MOF Chapter 86
by VolareXie Yiling and Si Wumian exited Chunfu Tower together, stepping into the void, chasing after Yu Qiong all the way.
Yu Qiong wasn’t one to sit still and wait for death. While fleeing, he released several wisps of demonic energy, surrounding the two of them from all directions.
Xie Yiling drew Bu Song: “Wumian, let’s split up.”
Si Wumian responded, Zhi Xing Sword accompanying spiritual power, piercing towards the Yu Qiong he had locked onto.
With a “puff” sound, the sword struck the demonic body, but it transformed into white mist and dissipated.
A trick of the eye?
Bu Song turned back halfway, flying towards Xie Yiling’s back.
With another “puff,” the figure dissipated again.
Still a trick.
Xie Yiling suddenly felt a little uneasy.
He stopped, no longer pursuing Yu Qiong.
“What’s wrong, Senior Brother Xie?” Si Wumian asked him, puzzled. “Aren’t we chasing?”
Just as Xie Yiling was about to speak, a splash of ink-golden light streaked across the sky. Immediately afterwards, several other spiritual powers came from all directions, attacking Yu Qiong’s last figure.
Xie Yiling recognized them one by one: Mo Wuchou of Water-Ink Immortal Estate, Gui Wenxin of Undecided world, Jiang Yanhua of Tian Yong Residence, Shen Wangu of Shuo Cheng Cang Ling Du, and Gu Huanzhi of Sun and Moon Spirit Platform, who was being released for the first time.
“People from all the immortal sects have come,” Si Wumian whispered in his ear.
As several spirit swords pierced Yu Qiong, the demon’s figure dissipated once again, confirming Xie Yiling’s unease.
Perhaps from the very beginning, the Yu Qiong they were chasing was fake!
“Go back!” Xie Yiling decisively said.
Having said that, he ignored the several people behind him who turned around to greet him, and directly flew away.
Not far away, Shen Wangu frowned slightly, displeased: “Are those people from Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion? Why did they leave without even saying hello?”
The youngest Gu Huanzhi stared at the two gradually disappearing white figures, somewhat yearning: “So they’re from Southern Return. Independent and aloof, truly unique.”
Mo Wuchou next to him sheathed his sword, unwilling to participate in this topic: “This demon is ever-changing, who knows where it went again. Let’s continue searching.”
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“Immortal Lord Fufeng, Wen will now go to Shuo Cheng Cang Ling Du, farewell.”
Wen Ruman finished his bow. As he turned around, a white light struck his sword, shaking his body and causing his sword to fall to the ground.
Fortunately, the person who attacked controlled their strength, and he quickly steadied himself.
“Immortal Lord Fufeng?” Wen Ruman looked back at Nangong Ci in astonishment, somewhat incredulous. “You, what are you doing?”
Nangong Ci’s Azurefall instantly left its scabbard, he said to Nie Xiangsi: “Miss Nie, please stay away.”
Nie Xiangsi’s heart beat faster. She glanced at Shui Sheng, who understood and hid inside with her.
Wen Ruman saw that the situation was not right, but he was still completely confused. He stood blankly on the spot, not knowing what to do, and could only say to Nangong Ci: “Immortal Lord Fufeng, what’s going on? Even if you want me to die, you should at least let me die knowing why, right?”
Nangong Ci made a spirit-gathering gesture, a faint chill emanating from his body.
“Monster Yu Qiong, reveal yourself already?”
Wen Ruman was stunned, and blankly touched his body, seemingly trying to feel the demon Nangong Ci spoke of out from his body.
“Hahahaha!”
A sharp laugh entered everyone’s ears from Wen Ruman’s fallen sword.
Behind the screen, Nie Xiangsi and Shui Sheng felt an instant chill in their hearts upon hearing this familiar voice, and trembled all over.
“It’s, it’s Second Ugh!”
Nie Xiangsi quickly and tightly covered Shui Sheng’s mouth, saying in his ear with a breath, “Shhh, don’t make a sound.”
Her eyes were filled with fear, but she forced herself to remain calm, biting her lip tightly.
“Heaven’s Eye?” Wen Ruman’s sword was named Clear Frost, and a faint inch of silver-gray appeared where the sword was named.
Seeing that his whereabouts had been exposed, Yu Qiong turned into a puff of light smoke and came out of the sword, calmly landing on the ground, transforming into a white-haired, youthful-faced man in a jade-green robe. His expression had the same charm as Nie Xiangsi, and he looked at Nangong Ci with a raised eyebrow: “Which sect of immortals are you a disciple of?”
Wen Ruman was shocked for a few seconds. Seeing that the demon in front of him didn’t notice him, he quickly picked up his sword and slowly retreated to a distance.
Nangong Ci didn’t speak, but waved his sword, the sword energy piercing the air, forcing Yu Qiong to retreat step by step.
Wen Ruman saw that the distance he had finally managed to put between himself and the demon was instantly closed again. Just as his vision was about to go black, a cold silver sword flew and stabbed between him and Yu Qiong, separating them again.
Wen Ruman had a flash of inspiration, and while Yu Qiong was being intimidated by Azurefall, he suddenly stabbed Clear Frost into Yu Qiong’s chest.
Behind the screen, Nie Xiangsi’s eyes widened, her heart instantly clenching. Suddenly remembering something, she gradually relaxed.
Sensing Wen Ruman’s actions, Nangong Ci remotely controlled his sword, blocking Yu Qiong’s path to chase and kill Wen Ruman.
“Clang, clang——”
Azurefall and the sword stuck in Yu Qiong’s chest collided, making a crisp sound.
“My Clear Frost!” Wen Ruman looked back as he ran.
Yu Qiong coldly snorted, seemingly mocking Wen Ruman’s overestimation of himself. He exerted his power and easily shook Clear Frost out of his body.
“Yu Qiong, you have harmed countless people, including children, your sins are heavy. Today, I will surely end your rampant and evil life.”
Yu Qiong raised his hand and wiped it, the crack in his chest returning to its original state: “Yellow-mouthed brat, with only a few decades of immortal age, you dare to spout nonsense in front of me.”
Wen Ruman saw that they were about to fight, and he, a mere mortal, although he knew a few sword techniques, was no match for real immortal demons. So he ran to Nie Xiangsi’s side, wanting to take the two of them and escape through the window in the chaos.
“Miss Nie, don’t be afraid.” Seeing Nie Xiangsi’s face as white as snow and shaking like a sieve, he guessed that she was quite frightened, and comforted her softly, “I’ll take you out.”
Nangong Ci had previously used his spiritual eyes to discover Yu Qiong, imperceptibly leaving a wisp of his spiritual power on him. After all, “opening the Heaven’s Eye” consumed a lot of spiritual power and wasn’t convenient for action.
With spiritual power as a guide, and Azurefall defending against the enemy, he could judge Yu Qiong’s next attack solely by hearing.
The window opened, and Wen Ruman said, “Forgive me, Miss Nie,” before putting one arm around her waist and the other arm around Shui Sheng, standing on the windowsill.
In the moment of jumping down, Nangong Ci used a spiritual force in his backhand to protect them.
Even though Nie Xiangsi had tried her best to stay away from Wen Ruman to avoid suspicion, she uncontrollably pressed against his shoulder during the landing.
She tightly clutched Wen Ruman’s clothes, the sound of her heartbeat causing her ears to ring.
In the snowy night, her face was as hot as a stove. Snowflakes fell on her face, instantly melting into a bit of coolness.
As soon as they landed, Wen Ruman quickly released Nie Xiangsi and put down Shui Sheng.
Before he could speak, two figures stepped through the air, their snow-white immortal robes reflecting the snow in the night.
“Master!” Xie Yiling anxiously jumped in from the side of the window, seeing Nangong Ci fighting a thrilling battle with a man suspected of being a demon.
In the midst of the flashing swords, Xie Yiling joined in at every opportunity.
Si Wumian wasn’t in a hurry to go in. He looked in from the window, understood, and immediately transformed a spiritual butterfly in his hand, flying towards the direction of Mo Wuchou and the others.
Soon, Mo Wuchou and the others received the spiritual butterfly’s message and rushed to Chunfu Tower.
Yu Qiong sensed that the surrounding spiritual power was getting stronger and stronger, feeling something was wrong. He wanted to split his body and escape, but Xie Yiling saw through his intentions and directly used spiritual power as a rope to bind his body.
During the struggle, Xie Yiling and Yu Qiong flipped out of the window together.
“Senior Brother Xie!”
Si Wumian was guarding outside, and upon seeing this scene, quickly went to meet him.
Xie Yiling stepped on Bu Song to steady himself, constantly exerting force on his hands.
Not far away, Mo Wuchou and the others had already arrived.
Yu Qiong fiercely said: “How can the hall master’s grand plan be ruined by you juniors!”
Xie Yiling coldly sneered: “I haven’t heard of any grand plan that starts with abducting children. If that’s really the case, I advise your hall master to give up on this idea as soon as possible. The ambitions of ants are no more than the collapse of a dam!”
The sarcasm infuriated Yu Qiong, and his demonic aura oppressed the crowd.
However, these newborn calves of immortal sects were not afraid at all. Upon seeing this long-rumored demon, without saying a word, they all raised their swords and attacked.
One sword after another pierced Yu Qiong’s body. In his pain, he struggled to break free from the spiritual power binding him, soared into the air, and escaped to the top of Chunfu Tower.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Xie Yiling frowned and narrowed his eyes, immediately saying: “Not good! Quickly get everyone out of the restaurant!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the light in front of everyone suddenly brightened, and balls of flame fell from the sky!
Xie Yiling flew up, gathering a barrier to block the flames before they landed on the restaurant.
He shouted: “Wumian, go save people!”
Without him saying so, Si Wumian had already run into the restaurant: “Fire, Chunfu Tower is on fire, everyone get out quickly!”
Halfway through shouting, he saw that Nangong Ci had already knocked on all the rooms on the third and second floors.
The guests staying at the inn opened the doors with curses, and upon hearing that there was a fire, they were so frightened that they didn’t even have time to put on their outer robes, and ran out shivering.
For a time, the restaurant was extremely crowded. The guests rushed to the door, and after being blocked at the door, no one was willing to give way.
“Everyone, don’t squeeze, if you block it, no one will be able to get out!” Si Wumian said as he went to clear the crowd.
Nangong Ci was the last to fall, walking downstairs steadily and slowly.
“Young master, let me help you, you can’t walk like this when you’re escaping!”
A female voice sounded beside him, it was the pink-robed woman from before.
Nangong Ci smelled a somewhat familiar fragrance, and slightly relaxed his guard.
“Thank you, miss.” His tone sounded gentle and distant, “You should go first, although I don’t need it, I still thank you.”
The pink-robed woman saw that he was wearing extraordinary clothes and had a sword on his body, so he must not be an ordinary person, so she didn’t force him and quickly followed the crowd out.
Almost as soon as Nangong Ci left Chunfu Tower, Xie Yiling’s barrier was broken by Yu Qiong, and rolling fires rose from the ground, burning more and more fiercely.
The firelight illuminated half of Shuo Cheng. Facing the slightly bright sky, fire could be seen in the wind and snow in the smoke.
“My restaurant! My hard work!!” Seeing this scene, the owner of Chunfu Tower couldn’t help but kneel in the snow and cry, “The restaurant I spent most of my life running is gone like this! God, why are you so cruel, why are you so cruel!”
“Don’t cry.” Si Wumian had just dispersed the crowd and hurriedly came to appease the people, helping up the owner, “Is life more important or money more important? Where there is life, there is hope. Being able to live is already a great joy.”
Who knew that the restaurant owner was the type to love money like his life. Upon hearing this, he reluctantly said: “Money is my life! What’s the use of life without money? Bitter life, rotten life!”
Si Wumian was speechless. He actually admired such a money-loving person, and asked, “May I ask your name, boss?”
The restaurant owner wiped his tears: “My name is Qian Tong. As the saying goes, people with money can get everything done, that’s what it means.”
Si Wumian thought: Where is that saying from? Did you make it up yourself?