IS Chapter 51
by VolareWei Sheng Xian sneered, “Sword cultivator? Doesn’t your Upper Purity Mountain’s Sword Sect have sword cultivators? Just because he’s a sword cultivator, does that mean he should single-handedly go and kill all the blood demons in that realm? Your Upper Purity Mountain boasts dozens of Tribulation Transcendence experts and over ten Immortals. What small realm couldn’t you pacify and destroy? Did you really need him, a mere Integration Stage sword cultivator back then, to step forward?”
Fine beads of sweat had already seeped from the Nascent Soul Daoist’s forehead.
He also knew about that matter, and because it concerned the sect’s reputation, he had to argue it clearly.
Moreover, what did “him, a mere Integration Stage sword cultivator back then” mean? Was he not one now?
The Nascent Soul Daoist said, “That Smoked Sunset Small Realm opens once a year, and the blood demons inside are as numerous as the sea. It’s a great opportunity to temper disciples and forge their minds. For many years, the elites of the Immortal Dao have all gained experience in the Smoked Sunset Small Realm—”
“So, it should appear somewhere in the mortal world every year, first slaughtering mortals and devouring their blood, and then have your sect arrive late to control it?”
“My sect has never had such intentions! As soon as there is news of the small realm, my sect will immediately send great experts to preside over it!”
“News? What news?” Wei Sheng Xian’s indifferent eyes stared straight at him, his voice icy cold: “May I ask, where does this ‘news’ come from? Does it come from the mortal world?”
The Nascent Soul Daoist’s face flushed red: “That Smoked Sunset Small Realm contains Blood Flame Crystals, which are inexhaustible every year. Our sect’s Immortals purify them, which can be used to replenish spiritual energy for all immortal sects. Second Palace Master Ye pacified the small realm, and the Blood Crystals ceased to be produced. How can such killing the chicken to get the eggs be allowed?”
“Oh?” Wei Sheng Xian said, “Then killing one hundred thousand blood demons should have yielded one hundred thousand Blood Crystals. Our Second Palace Master, speaking of which, is someone who doesn’t manage household affairs and doesn’t know the price of firewood and rice.”
As he spoke, his smile grew even colder: “Of the one hundred thousand Blood Crystals, he only took seventeen back. Where are the rest? How many treasures did your Upper Purity Sect collect and refine? How many Aura Meridians did you fill?”
With a rustle, four invitation cards lightly fell to the ground, allowing the Nascent Soul Daoist to see them clearly.
“Two invitation cards to dismiss this matter?” Wei Sheng Xian’s eyes held deep sarcasm, “Nascent Soul, if your words don’t carry weight in the Dao Sect, summon your master, Tai Huan, over—or is it that he doesn’t dare?”
“Then bring your Immortal Senior Brother, Tai Su, to my Green Mountains, and I will reason with him face to face.”
The Nascent Soul Daoist finally understood why his master had pondered for so long before ultimately sending him on this trip to the Green Mountains.
The Dao Sect was sending someone to the Micro-Snow Palace not as an envoy, but to die.
“This trip, I am under my master’s orders only to inform the Palace Master about the Ghost Realm. I dare not speak carelessly about other matters—”
But he was interrupted again.
“Then only speak of this matter,” Wei Sheng Xian said, “Since the Upper Purity Main Sect has deduced that the Ghost Realm is approaching, then how large is this Ghost Dao domain, and what is its power? What does it give rise to and what does it counteract? One day in the human world, how many days in the Ghost Realm? Looking at that realm’s trajectory, does the Ghost Realm already know it is about to descend upon the human world?”
“Also, where will it connect to the human world, what is the closest point in the human world, and what is the closest point in the Ghost Realm? Where will the so-called passage open, how long will it remain open, and how many people can pass through at once? Where does the Upper Purity Mountain want each sect to go after ten days?”
With a cold smile in his eyes, Wei Sheng Xian said, word by word: “I ask you these questions, please answer them one by one.”
Of these questions, the Nascent Soul Daoist could hardly find one or two that he could answer or would answer.
He could only take a deep breath: “The Great Dao of realms is extremely profound, and how can the deduction of realms be so clear? The location of the passage is of great importance, so how can it be easily revealed? Each sect will naturally first gather at the Upper Purity Mountain, and then, someone will naturally lead them to the place where the passage is about to be opened.”
Wei Sheng Xian laughed out loud, a rare occurrence.
“You know nothing, Dao Sect sending you here truly took great pains. Daoist friend Nascent Soul, spending your whole life stuck in the Nascent Soul realm is truly your fortune.”
“Palace Master Wei Sheng, what do you mean by these words—”
The young Daoist looked at him indifferently, and said seriously: “Because my sword fears dirt, and does not slay nameless small fries.”
“…”
Then, the Daoist let out a cold laugh: “If you won’t say it, I will.”
“South of Sichuan and north of the Green Mountains, there is a mountain named Mourning—two hundred miles west of Mourning Mountain is Emerald Valley, which is the closest point between the Ghost Realm and the human world in ten days.”
“In Emerald Valley, there is also a place with two ancient locust trees, one alive and one dead. Yin and Yang alternate, and purity and turbidity give rise to each other. It is an excellent place to open a realm passage, with no other option.”
“Such a small matter is also worth your esteemed sect hiding and covering up? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?”
These words, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, struck down like a bolt from the blue.
The Nascent Soul Daoist’s fingers were already trembling, his blood flow stagnant, and he did not know what to do next.
—This was the Main Sect’s top secret, how could he know it?
“Never mind.” Wei Sheng Xian waved his sleeves and stood up, dispirited, “Originally, for the sake of Brother Yu’s reputation, the palace masters of my palace gathered in the main hall, but unexpectedly, the discussion was unpleasant, so let’s just call it off.”
“Daoist friend Nascent Soul, you must tell your master everything you heard today, without missing a single word.”
“—Ah Jiang, see the guest out.”
Feng Jiang obediently responded and walked in front of the Nascent Soul Daoist, his face full of smiles: “Daoist friend, let’s go?”
The Nascent Soul Daoist’s mind was in a complete mess, only thinking about how to explain to his master.
Whether the Micro-Snow Palace was a friend or foe was truly debatable.
How was the location of the Realm Heavenly Gate leaked?
What was this talk from Wei Sheng Xian about someone planting a talisman a few days ago to draw the Micro-Snow Palace into the game?
And even that “Brother Yu” with such a high reputation—he had never heard of him. What kind of figure was he? Could he be another unknown great expert?
He numbly got up and followed the guide out of the hall. A night breeze brought a chill, and the Nascent Soul Daoist realized that his clothes were already soaked with sweat.
He couldn’t help but shiver deeply.
On the way, he pondered in every possible way, his heart tormented. Finally, he asked: “Fourth Palace Master Feng.”
“Hmm?”
“The Micro-Snow Palace seems to have a prejudice against my sect. Why is this? Is there some misunderstanding?”
Feng Jiang looked at him and chuckled.
“You’re asking me?” As he spoke, he suddenly took out an object and waved it in front of the Nascent Soul Daoist.
The object was a dark green color, and seemed to have some powdery barbs. The Nascent Soul Daoist’s nose immediately itched, and he sneezed.
After sneezing, he took a closer look and realized it was a blade of dogtail grass.
“This is…” The Nascent Soul Daoist said truthfully, “This is dogtail grass.”
“That’s right, are you still asking?” Feng Jiang casually tossed the dogtail grass to the side of the mountain path. “Your sect is just like this thing. Who cares about it? I won’t see you off, please leave. Sending you here, you must be very good at repeating words. Remember to repeat these words to your master and senior brothers.”
After speaking, he turned around and swaggered away.
Behind him followed two strange spirit beasts with ashen-white fur and erect blue ears, who also went away together.
Only the Nascent Soul Daoist was left looking at the vast mountain scenery and night scene, not knowing where to go.
The mountain path was pitch-black, with shadows interspersed, and not even a single lamp or candle had been lit.
A slight discomfort rose in his body, and for a moment, he sneezed several times in a row.
Could a Nascent Soul Daoist catch a cold? Never mind, he should go back first.