Chapter 527: Heavenly Ghost Treasury, Qi Chengchu’s Escape
As expected.
When he heard these words of persuasion, “Daoist Fu” finally calmed down and no longer insisted on confronting anyone.
And his next question was exactly what Qi Chengchu had anticipated—asking about his deeper purpose in helping.
After all, for demonic cultivators, cunning and treachery were the norm. Without a proper shared interest, no one would ever believe another’s single side of the story.
"Now that the sect master is still alive, not like what everyone thought at first—that he had already fallen…"
"Then for this young master to continue competing for the sect master’s seat… would be unrealistic."
Qi Chengchu sighed lightly as he replied.
He wasn’t as naïve as Wang Sutai, thinking that once Daoist Fu was out of the way, the sect master’s seat would fall to one of them.
Of course, he had never truly planned to fight for the position of sect master of Myriad Yin Sect anyway. His words now were only to win Wei Tu’s trust.
"Earlier, when I came to Resentful Woman Island, it was simply because I was unwilling to accept it. I wanted to seize the chance… to court Miss Seventh first. Then with the status of the sect master’s son-in-law, I could compete for the position."
"But now… since Miss Seventh wants to scheme against me, why should I keep holding her stinking feet?"
Qi Chengchu’s expression turned cold.
"So now, this young master has only one goal—to steal the Heavenly Ghost Treasury of the sect and flee far away. From then on, I’ll leave Myriad Yin Sect entirely."
"But… to open the Heavenly Ghost Treasury…"
"I can’t do it without the sect master’s command token in Fellow Daoist Fu’s hand!"
"This young master can promise—once we obtain the treasures inside, I am willing to share them evenly with Fellow Daoist Fu."
Qi Chengchu’s face turned solemn and sincere as he spoke slowly.
"Heavenly Ghost Treasury?"
Hearing that, Wei Tu felt a little amused. He thought to himself that Qi Chengchu really was worthy of being called an elite among rogue cultivators. In such a short time, he had managed to come up with such a seemingly convincing excuse.
He didn’t know if the treasury was real or not.
But he was certain that Qi Chengchu absolutely didn’t know the actual location.
Otherwise, he would have already contacted Ancestor Tianxie long ago to dig it up and search for the “Heavenly Ghost Soul Seed.”
How would he have waited until today?
Meanwhile, after finishing his words, Qi Chengchu kept staring at Wei Tu’s face, as if worried that he might reject the idea.
‘According to the temperament of a demonic cultivator, this man won’t refuse me to my face. And afterward… whether he plays along or actually gets greedy…’
‘The situation will still be in my control.’
The corners of Qi Chengchu’s mouth curved slightly. He felt smug.
This ability to turn crisis into opportunity—he thought very few people in the world had such talent.
With his mid Nascent Soul cultivation, as long as Wei Tu followed him out of Myriad Yin Sect, that would be the day of Wei Tu’s destruction.
And if Wei Tu passed this secret to Madam Jin or Duan Changjing, that would be even better.
Without the protection of the sect’s guardian formation, even the two of them together could never stand against Ancestor Tianxie.
"Fu agrees."
After pondering for a moment, Wei Tu’s expression turned complicated. He gave Qi Chengchu a deep look, then nodded.
Once they had reached this so-called agreement—
Half a quarter of an hour later, while still fighting Wei Tu, Qi Chengchu suddenly pretended to lose. He let himself be blasted back, face pale, spitting mouthfuls of blood.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Very good, Daoist Fu. This young master will remember you! Not only did you steal away my dao companion, but today you even left me gravely wounded…"
Throwing down those words, Qi Chengchu formed a quick seal. His body turned into a streak of blood light—it was the Blood Escape Technique, and he fled in panic.
The direction of his escape was none other than the back mountain of Myriad Yin Sect.
"Not good! He’s going to betray the sect!"
At that moment, Madam Jin finally arrived. When she saw this scene, her beautiful face went pale in shock, disbelief written all over it.
She was shaken not only by “Young Master Jingchen’s” sudden betrayal, but also by Wei Tu’s combat strength—he had actually forced someone of the same realm like Qi Chengchu to fall in such a short time.
The former was one thing.
After all, having his dao companion taken away, “Young Master Jingchen” was bound to become a laughingstock both inside and outside of Myriad Yin Sect.
In his rage, rebelling against the sect wasn’t something impossible to understand.
But the latter was another matter entirely.
Combat strength didn’t always equal potential, but usually, those with high battle power had no lack of potential.
Now that Wei Tu had defeated someone like Jingchen, it meant his potential was at least no less—and perhaps even far beyond.
That was far more shocking than his grasp of the Blood Escape Technique.
On the other side—
Hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike and assassinate Wei Tu, Wang Sutai was also stunned.
Wasn’t Wei Tu’s victory a little too easy?
She didn’t doubt the outcome was staged. When she and “Young Master Jingchen” had plotted together, she could see that he wasn’t the kind of man who would betray the sect just because of a setback.
The fight just now had been fierce too.
That meant this matter was very likely because “Young Master Jingchen” had lost too quickly, and for a moment couldn’t handle the blow, so he chose to betray the sect and leave Myriad Yin Sect.
"This is my husband?"
People always admired the strong. After seeing Wei Tu so powerful, Wang Sutai’s heart started to accept him a little.
She had refused to marry Young Master Jingchen.
Because she believed her strength wasn’t worse than his, there was no need to marry him and become his subordinate.
But Wei Tu was different.
His strength far surpassed others of the same realm.
For the weak to rely on the strong—that was only natural.
But—
Just as Wang Sutai was thinking this, her mother Madam Jin’s voice transmission unsettled her heart and left her unsure of what to do.
"Daoist Fu… could he be your father?"
Wang Sutai could hardly believe it. The man she had just accepted in her heart as her husband might actually be her father, Ancestor Chilong?
"Yes, it’s a bold idea, and it goes against morals. But with your father’s scheming mind, for him to do this… it’s not impossible."
"In the cultivation world, there are many prodigies, but very few can match your father."
Madam Jin shook her head and sighed.
…
"Seven days later, on Jingzhe Island."
Standing there, Wei Tu didn’t know of the mother and daughter’s conversation. Right now, only one matter filled his mind—the agreement with Qi Chengchu.
Seven days later, they would meet on Jingzhe Island to dig out the “Heavenly Ghost Treasury” hidden outside the sect.
"It seems this seven-day period is the latest time Ancestor Tianxie will arrive at Jingzhe Island," Wei Tu thought secretly.
It wasn’t hard to guess that Qi Chengchu’s greatest reliance in trying to bait him was the backing of Ancestor Tianxie.
Otherwise, Qi Chengchu alone could never easily plot against an early Nascent Soul cultivator near Myriad Yin Sect.
"Seven days? Seven days is the latest. By travel speed… the earliest Tianxie could arrive is about five days."
"But to be safe, it’s best to settle this within three days."
After hearing the news, Ancestor Chilong pondered for a while and analyzed.
"Still… three days is a bit too rushed," Ancestor Chilong worried.
If Ancestor Tianxie arrived, even if he and Wei Tu used the sect’s long-distance teleportation array to escape, they would still have to cut off their foundation and abandon Myriad Yin Sect.
But Myriad Yin Sect was his life’s work.
Unless there was absolutely no choice, he didn’t want to make that decision.
"You can rest easy about this. During my fight with Qi Chengchu, I already planted a Spirit-Sealing Talisman on him. There’s no need to worry about losing track."
Wei Tu smiled faintly as he spoke.
"Spirit-Sealing Talisman?" Ancestor Chilong was surprised. He had heard Wei Tu mention it before, but in his memory, that talisman was only a Golden Core technique.
"This talisman is indeed at the Golden Core level, but if combined with spiritual methods, that changes things."
Seeing Ancestor Chilong’s doubt, Wei Tu thought for a moment and explained casually.
Using the blood essence of the Seven-Colored Phantom Moth, he created a unique tracking mark.
He had often used this technique when he was at the Golden Core stage.
But after advancing to Nascent Soul, this tracking method fell behind and was almost discarded.
The reason was simple—he had never been able to raise a third-rank Seven-Colored Phantom Moth.
Fortunately—
A year ago, when he saw Divine Master Du Long use the “Nightmare Insect Mind Control Art” to control Yuan Jie, he finally came up with a substitute for third-rank moth blood.
That was to use his own mana and spiritual methods, using a second-rank Seven-Colored Phantom Moth as the base to nurture a mana-formed “Seven-Colored Phantom Moth.” Then he condensed this special mana into a Spirit-Sealing Talisman.
After testing it, thanks to his pure mana, the results were good.
Though not a perfect replacement for the old talisman, this special tracking mark could still remain on a Nascent Soul ancestor for several days without fading and was very hard to detect.
Of course, what let Wei Tu dare to be so bold and plant it on Qi Chengchu was because Qi Chengchu wasn’t a real Nascent Soul cultivator.
A fake was still a fake.
The Nascent Soul mana inside his body couldn’t be perfectly smooth and unified.
Compared to true Nascent Soul ancestors, he was much less likely to notice the tracking mark left on him.