Chapter 744 - 582: This Woman Must Not Be Left Alive
Chapter 744: Chapter 582: This Woman Must Not Be Left Alive
"..."
Tushan Jing Ci listened to her master’s words, speechless for a moment.
’She truly couldn’t understand where her master got the confidence to think she could use that mysterious woman of unknown origin.’
Based on Tushan Jing Ci’s secret investigations and observations over the years.
This woman was likely a Residual Soul of some great power from the distant Ancient Times.
And the Grand Array laid out in Tushan was abstruse, profound, and exceptionally mysterious.
After repeated analysis, Tushan Jing Ci grew more and more certain that this Array was most likely a grand sacrificial array.
A colossal altar using the earth as its blueprint, the heavens as its platform, and the entirety of Tushan’s Fortune as its incense!
"Master, with my own talent and hard work, it’s not impossible for me to one day step into the legendary Lost Second Realm. Why must we place our hopes in a woman of unknown origin?" Tushan Jing Ci continued to persuade her.
"Besides, Master..."
Her voice grew more urgent.
"This sacrificial Grand Array... what exactly is it meant to sacrifice? I simply can’t fathom what kind of being in this world would need to be sacrificed to power an Array of such immense scale!"
"These are not matters for you to consider."
Tushan Meng waved her hand, her expression indifferent. It was clear she had no desire to explain further to her disciple.
"That’s enough. You’ve only just come out of seclusion. Stabilizing your Realm is the priority. You may go."
"Master, this woman must not be allowed to stay!" Tushan Jing Ci took a step forward, the sharp glint in her eyes unconcealed.
"I’ve told you, I know what I’m doing. Leave!" Tushan Meng’s tone was tinged with impatience, clearly unwilling to linger on the topic any longer.
"Understood, Master."
She responded in a low voice, a cold, killing intent flashing through her eyes. Then, she bowed, turned, and left without a backward glance.
...
「Nightfall.」
Tushan Jing Ci stood alone atop Moon Spring Peak, where she resided.
The night wind rustled her sleeves and strands of her hair.
Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, a persistent gloom clouding her eyes.
She took a step forward, heading straight for the peak where Yuan lived.
’If my master refuses to act...’
’Then I will do it myself!’
Before long, Tushan Jing Ci arrived at the peak where Yuan resided.
"I was wondering who it could be. So, it’s the Holy Daughter." Yuan, who had been gazing at the stars from her courtyard, retracted her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure of the Holy Daughter’s visit so late at night?"
However, before Yuan could react, the eight snow-white tails behind Tushan Jing Ci had already slammed down viciously toward her.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan’s courtyard was smashed into a ruin, and dust filled the air.
Yuan floated slowly into mid-air, a half-smile on her face as she looked at Tushan Jing Ci. Her tone was laced with casual mockery, "I wonder what’s gotten into the Holy Daughter tonight? Everything was fine, so why come looking for trouble with me?"
"Just here to kill you," Tushan Jing Ci said coldly, not holding back in the slightest.
She took a step forward.
Visible ripples spread out from under her feet, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
In an instant, a mirror-white surface of water spread out in all directions with her at the center, firmly trapping Yuan within it.
One after another, mirror-foxes formed from the water’s surface leaped out, baring their fangs as they lunged madly at Yuan.
Yuan, however, remained unhurried. Her fingertips danced through hand seals for her Techniques, and points of soft, fluorescent light began to swirl around her.
The fluorescent lights were like invisible needles, zipping through the air, precisely piercing and shattering the water-mirror foxes one by one, turning them into splashes of water on the ground.
"Go!"
Tushan Jing Ci let out a low cry. Rows upon rows of dense water swords suddenly materialized behind her, their blades menacing and glinting with a cold light.
In an instant, the countless water swords shot toward Yuan like a torrential downpour, blanketing the sky.
However, a distorted space manifested around Yuan like a barrier, blocking all the dense water swords, preventing them from advancing an inch.
"Hmph!" Tushan Jing Ci snorted coldly, a sharp glint appearing in her eyes.
She suddenly transformed into her original form. Her eight long tails wrapped around the illusory bright moon at the center of her domain, and she swung it around to smash it violently down on Yuan.
"Jing Ci, stop!" Tushan Meng’s voice suddenly echoed within Tushan Jing Ci’s domain.
The next moment, Tushan Meng’s figure was already standing in front of Yuan.
She extended a slender finger and tapped lightly.
The bright moon instantly shattered into thousands of tiny specks of light, scattering in the wind like fireflies. Tushan Jing Ci’s "Moonlight Illusion Realm" broke apart with it.
Tushan Jing Ci reverted to her human form and stared coldly at her master, saying word by word, "Master, this woman has malicious intentions. She must die!"
"Jing Ci, I’ve told you," Tushan Meng sighed, gently shaking her head. "Between Senior Yuan and myself, it is merely a matter of each taking what we need."
"Each taking what you need?" Tushan Jing Ci sneered, her voice full of scorn. "The way I see it, she’s just using Tushan as a pawn!"
Seeing that her master truly trusted this woman of unknown origin so much, Tushan Jing Ci said no more.
Her figure flickered, and she instantly split into a hundred illusory images, indistinguishable from the real one, all of them attacking Yuan from every direction at once.
"Sigh... you child..." Tushan Meng shook her head, her voice filled with helplessness.
She then bit her fingertip, and a bead of crimson blood oozed out.
Using her blood as ink, she wrote the character for "Imprison" stroke by stroke in the air.
Once the character for "Imprison" was formed, it burst forth with a blinding light, like an invisible cage, and enveloped Tushan Jing Ci.
In an instant, all of Tushan Jing Ci’s phantoms that filled the sky were tightly bound by streaks of blood-red light, unable to move.
As the illusions dissipated one by one, only Tushan Jing Ci’s real body remained, tightly wrapped in a long, blood-colored rope.
Tushan Meng flicked another drop of blood onto Tushan Jing Ci’s brow, and she instantly lost consciousness.
"Hongxia, take the Holy Daughter away," Tushan Meng said, turning her head slightly toward the shadows. "Confine her to the courtyard on Moon God Peak. She is not to take a single step out without my permission."
"Yes, Grand Elder." Tushan Hongxia, who had appeared at some unknown point, bowed respectfully. She then walked forward, gently lifted Tushan Jing Ci, and flew away.
"Your Saintess has quite a temper."
Yuan stood where she was, her expression calm, her tone betraying no emotion.
"Please forgive her, Senior." Tushan Meng turned and bowed to Yuan in apology. "Jing Ci is still young and insensible. I will be sure to teach her properly in the future."
"Forget it." Yuan waved her hand dismissively, seeming completely unconcerned by the small incident.
She raised her eyes and asked faintly, "How are things proceeding on your end, Grand Elder?"
"They are nearly complete." Tushan Meng clasped her hands behind her back, her gaze fixed on the distant night as she spoke in a steady voice. "The letter to the Human Alliance has been sent. I expect they will not refuse. The rest is up to you, Senior."
"Rest assured."
Yuan turned around and, with a casual wave of her sleeve, the courtyard that Tushan Jing Ci had smashed into a ruin was instantly restored to its original state, as if nothing had happened at all.
She walked into her room step by step, her cool voice drifting through the night:
"I will give you the Demon Race’s World, and I’ll throw in the World of Ten Thousand Laws as well."