Chapter 503: Spying on Shengyang (2)
Near the gate of Shengyang Palace, at a very high altitude.
Here, the sky is empty and there is almost nothing. Ordinary Yuanlingtian cultivators simply cannot ascend to such a height, and other birds, beasts, poisonous insects, and foreign objects are even less capable of this.
Lu Yi stood here quietly, with the silent and invisible Qingming Wind around him that could melt everything; above his head was the invisible and traceless Dayang True Fire that could melt everything at high temperature; far away under his feet, there were countless auroras and thin clouds moving rapidly with the wind, with all kinds of natural dangers inside, and even flashes of lightning that were tens or hundreds of thousands of miles long.
“What a pity!”
Looking down at the earth, Lu Yi's eyes flickered with a faint light, and he could even see clearly the eyelashes of Hu Buwei at the gate of Shengyang Palace.
What a pity.
These days, he used the great magical powers of Buddhism to forcibly "convert" the disciples of Yinglou and Miro Sect. So many masters became Lu Yu's most loyal and die-hard lackeys. This gain made Lu Yu almost intoxicated.
These converted masters are much more useful than the Taoist soldiers in the Little Vajra Mount Sumeru.
Although those Taoist soldiers have no realm bottleneck, as long as they invest resources, they can continuously improve their cultivation... But they are just humanoid, living combat puppets, monotonous and simple, and have no great future except for personal guards and protecting the house. If you ask them to leave you and take a piece of silver to play soy sauce, I'm afraid they won't be able to do it well.
And these converted subordinates… apart from their absolute loyalty to Lu Yi, their mental sanity, IQ, and basic talents are exactly the same as before, and they still have immeasurable room for development. If you give them a piece of silver and ask them to go and buy soy sauce, if they say they can’t, they can bargain with the boss and get two more coins of salt and half a pound of vinegar as a concession.
Being able to convert so many elite disciples of Yinglou and Miro Palace, Lu Yu really wanted to repeat his old tricks and eliminate the scourge of each family... If he could convert all the disciples of the first hundred sects of Yuanlingtian, wouldn't the dark clouds in the sky dissipate? Wouldn't Yuanlingtian and Jishengtian be in harmony? Wouldn't there be no more fighting?
But, it’s not possible!
After subduing so many disciples of the Miro Sect and forcibly converting Mi Xin of the Shengyang Palace, Lu Yi felt a sense of crisis... A huge malicious force directed against him was brewing, which could erupt at any time in various unpredictable ways.
If it weren't for the Taichu Huntong Pearl that wiped out all traces of Lu Yi's existence, this malicious intent might have turned into an actual disaster!
After a little thought, Lu Yi understood what was going on.
If Yuan Lingtian is a big pasture, the consciousness of heaven and earth is the master of grazing, and all cultivators are the livestock raised in this big pasture. The consciousness of heaven and earth has already left the mark of Yuan Lingtian on them - the pig farms and sheep farms in the secular world also do this, and they will use red-hot irons to hit the buttocks of livestock from a young age.
But what about Lu Yi?
After he "converted" these monks, the imprints on these monks changed from Yuan Lingtian's to Lu Yi's.
Yuan Lingtian has too many animals. If you convert thirty to fifty, or even three to five hundred, it doesn't matter. The consciousness of heaven and earth can't find out and won't notice it... But you are so bold and reckless that you forcefully convert three to five thousand, three to five thousand, or even three to five hundred thousand...
No matter how slow the rancher's reaction was, he saw an animal with someone else's brand on its butt leaping past him, and then he saw another one, and then another one... any pig would have noticed that something was wrong, right?
His family's ranch and resources, and a large group of livestock from other families sneaked in to steal food and drink?
I took a closer look - oh my, these animals that steal food and drink look so familiar. They seemed to be ours before, how come they became someone else's animals?
Moreover, these powerful beings who have reached the realm of Condensing Dao Fruit, Illuminating Void, and Half-Step Heaven and Man Realm are like the leaders of a herd of livestock with precious bloodlines. The consciousness of heaven and earth will naturally take extra care of them and count them from time to time!
After all, the worth of these powerful monks is much higher than those minions.
Therefore, Lu Yu can no longer "convert" so unscrupulously... If he continues to do so, even if Lu Yu is protected by the Taichu Huntong Pearl, the rancher Yuan Lingtian will not be able to kill Lu Yu with a blow. However, he can completely go all out and use various means to completely wipe out the cultivators of Yinglou and Miro Palace.
Thirty thousand years ago, the Buddhist sect of Jishengtian invaded Yuanlingtian as the vanguard. They also used the method of "conversion" first, and after getting a group of loyal subordinates, they used them as the vanguard and spread the war throughout the entire Yuanlingtian.
The Buddhist predecessors thirty thousand years ago were unable to control all the cultivators in Yuanlingtian, and they had to raise their butcher knives in the end... Lu Yi didn't think he could do what they couldn't do!
So... we still have to follow the original plan!
The small sun with a diameter of one hundred miles and a light shining for nearly ten thousand miles hung high in the sky above the Shengyang Palace. Strands of golden light condensed into countless translucent arrows, floating in the void, locking down Hu Buwei and several elders of the photo studio.
A deep and powerful voice, as if the whole world was resonating, rumbled: "Master Hu, why are you coming to my Shengyang Palace instead of investigating your father's death? My Shengyang Palace has always acted uprightly and has never had any business involvement with your Yinglou. You, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person?"
No one wants to mess with a photo studio.
Who among the decent and kind-hearted people would want to be in conflict with a group of killers who are ready to kill at any time?
Therefore, the Grand Elder of the Shengyang Palace who stayed behind at the mountain gate spoke in a relatively polite tone, even suppressing his usual hot temper, and was ready to listen to Hu Buwei's explanation.
If it were someone from any other sect… even if an elder from Jianmen ran to the gate of Shengyang Palace and slashed at their mountain-guarding formation with a sword, or even killed their twelve gate-guarding war puppets, Shengyang Palace would have to fight them first before talking about anything else.
But the photo studio...
Please use a gentler tone!
Hu Buwei sneered, "Wrong person? No, no, no, how could we have found the wrong person? My studio has spent months of hard work, hunting down the murderer of my father all over the world. We finally have this little bit of solid evidence. How could we have found the wrong person?"
The little sun shook slightly: "Oh? From what the host said, could it be that a disciple of my Shengyang Palace killed your father?"
Inside the Shengyang Palace, several alarmed supreme elders who stayed behind looked towards the mountain gate at the same time, with mixed emotions in their hearts. They kept muttering and swearing with foul language that was not very pleasant to the ears.
Did the disciples of Shengyang Palace kill the previous owner of the photo studio?
Hey, this matter seems a bit... strangely happy... The photo studio is one of the top five super powers in Yuanlingtian, and Shengyang Palace is ranked within the top fifteen. There is still a gap in strength between the two.
To be honest, it was a great honor for Shengyang Palace that the people there were able to kill Hu Tianjun.
But you have to clean up your mess after you did it... Now, the victim has come to you. If it were any other sect, you wouldn't be afraid. Even if it was the Miro Sect, the Shengyang Palace would dare to fight back.
But these killers in the photo studio are all crazy... Could it really be one of our own family members who did it?
Hu Buwei sneered: "Open the mountain gate, and I will talk to you personally."
The little sun shook again, and the density of the arrows condensed from the golden light in the void suddenly increased by more than ten times: "I'm afraid it won't work."
Hu Buwei angrily asked, "A thief is guilty of his crime?"
The little sun raised its voice, and the temperature in the void rose sharply. With a flash of strong light, the little sun came to the sky above the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace. The sun was scorching and the heat was unbearable. The large mountains outside the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace had no mountain protection formation. Steam was coming out of countless flowers, plants and trees, and many of them were withering and dying.
Within a radius of nine thousand miles, wherever there was no protection from the formation, white steam rose from the streams, creeks, deep pools, waterfalls, etc. in the valleys. Soon, all the water sources began to boil.
"Guilty conscience?" A red-robed figure slowly emerged from the small sun. "What the host said is totally wrong. The temperament of my disciples in Shengyang Palace is well known to the world. My disciples in Shengyang Palace have bad tempers, but they are upright and dignified. This is determined by our skills and paths... I, Shengyang Palace, dare to do anything!"
Hu Buwei's body was emitting cold black light. He soared into the air and stood on the same level as the figure. "So, you admit that you murdered my father?"
The red-robed figure waved his hands vigorously: "It's not something we did, why should we admit it?"
Before he finished speaking, Mi Xin had already transformed into a human-shaped flame, slowly rising from the ground. Holding the Imperial Spirit Banner in his hand, he shouted sternly, "Second Ancestor, this was done by me, Mi Xin... A few days ago, Mi Xin was out and happened to encounter Hu Tianjun doing something that was against the will of heaven and inhumane. Mi Xin was so angry that he teamed up with a few fellow cultivators to take care of him."
"The studio's treasure, the Imperial Spirit Banner, is here. It can serve as proof!"
Mi Xin slapped his chest vigorously, making a loud 'pa pa' sound. "As a disciple of Shengyang Palace, I never say hypocritical words. I did it, so I did it... You bastards from the photo studio, are you here to mourn for your father? Haha, what can you do to me?"
Mi Xin vigorously shook the Imperial Spirit Banner that was emitting black energy and a faint evil light. "I personally chopped off your father's head. Hu Buwei, what can you do to me? The 'Four Extremes of Burning the Sky and Boiling the Sea' that protects the mountain in my Shengyang Palace is the nemesis of those sneaky villains in your studio!"
In the Little Sun, the second-ranked Grand Patriarch of Shengyang Palace almost fell from the air.
He angrily said, "Mi Xin, what nonsense are you talking about? You have been consolidating your realm and harmonizing your magic power in the palace for more than a year. When did you leave the house and when did you kill Hu Tianjun?"
Mi Xin's expression changed slightly, and he bowed to the Second Ancestor: "Second Ancestor, I am wrong... For more than a year, I said I was in seclusion in the palace to practice, but in fact I secretly left the sect... Uh, in Alder City, there is a disciple who has been secretly keeping a mistress for thirty years. She also gave birth to three children for me. I went to Alder City to visit them, and I happened to run into Hu Tianjun!"
Concubines and the like are all bullshit.
But once Mi Xin said this, the entire Shengyang Palace was forced into a dead end with no way out!
Outside the mountain gate, Hu Buwei's eyes were cracked and tears and blood poured out. He looked up at the sky and wailed, "Give me back my father's life!"
The next moment, countless studio killers appeared out of nowhere, and billions of thunder and fire roared towards the gate of Shengyang Palace.
