Chapter 1772. Since that’s the case, then what if I lend you a hand—Yao Yao and Jiang Weiyang
Within the void, chaotic mist spread out. The male phantom did not make any movement, nor did he attempt to stop State Preceptor Xingming from escaping.
Then, as if somewhat helpless, he shook his head slightly. Looking at the red-dressed young girl in front of him, whose face was full of joy, he spoke in a calm and gentle voice, “You used the life-saving method I left for you here. If you encounter danger next time, you might not be so fortunate.”
The red-dressed girl curved her brows and eyes, playfully sticking out her tongue, “I don’t believe Master would just ignore me.”
The man shook his head and said nothing more. Then he glanced at Jiang Weiyang, who stood not far away in a daze, as well as Zhu Fuyi. He seemed to ponder something, but did not speak, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing on the spot.
“Ah…”
“The Master is probably a bit angry…”
Seeing the man leave just like that, the smile on the red-dressed girl’s face immediately vanished. Her little face fell, and she began to frown in distress.
Although Jiang Weiyang could not see what had happened, relying on her powerful perception, she could still guess something. After ing back to her senses, she spoke in gratitude, “Thank you, Senior…”
Hearing this, the red-dressed girl glanced at her, suppressing the worried expression on her face and returning to her usual proud and posed demeanor. She shook her head and said, “Master has already left. That was only a trace of his will left by my side. He won’t hear your thanks.”
“No matter what, thanks to the Senior, I was able to escape danger. This gratitude is only proper.” Jiang Weiyang finally showed a smile.
The red-dressed girl looked at her somewhat strangely, but did not say anything further.
With the departure of State Preceptor Xingming, the frozen spacetime finally resumed. Time began to flow again, the sound of wind returned, and the wheels of the carriage rolled over the stone road with a rumbling noise.
The caravan continued on its journey. The others had no reaction at all, unaware of what had just occurred.
Zhu Fuyi still stood there with his eyes wide open, as if turned to clay. He had wanted to speak and thank the mysterious man for saving his life, but his heart was still filled with indescribable shock, leaving him unable to recover for a long time, let alone express gratitude.
“Thank you, Miss,” he said instead, not foolish enough to miss the point. Realizing that the red-dressed girl before him had an extraordinary background, he quickly cupped his hands in thanks.
Some cultivators in the caravan found his behavior a bit strange, but no one asked further.
The red-dressed girl had no intention of further interaction with Zhu Fuyi and the others. She waved her hand and turned to return to her carriage.
Jiang Weiyang, however, seemed hesitant to speak.
Inside the carriage, the red-dressed girl rubbed her forehead, appearing somewhat troubled. But she soon cast aside the various plicated thoughts of the day, clearing her mind, and sat cross-legged to cultivate. She did not want to get involved in the affairs of the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, but since things had already happened, she had no choice.
Now the situation was chaotic—the Heaven-Defying Alliance was attacking the Zhengyi Alliance—and she had encountered such events. She hadn’t even had time to inform her master about the matter she had accidentally e across earlier.
In such troubled times, she did not want to invite more trouble.
Now she only wished to cultivate diligently, improve her strength, catch up to Sister Xian’er, and find Sister Taotian, who had vanished from the worlds.
“Are they planning to scheme against me as well? Going through such a roundabout means to tie Jiang Weiyang to the Heaven-Defying Alliance, even sending her to my side? Interesting.”
“If this is the Weiyang Emperor’s arrangement, then he’s not as simple as he appears. He must have laid down many hidden contingencies, unwilling to remain a puppet at others’ mercy.”
“But with such clumsy acting, can it really fool the ‘Master of Fate’ behind him?”
In the Heaven-Defying Alliance, a wisp of green smoke dissipated before Gu Changge, casually brushed away by him. His eyes showed contemplation.
State Preceptor Xingming’s poor acting naturally could not deceive him.
The other party had likely long set his sights on Tiantian, knowing her special identity and her deep connection with him. Thus, he deliberately used this method to “force” him to appear, allowing himself to escape logically.
All of this was likely meant to mislead the “Master of Fate” behind him.
Even if Gu Changge had not intervened just now, Xingming would not have dared to harm Yao Yao—at most he would have used other methods to make her suffer a bit.
“Letting her wander outside to gain experience—she hasn’t learned anything good, but instead picked up all of Gu Xian’er’s bad habits, earning herself the reputation of a little demoness…” Gu Changge shook his head slightly.
Anyone with intent could easily discover the connection between Yao Yao and the Heaven-Defying Alliance.
As an Ancestor Dao realm expert, Xingming naturally could guess the relationship between her and Gu Changge. His apparent attempt to capture Jiang Weiyang was in fact to force Gu Changge to appear.
Understanding this, Gu Changge simply went along with the plan and made a move, “frightening” him away.
However, through today’s events, Gu Changge suddenly realized he might have underestimated the Weiyang Emperor. He had nearly forgotten this minor figure, thinking him incapable of escaping the control of the Master of Fate.
But with Xingming choosing such a precise moment, and coincidentally tying Jiang Weiyang to the Heaven-Defying Alliance and himself—So many coincidences occurring together meant they were no coincidences at all.
Perhaps long ago, the Weiyang Emperor had already arranged everything, secretly coordinating with Xingming.
Xingming, the old woman Xingying, and the White-Browed Star Lord imprisoned in Xiyuan Holy Hall all came from Yin Ruins Cave.
From the current situation, Xingming had already betrayed Yin Ruins Cave in secret.
The seemingly puppet-like Weiyang Emperor had long been plotting against the Master of Fate.
“This grand play is being more and more interesting. In that case, what’s wrong with me giving you a hand?”
Gu Changge smiled meaningfully. “Otherwise, your clumsy acting won’t deceive the Master of Fate.”
As he spoke, he extended a hand. Space before him instantly collapsed, forming a terrifying black hole. Within his palm, all laws and orders were annihilated, like the hand of heaven destroying the universe.
At the other end of the black hole, a calm spacetime suddenly twisted and shattered.
State Preceptor Xingming stood there, his expression serene, seemingly deep in thought.
But the next moment, the void above his head collapsed. Space shattered, and a massive palm descended, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and slaying immortals and Buddhas.
“What—?!”
Xingming’s expression changed drastically, filled with shock and terror. Without hesitation, he fled.
Yet no matter how fast he escaped, the palm remained locked onto him. The surrounding spacetime trembled, twisting and collapsing.
Grinding his teeth, Xingming summoned an ancient pass. Stars flickered within it, Dao runes condensed, and countless symbols of order filled the space, exuding an ancient aura.
The moment it appeared, brilliant light surged, stars shook, filling the entire spacetime to block the descending palm.
Crack…
The next instant, a crisp sound rang out. The palm struck the pass, shattering the stars within. Cracks spread rapidly.
Xingming’s face showed pain, but before he could even feel regret, the palm continued forward, striking him directly.
“Pfft—!”
He groaned in pain, sent flying through space. Blood mixed with fragments of organs sprayed out. His white robe was stained red, his face pale—he was gravely injured.
Only after striking him did the palm slowly dissipate, leaving behind overwhelming pressure.
“So powerful… Just a single palm across endless spacetime, yet it holds such terrifying force…”
Xingming gave a bitter smile, coughing up more blood, barely suppressing the taste.
He had not expected to end up so miserable.
Yet he held no resentment. After collecting the broken pass, he bowed towards the direction the palm came from.
“Many thanks, Alliance Leader, for your mercy.”
He knew that if Gu Changge truly intended to kill him, he would not merely be injured.
“Now it seems… the Emperor’s desperate choice back then might not have been wrong.”
With that thought, he departed.
At the same time, above the Corpse Forest, within the void—A vicious-looking man with a scar across his face frowned, staring below.
Beside him, a large black dog stood amidst mist, speaking human words, “That one who escaped into spacetime just now was likely State Preceptor Xingming of the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty—a terrifying figure who has survived eight Heavenly Decline Tribulations. He probably didn’t even notice us.”
“There was a fluctuation of frozen spacetime just now. He likely wanted to capture Jiang Weiyang, but suddenly an extremely terrifying aura appeared. He must have been scared off.”
“Seems this ordinary caravan hides extraordinary figures. But why didn’t they notice us?”
The man hesitated.
The black dog continued, “That likely wasn’t a true body, just a trace of aura. If it were real, we couldn’t have hidden. That red-dressed girl has an extraordinary background.”
“Once past the Corpse Forest, we’ll reach the Heaven-Defying Alliance’s territory. We won’t be able to track her further.”
The man sighed, “Even if we continue, it’s useless. Jiang Yun lets his daughter escape, yet also sends people to capture her… what’s his true intention?”
The black dog said nothing more, casting a deep glance at the red-dressed girl’s carriage before disappearing.
The caravan moved on. Night fell, the forest grew darker, mist thickened.
Beasts began to grow restless.
The caravan leader reassured everyone, “It’s fine—just some beasts.”
Inside the carriage, the red-dressed girl woke from cultivation.
Everything seemed calm—until—“Miss, are you resting?”
Jiang Weiyang arrived outside the carriage, wishing to speak.
“I don’t want to get involved in your matters,” the red-dressed girl replied coldly.
Jiang Weiyang apologized and offered a small gift.
“I won’t take it. Just ask your question,” the girl said.
After hesitation, Jiang Weiyang was invited inside.
The carriage interior resembled a cave abode—refined and serene.
Jiang Weiyang removed her veil, revealing her face marked by a dark birthmark.
The red-dressed girl wasn’t surprised and poured tea.
“This tea smells amazing… Even by my father’s side, I rarely encountered such fragrance. It clears the mind and stirs the Dao heart.”
The red-dressed girl smiled slightly, pleased. “Of course. I secretly took it from my master’s tea room—he loves drinking tea.”
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