302: Chapter 300: Fate is Decided 302: Chapter 300: Fate is Decided Wu Bu, overlooked by the ghost, couldn’t help but show a look of annoyance.
Despite his young and reckless nature and being deeply favored by the Sect Master, he had adhered to the righteous rules during his many years of cultivation and always looked down upon these sinister and deceitful paths.
He couldn’t help but snort coldly, “Just because you are a ghost spirit favored by the Young Master doesn’t an you are anything special.
What are you so proud of?
I am nothing like your ghostly kind, and in the future, I am to beco a man of the Thirteen Swords, destined to live under the light of righteousness.
A sin-bearing ghost like you isn’t even worthy to talk to .”
Hongying turned half her face toward him, the black veil lifted by the wind revealing a deathly pale chin and lips.
Her high, spirited nose was wrapped layer upon layer with a blindfold, a palm’s width across, almost covering half her face.
She bent her bleak lips into a smile, “Little boy, you were the one who started talking to ; I never intended to bother with you.
Why are you making a fuss now?
Do you also behave this unreasonably in front of your Sect Master?”
“You—”
“And…” Hongying coolly smiled, “Wanting to beco one of the Thirteen Swords isn’t just about talking.
At least, from what I know of the Thirteen Swords, none of them rely solely on the Divine Spear granted by the Sect Master to show off.
If you lose that spear in your hand, do you really think you could withstand even a single glance from Ghost?”
Wu Bu was furious, “I’m only twenty this year, and I haven’t even trained for more than a decade!”
Ghost had lived for three thousand years.
Hongying concealed her smile and coldly said, “Miss Fang tonight is barely sixteen, yet she alone can stand against Ghost without shrinking back.
Just in terms of ntality, you are inferior to her.”
Wu Bu’s face turned red and white, unable to utter a word.
Towering buildings and swaying jade trees.
The green Yin Fire illuminated the sleepless Immortal City; the silent, desolate mansion seed to burn under the night sky.
Overlookers from various regions in the city watched Bone Mountain with differing expressions.
Atop the Immortal Mausoleum Platform, the Empress, slightly drunk, lay on the cold stone and slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes, dark as deep ink, had lost the warm halo of a spring rain on a path and her gaze toward the west flickered with an inexplicably cold light.
The Seal Keeper, who had been deeply engrossed in writing sothing, also raised her head, her gaze flickering slightly as she spoke in a chilly tone, “Feng Qing is really too restless, daring to play such deceitful tricks right under Her Majesty’s watch.”
The Empress swayed the wine cup in her hand and said indifferently, “That old fellow from Taiyin is really good at hiding his eyes.”
Qing Xuan sounded sowhat angry, “The Ghost Tears Pearl, a divine object from the underworld ant to blur the distinction between Yin and Yang, and yet Feng Qing dares to deceive the Empress with its power.
Over three thousand years, he has managed to gather a mountain of bones—his audacity is indeed great!”
The unusual look in the Empress’s eyes swiftly disappeared, and she casually raised her eyebrows, noncommittally.
After a mont of silence, Qing Xuan put down the pen she was holding and spoke solemnly, “Even if Feng Qing is the ghost guarding the Bronze Gate, he must not be kept any longer.”
The Empress looked down at the city below, quiet for a long ti, before she slowly let out a sigh, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes concealing an impenetrable deep shadow.
“Must not be kept, then let him not be kept.”
Qing Xuan was sowhat surprised and taken aback.
While Ghost’s deeds were undoubtedly heinous, he still held significant value to the Empress.
She disliked Ghost’s cruel and murderous nature, and naturally, her eyes could not tolerate him.
Yet, she never thought the Empress would actually dispose of such a useful ‘ghost chess piece’ so easily.
Since the Empress stated he must not be kept, then naturally, Ghost’s fate was sealed.
Qing Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, yet saw the Empress take a lazy sip of the cold wine before lying back down, showing not the slightest intent to act.
She hesitated for a while, unable to fathom the Empress’s intentions, and then softly called out, “Your Majesty, does Qing Xuan need to take action?”
She saw the Empress languidly wave her hand, “A trivial thing not worth ntioning, why bother with such trivialities?
Surely so clever and sensible child will clean it up neatly.
Qing Xuan, you’re getting on in years, try to stir up less trouble.”
Qing Xuan felt depressed for a mont about being ‘getting on in years’ and was left speechless.
If Ghost was such a trivial being, how had he been able to roam the Mortal World for three thousand years, killing at will, causing countless generations of talented cultivators to heed his na with dread.
Now the city was filled with just so younger generations; Empress, how could you have such confidence in them, thinking they could take down such a monstrous ghost?
Although she served in Kunlun Pure Ruins and disliked handling worldly matters, seeing the Empress so carefree she couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for those young ones in the city.
She took out a Star Plate {}, and with a skeptical heart, she diligently calculated.
After the calculation, her expression was genuinely stunned, quite surprised.
The western Ghost, his fate was sealed.
Truly utterly lifeless, ghost spirit extinguished, Yin vanished and Yang arose.
Ghost must perish!
How could she calculate such an absurd conclusion.
Qing Xuan had always been confident in her divination skills, and naturally, there couldn’t be any mistake.
Her expression complex for a long ti, she then said, “If Feng Qing perishes, who could take over the keys to the Bronze Gate for Your Majesty?”
The Empress lightly laughed, “The little paper ball that ca from Central Netherworld, that child by his side isn’t bad.”
Qing Xuan was stunned, then smiled wryly, “Really don’t know whether this is fate or a karmic disaster.”
The Empress just laughed and said no more.
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As the Ghost Tears Pearl finally erged from so unknown place deep in the earth, no one was more excited than Ying Xiu, who was also completely determined to take Ghost as a new Heroic Spirit.
After all, in the face of the Taiyin Emperor’s divine pearl, Ghost was naturally nothing significant.
Ying Xiu’s figure shifted, and black qi transford into countless black crow feathers, intending to sweep toward that giant skeleton.
Ghost’s gaze was playful; the early awakening of the Ghost Tears Pearl did not catch him unprepared, as if the sudden disturbance was completely under his control.
With a tap of his bony fingers on the ghost drum, in an instant, the drum sound resembled the somber call of a deep-sea leviathan.
A massive drum shadow erged like a tomb in the world, booming down, suppressing the thousands of black feathers.
In the space, an explosive blast echoed.
The ground shook, the black feathers scattered tumultuously, and the drum shadow harbored a terrifying murderous intent.
Ying Xiu, having no choice, revealed his true form and, under the shadow of the drum, rushed backward with lightning speed, his red robe drawing a long shadow in the night.
Ghost comfortably sat upon the giant ghost drum, idly playing with a human-skin drum in his hand, looking over with a grim gaze.
Seeing Ghost Sword’s face, continuously bleeding but indifferent, his lips curled into a cool smirk, “You sought trouble with , and now you’re the one in a hurry to leave—the world doesn’t work that easily.”
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