Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 288 What if I go and never return? Then I will go and never return!
Inside the inner hall, the aroma of tea wafted gently, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Liu Sheng and Wu Song looked at each other speechlessly and fell into silence.

Extraterrestrial beings, possession, the 108 Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends' demonic arts, the dark turmoil of thousands of years ago...

A series of secrets buried in the past gave Liu Sheng goosebumps.

"I am a rough man and do not know much. I have only heard a few things from Brother Gongsun."

Wu Song grabbed the yellow gourd, took a big gulp, and his expression darkened.

"Long ago, there was a celestial dynasty on this land called Dayong. Celestials served as officials, cultivators were everywhere, and it enjoyed a thousand years of prosperity with countless wonders."

But overnight, the immortals vanished, the cultivators all died, and the entire world collapsed.

After that, the human race, the leader of all beings, entered a long period of darkness and turmoil.

Humans are like pigs and dogs, their lives as cheap as grass, utterly foolish and ignorant, becoming servants and food for demons.

It wasn't until thousands of years ago, when our ancestors pioneered the way, learning from demons and monsters, that they created human martial arts, allowing our human race to truly survive.

His tone was solemn, and he would occasionally grab a yellow gourd and take a big gulp, his face showing sorrow.

In his account, his senior apprentice, Gongsun, painstakingly searched through ancient texts before finally discovering a fragment in a tattered scroll—

The culprit behind the overnight collapse of the Great Yong Immortal Dynasty seems to be related to extraterrestrial beings and the demonic arts of the 108 Heavenly Generals and Earthly Fiends.

"If that's the case, Master, why don't you join forces to storm the capital and nip that old dog in the bud?"

Liu Sheng's eyes flickered a few times, he hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't hold back.

In his view, given the strength of Wu Song, Gongsun Sheng, and other elders of Fajiu Mountain, as well as their prestige in the army, they might not necessarily fail if they raised the pretext of "purging the court of corrupt officials."

How do you know...we haven't tried?

Wu Song glared at him, his eyes red:

"Twenty years ago..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately sighed, remained silent for a moment, and, listless, said only:

"A person who has practiced the 108 Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Fiends Demonic Arts is powerless against the old dog."

That time, the casualties were heavy.

"Only a few of us, including myself, are left, barely clinging to life..."

At this point, he perked up and looked at Liu Sheng with gratitude in his eyes:
"Thanks to you this time, I was able to cleanse my foundation, rid myself of demonic arts, and be reborn. Now I can fight with all my might and seek revenge against Song!"

He gritted his teeth, his hair stood on end in fury, and he wished he could devour the flesh alive; his murderous intent was almost boiling over.

Liu Sheng sensed the murderous intent in his words and frowned.

"Master, do you intend to go to the capital to kill Song Yingtian?"

"I've been holding this in for decades, and I can't hold it in any longer."

Wu Song nodded, his inner energy surging, and his voice roared like a tiger, full of restlessness, tyranny, ferocity, and impatience.

Seeing Liu Sheng's worried expression, he added:
"I will not act rashly. I will find Brother Gongsun and the others to discuss a plan."

It seems that Master has been holding in his anger for too long, to the point of almost going mad, and he won't give up until he vents it.

Liu Sheng gave a bitter smile, knowing that persuasion was useless. After a moment of contemplation, he whispered:
"Once my disciple is settled, I will go with my master..."

"No!"

Wu Song shook his head, met Liu Sheng's puzzled gaze, and slowly said:

"This is a feud between us and that old dog Song!"
I can still wield a knife and kill people; I don't need your help.

You possess unparalleled talent, and this journey has brought you a divine connection. Your future achievements will surely surpass those of your teacher.

There's no need for you to fight right now. Focus on your cultivation, improve your strength, take care of your family, and continue the lineage of Black Tiger Zen Temple.

"If I am no match for you and die in the capital, you can avenge me after you have mastered your cultivation."

Damn it, Master has set a death omen flag!

bah bah bah!
Children's words are innocent, but the wind will blow them away!
Liu Sheng inwardly cursed his bad luck, but he also understood the unspoken meaning in his words.

He had no confidence in assassinating Song Yingtian.

After all, the capital is Song Gou's stronghold, so there must be arrangements there, giving him a perfect advantage in terms of location and support. If even a wisp of his demonic thought is so powerful, how powerful must the real body be?
But if the success rate of the assassination was known to be low, why risk death?

Liu Sheng didn't understand. "This matter has become a mental obsession. I won't be able to find peace of mind until I kill that dog Song. Over time, I'm afraid I'll go mad."

After Wu Song finished speaking, he waved his hand, unwilling to say more.

"Master, what if we go and never return..."

"Then he left and never returned."

He remained silent for a few breaths before slowly speaking, each word deliberate and deliberate.

After saying that, he stood up, glanced at Liu Sheng, said "Take care," and then darted towards the vortex of light on the dome.

Just before entering, he casually waved his hand, and a beam of yellow light fell, heading straight for Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng reached out and grabbed a copper whip, which appeared in his palm.

The handle is antique green, with nine sections, each engraved with mountain patterns, resembling layered dragon scales, and seemingly shrouded in mountain mist and water vapor, exuding a dignified and profound aura.

Mountain-driving whip!
"Master..."

He looked up at the dome, only to see that most of his body had disappeared into the vortex of light, leaving only his back view.

Tall and majestic, standing straight as a mountain.

"Hey!"

Liu Sheng sighed, looked away, and felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

The smugness he felt earlier, after mastering the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and crushing Song Yingtian's demonic avatar, vanished instantly.

This trip to the ruins was very rewarding.

Two new mystical artifacts and ten drops of willow branch nectar have been added, along with two more avatars, and I have entered the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts.

He forged his foundation and entered the Dao, progressing from martial arts to immortality, thus completing a transformation in his identity.

In addition, my understanding of the world has become more profound, and I have learned some of the truths.

Of course, a sense of urgency also followed.

"Never mind all that, I'll go back first to extend Grandma's life, then go into seclusion for a while and try to achieve the Yellow Court cultivation as soon as possible so I can go to the capital to help..."

Liu Sheng exhaled a breath of stale air and exchanged a smile with Du Bingyan.

it is more than words.

After laughing, Du Bingyan's eyes reddened, her nose tingled, and her eyes moistened.
"It's a pity about Master, and all the senior and junior sisters, they..."

But then she thought of Abbess Jingyue and the group of young nuns, and her mood became low.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life..."

Liu Sheng spoke up and offered some words of comfort.

After a while.

After comforting Du Bingyan, he burned the Black Wind King's remains to ashes, put them into a jade box, and planned to find an auspicious burial site after he left.

Having erased all traces and cleaned up the mess, the two immediately joined hands and plunged into the vortex of light, leaving the ruins.

The inner palace was restored to its former tranquility.

On the central jade altar, a jade statue sits upright, surrounded by seven strange stone statues.

Inside the niches on the four walls, three thousand grass-headed gods, fierce and menacing, were silhouetted against the blurred light and shadow.

I do not know how long it has been.

The footsteps approached from afar, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, as if hopping and skipping, making a "rustling" sound on the stone steps.

Before long, the visitor stood outside the palace gate, paused for a moment, and then walked in.

Inside the hall, golden and jade-like light shone brightly, reflecting off the visitors.

Around thirty years old, with skin as smooth as jade, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, wearing a Guanyin hat and a plain black robe, exuding a refined and dignified aura.

It was none other than... Abbess Jingyue!
The Water Moon Nunnery Elder who disappeared during the Four Phases Tribulation Realm, Du Bingyan's master, not only did not die, but also appeared in the inner palace of the Heavenly Palace!

With her back hunched, she skipped and hopped, scratching her ears and cheeks, until she reached the central jade altar. Pointing at the jade statue, she grinned widely, displaying her monkey-like nature.
"Hehehe... You've finally met your match!"

(End of this chapter)