The Primordial Law

Chapter 439 The Greatest Traitor of the Jiuli Tribe
Huo Dingnan's cultivation level is too high. With Li Weiyi's current cultivation level, it is extremely difficult to seal his Nine Springs and Dao Fruit.

"Pfft!"

With a single thrust of the spear, he was killed on the spot.

The Dao fruit within the body is naturally taken away.

The mansion was very large, covering hundreds of acres, but there were very few living people; most of them were deceased servants.

Just now, Li Weiyi used the third level of the Six Like Burning Karma, and the flames released set off igniting all the buildings in the courtyard. The formation could not stop it, and everything was burning.

"Oh!"

With a wave of his hand, Li Weiyi smashed the stone door of a cellar that was set up with an array, and jumped inside.

I thought it contained valuable resources, but it turned out to contain a large amount of dried meat, water, wine jars, dried fruit, and grains.

Even the most skilled martial artists cannot go without food and water. Of course, those who reach the Dao Seed Realm eat spirit grains and the flesh of exotic beasts, and drink spirit spring water.

In the realm of the dead, there is little food to eat, and even less water to drink.

Even the magical energy is extremely thin, containing dark and decaying power. It cannot be directly absorbed for a long time; one needs to draw upon the magical power gushing forth from the Nine Springs. Alternatively, one can prepare more blood crystals and absorb the magical energy within them.

Li Weiyi took out a boundary bag and collected a piece of the highest quality food, spiritual spring, and fine wine.

"It's really strange. If the Rice Sect sails out to sea from Huangjiang, their supplies should be stored in Huangjiang Border Town. Why is there such a large amount of food prepared here?"

Li Weiyi thought of the large number of cart frames and soul steeds he had seen outside the mansion earlier, and his doubts deepened.

Li Weiyi searched through a study in the cellar and found a letter delivered by a bone bird on the table: "Thirty thousand miles deep in the East Sea, a mirage has appeared. Phoenix trees and dragon cities, fireflies flowing for thousands of miles. — Elder Xiao Zhou of Qingzhou"

This letter.

It was clearly Elder Qing, one of the seven elders of the Rice Sect in the Eastern Territory, who recently sent it back from the East China Sea.

But the elder of Qingzhou was clearly unaware that the Rice Cult had already been defeated.

What intrigued Li Wei was how the elder from Qingzhou managed to reach the depths of the East Sea, 30,000 li away. The East Sea was teeming with monsters, and traveling thousands of li across the sea was extremely dangerous.

Inside the room, Li Weiyi didn't find much of value and quickly returned to the ground.

The fire in the courtyard has been extinguished.

Yang Qingchan sat on a stone bench, toying with the bronze lamp she had taken from Yao Qingfeng. Beside her, the spirit servants of the mansion knelt on the ground.

Yang Qingxi's interrogation skills were quite remarkable; she had already extracted the information Li Weiyi wanted from Li Songjian.

"According to him, it was the chieftain of the Yaoli tribe. It was that forbidden powerhouse from Coffin Mountain who personally subdued him and planted the Death Spirit Flame," Yang Qingxi said.

Li Weiyi remained silent, staring intently at Li Songjian.

Li Songjian, his tendons severed, lay there unable to stand. Seeing Li Weiyi's serious expression, he quickly said, "Hidden Man, I would never dare to deceive you. We had no choice. The Jiuli Clan may not be transcendent, but they control too many resources. How could they not be targeted?"

"How can we fight against Coffin Mountain? Putting aside that taboo figure, Xu Fodu and An Xianjing, which one of them is easy to mess with?"

“If we do not compromise or submit, not only will we die, but also our families and people.”

Li Weiyi was pondering another question: Did Yao Qingxuan know about this matter?
Forget it, the Jiuli tribe has to solve its own internal problems.

Li Weiyi felt a sense of belonging to the Nine Li Hidden Sect because of Master Guan's meticulous teaching, who even gave him treasures like the Seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Kings instead of leaving them for Cang Li and Li Ling. Countless times, they had overcome danger together with the help of the seven little ones.

Under Master Guan's arrangement, after joining the Jiuli Hidden Sect, I gained cultivation resources, as well as the guidance and protection of Hidden Lord, Yao Qingxuan, Zhuo Lao, and Qin Lao. I also formed friendships with Hidden Five, Hidden Nine, Hidden Eleven, and Hidden Twenty-Four, and we were like friends and brothers and sisters.

But the Jiuli tribe...

Li Weiyi wasn't particularly interested in getting deeply involved in their internal affairs; her only concern was the safety of Senior Sister Cai, Gao Huan, and others.

Li Weiyi showed little emotion, saying calmly, "Li Songjian, don't give me so many high-sounding reasons. I know what kind of person you are. Those who are truly forced into a corner, even if they outwardly submit, are always thinking about how to protect the safety and interests of their people, and how to stand up and turn the tide in times of danger. Which of those qualities do you possess?"

Yang Qingxi, her face veiled, stood gracefully and spoke softly, "What do you plan to do with them?"

“Send them back to the Jiuli tribe and let the Jiuli Temple judge them. That should uncover more traitors and clear up a large number of old cases from the past few decades,” Li Weiyi said.

A chilling glint appeared in Yang Qingxi's eyes: "My suggestion is to kill them all and eliminate any future troubles."

Li Weiyi was slightly surprised.

She continued, "After the battle at Lingxiao Realm, there will definitely be a major purge within the Jiuli Clan. The number of clansmen associated with Suizong, Sanchen Palace, Tianyi Gate, Coffin Mountain, and Rice Cult will be enormous; it's impossible to kill them all."

“Li Songjian is the eldest son of the chief of the Cangli tribe. If he says what he just said, the Jiuli tribe might treat him leniently.”

"Are you sure he won't seek revenge after he gets through this?"

Li Songjian felt a chill run down his spine and his heart pound with fear. He roared, "Yang Qingxi, what have I done to offend you that you would do this to me... Shenyinren, Songjian has already realized his mistake and would never dare to retaliate. He only hopes to make amends for his past mistakes for the rest of his life... Don't listen to Yang Qingxi. I have dirt on her. She and Yao Qian have been having an affair for a long time. Don't be deceived by her innocent appearance. She wants to kill me to silence me!"

“Qingxi, I’m your aunt, we’re family,” Yang Lin said.

Li Weiyi knew, of course, that Yang Qingxi's real reason for making such a suggestion was to kill him to silence him.

Otherwise, if her actions today were to be spread by the four of them, the Sui Sect and the Rice Sect would have nowhere to hide.

Although ruthless, it wasn't without reason. Even without witnesses, Li Weiyi believed that the Nine Li Hidden Sect would take his reclusive nature seriously and would definitely investigate the chieftain of the Yao Li tribe.

"Then you can do it!"

Li Weiyi led Yu'er away into the distance.

They sat down on the stone bench and began to organize the various resources and wealth in the Five Realms Bag.

"I come."

Yang Qingchan put away the ghost lamp, her graceful figure leaping up and floating towards the four people on the ground.

The four were either martial artists at the Dao Seed Realm or spiritual masters with powerful souls. To her, they were rare and precious resources.

In the realm of the dead, devouring each other is the primary path to becoming a Ghost General. Only upon reaching the Ghost General level can one access the cultivation methods for the deceased, but even then, it still primarily involves devouring.

The spirit within Yang Qingchan's body was subdued and refined into a soul seed by a powerful figure from the Heavenly Principles Hall of the Rice Cult in the Netherworld.

If her physical strength can be improved, the combat power she unleashes will not be inferior to that of a martial artist at the eighth level of the Dao Seed Realm; she will be a formidable Yin Ghost Commander.

Li Songjian and Huo Dingnan possessed considerable resources; their realm bags contained substantial amounts of millennium-old medicinal herbs and blood crystals. There were also some strange items from the Netherworld that Li Weiyi had never seen before.

Li Weiyi took out a bronze compass about the size of a palm.

The released magical energy caused the pointer above to spin continuously.

"This is a Yin energy compass! In places where the Yin energy is heavy enough, it will automatically emit light, which can be used to avoid some dangerous areas."

Yang Qingxi walked over gracefully, her hair adorned with a golden hairpin. She had already removed her veil, revealing a captivatingly beautiful face, and a fragrant breeze wafted through the air. After a moment's thought, she said, "Li Songjian is talking about Qingchan! You know, I don't fancy Yao Qian."

As a prodigy of the Inheritor level, she does indeed possess a certain arrogance.

“Miss Yang is being a bit deliberate!” Li Weiyi said with a smile.

Yang Qingxi glanced at Yu'er, who was standing next to Li Weiyi and staring at her: "Don't you really think the two of us are a good match? Don't you think we have great chemistry? I won't say this a third time."

Li Weiyi stared at her, knowing that this Miss Yang was making a last-ditch effort.

Otherwise, after today's parting, the two of them may never have the chance to meet again.

In the distance, Yang Lin roared hoarsely, "Yang Qingxi, your grandfather will not let you get away with this... You and your lover will definitely suffer a terrible death..."

"Adulterers, adulterers... ah..." Yao Qingfeng cursed hoarsely.

……

Li Weiyi quickly covered Yu'er's ears and released a psychic field to isolate the sound.

He looked at Yang Qingchan, who was absorbing living souls in the distance, and was speechless.

From the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival to the Rice Cult Headquarters, and then to the Netherworld of the Dead, anyone who worked with Yang Qingxi would always be cursed by the enemy.

It can be as ugly as it can be.

He felt that the problem definitely wasn't with him, but with Yang Qingxi's ruthless methods. Furthermore, Shi Liuyu was also a culprit.

Yang Qingxi understood Li Weiyi's intentions and stopped pressuring him: "The one in charge of the evacuation is Kongxu, the second divine son of the Divine Sect. Li Songjian and Huo Dingnan are just his assistants. He may come here from Huangjiang Biancheng at any time, so we must leave immediately."

The second divine child consists of two people, Void and Desolate Void, both of whom are powerful figures who have condensed the Dao Fruit.

Each of them is stronger than Huo Dingnan.

Li Weiyi asked, "What are your plans next?"

Yang Qingxi stared at him for a moment, swallowed back her words, and changed her tone, saying, "I heard from Qingchan that you are buying Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves to cultivate the Longevity Body? Do you have the guts to venture into the old Yuzhou city?"

Li Weiyi could tell that Yang Qingxi's cultivation had reached the fifth level of the Dao Seed Realm.

Her talent, while not exceptional among the inheritors, has already caught up with the top inheritors of the same Dragon Path, and her realm is no less than that of Lu Cangsheng and others.

What she relied on was a tenacity and courage that many of her successors lacked. Seemingly serene and beautiful, she possessed a heart that danced on the edge of a knife.

She dared to take risks that others wouldn't.

She dared to kill those others dared not kill.

Yang Qingxi continued, "This secluded realm to the southeast of Lingxiao Realm is ruled by a hegemon who has lived for thousands of years, named Lord Lan. It is said that Lord Lan was the corpse of a martial arts emperor who developed intelligence and whose cultivation and combat power are unimaginably profound."

"But there are always higher heavens beyond the heavens. Lord Lan perished in the Western Territory, slain by the Mist Emperor. In addition, it is said that in the past month, as many as eight transcendent spirits and a large number of marquis-level spirits have died tragically. The army of spirits has suffered the most devastating blow in a thousand years."

“His Highness is a wise man; he should understand what this means.”

Li Weiyi narrowed his eyes: "The Southeast Netherworld is about to descend into chaos! If the human army is strong enough and assembles a large force in Guanzhou and Qingzhou, it will probably frighten those powerful spirits into fleeing deep into the Netherworld."

Yang Qingxi said, "That's inevitable! Right now, the Rice Cult, the Spirits of the Dead, and the cultivators from overseas are all fleeing to Coffin State, Qing State, and the East Sea. This place is the only way out."

"What's the situation in the west now? I heard that the Mist Emperor went to the Ash Region in the far west and hasn't been heard from since," Li Weiyi asked with concern.

(End of this chapter)