Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 502: Disaster in the Western Wasteland; Kong Yue appears! (5.6k)

The sand sea of ​​Xihuangzhou shone with golden rays under the scorching sun. The strong wind blew the red sand across Fenghuo Mountain, dyeing the vermilion palace walls of Wenxuan Mountain into ochre.

Venerable Heng Lian stood in the clouds with his hands behind his back, the lightning patterns on his black brocade robe flickering with his breathing. Thousands of immortal boats under his feet were like dark clouds pressing down on a city, blocking out half of the sunlight on Western Wasteland.

"Henglian, little boy! Are you crazy?"

The Grand Master of the Savage Holy Temple burst out from the roof of the temple surrounded by red flames, and shattered three lightning spears with a wave of his hand. He was as burly as a mountain, with a blood-red vertical line between his eyebrows, which seemed to contain endless murderous aura, and shouted angrily like a bell:

"How dare you invade my Western Wasteland Continent? Do you really think I heard that there is no one in Xuanshen Mountain?"

At this time, a melodious camel bell sound suddenly came from the distant sky. The sound came from far away and seemed to penetrate the wind and sand. A huge two-humped camel came in the air, and an old man dressed in colorful silk sat on the camel's back. The old man had wrinkles on his face but was energetic. He was the leader of the long-renowned Camel Bell Merchant Alliance of the Western Wasteland Continent - Venerable Sand Camel:
"Venerable Heng Lian, there is no grudge between our Xihuangzhou and Zhongyuan, why are you mobilizing an army?"

Before the Venerable Henglian could respond, a weeping and complaining sound of a zither suddenly sounded. Along with the sound of the zither, a graceful figure floated over. She was wearing a light orange-red gauze dress, with a ribbon decorated with silver bells tied around her waist. She walked gracefully, the silver bells rang, and the strangely shaped Lingyin Pipa in her hand flashed with strange light. It was Fairy Huanyin, the owner of the Lingyin Pavilion of Xihuangzhou.

Fairy Huanyin opened her red lips and plucked the spiritual pipa: "Venerable Henglian, please do not commit more murders. What you did today is unheard of in the history of the Five Continents."

As she finished speaking, more and more monks from the Western Wilderness came out and denounced the alien bandit who led a large army. The overwhelming pressure was so great that the sand sea beneath their feet even sank.

Venerable Henglian narrowed his eagle eyes and looked down at the group of angry Western Wasteland monks as if he was looking down at ants. His voice was like thunder rolling over the sand dunes:

"Hand over You Su, and everything will be fine."

These words caused laughter from all over the mountain. The mountain protection formation of Wenxuanshen Mountain suddenly lit up, and seventy-two pagodas rose from the ground. The precious light from the pagoda spires competed with the golden light from the sea of ​​sand, making Venerable Henglian's face as blue as iron.

"I've already told you that the You Su you're looking for is not in the Western Wasteland Continent!" The Grand Master of the Savage Holy Temple stepped out with his sword, and behind him, three hundred wild swordsmen lined up like wild geese. "My little saint of the Savage Holy Temple died because of him. I want to kill him more than you do! And I, the Xuanxian Ancestor, will not allow you to be so presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, all the great monks from the Western Wasteland Continent echoed and scolded continuously, and no one looked frightened.

It was obvious that Venerable Heng Lian had planned this trip for a long time. Not only did he lead hundreds of immortal boats to cross the West Sea at a huge cost, but he also joined forces with the cultivators of Nanyang Continent and used the treasures of the Apocalypse Mountain to shield the secrets of heaven. As a result, they were discovered by the major forces of Western Wasteland only after they had headed straight for the Wenxuan Mountain in the heart of Western Wasteland.

But even though the Henglian Master caught the Western Wasteland cultivators by surprise, and even though he was coming with such force that there were countless powerful beings on the hundred immortal boats, the Western Wasteland cultivators were not afraid at all! Because their confidence came from the Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan who protected the Western Wasteland!

Since the birth of the Immortal Ancestor, although there have been frictions among the five major Immortal Continents, there has never been such a large-scale invasion. Even the most ambitious people will only guard their own small piece of land. The reason for this is that each continent has an Immortal Ancestor Temple, and the Immortal Ancestor Temple is responsible for the major Immortal Ancestors.

Under the Immortal Ancestor, all living beings are like ants, and there are bloody precedents in history that can be used as reference. This Henglian Venerable has wolfish ambitions, and even colluded with Nanyangzhou to attack their Xihuangzhou together. But with Wenxuan Immortal Ancestor here, no matter how much Henglian Venerable prepares, he will still fail!

This idea appeared in the minds of all the cultivators in Western Wasteland Continent at the same time and became their greatest confidence.

But I thought that bringing up the Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan would make Venerable Heng Lian afraid, but I saw that Venerable Heng Lian actually laughed towards the sky, and his laughter was like thunder, shaking the pagoda.

"May I ask about Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan?" Venerable Heng Lian suddenly stretched out his arms in a mocking manner, "Where is he?"

The extremely arrogant question from Venerable Heng Lian was like a spark falling into a pile of dry firewood, instantly igniting the anger of the immortals in Xihuangzhou.

"You are such a bold lunatic! How dare you disrespect the Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan! I didn't break your hand a hundred years ago! Are you tired of living today?"

The Grand Master of the Savage Temple cursed at his former defeated opponent, his hair and beard standing up in anger, and the sword in his hand shook, the sword energy was like a dragon, wrapped in endless anger and stabbed straight at the Henglian Master. The power of this sword seemed to be able to cut through the space.

The Shatuo Venerable beside him saw that he was the first to attack, and his face changed. The old man instantly focused his eyes on the calm and composed Henglian Venerable, and indeed saw a flash of contempt in the eyes of the Thunder God. He immediately felt alarmed, because he knew that the Henglian Venerable was waiting for an opportunity to start a full-scale war! And this is Wenxuan Divine Mountain. If a war breaks out here, the core area of ​​the Western Wasteland Continent will also be implicated!
But it was impossible for him to stop the attack of his own people at this time. Although he and the Grand Master of the Savage Holy Temple did not get along well on weekdays, when there was an external enemy at hand, was it the time to hold grudges?
However, just when the sword light was at its peak, a golden light appeared, which was more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sea of ​​sand. When everyone looked closely again, they saw that the violent sword energy of the hall master just now seemed to be swallowed by the golden light and disappeared without a trace.

But the Grand Hall Master did not get angry because his sword energy was blocked. Instead, a hint of ecstasy appeared in his eyes.

Because the one who stopped him from using the sword was none other than the Tianting Immortal Official of the Immortal Ancestor Temple of Wenxuan Mountain! The first person to bear the will of Immortal Ancestor Wenxuan!
Therefore, his appearance meant that Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan had noticed that his people were in trouble!
In the golden light, the figure of Tianting Xianguan slowly emerged. He was dressed in a white-golden fairy robe and a gilded mask. Although he was very old, the sand sea that was originally howling with strong winds suddenly calmed down strangely at this moment.

No matter which continent the cultivators were from, all of them were the most prominent figures in their respective forces. If they were placed in the Five Continents, they would also be well-known masters. However, with the appearance of this Heavenly Listening Immortal Official, everyone secretly felt inferior to him, and a kind of awe from the depths of their souls arose spontaneously, as if they had seen and heard the real Xuanxianzu.

However, among all the people, only Venerable Heng Lian still stood tall and proud, his momentum not weakened at all. He looked at the Tian Ting Immortal Official indifferently, and his tone could even be heard to be a little teasing:
"I thought that the Immortal Official Tian Ting would stay indoors."

As soon as these words were spoken, the cultivators of Western Wasteland Continent were outraged, but none of them dared to make a noise, for fear of overstepping the authority of the Immortal Ancestor.

Tian Ting Xianguan just looked at Venerable Heng Lian calmly and said slowly: "Venerable Heng Lian, please go back. The person you are looking for is not in the Western Wasteland."

Venerable Heng Lian sneered and asked, "If the Immortal Official says he's not here, does that mean he's definitely not here?"

The Western Wild Immortals were all furious at this lunatic for daring to question their own Immortal Official. Tian Ting Immortal Official was silent for a long time, then he sighed and raised his hand to slowly take off the gilded mask.

Everyone gasped. The Heavenly Listening Immortal Official had been wearing a gilded mask since he appeared. Even though it could be seen from his body shape, voice and other aspects that the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official would change, no one had ever seen his true face under the mask. The true identity of the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official seemed to have become nothingness the moment they became the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official. All people needed to know was that he was the person who conveyed the will of the Immortal Ancestor.

Under the gilded mask, there was a face full of holes. The right eye was empty, the left eye corner was covered with spider-web-like scars, and the corner of the mouth was cracked to the ear root, revealing the eerie teeth and bones.

"What is this, Immortal Official Tianting..." someone exclaimed.

"I am already very old..." Tian Ting Xianguan said calmly, "This is the price of knowing You Su's whereabouts. If Venerable Heng Lian doesn't believe it, you can ask the people you brought with you."

Venerable Heng Lian frowned slightly, and one of the immortals behind him stepped out in response.

The man was wearing a loose Taoist robe with seven falling stars on it and a purple gold Taoist crown on his head, showing his immortal style. He was none other than the highly respected second elder of the Qiming Sect of Nanyang Continent, and also the top powerful man who used the Nanyang treasure to conceal the secrets of hundreds of immortal boats - the Purple Crown Venerable.

He stared at the scarred face of the Tianting Immortal Official, who also looked at him from a distance. The Purple Crown Venerable suddenly bowed his head in a solemn salute and said loudly:

"Zi Guan greets Uncle Master Yun Lai!"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was stunned, and the immortals in the Western Wilderness were even more stunned.

None of them had expected that the Tianting Immortal Official who was in charge of their Xihuangzhou was actually from the Qiming Sect of Nanyangzhou?

"Venerable Yunlai? Didn't he die unexpectedly 200 years ago? How did he become the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official of our Western Wilderness?"

"What is Venerable Yunlai? I have never heard of this title. How can such an unknown Venerable be appointed as the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official? And he is from our Western Wasteland?!"

Everyone was talking about it, but it was Venerable Shatuo who shouted angrily, shocking the whole audience and calming people's hearts: "Shut up! We have seen what the immortal official did! He is the immortal official of the Western Wasteland, not some Venerable Yunlai!"

Tian Ting Xianguan gave a sad smile, then slowly closed his mask and said to the Purple Crowned Venerable:

"Your uncle has long died, but I just happen to know Nanyang's Tianji technique. You go and tell them, do I need to prove what I just said?"

The ferocious face of the Immortal Official Tian Ting just now appeared in the mind of the Venerable Purple Crown. He felt that the use of the Heavenly Secret Technique in that way must have encountered a great taboo. He secretly thanked his lucky that the Great Elder had warned him early on that the secret of You Su should not be pried into, and he did not act smart.

"The Immortal Official did not lie. You Su should not be in the Western Wilderness." Venerable Purple Crown spoke calmly to the tall and majestic back of Venerable Heng Lian.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the immortals in the Western Wilderness showed surprise on their faces, and they even felt that this weird old Taoist priest from Nanyang Continent was pleasing to the eye.

But who would have thought that Venerable Heng Lian would advance instead of retreating, stepping on thunder and climbing higher, as if a thunder god who controlled the heavenly calamity had descended to the world.

He was not satisfied with being on an equal footing with Tian Ting Immortal Official, who was the number one person under Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan, and insisted on being superior to him.

He looked down at the Western Wasteland people who were in doubt and panic, and his voice was like a loud bell, making their eardrums ache:

"Western Wasteland is helping the tyrant to commit atrocities! Protecting the evil demon You Su! His crime - should be executed!" As soon as the voice fell, the Western Wasteland immortals were furious. They just hated that this Heng Lian Venerable was so shameless. He had already confirmed that You Su was not in the Western Wasteland, but he refused to withdraw his troops for the sake of face. Now he even fabricated a crime to slander him!
The Immortal Official Tian Ting stood in the air, his white and gold robe stained with a bit of sadness, and bowed and said: "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext. Venerable Heng Lian, please don't speak without thinking, so as not to hurt the hearts of the cultivators of the Five Continents."

Venerable Heng Lian smiled contemptuously, and that smile was so cold that it seemed to freeze the boiling blood. He suddenly raised his head, facing the sky of the Western Desert Continent, and his voice was like thunder rolling over the vast desert:
"If I slandered Xihuang, why didn't Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan come to punish me! That's because - your Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan has already admitted his crime and accepted his punishment!"

"impossible!"

"You bullshit!"

The Western Wilds Immortals were in a state of excitement, and they felt that the words "Immortal Ancestor" and "admitting guilt and accepting punishment" could not possibly be linked together. But when they looked at the Immortal Official Tianting with hope, they saw the old man's figure suddenly tremble, and the golden light on his body dimmed.

At this moment, a chill ran through the hearts of all the Western Wasteland monks like a venomous snake. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Wen Xuan, the Immortal Ancestor, was the pillar of the West Wasteland Continent, and the most solid basis for them to call themselves the people of the West Wasteland Continent. He ascended to the sky and joined forces with the other four Immortal Ancestors to resist the extraterritorial demons for the five continents. But in the past five thousand years, he was also recognized as the Immortal Ancestor who looked down on his people the most among the five Immortal Ancestors, and helped the West Wasteland Continent survive many heavenly disasters.

But now, Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan is actually dead?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
All the cultivators in the Western Wilds were roaring in their hearts, but the words of Venerable Heng Lian admitting his guilt and accepting punishment continued to echo in the air like thunder.

Yes, if Wen Xuan Immortal Ancestor was still alive, how could he dare to go deep into Wen Xuan Divine Mountain? !

The whole place was in complete silence. Someone started to sob first, and then desperate cries followed. A monk collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself, "It's over... The Western Wasteland is over..."

Tian Ting Xianguan's figure seemed to be even more dejected. He shook his head lightly and said sadly:

"Did Immortal Ancestor Henggao instruct you to come here?"

Venerable Heng Lian just gathered the lightning balls in his palm and shouted loudly:

"Today, I, Heng Lian, will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and destroy this filthy and evil Western Wasteland!"

"You are talking nonsense! Even if the Immortal Ancestor is dead, he has never admitted his crime and accepted punishment! We in the Western Wilds do not protect evil demons!"

Some Western Wasteland cultivators spoke out in anger, but Venerable Henglian seemed to have expected this and snorted coldly, "Stubborn! Kongyue, read the book of sin to them!"

Behind him, a young man in white flew over. He had a handsome face and eyebrows as dark as distant black. He looked like a banished immortal. Many monks held their breath involuntarily, as they had never seen such a graceful man.

The young man in white clothes called Kong Yue walked up to the crowd, took out a thick jade scroll from his sleeve, and opened his thin lips with a clear, cold and pleasant voice.

"Tiangong, Xuanjizi, Bone-Eating Evil Lord, Fangtian Zun, Feixiu, Yuzhen Zun..."

What the young man recited were actually a series of names of people and Taoist titles. Some of them were famous throughout the five continents and would be remembered forever; some were notorious and feared by everyone; but there were also some ordinary names that these cultivators had never heard of.

The immortals in the Western Wilderness were puzzled. With so many characters, could they all be guilty?
"Well, Wen Xuan's crimes are too numerous to list, so there is no need to read any more." Venerable Heng Lian interrupted the young man in white and continued to look down at the immortals below him. "I'm afraid you don't know what the names on this sin book mean. In fact, it's very simple. These people have one thing in common! Regardless of their level of cultivation, their origins are a mystery, and their whereabouts are unknown, but they have all left a strong mark on the Five Continents!"

All the immortals frowned, feeling even more confused after his explanation. It was true that there were some amazing figures here, but there were also many little people who would never be remembered by history. How could they be considered to have been mentioned in great detail?

Venerable Heng Lian seemed to see through their confusion and continued, "I know that many of the names on this sin book are probably unknown to you, and I have not heard of them either. But let me give you an example. There is one person among them that you don't know, but the Immortal Official Tianting definitely knows."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the Immortal Official Tianting with doubtful eyes. The Immortal Official put his hands behind his back and said sadly, "Please enlighten me, Venerable."

"Master Qiu Ling from Nanyangzhou is a water-condensing monk who should have died of old age two hundred years ago. Looking at the history of the Five Continents, he is just an insignificant speck of dust, but he did a great thing. This great thing is to build a tomb for you, the Venerable Yunlai, as a craftsman!"

Under the gilded mask, the single eye of the Immortal Official Tian Ting suddenly lit up, as if he could not hide the shock in his heart.

"Don't you want to know how the Venerable Yunlai from Nanyangzhou became the Heavenly Listening Immortal Official of your Xihuangzhou? Here is the answer! Because it was this Immortal Qiu who personally recruited him for your Xihuangzhou! This Immortal Qiu is the Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan!"

Venerable Heng Lian’s eyes were wide open with electric pythons running behind him, like a god in ancient mythology who punished evil spirits.

"All the names on this book of sins are actually the same person! They are all Venerable Wen Xuan! From being famous to being infamous, from a peaceful era to a chaotic era, Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan has been throughout the history of the Five Continents, thinking that he could use this to deceive the heavens and do evil things! But he didn't expect that all this could not escape the eyes of Immortal Ancestor Heng Gao!"

Thunder exploded as he finished speaking, as if the heaven and earth were also trembling at this shocking secret. The monks of the Western Wasteland stumbled back, their faces pale.

Venerable Heng Lian suddenly approached the Tian Ting Immortal Official, "Why is Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan the most active in governing the world? That's because he is in the human world! And his last identity is even more well-known!"

He spoke each word with pauses, and everyone held their breath unconsciously. "That is——the Immortal Zhengyang from the Fairy Island of the South Sea!"

As if struck by lightning, all the immortals in the Western Wasteland were horrified. The bloody storm caused by the Immortal Zhengyang was still before their eyes, but who would have thought that the instigator behind it was actually their own Immortal Ancestor of the Western Wasteland?
"So I said that Xihuang was protecting the evil demon Yousu, am I wrong?" Venerable Henglian stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking all living beings, "Your immortal ancestor has already confessed his crime and accepted his punishment! Now, it's your turn!"

Despair spread among the monks in Western Wilderness, and they seemed to no longer be able to find a reason not to plead guilty.

At this moment, Tian Ting Xianguan stepped forward. He had a towering figure, and a mysterious light condensed into a Dharma image behind him. He raised his arms and shouted:

"Before the Immortal Ancestor passed away, he gave me his final instructions—"

His eyes were like torches, sweeping over the crowd, and his voice was like a bell: "Destiny is not determined by heaven, but by the heart!"

The eight words were like the sound of metal and stone, shaking the thunder. The Western Wasteland monks were stunned at first, and then their eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight.

Yes, your life is your own life. How can you be guilty just because others say you are guilty?

In an instant, mysterious light illuminated the sky, and the monks in the Western Wasteland were excited and used their magic weapons and special skills one after another.

Venerable Heng Lian, however, regarded their struggle as nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree. He took the young man in white beside him and retreated to the back. Hundreds of immortal boats were filled with powerful men from Zhongyuan and Nanyang.

A great war, unprecedented in the history of the five continents, is about to break out with these eight-character mantra!
Venerable Heng Lian turned a blind eye to it, but turned his head to look meaningfully at the young man in white, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear:
"Zi Yiyi and an evil cultivator who goes by the alias Cai Ling are the last disciples of Immortal Ancestor Wen Xuan. Zi Guan calculated that they are not in the Western Wasteland, but in Japan. You go find them first. As for You Su, since he is not in Beiao, he must be in Japan. So after I take over the Western Wasteland, the next one will be Japan. Whether your sister He Shutong can wash away the sins she committed for the He family depends on your performance, He Kongyue..."

He Kongyue was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he clasped his fists and saluted: "Kongyue will definitely live up to the high expectations of the First Master!"

"Very good. If I remember correctly, You Su seems to be your good friend, right?" Venerable Heng Lian suddenly smiled.

He Kongyue gritted his teeth and said, "It was."

"Based on your understanding of him, what would he be doing in Japan now?" Venerable Henglian's gaze missed He Kongyue and looked far to the east, as if he saw the boy's bright red left eye again.

"Probably..." He Kongyue paused, "He is washing his neck and waiting to die."

……

At the same time in Dongying Continent, in the ancestral land of the snake clan.

The snake tribe lives near volcanoes and has many natural hot springs, so You Su did wash himself thoroughly.

But he did not take a bath in Ji Lingruo's yard, because there were not many snake tribesmen who had hot springs in their yards, and Elder Hua was one of them.

Perhaps Venerable Heng Lian did not expect that when he looked eastwards hoping to meet the fateful gaze of that bright red left eye, the owner of that left eye was closing his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the intoxicating spring scenery before him even for a second...

(End of this chapter)