Chapter 1687: Singing and Dancing Clown Sits Before the Mirror, Puppeteer Controls Strings to Awaken All Beings

"Beibei, do you know what you're saying?"

"Hurry up and retreat!"

The Ji Jichen Shi anxiously whispered, unable to understand why Beibei dared to say such a thing.

Many Semi-Saints on the square were also terrified, casting surprised glances.

A mere White-Clothed Dao Master, publicly scolding the Cang Sheng Da Di's... pet dog?

If you were Gou Wuyue, at least you'd be peers, and it would make sense.

But you've only just taken office, and you're just a little girl, how dare you?

Everyone knew Beibei was dissatisfied with Cang Sheng Da Di; after all, he had made her squat and stand up like a dog puppet in front of the Five Domains, completely losing face.

But later, everyone also knew that Xu Xiaoshou was causing trouble behind the scenes.

It was thought that the situation had been reversed, but no one expected Beibei to bring up old scores at such a sensitive time and choose to erupt.

"Cang Sheng Da Di, please calm your anger!"

Before the saints could react, and before Cang Sheng Da Di showed any sign of anger, the Semi-Saint Qin Duan, seeing the unfavorable situation, quickly stepped forward to speak for Beibei:

"Beibei is just a little girl, just temporarily confused. There's no need for Cang Sheng Da Di to quarrel with her."

"In my opinion..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by a sneer: "What a boot-licking old dog!"

Who was speaking?

Qin Duan was furious and turned to look.

He saw everyone staring in astonishment in the direction of Bei... Beibei still speaking?

Qin Duan was stunned, his mind muddled.

Just now, he seemed to be speaking up for her, right?

But Beibei pointed her Emperor Sword, pointing it at Qin Duan, and shouted:

"According to your old dog's nature, you should either keep quiet now, or say something sarcastic, not speak well of me."

"If you were truly so kind, why didn't you speak for the innocent Feng family, or for Feng Zhongzui?"

"Is it because he's unknown that you look down on him?"

"Instead, because I, Beibei, am surnamed Bei, every fart I let out is fragrant, and if I say one wrong word, you, Qin Duan, rush forward to cover for me?"

"But did I say anything wrong?" Beibei squinted her eyes and mouth, full of disdain, "The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are."

"You!"

Qin Duan almost choked with anger and spat out old blood.

His hand pointed from afar, but he couldn't utter a word, only trembling uncontrollably.

"You what you!"

"How dare you insult our Bei family even half a word?"

"How dare you point your finger at me? You've gone against the heavens!"

Beibei stomped her small foot, and shouted at the old Semi-Saint: "Put your finger down, young lady!"

Qin Duan flinched in fear, instinctively lowering his hand, even hiding his entire arm behind his waist, appearing extremely constrained.

"As expected, an old dog. A single word from a small Sword Immortal like me can startle an old Semi-Saint like you."

"Did you become a Saint on a dog, with no backbone whatsoever, even worse than Jiang Buyi?"

Beibei's mouth became very gossipy, rolling her eyes, sneering and mumbling.

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach the ears of the Saints on the Sacred Mountain and be heard by the Five Domains' observers through the Transmission Mirror.

The hall was dead silent.

Not only did the people on the Sacred Mountain not expect Beibei's sudden "rebellion," but the observers from the Five Domains also found this matter incredibly strange.

"What play is this?"

"Has Beijian Xian been swayed by Lord Shou's charm? Has she defected?"

"Could she be controlled...?"

"Are you stupid? Lord Shou on the Sacred Mountain was shattered by an arrow. Do you mean Lord Shou in the Southern Domain controlled Beibei from afar?"

"Don't you all think Beijian Xian is weak? He cultivates the Myriad Sword Arts, his spirit is very strong. He's only weaker than Cang Sheng Da Ren and Lord Shou on the Sacred Mountain. As for others, it's really not certain if anyone can withstand Emperor Sword Heaven's Severance."

"But no matter what, Qin Duan, as the old patriarch of the Qin family of Xianyi, after being scolded like this by Beibei, he truly didn't dare to even fart. Isn't this sainthood too suffocating?"

"Look at his face, it's turned purple!"

Feng Zhongzui, at the edge of the battlefield, dared not say a word, only silently magnified Qin Duan's face.

It must be said that at this moment, Qin Duan, to an outsider, looked as if he had been possessed by a ghost beast and was about to mutate.

After Beibei finished scolding, his face turned purplish-red, and he didn't know where to hide his old face.

His whole body trembled like a sieve, his Saint power wanted to surge but dared not, his anger wanted to erupt but dared not. He was a contradictory entity, utterly mortified.

The square was quiet for more than ten breaths.

The Semi-Saint Qin Duan remained silent for more than ten breaths.

The whole world was cringing for him, embarrassed for him.

On him, the world could no longer see any trace of a Semi-Saint's dignity, but as if he was afraid of death or something, Qin Duan endured without uttering a sound, as if his tongue had been cut off.

Finally, Qiu Gu couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he understood the principle of lips and teeth.

"Beijian Xian..."

But as soon as he spoke, Qiu Gu paused, then came back to his senses.

Damn it, what does this have to do with lips and teeth? Why did I even step out? Am I sick?

"And you, you turtle bastard, I don't even want to talk about you!"

Sure enough, Beibei's target immediately shifted, and she started scolding him.

Perhaps it was because she had been played by Ai Cang Sheng before, or perhaps because she had been confined by Xu Xiaoshou for too long, she was now a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark:

"You've cultivated to Semi-Saint, and all you've cultivated is this ability to mediate?"

"Was your innate Golden Body Saint Bone meant for you to become a shrinking turtle at critical moments, and be content with just blocking an arrow from Ai Gou?"

"Is this a Semi-Saint?"

Beibei pointed her Emperor Sword, and Semi-Saint Qiu Gu almost shrunk his head into his chest.

He wanted to retort, but he didn't know what kind of temper this girl was in, and when he thought of her surname Bei...

Hiss! He really couldn't afford to provoke her!

"Is this a Semi-Saint?"

Beibei didn't let up. She pointed her Emperor Sword back at Qin Duan, who still dared not respond, silent as a cicada in winter.

"Everyone standing here, one by one, do you even deserve to be called Semi-Saints?"

Beibei's Emperor Sword swept across all the Saints present, including Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi, and Ji Jichen Shi.

Except for Ai Cang Sheng and Xi, everyone bowed their heads.

Everyone found it strange, wanting to ponder the details, yet feeling there was no need to ponder. Beibei's scolding was entirely deserved.

She was just speaking her mind...

Ai Cang Sheng grasped his bow, then released it. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, then his expression quickly returned to calm.

In the eyes of the people of the Five Domains, this meant that even Cang Sheng Da Di had nothing to say and didn't want to offend Beibei!

Thus, Beibei's momentum became even more unrestrained. She turned her head, aimed at the Transmission Mirror, and angrily said:

"Before, I didn't know what Xu Xiaoshou was being arrogant about, or what the Saint Slaves and the Heaven's First Tower were rebelling against."

"Today, standing behind him, I finally understand completely."

After a pause, she pointed her Emperor Sword behind her, her small face flushed, and her roar was deafening:

"The backbone of Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain was severed by You Tu's sword more than thirty years ago!"

"The confidence of Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain was ruined by Dao Qiong Cang over thirty years!"

"Now, the only one still standing here is the seated Ai Cang Sheng. All the seemingly standing Saints are nothing but kneeling slaves!"

Oh my heavens...

Feng Zhongzui was so scared that his Transmission Mirror trembled, and the hairs on his forearms stood on end.

Everyone in the Five Domains felt a chill in their hearts, unable to believe that Beijian Xian's sudden outburst could lead to such words.

She, she was possessed?

But it wasn't over yet!

After scolding the entire Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain, Beibei also pointed her spear at the Five Domains, directly at all the cultivators who were looking at her at this moment, delivering a thunderous blow:

"All cultivators on the continent cultivate until they die just to become Semi-Saints. Then, those with temperaments roll off to self-imprisonment in a corner, and those without temperaments come and be dogs for my Bei family!"

"The end of a cultivation student is the Sacred Palace, the end of a Dao cultivation student is the Dead Sea. What's the difference between the Sacred Palace and the Dead Sea?"

"No difference! One produces glamorous trash, the other holds failed trash. Both are trash, what's the difference?"

"And you!"

She pointed at the mirror, sneering:

"You start from the Tenth Stage of cultivation: Innate, Master, Throne, Semi-Saint..."

"You don't even know the realm of the Tenth Stage Saint Emperor. All your efforts, all your sweat, you break your heads just to become glamorous trash!"

"And if you fail, those who can enter the Dead Sea become failed trash. If you can't even enter the Dead Sea, you can only become unsuccessful trash!"

Beibei sneered repeatedly, spewing "fragrant words" across the entire hall.

Finally, she held her sword, gently raised it, looked into the distance, and said:

"None are higher than the Ten Thrones, none are stronger than the Eight Zun'an... They are still crippled, with broken fingers, and severed arms, lamenting themselves. How can we transcend?"

"Since we cannot transcend, why were we born?"

"Why cultivate Dao?"

Beibei frowned, lowered her head, thought deeply, and then said:

"Perhaps, it's to become a Saint Slave."

The hearts of the people of the Five Domains were heavy.

Just then, Beibei suddenly looked up, smiled brightly, revealing two small canine teeth:

"Of course, I'm not. Only you trash are."

"Because my surname is Bei, the Bei of Yue Beihua Rao Dao!"

After she finished speaking, she raised both hands in a straight line, twisting them into waves with her Emperor Sword, while humming a cheerful tune, singing and dancing:

"Oh Beibei, Beibei"

In front of the Five Domains' Transmission Mirror, all the cultivators collectively stood up.

These old men, watching the cute little girl in white dancing in front of the Five Domains, completely devoid of a Sword Immortal's image, at this moment, couldn't cry or laugh.

Everyone's body was stiff, their expressions twitching unnaturally, clearly at a loss for what to think.

Before Beibei's words, no one could discern what the ultimate goal or meaning of cultivation was.

Actually, some had thought about it.

It should be said that ninety-nine percent of people thought about it at the beginning of their cultivation.

But after some twists and turns and experiences, the final result would never be "trash," "Saint Slave," or similar.

"But, is it really not?"

At this moment, after Beijian Xian's words, everyone suddenly realized that what she said seemed to make sense?

Taixu is the end of this world.

Semi-Saints are called transcendent.

But strong as Qin Duan and Qiu Gu, in front of a quirky little girl who twisted her hands and sang in front of a mirror, they didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Why?

Because her surname is "Bei"?

Yue Beihua Rao Dao, I seem to have heard of it, what is it?

Oh, the Five Great Saint Emperor Families!

Then if the end of the road is to be a dog for these five families, what is the point of cultivation?

To be a dog?

To pursue a result through a process, does that mean the meaning is meaningless?

"No!"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

"It can't be like this!"

Some covered their heads, muttering in a daze.

Some clutched their chests, feeling something hot growing within them.

They helplessly looked up again at the Transmission Mirror...

Beibei was dancing like a clown in the mirror.

The cultivators in front of the mirror recognized it as a mirror after a long time.

Beibei wasn't a clown.

I am.

"Impossible!"

Some touched something, and "Saint Emperor," "status," "guidance," "forgotten" flashed through their minds...

Soon, many people, clutching their heads, erupted with demonic energy, as if their Dao hearts had been shattered by Beibei's words, falling into qi deviation.

"Crazy!"

"All crazy!"

Beijian Xian is dancing...

The people watching her dance are enchanted...

The clear-headed observers, after hearing what the one surnamed Bei said, actually found it reasonable...

If this isn't madness, what is?

"I..."

"We..."

Those in front of the Five Domains' mirror who could still maintain clarity turned and looked at each other.

For a moment, everyone felt that either the world was crazy, or Beibei was crazy, or I was crazy.

In short, one of them had to be crazy!

Otherwise, how could this matter be established? Its very existence represented impossibility!

"How is it impossible?"

Lord Shou's voice suddenly entered their ears at the moment their dreams shattered. Everyone looked up.

The Five Domains' Transmission Mirror was divided into two halves.

On the Sacred Mountain's half, Beibei, after finishing her dance, snapped back to reality, her small face flushed, her eyes suddenly filled with terror.

"Ah—"

She screamed, clutching her head, her Emperor Sword falling to the ground.

At this moment, she could only cover her head, making "uh uh wuwu" sounds for a long time, not knowing what to say to make amends, and even less knowing why she had uttered such outrageous statements just now.

"Heh."

On the Southern Domain's side of the mirror, Xu Xiaoshou merely chuckled, his hands moving from outside the mirror into the frame.

Everyone looked at the spiritual threads flowing from Lord Shou's fingertips, seeping into the Dao principles of heaven and earth, and fell into deep thought.

Then they heard Lord Shou speak eloquently:

"On Void Island, Dao Qiong Cang imparted the Heavenly Secret Art to me."

"In the Divine Ruins, Dao Qiong Cang taught me the method of puppet manipulation."

"Now that he has allied with me, he has imparted the truth of the world to me, and I have made it public. How does it feel?"

Everyone's hearts trembled. So, that's how it is.

This "truth" was actually told to Lord Shou by Dao Dianzhu. The credibility must be almost ninety percent.

Lord Shou's fingers moved lightly, and spiritual threads surged from his fingertips.

In the Central Domain, Beibei's expression suddenly froze, her hand straightened again, and she began to dance the wave dance.

"Oh Beibei, Beibei"

It's him!

At this moment, everyone in the Five Domains understood, "It really is Lord Shou causing trouble, he wasn't lying!"

After quickly realizing this, everyone's hairs stood on end, feeling a chill.

He's in the Southern Domain, and he can use the Heavenly Secret Art to manipulate Beibei, who is in the Central Domain?

Between them, there isn't just one room, one city, one county, one realm, but an entire domain!

And the one he's controlling isn't a mortal, or a low-level cultivator, or someone with an undeserved reputation, but the White-Clothed Sword Immortal Beibei!

"When did Lord Shou..."

The observer was speechless, the listener pondered.

It seemed that every time Lord Shou was like this, without warning, he would leap a big step in growth.

He never progressed gradually, but rather achieved it in one go.

Others needed to learn from crawling, to walking, to running, slowly. He could fly from the start, and then with a change in Dao principles, he could do everything!

"This is puppet manipulation."

"The Central Domain's Sacred God Heaven and the Southern Domain's Sinful Land might seem far to everyone, but to the profoundness of space, they are but a stone's throw away."

Lord Shou in the mirror stopped his fluttering fingers, no longer displaying his prowess.

Beibei stopped her lively dance, clutching her head in terror.

He smiled at the camera, then changed the subject:

"Dao Qiong Cang treated me well, but he has his own motives. We are not on the same path, so everyone doesn't need to break their filters; you can still worship him."

"I am a Saint Slave, already quite a pure Saint Slave."

"Before, I didn't know what Saint Slaves were mainly doing. The Sacred Palace had already governed the continent very well. Was the purpose of Saint Slaves to stir up continental unrest, to make people suffer?"

The people in front of the mirror fell into thought.

They had seen Lord Shou's unreliable side, but this was perhaps the first time he had been so frank and open.

"I am much luckier than you; I quickly got the answer." Xu Xiaoshou smiled, shaking his head, sighing:

"Before I even debuted, I was implanted with the Jinying Fire Seed by the Saint Slave Wuxiu, also known as Sang Qiye."

"As soon as I left the Spirit Palace to begin my life's experience, I ran into the Saint Slave Chief, Ba Zun'an, who insisted on giving me an answer."

"Am I some kind of chosen one, that you all have to pick me?"

Lord Shou helplessly spread his hands, his expression a bit annoying, like he was showing off.

Yet, everyone managed to read the heavy burden of having their path chosen in advance, being pressed down, and only being able to crawl forward.

The scene moved slightly.

Some looked towards the Transmission Mirror of Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain, finding that even Cang Sheng Da Di had stopped all actions, neither attacking nor speaking.

From Beibei's mutation, he had listened quietly, never once attempting to interrupt Lord Shou.

Some of the older generation remembered.

From the time the Ten Thrones became famous, to joining the Sacred Palace, and presumably even now, Ai Cang Sheng's stance was never the Sacred Palace, or the Saint Slaves, or anything else.

He stood for himself.

He, like his name, stood for the "Cang Sheng."

He had previously stood with the Sacred Palace because Dao Dianzhu was there, and in his eyes, he saw no glimmer of hope from the dark forces of the world—thus, the Sacred Palace was almost equivalent to the Cang Sheng.

At this moment, Lord Shou, in the Southern Domain, spoke eloquently, and his power seemed to have already surpassed the Sacred God Heaven.

Did Ai Cang Sheng no longer just equal loving the Sacred Palace?

The mirror image changed slightly again, just some subtle adjustments, which made people shift their focus from Ai Cang Sheng back to Lord Shou.

At this moment, no one noticed how Feng Zhongzui, the one behind the mirror, was exerting his power.

Cang Sheng Da Di listened carefully, and naturally, the people of the Five Domains listened attentively. Then they heard Lord Shou say again:

"Ba Zun'an told me that what Saint Slaves want is freedom."

"I think there are many kinds of freedom. The kind he wants is desired by only a very few people."

"Most people will never reach his height, the height of the Ten Thrones. So, what if they don't get absolute freedom, but only relative freedom?"

"For this relative freedom, sacrificing some freedom in exchange for the Sacred Palace's protection is very reasonable!"

"Then, is the Saint Slaves' pursuit of freedom meaningless?"

The people of the Five Domains held their breath, clearly having taken in his words.

This was Lord Shou's previous answer. They remained silent, waiting for Lord Shou's current answer.