Chapter 496: Qi Chengchu’s Whereabouts, Change in the Myriad Yin Sect
In the Great Cang Immortal Cultivation World, no matter how talented one was, it was almost impossible to go from early Nascent Soul to mid Nascent Soul in just 200 years.
"Gong Shulan, do you think I’m the reckless type?" Wei Tu shook his head and countered.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, there was no denying that Gong Shulan probably understood his personality better than anyone else in the cultivation world.
From Qi Refinement to Foundation Establishment, this woman had witnessed almost everything about him.
Because of that, without him even saying it, Gong Shulan would believe he was confident enough to reach mid Nascent Soul within 50 years, and wouldn’t blindly rush to seek revenge on Qi Chengchu.
"If I didn’t have the strength, I wouldn’t run to Qi Chengchu just to make a fool of myself," he added with a faint smile.
Hearing this, Gong Shulan slightly nodded, thinking it made sense.
If Wei Tu truly had a reckless nature, he wouldn’t have risen from a minor talisman master in Danqiu Mountain to his current level, and even broken through to Nascent Soul decades earlier than she had.
"If you really can kill Qi Chengchu, that would be a good thing for me too."
After thinking for a moment, Gong Shulan looked him over seriously, then flipped her palm to hand him a jade slip.
"Myriad Yin Sect in the Demonic Extreme Sea?"
Wei Tu took the jade slip, glanced at the contents, and was momentarily stunned. If he remembered correctly, Ancestor Chilong’s sect was called Myriad Yin Sect.
"27 years ago, Ancestor Tianxie ordered Qi Chengchu to infiltrate that sect. As for their purpose, I’m not too sure."
"I only know that when Ancestor Tianxie urged Qi Chengchu, he was extremely anxious, as if it were a matter of life and death." Gong Shulan spoke slowly.
When she finished, she suddenly raised her hand and smacked her own forehead—killing herself instantly.
Blood spread across the table.
The suddenness of it left Wei Tu completely stunned. His eyes flashed gold as he saw that Gong Shulan’s life force had vanished. His brows rose slightly and he took a few steps back, eyes full of vigilance as he scanned the surroundings.
'Could it be that she said something she shouldn’t have, triggering a soul restriction?' Wei Tu thought.
But before he could think further, his divine sense detected another Gong Shulan approaching.
This new Gong Shulan appeared in the street outside the inn and walked toward the private room step by step.
"So it’s a human puppet." Wei Tu’s expression cleared, and he sat down again.
A moment later, the new Gong Shulan entered the room and, with a wave of her hand, collected the corpse from the table.
"What I said just now inevitably involved my sect’s secrets. For safety’s sake, I could only use this method. I hope Fellow Daoist Wei won’t take offense." Gong Shulan gave a polite bow, her expression apologetic.
Hearing this, Wei Tu understood what had just happened.
—There’s a delay in the nature of magic power.
While speaking with him earlier, she had used the “Ghost Spirit Jade” to move her true soul out of her body, leaving only a wisp of magic power inside the human puppet to deliver information about Qi Chengchu.
Once she finished speaking, to prevent that wisp of magic from being sensed by her true body—and thus triggering the soul restriction in her mind—she killed the puppet on the spot, completely erasing that magic power.
In short, the whole act was to avoid alerting the soul restriction, allowing her to successfully leak the secrets from within the Soul-Capturing Sect.
‘This woman is truly quick-witted. No wonder she can thrive so well in an evil sect like the Soul-Capturing Sect.’
After thinking it through, Wei Tu couldn’t help but sigh with some admiration.
He still remembered that back when she escaped from him and Kou Hongying, she had used a switch trick to fool the True Lord from Mirror Water Pavilion that Kou Hongying had invited.
Now, centuries later, her cunning had clearly reached another level.
‘But this also shows just how much she stands to gain from Qi Chengchu’s death.’
His eyes flickered slightly.
After all, if it weren’t for that, she would never have risked her life to leak information about Qi Chengchu to him.
"Once I leave this private room, I’ll erase all memory of this meeting with Fellow Daoist Wei," Gong Shulan said after a short pause, her expression tinged with apology. "So, if we end up as enemies again in the future, I hope… Fellow Daoist Wei won’t take offense."
Wei Tu found her words rather odd. This meeting was just a transaction—nothing about turning enemies into friends.
Earlier, he had already hinted to her that there was no foundation of trust between them.
This deal was nothing more than each taking what they needed.
As for asking about Qi Chengchu’s whereabouts—
That wasn’t even his request; it was just an offhand question. Whether she answered or not made no difference to him.
Still, since she had said this much, he couldn’t simply slap her down. They had just completed a deal smoothly, and it wouldn’t hurt to give her some courtesy.
"Miss Gong, no need to worry. If the day comes when you and I truly cross hands, I’ll be sure to mention today’s events to you then."
Wei Tu rose and returned the bow.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wei."
Hearing that, Gong Shulan felt a faint disappointment. Wei Tu’s words had not actually defined their current relationship as friend or foe. But there was nothing more she could say, so she simply gave him a polite thanks.
After that, she stayed no longer. Dispersing her presence, she left the inn and vanished into the bustling crowd outside.
…
Once Gong Shulan was gone, Wei Tu glanced at the jade slip she had left him. Then he roused Ancestor Chilong, who was still asleep in his sleeve.
Back when he had fought Lüqiu Jinyuan’s clone, the old demon had cut away a portion of his own soul essence to let Wei Tu use the Curse Ghost Blood Escape to survive. As a result, once they returned to the Great Cang Immortal Cultivation World, he had been much weakened and needed frequent sleep to restore his soul power.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, what’s so urgent you had to wake me? Did you run into another enemy?" Ancestor Chilong’s voice carried obvious irritation when he woke.
By now, his thinking was almost the same as Divine Master Du Long’s—Wei Tu seemed to have a knack for causing trouble and could never stay put.
Still, the old demon was only grumbling. As an ancient cultivator, he understood all too well the saying: ‘No enemies, no opportunities.’
After all, a cultivator couldn’t just sit around waiting for fortune to drop from the heavens.
Ninety-nine percent of all opportunities had to be seized—taken, fought for, wrested away.
If Wei Tu hadn’t seized them, how could he have grown in just a few decades within the Nascent Soul realm to this point—possessing both a Nascent Soul of body and one of law, only a step away from mid Nascent Soul?
"It’s about the Myriad Yin Sect," Wei Tu said, sending the jade slip into the Dragon Glaze Pearl.
"What? Someone infiltrated my Myriad Yin Sect? And it was that old dog Tianxie who sent them?"
The moment Ancestor Chilong read the jade slip’s contents, he erupted in fury, cursing Ancestor Tianxie without restraint.