Manager Bai?
Who are you trying to fool here!
Mao Yichang sneered coldly, Ninghai Zen as a major enemy of the Thirteen Houses, had long since spread the news of taking in disciples and teaching them personally.
The portrait of Bai Qilang himself had also been placed at the forefront of the table of every elder, followed by several copies distributed to the boisterous sons of the main branch to prevent unnecessary chaos and trouble for the He Mansion.
Therefore, Mao Yichang was deeply impressed by the tall, heroic figure of the youth before him, there was no way he could have mistaken him!
"You have a road to heaven that you won’t take, and now you seek a doorless hell yourself!"
The pitch-black Divine Soul leaped wildly, bringing up a chilling cold wind with a sharp whistling, as if a sharp knife scraping bones.
A massive cluster of dark clouds enveloped downwards, with various poisonous insects vaguely visible: scorpions, centipedes, spotted snakes...
Each was as big as a calf, all lunging towards Bai Qi.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes blaze!
The Mao Family, from being the leader of a huge industry, had become a burial ground left with only a few lonely ghosts and spirits, the chief culprit was Ninghai Zen.
Now, faced with his personal disciple, how could they not hate, not rage?
Unable to defeat Ninghai Zen, couldn’t they teach his disciple a lesson?!
Mao Yichang immediately employed the malicious Daoist skill from He Mountain Dao, the Five Poisonous Smoke and Miasma!
Using eight hundred Golden Needle Scorpions, Blood Scale Snakes, Centipeded... and other poisonous creatures to refine and fuse their flesh and blood into a pot, gathering the "Five Poison Yin Extremity Qi" contained within.
Only when he amassed thirty-six complete strands could he refine into this endlessly transformative, flesh-corroding miasma.
Even the horizontal body training of a Third-Training Martial Artist couldn’t withstand it; contact would surely dissolve into foul-smelling pus.
"Cheap tricks, dare to show off in front of a master!"
Bai Qi’s gaze was piercing, his Divine Soul true aspect with a thousand hands and eyes soared high, transforming into a mighty wind with almost no yin energy, charging headlong into the Five Poisonous Smoke and Miasma!
Although he had just broken through to the Third Realm of Dao Skill, supplemented with fifty years of arduous cultivation, how would he fear Mao Yichang.
With the operation of the "Yellow Springs of Dragons Scripture," every thought gleamed with golden brilliance, as if a great sun was lifted and held aloft!
The Five Poisonous Smoke and Miasma, like snow melting, emitted a "hissing" sound, and was dispersed in an instant!
"How could Ninghai Zen’s disciple know Dao skills?"
Mao Yichang seemed pressed upon a red-hot iron plate, rolling back and forth several times.
His Divine Soul rippled like water, with an intense pain like being seared, unable to help but let out a miserable howl:
"Lord Wu Gou, save me!"
How could matters of great import be colluded with such insects?
And how could the Holy Sect be revitalized?
The stone scripture was greatly annoyed, leaping out words of disgust:
"Useless thing! You are a Third Realm, with hundreds of years of cultivation, where has it gone?!"
Mao Yichang was at a loss for words, secretly aggrieved within, having just loaned fifty years to Lord Wu Gou, indeed leaving him with little.
"Brother Jing Shu needn’t be harsh, as it’s said ’This law is equal, without high or low,’ blessings are given indiscriminately, not divided by aptitude or lineage."
Effortlessly taking down Mao Yichang of the Third Realm of Dao Skill, Bai Qi felt not the slightest joy, for the tradition of Tongwen Hall was that opponents of the same level were no real rivals, crossing realms to defeat strong enemies was the only noteworthy achievement.
The Divine Soul true aspect with a thousand hands and eyes returned to his physical shell, and he once again introduced himself to Mao Yichang:
"I am Bai Qi, the manager of the Four Reversals Sect’s blessing project, you may call me ’Manager Bai’.
Manager?
When did such a position appear in the sect?
Mao Yichang’s Divine Soul was weakened, as if burned, with thoughts surfacing cracks like coarse porcelain.
Helplessly curling into a ball, he glanced peevishly at the stone scripture, hoping for an explanation, what is the blessing project?
"This little brother, chosen by this grand lord following divine will, listening to the sound of the Dao, is the top choice for Saint Child!
The blessings he proposes are the key millennial plan of this sect! Striving to surpass the White Sun Sect in three years, overthrow the Dragon Court in five, and have the Four Reversals Sect bloom across Red County Divine Land!
Mao Yichang, he follows his words, does his duties well... there mustn’t be the slightest act of rebellion!"
The words emitted by the "Wu Gou Scripture" were heavy and forceful, like iron and stone casting, showing the correctness of attitude and determination.
Saint Child?
Choosing Ninghai Zen’s disciple as Saint Child under Pimo King?
Lord Wu Gou, you are confused!
Mao Yichang grieved deeply, how could our Four Reversals Sect recruit good people!
He endured the burning pain of his Divine Soul, analyzed:
"This child’s origins are unclear, perhaps even an insider sent by another house! The entrance and exit method of He Mountain Dao Inner Scenic Land is known only to myself, Su, Han, Fang, and the noble ones from Celestial Water Prefecture, Bai Qilang’s sudden appearance surely has something suspicious!"
For Mao Yichang’s lengthy nonsense, the "Wu Gou Scripture" listened impatiently, even if this little brother was a Daoist from the White Sun Sect, what of it?
The Four Reversals Sect has always accepted members regardless of their background, even demons can join.
As for the hidden dangers posed by undercover infiltrators?
Anyone with a slightly higher status, such as a Saint Child or Saintess, must go to the Turbid Tide to receive the baptism of the Supreme Divine Spirit.
And the Turbid Tide, even immortals of the Longevity Secret Realm can’t withstand, rather avoid.
In the whole of Red County Divine Land, who can be unaffected?
Thus, the Four Reversals Sect has always been indiscriminate, and most enjoys enticing truth-transmitting Daoists from other houses into its fold.
Ten years ago, Kou Qiuyue from Meridian Sword Sect defected and fled, with Four Reversals Sect behind the scenes exerting force.
"Ridiculous! Little Brother Bai hasn’t even joined the sect, yet can comprehend the founder’s vision of the sect, undoubtedly the top choice for Saint Child!
Mao Yichang, I know you have a blood debt with Little Brother Bai’s master, but enemies should be resolved rather than tied, meeting with smiles to erase grudges, after all you have annihilated the Mao Family, and didn’t spare the other two families."
As the saying goes, when a person dies, the debts disappear. The vendetta against the Su, Mao, Han, and Fang families is as good as gone, everyone is happy."
"Wugou Scripture is playing the mediator, if it weren’t for the later connections with Celestial Water Prefecture, it wouldn’t have bothered with Mao Yichang, not caring if he lived or died."
"How can a mere ’ordinary stock’ compare to Bai Qilang, a ’potential stock’!"
"Lord Wu Gou, don’t be fooled by this kid! Look at him, full of righteousness, distinguished appearance, magnanimous demeanor, heroic spirit... hardly looks like someone from our sect!"
Mao Yichang spoke fiercely, his eyes showing hatred, as if he desperately wanted to tear Bai Qisheng apart.
But the latter was happy to let him speak more, Master Qi enjoyed listening to this.
"Brother Jing Shu, in my opinion, our Holy Sect’s development is hindered and hasn’t surpassed White Sun Sect because of this fundamental issue."
Bai Qi paid no mind to Mao Yichang, such a character wasn’t even worth killing for him, so he said:
"Forgive my bluntness, those who commit crimes and act recklessly, devote themselves to the sect, and worship the Supreme Deity, may never enter the Turbid Tide their whole lives.
Their desires are too shallow, let me ask you, is killing truly ’evil’?"
"If you grant a butcher the powers of a Divine Power Giant, in three to five days, he’d have heads rolling and rivers flowing with blood.
Bullying the weak and indulging in desires, all beings can do that, what’s so special about it?"
Mao Yichang was stumped, speechless, how could Ninghai Zen’s disciple be so adept at swaying people with words?
"Little brother, your words are insightful."
Wugou Scripture, being a classic gateway for practicing Divine Soul Taoist Skill, had seen countless desires of the heart, and found them uninteresting.
"In your view, what is ’evil’ then?"
Bai Qi calmly and earnestly replied:
"To forge the will of beings with one’s own heart, that is ’evil’!
For example, if I eat vegetarian, then everyone must eat grass, those who defy me will be eliminated.
Buddha speaks of saving all beings, seeing all creatures as drowning in the sea, hence filled with compassion and striving for salvation to reach the other shore.
While evil does not care for life and death, if he enjoys sinking in the sea of suffering, then beings sink with him, if he desires to transcend, then beings shall enjoy bliss.
This is truly ’evil’!
Brother Jing Shu, my desires are simple, I wish for the Holy Sect to flourish and be renowned in Divine Land! I wish all brothers and sisters in the sect to receive blessings!"
"Anyone who opposes my wishes is a roadblock to be eliminated!"
Wugou Scripture was shaken, understanding the magic inherent in Bai Qi’s words more than others as a clairvoyant under Pimo King’s command.
Especially when this little brother spoke his wishes, with unwavering intent, without any pretense, purely genuine.
"Truly a natural evil seed! Bai Qilang, he consistently exceeds my expectations, if he continues, I’ll even want the Sect Leader to step down for him!"
Mao Yichang suddenly brightened up, coldly saying:
"Empty words without substance are meaningless! Lord Wu Gou, anyone can utter such nonsense, if Bai Qilang truly wishes to join the sect, why not follow Pimo King’s rules? Forsake emotions, first kill his master, and bring the head of Ninghai Zen as proof!"
Bai Qi’s gaze was disdainful, this old trick was far too outdated for him, he felt indifferent:
"If merely killing one’s kin and loved ones can make you a Holy Son of the sect... that’s too ridiculous.
Jianghu is full of such people’s beasts in clothes, if Four Reversals Sect is nothing but a den of villains, scoundrels, thieves, and fools, I’m indeed not interested in joining.
What I admire is the grand vision of the sect’s founder where everyone is like dragons, not a group of worms indulging their whims without restraint."
Mao Yichang gritted his teeth, wanting to argue more, but the stone scripture was uninterested in listening any longer, forming a large character "devour" and once again draining fifty years of his cultivation.
Screams echoed endlessly in the Puzzle Cave!
"You’re too presumptuous, Mao Yichang! Recognize your role, and dare not offend Little Brother Bai again, lest I demolish the shrine in your heart!"
Wugou Scripture admonished.
"Brother Jing Shu, don’t be angry, it’s normal for sect brothers to struggle accepting my origins.
Since he mentioned Pimo King’s rules, then let’s follow the rules, I request to take Four Reversals Sect’s most terrifying magic trials!"
Bai Qi said resolutely.
He believed with the Master’s help and the support of the [Yellow Springs] Dao Seed, even if Pimo King personally came, he should withstand for a while.
To fully gain Wugou Scripture’s trust, undergoing the magic trials seemed inevitable.
"The most terrifying magic trials? Little Brother Bai, think it over carefully, these words are not to be said lightly, take them back quickly. If Pimo King stationed in Mao Yichang’s shrine senses it and takes it seriously, you’ll have no way out."
Wugou Scripture advised.
"I, Bai Qi, request to take the magic trials!"
Bai Qi showed no fear in his eyes, each word firm and clear, leaving Mao Yichang stunned, he couldn’t help but wonder if Ninghai Zen’s student was indeed a born evil seed?
In fact, Master Bai Qi had long communicated with Nanming Li Fire, if anything happened, he could quickly flee.
"Ah, now that is the spirit of a Holy Son!"
Seeing Bai Qi insist, Wugou Scripture ceased to advise, allowing Mao Yichang to summon the shrine within, seeking from Pimo King’s senses.
A moment later, an extremely faint ripple was felt, resonating throughout the Puzzle Cave.
"It’s this! Pimo King is wise, truly living up to the title of the most terrifying magic trials!"
Mao Yichang was overjoyed after hearing clearly, his spirit exuding excitement, looking at Bai Qi as if gazing upon a dead man.
Soon after, Wugou Scripture too showed dejection, seemingly disheartened.
Though Bai Qi had showcased his extraordinary nature repeatedly, this time the magic trial was truly perilous.
Across the years and ages, none have conquered it!
Brief tranquility vanished instantly, the stone scripture laboriously posed the magic trial task:
"Infiltrate Three Yang Sect, as a Daoist of any branch."