, as if hope had been ignited. Sister Wu must be nearby!

She knelt in the mud, pleading desperately:

"Sister Wu, I refuse to become your disciple. Please, I beg you... to save Mr. Cui Heng!"

"You two cherish each other and, though you've never met, consider each other confidants. Now that she's in trouble, Sister Wu, please help her out of consideration for our past friendship!"

"I am willing to give my life and even my brains to repay this debt! I only beg Sister Wu... no, Immortal Wu, to lend a helping hand!"

……

The summit of a distant mountain cliff.

Inside the array that isolated the inside from the outside, beneath the precious cauldron, Zhu Wuyao sat cross-legged in meditation.

She heard nothing.

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The sacrificial killing formation in Licheng has been activated.

Senior Sister Wang didn't understand why the sect did this. Although refining magical artifacts required human sacrifice, as one of the four major sects, they usually did it in private, never openly and honestly.

She sat on the top floor of the most prestigious restaurant in Licheng, holding a glass of wine.

The wails echoed endlessly in my ears as I looked down upon the mortals screaming in agony in the streets and alleys.

Senior Sister Wang suddenly narrowed her eyes.

Seeing that Ge Mingsheng, who had lost his spiritual power, was still trying to break the formation with his sword, he sneered and took out the Gu Gu again.

Ge Mingsheng supported herself with her sword, her vision blurring as she struggled to break through the spiritual energy blockade. The screams of all living beings echoed in her ears, a scene resembling purgatory.

She could only watch helplessly as the ordinary people around her fell.

This place will become a ghost town.

A speck of blood sprayed onto the ground, and Ge Mingsheng's spiritual power seemed to be slowly dissipating within the grand formation... Would she slumber along with all living beings, becoming a birthday gift on the elder's granddaughter's wrist...?

Ge Mingsheng looked up at the horizon with difficulty, as if he wanted to take one last look at the human world.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly, and a dark shadow seemed to be rapidly approaching on the distant horizon.

Before long, they approached Licheng.

Hordes of demonic beasts flapped their wings, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, as they screeched and tried to break through the formation, seemingly going mad. The leading bird was furious, and with each flap of its wings, countless feathered arrows pierced into the formation.

Under Ge Mingsheng's stunned gaze, as if reinforcements had descended from the sky, the formation crumbled inch by inch.

At the highest point of Licheng, Senior Sister Wang, shocked by the sudden turn of events, angrily asked:

"Why is the Crimson Bird here?!"

"Senior Sister Wang, what should we do? Although our Juque Sect is laissez-faire towards demonic beasts, and demonic beasts occupy mountains and eat people everywhere, we don't know where so many Yuan Chi Birds came from!"