I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 57 The Master Takes Action
The moment Zhao Yimei asked this question, Lu Wujiu went over in his mind every detail of how he killed Nishang.

He didn't understand what went wrong that allowed a woman he had just met today to guess the truth?

"I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Pretend, keep pretending! Zhao Yimei sneered in her heart:
"My sword is as good as the one used by Joy Hall Master, but I cannot let you suffer an unjust accusation for this!"

"Fellow Daoist, you also said that the sword was purchased. If that's the case, then you should explain it clearly to Huanxi Hall. What do you mean by doubting me now?"

"The misunderstanding has already occurred. Huanxitang will not believe it, and I will not bother to explain."

"So, fellow Daoist, you want to find the murderer and clear your name?"

"It's not about clearing my name, I just don't like taking the blame."

"Because I know the Falling Snow Sword, you think I was the one who killed the Joy Hall Master?"

"I heard that when your innate primordial energy collapsed, a ghost skilled in enchantment followed you. Besides Master Huanxi, who else in Nanyang could have caused your innate primordial energy to collapse?"

Lu Wujiu looked at Zhao Yimei in bewilderment, "Do you conclude that I killed the Master of Huanxi Hall?"

Zhao Yimei took it for granted: "What else?!"

Lu Wujiu looked like a psychopath:
"Do you think I'm a fool, that I would bring the ghost of the Joy Hall Master with me and parade around? Also, the Joy Hall Master looks like a young girl. Go and ask around, what does the ghost next to me look like?"

Zhao Yimei frowned, a hint of unnaturalness flashing across her face.

"There are spells that can transform the souls of the dead. How do you explain the dissipation of the innate primordial energy?"

"This has nothing to do with you, fellow Daoist!"

"Feeling guilty?"

"Ah……"

Lu Wujiu sneered, took off the Seven Star Sword, placed it across his knees, and said calmly:

"It's easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of a crime! Fellow Daoist, either produce evidence or make me bow my head with your sword!"

Zhao Yimei's face turned cold, and she pursed her lips and said:
"As long as you swear by the Dao that you didn't kill the Joyful Hall Master, I will leave immediately!"

Lu Wujiu smiled, "Fairy Zhao is naturally beautiful. I imagine she's always flattered wherever she goes. I'm afraid she's already taken her privileges for granted! Let me tell you, you have no right to ask me to swear an oath, and I have no obligation to cooperate with you. Please leave now!"

Zhao Yimei nodded: "It seems that my guess was right. You were the one who killed the Master of Huanxi Hall!"

Lu Wujiu looked straight at Zhao Yimei and suddenly smiled, "Daoyou Muye is visiting. If you also want to taste my innate Yuanqi, you can just say it directly. Why beat around the bush!"

After hearing this, Zhao Yimei's eyebrows raised, her eyes widened, and her rosy face suddenly turned red!

With a "clang" sound, he drew his sword and chopped it down!

The blazing sword light transformed into a crescent arc, shining brightly in the hall. Just one glance made Lu Wujiu's hair stand on end.

The surging Yin Qi instantly devoured his body, avoiding the sword light.

The crescent-shaped arc of light then passed through the seat that was still warm, crossed the brackets, and penetrated the night sky. The mortise and tenon-jointed room collapsed with a loud bang!

"Boom!"

The deafening sound of collapse resounded throughout the Liuren Mountain Gate in the silent night sky!
Hearing this, Liu Ren was terrified!

"Shhhhhh!"

In an instant, countless figures rushed out from the pavilions and rooms like wild geese startled from a lotus pond, leaping like flying. In a few leaps and flashes, they had already reached the guest house.

Then he saw Zhao Yimei on the collapsed chapel, full of murderous intent, holding a sword and looking around.

Before they could ask what was going on, a voice of unbridled laughter filled the air:

"The Jade Rabbit holds the pestle, the snow glitters in the room, wonderful, wonderful!"

Hearing the word "holding the pestle" made Zhao Yimei furious:

"Get out here, you lecher!"

Under the bright moonlight, the shadow under Zhao Yimei suddenly split into six paths, spreading in all directions.

On the ruins, under the broken walls, beside the old trees, and between the door lintels, human figures formed one after another, all looking at Zhao Yimei!
"Fairy Zhao? Fellow Daoist Lu?" Yang Fengzhao, who had hurried over, recognized their voices and asked hastily, "You two are both guests of Liuren. Why are you fighting?"

Zhao Yimei held her sword in anger, "This lunatic is full of foul language. Please don't try to stop him, or else don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

The six shadows in the ruins said in unison, "What a villain! He's the first to complain! You know how it feels to be wronged. Before you maliciously slandered me, did you ever consider that there's always a way forward?"

Zhao Yimei said coldly: "Then why don't you dare to swear?"

Lu Wujiu: "Who do you think you are to make me swear an oath?"

"you--"

Zhao Yimei raised her eyebrows, drew her sword again, and turned like a butterfly. Another surge of sword energy turned into a crescent moon, sweeping in all directions.

"Rumble--"

The sword light swept across, causing the room, which was about to collapse, to completely collapse. The Liuren Sect master was so frightened that his eyelids twitched.

Under Jiazi, it’s just a difference in mana reserves, and theoretically the gap is not that big.

If one can win the battle quickly, it is possible for someone with ten years of cultivation to challenge someone with sixty years of cultivation.

Only after crossing the great hurdle of Jiazi can there be a leap in strength.

However, this theory did not work on Zhao Yimei. Such a terrifying sword light was simply not something a Jiazi cultivator could possess!
What surprised them even more was that as the dust settled, the six shadowy figures once again stood on the broken walls.

——The Pure Yang Sword Energy actually has no effect on him at all?
"At Liuren Mountain Gate, weapons are strictly prohibited!"

At that moment, a majestic voice like thunder, as if carrying the power of heaven and earth, came from the top of Liuren Mountain, making the ears of everyone at the mountain gate buzz and their blood boil.

Zhao Yimei's face suddenly changed and she retreated quickly.

But suddenly, a three-meter-long dark green ghost hand stretched out from under her feet and grabbed her fiercely. The movement seemed slow but was actually fast, which frightened her so much that she drew her sword again.

"call out!"

The sword light was like a rainbow, piercing through the night sky, but when it slashed into the blue-black ghost's hand, it was like gentle moonlight, not causing any ripples.

"Well!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yimei let out a muffled groan.

But at the moment when the sword was about to strike, the ghost hand suddenly grabbed her and lifted her up high!

"let me go!"

Zhao Yimei struggled endlessly, but what she got in return was a scolding voice like that of an elder.

"Young man, you're wasting Pure Yang Sword Qi like this, what's the difference between you and a barbarian? This shadow technique is invulnerable to swords and spears, and is impervious to water and fire. If you want to control it, you can't use brute force!"

A middle-aged man appeared on the roof not far from the ghost hand at some point, causing a burst of exclamations of "Master Nanxiang".

He raised his right hand, and a green flame floated up from his palm.

Before everyone could take a closer look, the flame suddenly flashed and burst into dazzling light.

In an instant, the sky and the earth became bright, as if it were daytime.

Most people subconsciously close their eyes and cover them with their hands.

Only the middle-aged man looked at the courtyard with a sharp gaze. Under the bright light, the shadows faded away, and a soul stood in the corner, as if all the clothes covering his body had been taken off.

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and another ghost hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the soul.

The ghost hand whizzed past.

The green light in the sky also went out!
When everyone opened their eyes, they immediately discovered a new blue-black ghost hand emerging in the yard.

I suddenly understood that the other person who had fought without permission had also been caught.

Seeing this, Yang Fengzhao was filled with hesitation. He quickly approached and bowed, saying, "Disciple Yang Fengzhao greets Dharma Master Nanxiang. These two are friends I invited to help me. I hope Dharma Master will forgive me. I will bear all the losses suffered by the sect!"

Unexpectedly, in the face of his plea, Master Nanxiang turned a deaf ear and frowned as he looked at the dark blue ghost hand on the ground.

Seeing this, Yang Fengzhao subconsciously looked over, only to see that the ghost hand quietly opened, and there was nothing inside!
(End of this chapter)