Chapter 17: The Great Conspiracy (Part 1)

  Three days later, the sky was clear and sunny, a magnificent funeral procession of 108 coffins marched out of Jiangzhou, heading straight towards the direction of the Magnetic Mouth.

  More than 300 people attended the funeral, all dressed in white mourning clothes. At the front were the memorial flags and lanterns leading the way, followed by the fragrance pavilion music team. In the middle was a large coffin with 108 bearers carrying it forward. Behind them were the relatives of Hui Tongbiao Bureau led by Yu Zhongshi and Chu Lie, and finally the friends and family who came to bid farewell. Geng Nanxing, still recovering from his serious injury, could only lie in the horse-drawn carriage being taken care of by Wan'er.

  The cemetery is located on a gentle slope near the river in Cizigou, with lush grass and dense bamboo forests, excellent feng shui, and large areas of yellow poplar trees and azaleas growing all over the mountains.

  The reeds along the riverbank stretch out endlessly, swaying gently in the breeze. The pure white reed flowers dance in the air, mesmerizing one's eyes.

  All the graves have been built, and the names engraved on each stone monument represent an innocent life that has passed away in a bloody massacre.

  Incense, five-colored fruits, three teas and five wines were placed one by one in front of the tomb. Next came the scattering of money at the grave, the wailing of filial sons, the rounding of the mound, warming the mound, filling the hole with earth, kneeling and burning incense sticks and other funeral rituals.

  Suddenly, mournful voices rose, and some people fell to the ground in front of their relatives' coffins, crying and refusing to let go. Although Geng Nan Yi and Chu Lie were also heartbroken, they remained vigilant at all times, knowing that the demon leaders might attack the funeral procession at any moment.

  The living are strong, the dead rest in peace.

  The river flows eastward, and the space between heaven and earth is filled with a sorrowful atmosphere. Even someone with an iron heart would be unable to hold back tears upon witnessing this scene.

  All the tomb locations were personally designated by Xiao Si, scattered in a staggered manner on the gentle slope.

  However, until the deceased was buried in the ground, the ceremony would end, and the river surface remained calm and peaceful as usual.

  Xia Peiheng was secretly grumbling to himself, unable to decide whether he should feel disappointed or happy about Xiao Si's miscalculation. He glanced at Xiao Si, who was crying so hard that he had lost all sense of direction, and thought to himself: "Just wait until the ceremony is over and everyone has wasted their time for half a day, then let's see if you can still cry!"

  At this moment, the river surface suddenly changed, and a huge wave of 100 meters wide and 10 meters high suddenly rose up, like a mountain peak rising from the bottom of the river, emitting a shocking roar, rushing over the reeds towards the gentle slope.

  "He's here!" Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and a thrill of excitement arose.

  The first to react was Zhangsun Wuji, who opened his fan and shouted: "I'm fanning, I'm fanning, I'm fanning——" A burst of green wind shot out from the fan, like a rolling cloud surging up to meet a giant wave.

  "Bang!" The dark blue waves crashed, the green whirlwind shattered instantly, and the mountain-like big wave trembled slightly before pressing down again with overwhelming force.

  Chang Sun Wuji felt extremely humiliated and, in a fit of rage, exclaimed: "I say - the tiger is not showing its might! You think I'm just a sickly cat!" With a fierce swing of his fan, the Huashan Jade Maiden Peak on the fan's surface suddenly radiated brilliant colors and burst forth, instantly growing larger in mid-air like a jade pillar supporting the sky, shattering the long sky. It struck the incoming massive wave head-on.

  "Rumble rumble——" A deafening loud noise almost pierced everyone's eardrums, and the scene in front of them was chaotic.

  The magnificent light rain filled the sky, and the violent storm pierced through the void. The Jade Maiden Peak was split into four or five strands of cyan light beams that returned to the fan surface and re-condensed into shape. Under the traction of the air machine, Changsun Wujin's small face turned white and hummed a low voice, his eyes staring intently at the front.

  That crumbling mountain has transformed into millions of sharp water arrows shooting across the sky, the shrill whistling sound drowning out all other noises in the world, striking fear into people's hearts.

  Geng Shaohua let out a low shout: "Hmph!" With all his might, he raised the Eight Trigrams Copper Plate, but unfortunately, he had pushed his strength to the limit, and the range that could be covered was only about ten or more zhang.

  Fortunately, Yu Zhongshi, Qiu Junyi, Zhao Baichuan, Long Zaitian and others took action one after another, each offering their own immortal family treasures. For a time, the magnificent light was like countless dazzling fireworks bursting in the clouds, illuminating half of the sky with a deep purple glow.

  "Whoosh!" The water arrow that had been intercepted by the treasure exploded and dispersed, turning into a misty rain that floated down from the sky.

  Xiao Si had long been prepared, holding up an umbrella that could not be blown inside out by the wind. He looked at the crowd drenched in rain and gloated to himself: "When it's going to rain, a daughter is getting married, who told you not to bring an umbrella? I call this preparing for the unexpected."

  Chu Lie's eyes narrowed as he gazed out, and on the turbulent river surface, a figure slowly rose up, holding a flag that summoned wind and rain, it was precisely the old demon Bān Lán.

  Before he could utter a word, a fierce blaze suddenly burst out of the reeds, and the flames were a deep blue color. In an instant, they converged into thirteen ferocious fire dragons that charged forward together, leaving behind a trail of scorched earth and withered grass wherever they passed.

  Qiu Junyi shouted: "Be careful, this is Eagle Yang's 'Thirteen Fire Dragon Tripod'!" Jing Nian urged the still unretracted "Stellar Treasure Bowl" to meet it head-on.

  "Hum——" The treasure bowl trembled, and the starlight overflowed in all directions. A brilliant starry river burst forth, meeting head-on with a fire dragon that was rushing towards it.

  At the same time, others also showed their magical powers and guarded the gentle slope with all their might.

  Taking advantage of the crowd's defense against the fire dragon, hundreds of black-clad men and many demonic gate thugs who were invited to come, rushed out from the river and charged straight at the gentle slope, passing through the reeds. The leader of the black-clad men, Xu Xiaoqian, was at the forefront on horseback, with a stunningly beautiful woman by his side, carrying a seven-colored flower basket that caught the eye, none other than the famous Flower Demon Maiden, who was as notorious as the Spotted Old Demon and the Eagle Soaring Old Demon.

  She and the old variegated demon had been a couple for decades, but she would often flirt with others outside, so her reputation was notorious and people despised her. However, Huā Yāo Niáng herself didn't think it was shameful, instead, she thought it was glorious, always calling herself "the fairy of flowers". But this flower fairy's methods were extremely ruthless and her heart was very sinister, even the poppy flower would feel ashamed in front of her.

  She didn't wait to rush to the gentle slope, lightly lifted her hand in the seven-colored flower blue and picked up a handful of colorful petals to scatter them against the wind. "Whoosh" A burst of pink mist surged like a tide, thousands of petals flashed and shone with intense fragrance like ten thousand arrows shooting towards the crowd.

  "What's this Seven-Colored Soul-Stealing Rain?" Long Tian's expression changed greatly, and he shouted loudly: "Hurry up and hold your breath, there's poison in the petal powder fog!"

  No need for him to remind, the crowd had already held their breath and operated to protect their bodies. Who knew that the pink mist, which seemed as light as smoke, could actually penetrate the protective aura and drill into the pores!

  Li Jing's expression was calm as he took out a black jade flute from his sleeve and placed it on his lips. The flute sound was faint and floated in the sky, with layers of light halo emanating from the flute hole, just like spring sunshine melting snow and sweeping away the misty fog that filled the sky.

  Even so, there were still many people injured by the flower petals. However, as long as Li Jing, one of the three young masters of the Tang Sect, was around, the Flower Fairy couldn't use any means to poison anyone to death.

  The Eagle Soaring Old Monster put away the Fire Dragon Cauldron, stepped on layered clouds and rode the wind to rush straight towards Xiao Si and Li Jing. His eyes shot out fierce glints as he said in a cold voice: "Very good, since you two are both here, it saves me the trouble of making an extra trip!"

  The giant umbrella on the top of Xiaosio's head blocked his line of sight, and he looked around but only heard the voice without seeing the person, so he couldn't help but exclaim: "Where is the old man who speaks?"

  Wan Er was so angry that she grabbed an umbrella and pointed it at the sky, shouting: "Heaven!"

  Xiao Si raised his eyes and saw that the old demon had arrived quickly, eager for revenge. He was confident in his own cultivation and didn't wait for the rest of the troops to catch up, charging alone up the gentle slope, less than ten zhang away from Xiao Si.

  Xiao Si was startled, and others would have been too, but he had suffered greatly at the hands of Eagle Yang's old demon, so he felt a bit like a mouse seeing a cat. He hastily grabbed the umbrella that defied heaven and earth and shouted: "Wan'er, cover me while I retreat!"

  Chu Lie and Qiu Junyi rushed up together, flying in mid-air to intercept, one knife and one sword attacking Eagle Yang Old Demon.

  The eagle soared, the old demon sneered coldly and hummed, his double sleeves brushed out a bloody light, and with two loud noises, he sent Chu and Qiu flying.

  He swiftly swung his arms, like a black eagle swooping down on its prey, and locked onto Xiao Si tightly.

  Suddenly his body paused in mid-air, keenly sensing a murderous aura like the sharp blade of a drawn sword piercing straight into his heart.

  Seven feet away, Li Jing put down the black fan and picked up a delicate small knife between his fingers, saying lightly: "The one used to kill your son is this knife."

  The eagle's eyes condensed, and with a reverse hand, he drew out the Eagle Wing Magic Blade, but did not immediately take action.

  He and Li Jing had a hand-to-hand combat in Chang'an, resulting in both being injured, and they understood each other's cultivation. Although he knew that his skills were slightly better, the opponent's small Li Ke knife was unpredictable and unbeatable. At this time, he adjusted his breath, circulated his energy, and urged the release of the Blood Domain Demon Skill, forming a stalemate with Li Jing.

  Xiao Si wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with relief, "Fortunately, this old demon still has some sense of reason, knowing that injustice has a head and debt has a master. I'm just an accomplice."

  Before he could finish speaking, a soft, melodious voice chimed in with a gentle laugh: "Little brother, you're quite clever and charming, why don't you come with sister instead?"

  The flower fairy maiden wore a seven-colored flower on her arm, swaying gently as she walked up the gentle slope towards Xiao Si.

  Although Xīao Sì had always liked beautiful women, thinking that this flower demon maiden was already famous for a long time, and must be at least 70 or 80 years old, he really didn't have the heart for it. Without hesitation, he loudly shouted: "Wú Jī brother, your demon woman has arrived!"

  Chang Sun Wuji had just finished performing the "Jade Maiden Descends to the Mortal World" technique, which had indeed consumed a considerable amount of his energy. At this moment, he was still panting and recovering his breath when he heard Xiao Si shout out. A pair of peach blossom eyes sparkled as she rushed over and asked: "Where is the demon girl?"

  "Far in the heavens, near at hand."

  Chang Sun Wu Jin gazed at Hua Yao Niang's eyes blinking repeatedly and asked: "Xiao Brother, is she really the demon girl you mentioned?"

  Xiao Si asked in surprise: "What's wrong, doesn't Brother Wu like it?"

  Chang Sun Wuji asked again, "Is there a smaller one?"

  The flower demoness looked at Zhangsun Wuji, her eyes rippling with a sly smile as she said: "Little brother, haven't you heard that heroes don't ask about origins and beauties don't ask about age?"

  Xiao Si clapped his hands and said: "That makes sense! Just like good wine, it gets better with age!"

  Chang Sun Wujin sighed: "I only know that vegetables will rot if they are left out for too long, and when a woman gets old, even ghosts would feel sorry for her."

  The sentence instantly sparked public outrage, and two voices rang out at the same time: "Nonsense!"

  The flower demon girl said angrily: "You ignorant little boy, who told you this?"

  "My father." He thought for a moment, forgot to introduce himself, and said listlessly: "I am Chang Sun Wu Jin, known in the Jianghu as 'Yu Nu Jian', the first handsome man under the Qingcheng Gate. I venture to ask your respected name, madam, and how many years have you lived?"

  "You are what kind of person to Zhang Sunzheng?"

  Chang Sun Wu Jin said gloomily: "He is my father, and that sentence just now was taught to me by him."

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