Chapter 1806: 天地祭舞

Milu hesitated for a moment, ultimately saying nothing to Zu An. His current strength was insufficient, and knowing too much would only do more harm than good.

On the other side, Qiu Honglei watched Chu Chuyan and Pei Mianman successively receive their inheritances. Although she didn't understand what the Pure World White Lotus and the Other Shore Butterfly's Guidance were, they clearly seemed very powerful.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Everyone's strength had been similar, perhaps even hers a bit higher, but now that two of them had received inheritances, wasn't she destined to fall behind?

Originally, after falling into this secret realm, she found that everyone else was scattered, and only she and Ah Zu were together. She had even thought she would be the female lead this time.

But soon after, they encountered Jing Teng, who was incredibly beautiful. Although both claimed nothing was happening, their frequent glances clearly indicated something she didn't know about had occurred.

Besides Jing Teng's divination, she then watched Chu Chuyan and Pei Mianman engage in intimate moments with Zu An right before her eyes...

And now, she had to watch them eagerly receive inheritances that sounded incredibly powerful.

I admit I'm envious...

However, as the Saintess of the Demonic Cult, she also had her pride and quickly composed herself.

"Humph, my Holy Cult's inheritance spans tens of thousands of years! How could it be inferior to yours? I refuse to believe I'll be inferior to you!"

As soon as she thought of this, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in her eyes, and her previous dejection vanished.

Just then, Jing Teng suddenly spoke to Immortal Monarch Baopu, "Immortal Monarch, I was able to return safely, and Miss Qiu also helped a great deal along the way."

Qiu Honglei was startled; she had never expected Jing Teng to speak up for her. They had been at odds throughout their journey, feeling like a battle between a primary wife and a mistress, yet now she was speaking on her behalf.

For a moment, she felt embarrassed. "Sister Jing, you exaggerate," she said, "I didn't help that much."

Although strictly speaking, Jing Teng was older, there was no way Qiu Honglei would acknowledge her as an older sister. Other matters could be discussed, but not this.

Chu Chuyan and Pei Mianman's ears perked up instantly. Were these two calling each other 'sister' now?

Oh no, now there was another rival.

From afar, Zhao Hao frowned deeply. "This plot isn't right," he thought. He had had his own imperial harem with many concubines; shouldn't women in a harem be tearing each other apart? Even if they smiled at each other outwardly, they'd hide daggers behind their backs.

Why were Zu An's women getting along so harmoniously? They even actively helped other 'sisters' get benefits.

"On what grounds? What virtues or abilities did Zu An possess to deserve this?"

Rage value from Zhao Hao: 666666666...

Zu An was baffled, wondering what was wrong with Zhao Hao. Was it because everyone else had an inheritance and he didn't?

Immortal Monarch Baopu looked at Jing Teng affectionately. "You have a good heart," he said. "So be it. I happen to have something here that she is fated to receive."

As he spoke, he took out a talisman. With a flick of his finger, the talisman transformed into an ethereal female figure dancing gracefully in mid-air. At first, her movements were slow, but then they grew faster and faster.

The ethereal female figure had an elegant form, and her movements were simple, yet when combined into a dance, they were extraordinary. There was no hint of coquettishness or worldliness, but rather a sense of solemn majesty.

The ethereal female figure quickly merged into Qiu Honglei's glabella. Immortal Monarch Baopu said, "Many do not understand why rites and music are among the seven cultivation arts, even ranking as the foremost of the seven arts. What are your thoughts on this, young lady?"

Qiu Honglei felt countless insights surge within her heart. Upon hearing this, she blurted out, "Because rites and music are ceremonies used to communicate with heaven and earth!"

Immortal Monarch Baopu nodded with satisfaction. "Indeed, you are the fated one. Practice the Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance you just received diligently. The higher your cultivation and the deeper your understanding of the Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance, the dance will automatically unlock the information for its next stage. I hope that one day, you will master the complete Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance."

"Thank you, Immortal Monarch!" Qiu Honglei was overjoyed. As the Saintess of the Demonic Cult and once an undercover courtesan, she was naturally extremely skilled at dancing. This Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance seemed tailor-made for her.

Although she still didn't know what the Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance was for, she already had a faint premonition. It clearly required her to practice diligently and comprehend it on her own.

Immortal Monarch Baopu smiled. He then gave Zu An a meaningful glance but said nothing to him. Instead, he looked at Jing Teng. "Little Teng," he said, "my time is almost up."

Jing Teng was startled. "You're leaving?" she asked.

Immortal Monarch Baopu replied, "This is merely a wisp of my lingering soul left behind from back then. I have just exhausted all its energy, so it is natural that it should dissipate."

Jing Teng's eyes immediately reddened. "If you leave," she said, "I'll be all alone again."

Immortal Monarch Baopu shook his head. "No," he said, "you are different now from before. You will no longer be alone."

Jing Teng's face flushed slightly. She lowered her head, too embarrassed to look at anyone in particular.

"You have lived a lonely life. It is excellent that you now have friends. I hope..." Immortal Monarch Baopu sighed deeply and did not finish his sentence. His entire being gradually transformed into specks of light that drifted away with the wind.

All the specks of light eventually swirled and converged into a book. On its surface, the large characters "Baopu True Scripture" were clearly written.

Jing Teng was about to reach out and take it when suddenly, a large golden hand flashed by and snatched the "Baopu True Scripture."

"Hahaha, I have finally obtained the immortal destiny!" Zhao Hao appeared mad with joy, leaving behind a trail of prolonged laughter. He took a step and completely vanished from the tomb chamber.

He actually wanted to take the opportunity to kill Zu An and the others. However, this was, after all, Immortal Monarch Baopu's mausoleum, and Jing Teng's relationship with him was extraordinary. Killing people here might lead to unforeseen complications.

Furthermore, he also sensed several powerful auras approaching, each no weaker than his own. Thus, after acquiring the item, he left first, planning to find another opportunity to kill Zu An, that little rascal, later.

All of this happened too quickly. Zu An and the others wanted to stop him, but it was simply too late; the opponent had already vanished without a trace.

"Oh no!" Chu Chuyan and Pei Mianman exclaimed, their faces filled with worry. "Zhao Hao has obtained the Baopu True Scripture. He will no longer fear the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. Ah Zu will be in danger then." Their initial joy at receiving inheritances vanished completely.

As Zu An's wives, they naturally knew of the grievances between Zu An and Zhao Hao, a situation that could only end with one of them dead.

Originally, they could hope that Zhao Hao would eventually die of old age. But now that he had obtained the Baopu True Scripture, he could clearly extend his life significantly and might even achieve immortality.

Zhao Hao was already unrivaled in the world. If he advanced further, how could they possibly contend against him?

Qiu Honglei was also deeply worried. No wonder she couldn't find any immortal destiny earlier, no matter how she searched. It turned out that the so-called 'relic' was the Baopu True Scripture, and Immortal Monarch Baopu had left a wisp of his lingering soul on it back then.

Earlier, one of Zhao Hao's soul-clones had been destroyed by Ah Zu. He must certainly hate him to the core.

"This Immortal Monarch was truly something," she thought. "Why didn't he just directly eliminate Zhao Hao? And granting the scripture was so hasty. Now Zhao Hao has snatched it, hasn't he?"

Zu An, however, remained calm. He looked at Jing Teng with a faint, unreadable smile.

Jing Teng's face flushed slightly. She hesitated, then opened her mouth: "Actually..."

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt something and immediately closed her mouth.

Just then, several figures flew in.

The person at the front let out a surprised sound. "This one just sensed an immortal's aura. It was definitely here. Why did it suddenly vanish?"

Everyone looked towards the sound. They saw a disheveled Taoist floating in mid-air, wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe adorned with Bagua patterns. His entire demeanor exuded an ethereal, immortal quality.

This person emanated a faint, restrained pressure. However, everyone present was an expert with keen senses and immediately realized that this person's cultivation was in no way inferior to Zhao Hao's.

"Brother Zu!" Just then, a surprised and joyful voice rang out.

Behind the Taoist, an elegant and serene young woman was looking at Zu An with pleasant surprise. Her eyes were misty and beautiful, like a water town in Jiangnan.

Beside her stood a woman in an embroidered golden-black robe. Her beautiful hair flowed naturally down her back, occasionally swaying gently against her hips. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, exuding an inexplicable sense of majesty.

"Miss Xie!"

"Yun... Cult Master!"

Zu An was equally surprised and delighted. He had been worried about them all this time and never expected to reunite here.

Xie Daoyun was initially filled with joy. At first, only Zu An existed in her eyes. But the next second, she saw a group of beautiful women standing beside him, each more beautiful than the last. Some she recognized, others she did not.

"No wonder he no longer calls me 'Sister Ling'," she thought, "it turns out his female companions are present."

Rage value from Xie Daoyun: 555555...

Yun Jianyue's eyes flashed with a hint of danger. "This boy used to call me 'Yue'er' and 'Sister' so sweetly," she thought. "Now he's grown distant and calls me 'Cult Master Yun.' Is it just because other women are here?"

Although she knew that if he really called her intimately, she would be the one flustered, she still couldn't help but feel angry.

Rage value from Yun Jianyue: 250250250...

"Why did they suddenly get angry?"

As Zu An was wondering, he suddenly felt several women exchanging glances, and it was as if sparks were flying in the air. The hair on his entire body stood on end.