Chapter 673 - 364: Nine-headed Bird Ghost Car [Master of Complex Spirits]
In the stadium, colorful dazzling spotlights swept across the huge stage.
The host’s voice rang out once more, echoing throughout!
"Let’s count down together from five!
"Five!"
The entire audience immediately responded, like a roaring sea.
"Four!
"Three!"
Bai Mo sat at the highest point of the stands, with more than a dozen Immortal Technique Committee members seated in front, forming a human fence.
Next to him was Su Yaoyao.
Behind him stood the imposing Peacock Red Treasure.
It was his first concert, his first realization of how blinding the lights were, how loud the sound, how noisy, and how enthusiastic the atmosphere!
The little Bai Doudou in his arms, jumped onto her master’s shoulder, gripping two glow sticks with her fox claws, happily waving and swaying, joining the celebration of the whole place.
"Woo! Woo!"
...
At Fox Mountain, in the cafeteria hall, the foxes also watched the screen, raising their cups, smiling brightly, waving their front paws.
"Woo! Woo!"
"Ying! Ying!"
"Woo! Woo!"
...
Below the stage, Hu Tiantian, wearing a sequined long dress and holding the microphone, was about to take the stage, her face pale, her shoulders trembling.
She had never experienced a concert of this magnitude!
Not even at the peak of her career had she experienced something like this.
The manager beside her spoke urgently.
"Sister Hu, go for it, at today’s concert you’re not the main act, you’re just a supporting role, the real star is the West State Boss, ninety-nine percent of the people in the stands are here for him. Just get on stage and sing casually, as long as you don’t mess up too much, I’ll give you half open mic, I’ll watch closely, if anything goes wrong, I’ll immediately switch you to full lip-sync, you just perform, just lip-sync..."
The stadium’s sound system began to play the windy sound and music intro!
Above the stage, on the screens facing all four directions, a video began playing, vividly showing West State at night and Qinghua Rain in the night sky!
The audience’s countdown was about to finish!
"Two!
"One!"
Hu Tiantian also came to terms with it, today’s concert, in name she was the main act, but in fact, she was just riding the wave!
Since she was riding the wave, why feel timid?
She gripped the microphone and strutted onto the stage with unrecognizable, professional strides, heading toward the center amid the audience’s celebratory noise!
Thud!
A drumbeat resounded across the venue!
Hu Tiantian waved to the audience on all sides and raised her voice into the microphone!
"Dear audience, dear fans, welcome everyone!
"Tonight, we will enjoy music together!
"Together, we celebrate West State!
"Together, we praise the Immortal Committee!
"Together, we honor the West State Boss!
"Together, we cherish our civilization!
"Without further ado, here’s ’Qinghua Rain’ for everyone!"
The rapid sound of the pipa flowed out from the stage’s surround sound, the sonic waves shaking the entire venue!
The audience from all directions, once again erupted with a tidal wave of applause and roaring cheers!
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At the highest point of the stands, Bai Doudou stood on her master’s shoulder, celebrating with the whole place, waving glow sticks, swaying her chubby body along with the music!
Su Yaoyao instinctively leaned her shoulder closer to Bai Mo.
Bai Mo, watching the performance and listening to the song, was actually absent-minded, his gaze turning to the West Ridge Mountain Range, keeping an eye on Miyamoto Rokuzo and his group.
...
Under a starless, moonless sky.
In the dark mountains.
Miyamoto Rokuzo, with a group of followers, found a clearing to either stand or sit.
"Let them dig, we’ll rest first."
Eighteen people had already started digging into the mountain from the eighteen positions specified by Miyamoto Rokuzo, wielding shovels and utilizing the powerful physique of Immortal Technique Masters, digging into the mountain!
Under the leaves nearby, an eye occasionally appeared, blinking, sneakily peeking over.
Miyamoto Rokuzo wasn’t very aware, nor did he want to bother, so he found a rock to sit on peacefully, waiting for his followers to finish digging.
In his mind, the breath of the Ancient Immortal had become heavy, impatient!
"Oh, Ghost Car, oh, Ghost Car!
"Years ago in battles with the Prince of the White Scale Holy Land, my Immortal Beast was Xiangliu, his Immortal Beast was the Ghost Car!
"I used Xiangliu to fight the Prince to death, causing both him and Xiangliu to perish!
"This Ghost Car went mad on the spot, eyes bleeding, chasing me down!
"This chase lasted three hundred years!
"I crossed mountains, it too crossed mountains!
"I crossed deserts, it too crossed deserts!
"I crossed vast seas, it too crossed vast seas!
"I crossed long rivers, it too crossed long rivers!
"Then one day suddenly, pollution descended, black smoke emerged from my eyes, and this Ghost Car, bathed in hatred, was drenched in black oil and fell into corruption.
"It was such a perfect situation!
"Without my Immortal Beast and it without a master, if I were to form a pact with it, combine with it, I could inherit this most powerful and ancient Immortal Beast of the White Scale Holy Land!
"Unfortunately, that damned Cyan Dragon Emperor, from miles away, above the sky, dropped a single drop of dragon saliva, sealing the Ghost Car!
"But now, thousands of years later, the Emperor is dead, and the Immortal Dao aura of the dragon saliva has faded with time, it’s time to resurrect the Ghost Car and reclaim it!"
This was the first time Miyamoto Rokuzo heard his master’s tale.
It sounded somewhat strange.
His master let his own Immortal Beast die with the Prince of the White Scale?
And then wanted to snatch the White Scale Holy Land’s Ghost Car Immortal Beast?
This act of causing his own Immortal Beast’s death while scheming to seize another’s is so unethical, so malevolent, so disgustingly repulsive, and yet it made Miyamoto Rokuzo’s eyes light up, his lips curl into a smile, sweat break out on his forehead, fully thrilling him!