ATPnovel Chapter 680 678: The Yunshan Debate on Immortality
Chapter 680 678: The Yunshan Debate on Immortality
Mo Lin was not familiar with Cloud Mountain; evidently, Wei Liang knew more.
When he heard the term "immortality at Cloud Mountain," his emotions were noticeably more excited than Mo Lin's.
"Lord Mo Lin, you must go," Wei Liang hurriedly urged Mo Lin.
Before Mo Lin could speak, Wei Liang added, "Countless people in the East District have come for immortality.
Even Xin Ziruo is searching for immortality.
You being invited to Cloud Mountain is like a pie falling from the sky—an excellent opportunity."
What Wei Liang said made sense, yet Mo Lin was the least convinced by the notion of a pie falling from the sky.
Why would such a good thing happen to him?
Why?
Just because Mo Lin is lucky?
That seemed unrealistic.
Mo Lin thought for a moment and decided to go to Cloud Mountain.
....
South District.
A secluded area.
Fairy Yunxia stood inside a wooden house.
"Sister, you must have been locked in here for many years, haven't you?" Fairy Yunxia asked the woman ahead of her.
The woman was bound with iron chains, hands suspended high, feet off the ground, her cheeks pale.
Messy hair covered her cheeks.
"Kill me," the woman raised her head, her tone icy cold.
A pleading expression seeking death.
"You're my sister; I can't bear to kill you," Fairy Yunxia slowly replied.
This woman was Fairy Yunxia's sister, named Shang Xun.
"Heh heh... you're afraid that if I die, the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword will no longer heed your command, right?" Shang Xun directly exposed Fairy Yunxia's thoughts.
Before Fairy Yunxia could speak, Shang Xun continued, "Rest assured, even if I die, the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword will obey your command."
"I ask for nothing but for you to kill me, to give me a swift end."
She truly did not wish to continue this life of being confined here.
"Regarding the matters of the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword, I absolutely won't reveal it," Shang Xun further added.
This was a secret that belonged only to her and Fairy Yunxia.
Actually, Shang Xun was the true master of the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword.
As for Fairy Yunxia, she was merely a petty thief who stole the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword.
However... Shang Xun no longer cared about these matters.
As if hitting a sore spot, Fairy Yunxia suddenly retorted angrily, "The Purple and Blue Treasure Sword is the compensation you owe me; it's what you owe me."
"I know, it's what I owe you," Shang Xun lowered her head and slowly replied.
She harbored no resentment towards her younger sister, only wished for death.
"Tell me, if someone can draw the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword, would they be your intended one or mine?" Fairy Yunxia slowly queried Shang Xun.
"No one will draw the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword; that matter is merely a rumor," Shang Xun replied softly.
"Travel to the East District, help me kill someone, and I'll grant you freedom; after that, you owe me nothing.
Our grievances end here," Fairy Yunxia slowly said to Shang Xun.
Shang Xun slowly raised her head, revealing her haggard face.
"Really?" Shang Xun found it hard to believe.
She knew Fairy Yunxia's temperament well.
Regarding what happened back then, Fairy Yunxia would absolutely not let go so easily.
"Of course it's true; go to the East District and kill a man named Mo Lin."
Fairy Yunxia slowly said, "With your strength, killing someone should be simple, right?"
Even though Shang Xun no longer possessed the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword, she remained its original master.
Her power was unfathomable.
"Alright, what I owe you, I will return it all this time," Shang Xun slowly replied.
Fairy Yunxia then proceeded to unlock her sister's shackles.
"Xiao Qing, take my sister to change her clothes, then escort her to the East District."
Shang Xun followed a female attendant out.
Watching Shang Xun's departing figure, Fairy Yunxia's face displayed a long-lost smile.
"Years ago, you caused me to lose my most beloved; this time, I will let you taste the same feeling."
How despairing would her sister be, knowing that the person she was to kill was the one who could draw the Purple and Blue Treasure Sword?
This was precisely the scene Fairy Yunxia wished to see.
...
East District.
Mo Lin, dressed in simple black and white attire, headed for Cloud Mountain.
Cloud Mountain wasn't an actual mountain; it was merely the name of a district.
Upon stepping into Cloud Mountain's territory, Mo Lin clearly felt as though something was watching him continuously.
This place was different from outside, with a dark atmosphere akin to cloudy skies.
Outside the sun blazed fiercely, but here it was dark as though in a cave.
Walking through the streets, no one could be seen.
Only skeletal remains of people who had died were scattered on the ground.
Mo Lin distinctly felt numerous powerful presences rapidly approaching.
After walking for about ten minutes, suddenly a group of people appeared on the deserted street.
They wore black coats, standing in a line, walking at the forefront.
The person in the middle knelt on the ground, forming a tall chair-like shape.
Following the gaze upward, it was a shadowy figure.
"Hello.." the man smiled and greeted Mo Lin.
That smile was eerie and uncanny.
Approaching closer, Mo Lin realized these beings weren't humans at all.
They were Evil Spirits.
Different from the Evil Spirits he had encountered years ago.
The Evil Spirits Mo Lin encountered years ago leaned towards ghosts.
But now, these Evil Spirits resembled humans more.
The enmity between Mo Lin and the Evil Spirits arose from the Underworld Yedou.
Evil Spirits were the culprits behind Yedou's destruction.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Hong Cang, an Evil Spirit from Great Spirit Mountain."
As the words fell, Hong Cang raised his hand, and the surrounding black-cloaked individuals instantly liquefied, merging into Hong Cang's body.
As if they originally belonged to one body.
Rather than calling him an Evil Spirit, at this moment he appeared more like a monster.
"You might not know me, but I know you."
Hong Cang slowly said to Mo Lin, "Back in Hongzhou, you sealed the Underworld fissure, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of my Evil Spirit clan.
And in Hongzhou, you killed a general from our Evil Spirit clan; our clan retains memories of you."
"You needn't be cautious around me; I wish to collaborate with you."
As if the past hostilities between the Evil Spirits and Mo Lin never occurred, Hong Cang's tone and attitude lacked even a hint of grudges.
The more it was like this, the more terrifying Mo Lin found it.
Perhaps due to the long absence of contact with Evil Spirits, Mo Lin felt somewhat tense.
Encountering the First Daoist Lord of Jingming Daoism felt entirely different.
When meeting the First Daoist Lord, Mo Lin merely experienced chills.
Yet confronting Hong Cang, Mo Lin felt an uneasy tension.
He couldn't see through the other side at all.
"How would we collaborate?" Mo Lin asked Hong Cang.
"Together we seek immortality, how about that?"
"Let's leave it for later," Mo Lin politely rejected Hong Cang.
He wouldn't collaborate with Evil Spirits.
It wasn't out of spite, nor did he look down on Evil Spirits.
On the contrary, he was far too wary of the person before him.
"I'll give you time to consider," Hong Cang smiled at Mo Lin, then turned and walked forward.
Mo Lin likewise followed him as they walked together.
After about ten minutes of walking.
They finally arrived at their destination.
Just seeing the scene around them indicated they had arrived.
The ground was covered in dense patterns.
Colorful designs were etched into the ground.
At the center, there were ten columns.
Mo Lin and Hong Cang were clearly the earliest arrivals.
Ahead stood a figure.
This person was shrouded in darkness, his face indistinguishable.
Or rather, his appearance couldn't be seen.
He must be the initiator of the immortality talk, and it was he who invited Mo Lin.
"Take a seat and wait for the others," the shadowy figure spoke.
His voice echoed like thunder.
Hong Cang sensibly took his seat.
Subsequently, others appeared one after another.
Although not everyone coming here was a prominent figure in the East District.
At the very least, they were individuals qualified to be here.