Chapter 1476: Southern Domain Has a Friend Named You Shu, Blood Shadow Copper Coin Restrains the Greedy God

“Nan Yu?” Gou Wuyue murmured, his expression somewhat surprised.

“Yes, Nan Yu, just the two of us, wandering together.”

Just the two of us? Gou Wuyue raised an eyebrow.

“I know, it sounds quite ambiguous.”

“But don’t you think Ba Zun An and Wen Ting, You Lao and Si Ren Xian Sheng, have all become a beautiful story, a legend?”

“And you’re only one step away from becoming a legend—with me?”

Gou Wuyue fell into deep thought. He was pondering how to use his sword to cut away all the flamboyance from this showy old Daoist.

“You’re not a Gu Jian Xiu,” Gou Wuyue said.

“Very well, it seems if I were a Gu Jian Xiu, you’d be quite willing to create a beautiful story with me. And for your sake, I’ve actually been cultivating Gu Jian Shu…” Dao Qiong Cang went on endlessly.

“Shut up!”

“I’ve already cultivated innate sword intent.”

“Shut up!”

“You should know how difficult this is for a Tian Ji Shu Shi—you’re denying my sweat and effort…”

“Showy old Daoist, shut your mouth!”

Gou Wuyue couldn’t hold back any longer; veins bulged at his temple. Finally, he chose to skip the topic. “Why Nan Yu?”

“You should ask, why not Nan Yu?”

“The sinful lands of Nan Yu, rife with chaos and disorder, are the perfect soil for sealing gods and establishing one’s ancestry.”

“Even the Sheng Shen Dian Tang can’t extend its reach into Nan Yu… Do you know why?” Dao Qiong Cang said, calmly dropping a hint.

“Why?” Gou Wuyue’s curiosity was piqued.

“Because for over thirty years, I never thought about extending it. Otherwise, did you really think Nan Yu couldn’t be pacified?” Dao Qiong Cang said with composure.

Gou Wuyue was shocked. He looked at the man’s half-smiling expression and couldn’t tell if he was joking.

If not…

That would mean that when this guy took over the Sheng Shen Dian Tang, he had already planned his retreat?

Impossible!

Back then, he was young and arrogant.

Even Ba Zun An, Kui Lei Han, and the others were full of grand ambitions, cultivating against the heavens, acting against the heavens, seeking to exhaust all against-heaven pursuits!

Not to mention others—even he himself, after getting the position of white-clad executor and sovereign, took over ten years to calm down.

Later, realizing the path was shallow, he couldn’t extricate himself and had to cultivate in that deep pit, seeking new ways out.

How could Dao Qiong Cang be like this?

“If you’re thinking about Ba Zun An, who was crippled, Cao Yi Han, who was suppressed, Shen Yi, who is controlled by others, each set back thirty years…”

“If you’re thinking about yourself, I think only you can untie your own bonds.”

“If you’re doubting me, then I can tell you frankly…”

Dao Qiong Cang seemed to have mind-reading abilities, speaking calmly in the dead sea’s stillness:

“I, Dao Qiong Cang, will not fail. There will always be a way for me to retreat unscathed, whether it’s the me from thirty years ago or thirty years from now.”

Gou Wuyue fell silent. This person was too terrifying!

“I was a bit tempted…”

“But after I said that, you got scared?” Dao Qiong Cang interrupted. “Are you afraid of me? You cultivate the sword of desireless recklessness; you seek transcendence, and yet you fear me?”

“Don’t try to goad me.” Gou Wuyue found it amusing. He looked around at the dead sea, his emotions calming. “This place is very suitable for me…”

Dao Qiong Cang shook his head and said slowly: “Maybe I don’t understand what desireless recklessness means or how to achieve transcendence, but I understand rules and constraints better than you!”

He pointed upward: “You cultivate your sword on Gui Zhe Sheng Shan, using rules as your prison. If your sword succeeds, you transcend Gui Zhe Sheng Shan.”

He pointed downward at the dead sea: “You cultivate your sword here, using prohibitions as your prison. If your sword succeeds, you can surpass prohibitions, like seeing my Tian Ji world.”

He pointed south, his gaze following into the distance: “But if you cultivate your sword in Nan Yu, using the continent’s rules and human order as your prison…”

He left it at that. Dao Qiong Cang said no more.

Gou Wuyue’s eyes flickered slightly, and he pondered in silence.

After a long while, he looked deeply at Dao Qiong Cang, who was dressed in disheveled robes, and slowly shook his head.

Dao Qiong Cang made one final move, saying firmly: “If you follow me and use me as your prison, if your sword succeeds, you’ll reach the supreme heights!”

Gou Wuyue’s expression shifted.

He hadn’t even spoken or shown any emotion, yet Dao Qiong Cang could still read his mind?

Dao Qiong Cang leaned in closer, exuding an indescribable charm:

“Do you believe in the dead sea, or the world, or… me?”

With that, he turned and walked away, heading toward the exit of the dead sea, without a trace of reluctance or another word of persuasion.

On the Four Symbols Secret Realm, above the Black Water Stream.

“You said we were going to Nan Yu, just the two of us?”

Gou Wuyue had held it in all the way, but once they reached this place, he couldn’t anymore.

This was clearly not the path to Nan Yu! Dao Qiong Cang was obviously looking for more people!

“If you put it that way, doesn’t it make our relationship too ambiguous?” Dao Qiong Cang said, slightly repulsed, and stepped away from the person beside him.

“You said it yourself…” Gou Wuyue saw the expression on the other’s face and nearly lost control. After taking a deep breath, he rationally shut up.

“You know, what kind of relationship is the most stable?” Dao Qiong Cang chatted casually while searching for someone.

“A triangular relationship! Like a love triangle, a three-legged cauldron, the legend of the three mountains, and how they only remember ‘Kui Lei Han, Ba Zun An, the mysterious Dao Qiong Cang,’ but not the next line, which actually starts with your name, ‘Gou Wuyue.’”

“Then you know, what kind of situation is most conducive to development?”

“A situation where blades and swords ring out together! For example, when Sheng Shen Dian Tang and the Sheng Nu contend, both sides grow stronger. For instance, if there’s one blade and one sword, they would…”

“Shut up!” Gou Wuyue couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped on the black water, pointing at a gray-white Feng Shen coffin in front of him and a sealed “corpse.”

“Still, a Gu Jian Xiu has sharp eyes.” Dao Qiong Cang quickly moved aside, his mouth never stopping. “Too bad, no sword intent to match…”

Gou Wuyue felt his head spin. He was already regretting why he had come out. This journey was truly too annoying!

“How did you know there’s Wei Feng here?” Gou Wuyue pointed at the “corpse” and asked.

“Of course, it could only be left by me.” Dao Qiong Cang glanced strangely at the opposite side:

“These two failed their missions. If I sent them back to Sheng Shan, wouldn’t those fools chop off an arm each?”

“Bei Bei is fine…”

Dao Qiong Cang stepped on the Feng Shen coffin and looked toward Wei Feng:

“He’s like you, maybe even worse off.”

“Probably for the rest of his life, he won’t leave the dead sea. Even if I plead, it won’t work!”

Gou Wuyue was stunned. He suddenly remembered that the god-slayer Wei Feng had proven his dao through killing, causing rivers of blood, and was taken into the dead sea by Sheng Shen Dian Tang.

Later, it was Dao Qiong Cang who ordered him brought out of the mountains, allowing Wei Feng to be entrusted with important tasks again and become the sharpest blade of Sheng Shan.

Now, it seemed…

“Is this blade for yourself?” Gou Wuyue didn’t know what to make of it. A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets, but Dao Qiong Cang’s heart was deeper than the ocean floor.

“What else?”

Dao Qiong Cang smiled.

He was the one who brought the person in.

He was the one who left the favor.

Without him speaking up, Wei Feng would have stayed in the dead sea for life.

From the moment Wei Feng was brought out of the mountains and sealed as one of the Three Emperors, it was destined that he would be loyal only to him, not to Sheng Shen Dian Tang.

In the past, the three words “Dao Qiong Cang” were synonymous with Sheng Shen Dian Tang, the two as one.

Now that they were splitting, the assets naturally had to be divided.

All to his sister?

He, Dao Qiong Cang, wasn’t that generous.

He didn’t want the rest—just take a sword and a blade, both discarded ones. That wasn’t too much, right?

“Leave the coffin here; inside is Bei Bei.”

“Our Xuan Ji Dian master will notice something’s wrong later and come looking.”

“Hmm, let her experience what it’s like to cultivate for thirty years. Hopefully, her sword doesn’t shatter in the end.”

“As for Wei Feng…”

Dao Qiong Cang waved his hand casually:

“Wake him up and ask.”

“If he’s willing, he goes; if not, back to Sheng Shan.”

“I’m not planning to persuade him, because I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Dao Qiong Cang smiled and finished, waiting for a while. When Gou Wuyue didn’t move, he looked over.

Gou Wuyue turned his gaze and stared back.

The two locked eyes for a long time, as if sparks were flying in the void.

“Wake him up!” Dao Qiong Cang nodded toward him.

“Me?” Gou Wuyue pointed at himself.

“Who else?”

Gou Wuyue looked around and chuckled in exasperation. “What identity are you using to command me now?”

Dao Qiong Cang was stunned for a moment.

“Are you the Dao Dian master?” Gou Wuyue asked.

“No…”

“Am I the white-clad executor and sovereign?”

“No…”

“Are you a generation older than me?”

“Not really…”

“Have you ever beaten me?”

“Well, we haven’t fought…”

“Then let’s fight?”

“No need for that…”

“Then how are you commanding me?”

“Heh.”

Dao Qiong Cang laughed helplessly and bent down himself, slapping Wei Feng, who was right in front of him, hard across the face, as if he’d lost a round.

Soon, he looked up again, his gaze lingering between the gradually awakening Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue, and said meaningfully: “Now you see why we need a triangular dynamic, right?”

Gou Wuyue ignored him.

Wei Feng slowly woke up and saw Dao Qiong Cang and Gou Wuyue at first glance, almost thinking it was an illusion.

“Wei Feng Qian Bei…”

Gou Wuyue greeted him first.

This was no longer about rank or strength; it was pure respect for a senior.

Wei Feng nodded in response but hadn’t said much when his expression suddenly changed, his killing intent surging.

With a flip of his hand, he summoned one of the Ten Anomalous Weapons, the Yan Wang Yan, and slashed fiercely at Gou Wuyue.

“Die!”

Gou Wuyue felt a chill down his spine. As he retreated, a green Mo Jian emerged around him.

At the same time, the famous sword Nu Lan Zhi Yin clanged out of its sheath and into his hand, blocking in front of him.

The Qing He Jian Jie formed around them, about to converge into a sword flow and strike at the Yan Wang Yan and even Wei Feng.

“Whoa…”

The air rushed down, making Gou Wuyue’s clothes flutter wildly.

But the Yan Wang Yan stopped just in front of Nu Lan Zhi Yin, without any clash.

Gou Wuyue looked puzzled and quickly held back his actions; the Qing He Jian Jie stopped as well.

“Huh?” Wei Feng was surprised and quickly sheathed his blade, looking strangely at his own hand, as if wondering why he had lost control.

“Wei Feng Qian Bei, what was that about?” Gou Wuyue broke out in a cold sweat.

“I…” Wei Feng paused, still confused about why he had suddenly drawn his blade. “Sorry, maybe it was a reflexive reaction…”

Reflexive?

I didn’t even draw my sword.

And I had no hostility at all—what reflex?

Gou Wuyue didn’t dare to sheathe his sword, afraid Wei Feng might go berserk again.

Just then, from the corner of his eye, he caught Dao Qiong Cang’s slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You did that?”

No matter the situation, if something was odd, it was surely this showy old Daoist’s doing!

Surprisingly, Dao Qiong Cang didn’t deny it. He smiled and clapped his hands, and faint starlight dissipated from his fingertips.

Behind Wei Feng, imperceptible spirit threads also shattered.

“Nothing much, just testing a little trick I just learned. It’s quite useful…”

Gou Wuyue was startled.

What kind of technique could control Wei Feng’s body—even when he was just waking up and defenseless?

Dao Qiong Cang turned to Wei Feng without giving him a chance to ask, saying:

“Go to Nan Yu?”

The shift was too abrupt!

Wei Feng had just been processing the battle at the Dye Ming ruins passageway, including Xu Xiao Shou and Feng Yu Jin.

He hesitated for a moment but didn’t ask more and nodded:

“Sure.”

“Don’t agree so quickly. A lot has happened while you were asleep.” Dao Qiong Cang chuckled.

“Sure…”

“It’s big news!” Dao Qiong Cang’s tone grew serious. “I’m no longer the Dian master.”

Wei Feng was slightly stunned and glanced at Gou Wuyue.

He wasn’t stupid. Seeing that even this former white-clad executor and sovereign had been brought out of the dead sea by Dao Qiong Cang, he knew a lot must have happened recently.

But no matter how big the events, as long as Dao Qiong Cang was around, he didn’t need to think about the past or future.

This was the deep influence from serving as one of the Three Emperors on Gui Zhe Sheng Shan for many years.

He didn’t trust others, but he could always trust Dao Qiong Cang.

After all, his failure to intercept Xu Xiao Shou was a major issue, yet Dao Qiong Cang hadn’t mentioned it at all.

So, if there was an invitation, agreeing was enough.

What else mattered?

“Sure.”

When Wei Feng said “sure” for the third time without asking why, Gou Wuyue couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

This showy old Daoist was too terrifying.

After ruling Sheng Shan for over thirty years, openly and in secret, the marks he left were too deep.

His departure wasn’t just like losing a stone or a flower on Gui Zhe Sheng Shan—it was insignificant.

It could bring down half the sky of Sheng Shan!

“Going to Nan Yu, starting from zero?”

Gou Wuyue looked deeply at this scheming showy old Daoist and asked indirectly.

Wei Feng also turned his gaze; Nan Yu was an option he had never considered before.

But his roots weren’t in Sheng Shen Dian Tang anyway, so going anywhere was the same.

“Not from zero; we have one already.” Dao Qiong Cang shook his head.

“Oh? You have people in Nan Yu, or rather, arrangements already?” Gou Wuyue showed just the right amount of curiosity.

Dao Qiong Cang knew what he wanted to ask and smiled lightly, speaking openly: “I know a very capable young man. He started from nothing, has a clean background, no sins, and has already laid the foundation for us.”

“Who?” Gou Wuyue and Wei Feng asked in unison.

“You’ve never heard of him; saying it won’t help…”

“Who!”

“The secrets of heaven cannot be…”

“Dao kid! (Dao Qiong Cang!)”

“Uh, fine. His name is Nangong You Shu.”

Qing Yuan Mountain shattered.

The Three Saints were all sent flying.

The ghost beast Tan Shen seemed to understand how to seek advantage and avoid harm; its claws stepped into the void.

“Boom!”

It actually changed direction, darting into the spatial fragments and vanishing.

“Blood…”

“Flesh…”

“Hungry…”

Through the vague mental connection built by their long-term bond, the second true body read the longing in Tan Shen’s scarlet gaze at the last moment.

It wanted to devour blood and flesh!

It needed massive amounts of food!

It even had high standards for ingredients, having swallowed so many sacred medicines in the Apricot Realm…

In an instant, thousands of possibilities flashed through the second true body’s mind, quickly locking onto the only one.

“A place with vast amounts of spiritually rich ingredients, meaning a lot of high-tier blood and flesh, to delay the hunger…”

“Around here, there’s only one!”

“Yu Jing City!”

But…

Was that a place a ghost beast could go?

The second true body suddenly turned and looked at Ye Xiao Tian, who was still trying to fix his short legs, shouting:

“Dean, stop it! Bring it back!”

Ah, what bad luck! Xu Xiao Shou, you’re really troublesome!

Ye Xiao Tian was so angry that he threw his legs into his inner world on the spot. His body twisted, and under the bloody intestines, he twisted out the奥义 array.

“Spatial trans…”

But as soon as his power gathered halfway, wanting to forcibly pull Tan Shen out of the spatial fragments…

Whoosh, his thick saintly power vanished abruptly.

“It’s all been swallowed!”

Ye Xiao Tian shouted anxiously, “Xu Xiao Shou, what kind of monster did you release!”

What the hell is this ghost beast?

All his spiritual techniques were useless!

It could even ignore spatial奥义, forcibly turning it into energy to devour. If Ye Xiao Tian faced this monster, wouldn’t he just be left as a five-foot body to feed it?

“Let me try.”

Mei Si Ren could see this was urgent for Xu Xiao Shou. His sword image awakened, and Tai Cheng Jian used softness to overcome hardness, manifesting illusion sword techniques.

In the spatial fragments, plum blossoms fell, trying to make Tan Shen turn back.

But the monster opened its mouth and sucked.

Swoosh, all the sword intent and sword energy-formed plum blossoms were swallowed whole.

The illusion that had just begun to form vanished completely.

With the illusion sword technique broken, how could it, which couldn’t even bind a chicken, restrain the out-of-control Tan Shen?

“Heh…”

Tian Ren Wu Sui, already far away, shook his head and chuckled at the sight.

It could swallow even pure divine thoughts, so how could sword energy or spatial saintly power escape?

He knew how terrifying the devouring body was.

Why didn’t he want to fight, and on Void Island, he only detoured to swallow a night owl? For what?

Wasn’t it to avoid alarming Sheng Shen Dian Tang and exposing himself early?

Now, this out-of-control ghost beast wouldn’t know restraint at all; it was fully unleashing the devouring body’s functions.

With all that accumulated medicinal power in its body, and after emerging, it consecutively devoured divine punishment, spatial saintly power, and more…

Without the intent to kill it, even ten semi-saints couldn’t stop it and might even be counter-killed!

Just as he felt mocking, Tian Ren Wu Sui suddenly noticed Xu Xiao Shou had disappeared.

“Are you kidding me!”

Under the mask, Tian Ren Wu Sui’s pupils contracted, and his figure vanished instantly.

The out-of-control Xuanyue Huigong sacred beast Tan Shen—you, Xu Xiao Shou, no matter how strong, haven’t reached semi-saint level. Even if you transform into that extreme giant…

Without killing intent!

Are you trying to feed yourself to Tan Shen?

In the spatial fragments, Tan Shen was speeding through, heading toward that dense food source.

Suddenly, in its red eyes, a somewhat familiar figure appeared.

This made Tan Shen pause slightly.

“Stop!”

The second true body didn’t set up any defenses, afraid of backlash, and just raised a hand to stop Tan Shen.

In the Apricot Realm, Tan Shen had obeyed his commands and eaten Dao Qiong Cang.

This meant it still had reason and was controllable!

In the world, the only one who could make it stop might be him, who had fed it for so long!

The spatial fragments had no sound, only chaotic spatial blades and storms raging.

It paused for just a moment.

“Roar!!!”

Tan Shen roared with its mouth open, blasting the blood food in front of it out of the spatial fragments.

The following claw struck swiftly, so fast that even the second true body almost couldn’t react, already upon him.

“You fool!”

In the nick of time, a aura of decay gathered in front, forming Tian Ren Wu Sui’s figure.

He lightly palmed out, meeting Tan Shen’s violently swinging claw.

Whoosh…

The air spread out.

The long street’s sand and snow stirred slightly, and the shadows of the golden osmanthus trees along the road swayed.

There was no unusual sound; Tan Shen’s massive force seemed completely absorbed by Tian Ren Wu Sui.

One person and one beast, one small and one large, one palm and one claw.

Under the plaque at Yu Jing City’s south gate, they confronted each other for half a breath, without causing any destruction.

“This…”

Xu Xiao Shou’s second true body, held in Tian Ren Wu Sui’s arms, was momentarily stunned.

In the mutual clash of devouring bodies, did they cancel each other out, resulting in zero damage?

Just then, Tan Shen lifted its gaze, its scarlet eyes fixed on Yu Jing City, this perfect city of blood food. The spatial fluctuations under its feet shifted.

“Ah?”

Ye Xiao Tian, who had rushed over, was dumbfounded. “How can it use spatial teleportation?”

Before anyone could react, and before Tan Shen could complete its teleportation to enter this free feasting ground…

“Woo!”

From the nine heavens above, a chorus of countless ghost beast howls suddenly echoed, merging into a sky-covering cloud.

A massive blood shadow copper coin was thrown from the distant sky, solid on the outside and hollow inside, round outside and square inside, like a hoop. It expanded to encircle the huge ghost beast Tan Shen, then shrank to tightly bind it.

“Roar!!”

Tan Shen flailed its four claws and whipped its nine tails, struggling desperately.

Killing intent soared as a red figure descended—it was an old man with white hair.

He stepped on the frenzied ghost beast’s head, manipulating the massive blood shadow copper coin with both hands. His gaze swept downward:

“As expected, it’s the sacred beast of Xuanyue Huigong, indeed the devouring body…”

“Yu Lao’s saint body is awaiting liberation, Zhong Lao is holding the line; contact the Xuan Ji Dian master…”

“Assemble the red garments to form an array; keep your distance, don’t approach, and draw power from the Kyoto great array to aid me.”

After saying this, the old red garment surveyed the surroundings, looking at this group of unfamiliar, well-intentioned but clumsy ghost beast captors, and said gravely:

“This place is extremely dangerous; unrelated persons, evacuate immediately.”

“This ghost beast, leave it to me!”