Chapter 1501: Sacred Spirits and Sacred Slaves Gather in One Hall, Discussing Winds and Waves on the Sinful Soil

Chapter 1485: Sheng Shen and Sheng Nu Gather, Discussing the Storms on the Sinful Soil

Entering the Fu Gui Ke Zhan, the flamboyant Dao Qiong Cang finished entertaining the crowd and, amid the cheers, turned his gaze toward the black-robed youth by the wall.

He rolled up his sleeves and sat down at the square table opposite.

To be fair, this seating gave off a certain flair quite different from the "Nan Yu Slouch."

Dao Qiong Cang was just too upright!

Sitting by the window, with the golden glow of the setting sun spilling in, the entire Fu Gui Ke Zhan seemed to brighten a bit.

Whispers immediately started at the door:

"I'm impressed, this pretty boy is top-tier handsome—it's like I've finally understood what 'peng bi sheng hui' means."

"Damn, a cultured guy? You even know a word like 'peng bi sheng hui'?"

"What do you think? You uncultured fool."

"Hell! Tell me straight, what does 'a zha po cai' mean?!"

"It means to bring good fortune."

"Oh, got it... Hehe, thanks, bro—I'll borrow your luck for some salt, haha!"

At the table by the window.

Unlike the playful banter filling the room, Lei Shuang Xing's vigilance was at its peak.

He never imagined that in a filthy place like Nan Yu, he would run into these three champions of light and justice!

His spiritual sense swept over Gou Wu Yue and Wei Feng one by one, finally settling on the table in front of him.

Lei Shuang Xing spoke gravely:

"Dao Qiong Cang!"

Dao Qiong Cang shook his head with a chuckle, making even the sunset lose its luster, and responded heavily:

"Lei Shuang Xing!"

Outside the door, someone suddenly burst out laughing with a "pfft," covering their mouth and whispering mockery, their toes practically digging into the ground:

"I can't take it—they're so serious exchanging names, it's like watching acquaintances act in a play, so awkward."

"Me too..."

"Shut up, maybe they're from a theater troupe—just watch."

"Hahaha, yeah."

But the two at the table remained unfazed.

Dao Qiong Cang was exceptionally good at enduring awkwardness and solitude, so Lei Shuang Xing spoke first:

"What do you mean?"

This question suddenly reminded everyone of what had happened earlier, clearly picking up from that single "no," refuting the old shopkeeper's personal "reasonable speculation."

Dao Qiong Cang spread his hands: "Nothing much, I did a divination for you. You shouldn't be in Nan Yu right now—Yu Jing Cheng would suit you better."

"Don't call yourself 'ben dian' anymore—you're not the Dao Dianzhu now!" someone outside pointed out the mistake.

Dao Qiong Cang said "oh" and turned back with a wave and a smile: "You're right, brother. From now on, I should use 'ben sheng'."

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan erupted in laughter again.

Lei Shuang Xing couldn't laugh; he stuck to his question: "What do you mean?"

"The general idea is that the old shopkeeper's speculation is indeed reasonable. I think the same way—about the Lei family's massacre, who knows, decades from now, Lord Shou might actually uncover it for you. Miss it, and you'll miss the show." Dao Qiong Cang's tone was casual.

"Isn't that right, Dao Qiong Cang? You're Xuan Ji Dianzhu's brother—whose side are you on?" Someone outside was displeased; this stance didn't make sense for the act.

"Yeah, Sheng Nu and Sheng Shen Dian Tang are enemies—how can you sit here chatting? Hurry up and fight!"

"Good point, fight!"

The crowd started jeering, but Wei Feng couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the Yan Wang Banquet onto the ground and shouted:

"Shut up!"

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan fell silent.

"That guy has some edge..."

"Don't mess with him—he really kills people."

Dao Qiong Cang, however, could still turn back and joke:

"You ask, even though I've been betrayed and am no longer the Sheng Shen Dian Tang Dianzhu, why should I still hold a grudge against Sheng Nu?"

"What if I cooperate with them, storm Sheng Shan together, and reclaim my position? Wouldn't that be more logical?"

In the shadows, Gou Wu Yue held his forehead and closed his eyes heavily.

He regretted coming along once again...

"That makes some sense."

"Good brother, you get Dao Qiong Cang's mindset—keep acting! Act well, and I'll reward you handsomely!"

Dao Qiong Cang raised his voice at once: "Then I'll thank you in advance, sir."

"Hahaha, reward!" Someone outside tossed over a bag of Ling Jing.

Lei Shuang Xing could hardly believe what was happening in the inn.

Dao Qiong Cang actually bent down, picked up the bag of Ling Jing, sat back in his chair, and poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

"You guys..."

He was momentarily speechless, choking a bit before continuing: "How did you find me, in this place?"

"Want to say it was just passing by or a coincidence? Believe that?"

Dao Qiong Cang drained his cup in one go, set it down, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "Meeting is fate. I'll do a divination for you, give Lord Shou some face—it's all reasonable."

"Lord Shou?" Someone outside asked in surprise.

"Of course!" Dao Qiong Cang cupped his fists toward the direction of Zhong Yu Sheng Shan and said with great emotion:

"They said I freed the ghost beast Tan Shen—Xu Xiao Shou must be suffering terribly now!"

"I'm a very cautious person... So, afraid that Lord Shou might bring the Sheng Nu crowd to hunt me down, once I divined there was an opportunity here, I hurried over to build some good karma."

"Better late than never!"

His delivery was spot-on.

The people inside and outside the door formed a circle, completely immersed in the story, feeling as if they were in distant Yu Jing Cheng, and the Dao Qiong Cang before them seemed real, not an act.

"Your theater troupe is impressive—what's it called? I'll come support you sometime." Someone shouted.

Dao Qiong Cang quickly stood up, cupped his fists, and bowed: "We're from Tianji Shenjiao."

Wei Feng turned away at the sight.

Gou Wu Yue buried his head deeper into the darkness, too embarrassed to show his face.

"Tianji Shenjiao?"

Not just the inn patrons, even Lei Shuang Xing suddenly lifted his hat, showing some reaction.

"Lord Shou once fought me at Qing Yuan Shan—he was a bit lacking, but he said something right..." Dao Qiong Cang paused, flung his long sleeves, and transformed into a performer, singing:

"Xue rou ku ruo, Tianji fei sheng"

The people outside shuddered at the voice: "Damn, that's awful."

"You mean it for real?"

Lei Shuang Xing could no longer stay calm and stood up.

If Dao Qiong Cang wasn't here for the great dao conflict, he might truly be here to build good karma.

"Don't believe me?" Dao Qiong Cang dropped the performance, turned toward Gou Wu Yue, and started pinching his fingers.

Snap, snap, snap!

His fingertips moved swiftly, conjuring brilliant golden light.

Finally, he pointed distantly, and the golden light shot toward Zhong Yu Yu Jing Cheng.

"I'll do another divination for you—you really shouldn't be in Nan Yu, whether it's for the Seven Sword Immortals or some other task."

"At this moment, you should head to Zhong Yu and hurry without stopping."

"Otherwise..." Dao Qiong Cang paused, drawing everyone's curiosity, then laughed:

"Tianji, cannot be revealed."

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan exploded again.

"Damn! I can't hold back!"

"You've really got into character? 'Tianji, tianji'—spit out what comes after 'otherwise,' and I'll reward you!"

Dao Qiong Cang shook his head repeatedly, not bending for five dou of Ling Jing: "I said tianji cannot be revealed, so it can't."

The crowd rolled up their sleeves.

Dao Qiong Cang quickly backtracked: "But if you all join Tianji Shenjiao, I can leak a bit of tianji... Sealing gods and becoming ancestors is just around the corner."

The crowd was amused and annoyed.

"Preacher!"

"So that's it—you're here to proselytize. Damn, Tianji Shenjiao has been quite flashy lately—recruiting like this?"

"You know what? This Dao Qiong Cang has got something. That was the real 'pinching fingers for divination,' right?"

"A disciple of Shu Jin Men?"

"Don't know, don't know. 'Xue rou ku ruo, Tianji fei sheng'—it's intriguing..." Someone seemed tempted.

"Hell! Don't think I can't spot you're an actor too—get lost!"

"Ouch..."

Chaos erupted at the door.

Lei Shuang Xing's spiritual sense swept over the two Sheng Yi Jian Xian again, falling into deep thought.

Dao Qiong Cang wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles just to mock him...

But!

"But you're here for a reason, right? Waiting for someone, Ba Zun An?" Dao Qiong Cang suddenly spoke.

Lei Shuang Xing jolted as if awakened—mind reading?

He even grabbed his Shen Zhang, ready to strike.

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan trembled in shock, sword intent sweeping through everyone's robes and slamming the doors and windows open.

Suddenly, from the darkness, Gou Wu Yue stood up. That rising chill flowed like water waves, then vanished without a trace.

"Hmm?" The inn patrons didn't quite get it, only feeling that some danger had just been erased.

"What the hell?"

"A weird feeling..."

"Yeah! They've got some real skills—the two ancient sword cultivators..."

"No!" Someone suddenly exclaimed, "This Lei Shuang Xing—isn't he the real deal?"

This shout seemed to awaken some overlooked thoughts in people's minds. Then, from afar, an excited voice boomed:

"They're here! It's a theater troupe!"

"Ba Zun An is here, and the storyteller too—these two have been really active lately, touring everywhere, even here!"

The crowd in the Fu Gui Ke Zhan parted like waves.

Dao Qiong Cang, Wei Feng, and Gou Wu Yue turned to look, while Lei Shuang Xing adjusted his hat and fixed his gaze on the door.

"Buzz!"

The Shen Zhang vibrated intensely.

The Nu Lan Zhi Sheng hummed even louder.

The special effects were spot-on; everyone was marveling when, from the parting crowd ahead, a laugh echoed:

"You flashy old Daoist, thirty years as Dianzhu must have sealed you away. Now that you're free, you've entered your prime?"

"From thirty li away, I can smell that sleazy aura on you—it's more distinctive than your innate sword intent!"

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

As the vivid Ba Zun An and the lifelike storyteller entered the inn, everyone was stunned.

Lei Shuang Xing lowered his head slightly, his Shen Zhang hidden away.

Dao Qiong Cang's eyes flickered with a smile, silently waiting for the distant guests.

The one-armed Gou Wu Yue gripped the Nu Lan Zhi Sheng—turns out he portrayed it best, his expression a mix of surprise, reluctance, joy, and contemplation...

He brought to life the image of a former friend, now on a different path, who had lost an arm in the great dao conflict yet remained connected by the gift of a sword.

The entire inn crowd applauded in admiration!

"So that's how you proselytize?"

"Good, good, Tianji Shenjiao... I'll remember that name—you've got real talent."

Ba Zun An strode into the inn.

In front of Dao Qiong Cang, he showed none of his previous sickly demeanor.

He nodded with a smile to this mortal enemy, then turned to Lei Shuang Xing and tossed him a jade talisman:

"Set aside the rest for now."

"Contact Xuan Wu Ji first, then go to Zhong Yu—no need for the cross-domain array. Remember to pick up the pace."

"Dao Qiong Cang is right—Yu Jing Cheng needs you now."

Lei Shuang Xing caught the jade talisman, still seeming incredulous.

But if Ba Zun An said it, even if he didn't believe, he had to accept that Dao Qiong Cang was genuinely helping him... It felt like a dream.

"Farewell."

Thinking of the events in Yu Jing Cheng possibly related to his sister, Lei Shuang Xing vanished in a flash.

"That was too quick?"

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan was surrounded in layers.

Lei Shuang Xing's departure didn't matter—the ones left were the heavy hitters.

Gou Wu Yue, Dao Qiong Cang, Ba Zun An—counting carefully, three of the Ten Zun were seated here.

Plus the renowned storyteller and the Three Emperors' Wei Feng.

No one knew where this play would lead, but one thing was certain...

"Tianji Shenjiao is impressive!"

Ba Zun An watched Lei Shuang Xing leave before turning back.

Dao Qiong Cang met his gaze, facing this old friend directly.

The battle of the Ten Zun felt like yesterday...

The Void Island incident was still vivid...

The bloody winds, overt and covert, had never ceased over the years.

The former highest leader of Sheng Shen Dian Tang met the dominant figure of the dark forces, Sheng Nu Prime Seat, for the first time outside the battlefield.

Behind each stood the somewhat resentful gazes of the storyteller and Gou Wu Yue.

Wei Feng glanced around, knowing it wasn't his turn, and sat down first.

In this small Fu Gui Ke Zhan, under the intersecting gazes, it seemed to brew floods that could swallow the five domains.

Just as everyone thought a fight was imminent...

The group in the center actually smiled at each other.

"Sit!" Dao Qiong Cang pointed to the tea table where Wei Feng sat—there were still a few empty seats.

"No, no, Dao Dianzhu, you first." Ba Zun An gestured as well.

"No, no, I'm the former Dianzhu, and you're still the Sheng Nu Prime Seat." Dao Qiong Cang forced a bitter smile.

"Oh? Is that so? Then..." Ba Zun An turned to Gou Wu Yue, "Wu Yue Jian Xian should sit first!"

Gou Wu Yue's mouth twitched; he couldn't stand their hypocrisy anymore. He glanced at the storyteller and said solemnly:

"After Fen Qin, there's the tea house—from Zhong Yu to Dong Yu, from Qing Long Jun to Ba Gong Li..."

"I never thought I'd finally see you in Nan Yu."

The storyteller, Ning Hong Hong, covered her mouth and laughed lightly, swaying her waist as she sat second, smiling charmingly:

"Brother Wu Yue isn't the white-clad master of the dao anymore—don't drag me to Gui Zhe Sheng Shan and feed me to the wolves and tigers; I'm terrified."

She paused, her gaze sweeping to Gou Wu Yue's missing arm, exclaiming: "Oh! What happened? A fine Jian Xian, how did you lose an arm?"

"Damn it!" Wei Feng couldn't take it, slamming the table and standing up: "Can you all just talk normally?"

The storyteller's eyes swept over, her long legs nearly reaching Wei Feng's chest, looking around dismissively:

"Huh? Is someone speaking? I don't see anyone."

Wei Feng's killing intent surged; he drew the Yan Wang Banquet, ready to strike.

Dao Qiong Cang quickly reached out to stop him: "It's all in the past. We're fated to gather here today—let's forget the old grudges and talk about the future, okay?"

"Oh? The loyal dog of Sheng Shen Dian Tang is finally falling to the dark side?" The storyteller smiled sweetly.

"Insolent!" Wei Feng glared coldly, tightening his grip on the knife.

"Good knife." Ba Zun An glanced sideways, and with a hum, the Yan Wang Banquet trembled violently, silver-white sword thoughts emerging on it.

"Sword to sword, knife to knife—if the sword is sealed here, do you want to break your cultivation?" Gou Wu Yue stared intently, and the Nu Lan Zhi Sheng rang out of its sheath.

"Heh, my sword." Ba Zun An looked back, and the demon sword quivered, as if about to fly over.

"No, it's my sword!" Gou Wu Yue's sword intent soared, the Nu Lan Zhi Sheng glowing with azure light, overwhelming the silver-white sword thoughts.

"A breakthrough?" Ba Zun An's eyes lit up, giving Gou Wu Yue an extra look: "Hua Chang Deng stimulated you?"

"Not just me—you're probably itching to act too, right?"

"No, no..."

"Ba Zun An, I've heard so much about you—today, I'll test you for Yan Lao!"

"Why is this short brother so hot-tempered?"

"You've gone too far! Speak properly for me!"

"What if I don't?"

"Then die—"

The Fu Gui Ke Zhan erupted with killing intent.

Suddenly, sword thoughts exploded, spreading everywhere.

Countless azure swords flew out, forming the Qing He Jian Jie.

But it all compressed and condensed in an instant, sealed into the Yin Yang Sheng Si Bu...

The people outside were dumbfounded.

"Hell... It's all real?!"

Dao Qiong Cang couldn't tolerate the chaos any longer; his Sheng Li burst forth, shattering the entire Fu Gui Ke Zhan:

"Enough!"

"We're here to discuss cooperation!"

"Give me some face!"

"Ba Zun An, give me some face too!"

Before Ba Zun An could speak, Dao Qiong Cang finished and broke character himself, tsking as he reflected:

"Oh, so that's what it feels like to say that?"

Thank you to the big boss yckwan1 for the 10,000 reward to Yu Zhi Wen! Little Fish is in a period of difficult struggle and can't speak, but I'll add more updates to advance the plot rhythm.