bdsm-fiction Chapter 22 Good and Evil Conference 2
Chapter 22 Good and Evil Conference 2
"The Yellow Springs Ghost Pearl!"
Chu Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she cried out in surprise. Her gaze was fixed on the black pearl that was surrounded by the cold aura of the Netherworld Yellow Springs at the fingertip of Dao Shen Ling Che. Her holy power trembled slightly with excitement.
Ling Che twirled the Yellow Spring Ghost Pearl between his fingers. The black pearl's surface flowed with a dark light like the stagnant waters of the Yellow Springs, casting a shadowy glow on the hem of his Daoist robe. His tone was calm and unwavering: "This pearl originally belonged to your Ghost Clan's Emperor of Fengdu, who later gifted it to the Heavenly Ghost God. Fifty thousand years ago, the Heavenly Ghost God led his army of hell to invade the Kunlun Realm, only to be slain by Biluozi with a single sword strike. This precious pearl was then lost in the dust of the Kunlun Realm. Is this what you sought when you infiltrated Kunlun?"
Chu Lan's expression changed several times. Knowing that it would be futile to hide anything from this deity, he immediately bowed and told him the whole story.
It turns out that this Yellow Springs Ghost Pearl is connected to a shocking secret—a hidden treasure left behind by the Yellow Springs Emperor. The Yellow Springs Emperor is the supreme being of the Ghost Clan, who created the Yellow Springs Heavenly Dao, one of the Heavenly Daos inherited by the Ghost Clan. The legacy he left behind is enough to drive any power mad. Now, the five Ghost Palaces of Fengdu Ghost City have found the exact location of the hidden treasure, but they are missing this Yellow Springs Ghost Pearl as the key to unlock it. That's why they spared no expense to send Chu Lan, the clan's top genius, to the Kunlun Realm.
"The Yellow Springs Emperor's secret treasure..." Upon hearing this, Ling Che's lips curled into a faint smile, his tone tinged with amusement. "No wonder those Ghost Emperors of Fengdu were willing to go to such lengths, even releasing a promising talent like you who has the potential to break through to the God Realm. It's just a pity they miscalculated. The Kunlun Realm of today is no longer the helpless place they imagined it to be."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Che flicked his finger, and the Yellow Spring Ghost Pearl, accompanied by a wisp of ghostly wind, landed steadily in Chu Lan's palm.
Chu Lan's heart trembled violently. He instinctively gripped the precious pearl tightly, and when he looked up, his eyes were filled with astonishment and doubt: "What are your orders, Divine Lord? I would gladly die for you!"
Although he was a prodigy of the Ghost Clan, he understood that the God's strength was unfathomable, and that a single glance could easily determine his life or death.
Upon hearing this, Ling Che revealed a meaningful smile and said, "You should return to Fengdu Ghost City first. From today onwards, you will be my eyes and ears in the underworld—you've been recruited by me."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a jet-black rune shot out from the air, disappearing into Chu Lan's brow with lightning speed.
Chu Lan felt a violent tremor in his soul, as if an ancient demon had branded an indelible mark on the depths of his soul. A tremor originating from his soul swept through his entire body, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.
"This is the Heavenly Demon Soul Refining Talisman, a divine power I created by deducing from the Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings," Ling Che said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "It will lurk deep within your soul, and your every word and action will be within my perception. Even the Great Emperor of Fengdu cannot erase it. With it, our cooperation can be considered secure."
Chu Lan gave a wry smile, his face full of helplessness, but he still bowed and said, "It is my honor to serve the God."
He knew in his heart that he had boarded a pirate ship with no way back.
Ling Che seemed to see through his thoughts, and his voice softened a bit: "You don't need to be discouraged. This Heavenly Demon Soul Refining Talisman contains a wisp of my divine origin. As long as you behave yourself, this talisman will not only not harm you, but will also help you comprehend the mysteries of the divine path, and will protect your soul. Even ordinary great gods will not be able to completely destroy your soul."
Upon hearing this, a brilliant light suddenly flashed in Chu Lan's eyes as he carefully sensed his own body.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes no longer showing any frustration, but instead filled with extreme ecstasy!
So what if I betray the Hell Realm? I can become a confidant of a god, backed by my master and Ling Che, two top beings. How could my future achievements stop at the god realm?
Upon realizing this, Chu Lan knelt down without hesitation, kowtowed, and cried out, "I, Chu Lan, am willing to die for the God!"
The saints of Kunlun Realm who were watching from the sidelines all showed disdain on their faces and looked at Chu Lan with contempt, clearly looking down on his opportunistic behavior.
However, the saints' disdain froze on their faces the next moment, turning into shock and envy.
Ling Che reached into his robes and took out a pill the size of a longan. As soon as the pill appeared, countless rays of light shot into the sky, and a dense divine pressure spread out, causing the Great Saints present to tremble in their hearts and their holy power to stir.
That was a divine pill!
"This pill is called the 'Creation Heavenly Secret Pill.' It draws upon the creation of heaven and earth and seizes the secrets of the universe. It can help cultivators at the peak of the Great Saint Realm to seize a sliver of heavenly secret to break through to the Divine Realm, saving them a thousand years of arduous cultivation." Ling Che's voice rang out. "You should break through to the Divine Realm in the Kunlun Realm and then return to the Hell Realm. Senior Uncle Shen will explain the specifics to you in detail—he will also return to the Hell Realm with you."
Chu Lan's hands trembled as he accepted the pill. He felt a warm sensation in his palms, and a surge of vital energy and divinity flowed into his body. He was so excited that he trembled all over, tears welling in his eyes. He repeatedly kowtowed to Ling Che, saying, "Thank you for your grace, Divine Lord! Thank you for your grace, Divine Lord!"
This kind of opportunity is simply a stroke of good fortune, enough to make him rise to the top in one step!
Shen Wencang, stroking his long, white beard, smiled gently and bowed to Ling Che, saying, "Demon Emperor, rest assured, leave this matter to this old man."
Seeing this, the surrounding saints of the Kunlun Realm could no longer contain themselves. They stepped forward, their eyes burning with desire as they stared at the Creation Heavenly Secret Pill in Chu Lan's hand, and loudly proclaimed, "Divine Lord! We are also willing to go to the Hell Realm as inside agents!"
"Divine Lord, I have cultivated to the peak of the Great Sage realm for three thousand years, and am only one step away from becoming a god. I am willing to go through fire and water for the Kunlun Realm!"
Ling Che ignored their requests and turned to Long Yi, who was standing to the side, saying calmly, "You will make the arrangements for them. You will also personally open the passage out of the Kunlun Realm."
Long Yi bowed and accepted the order: "Your subordinate obeys."
Ling Che nodded slightly, then with a flick of his sleeve, a dazzling spatial passage suddenly unfolded in the void. He waved to Shen Wencang and Chu Lan: "Go."
With Chu Lan, who was still in a daze from excitement, Shen Wencang turned around and stepped into the spatial passage, his figure disappearing from the divine realm in an instant.
Dao Shen Ling Che's gaze swept over the group of Great Saints of Kunlun Realm below, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable majesty: "Seniors, now that I have taken control of Kunlun, I will certainly not treat you unfairly. If you can wholeheartedly contribute to the realm, you will have no worries about wealth, honor, or opportunities, and you will not only have one divine pill."
Upon hearing this, all the Great Saints in the hall trembled, their eyes flashing with undisguised ecstasy. Their slightly uneasy hearts instantly calmed down, and they all sat up straight, holding their breath and waiting for Ling Che's next arrangements.
Meanwhile, outside Longshou Mountain...
Clouds surged and rolled atop the mountain, while below, a sea of people thronged the area. The top powers from the five regions of Kunlun Realm—east, south, west, north, and central—had all dispatched their elite forces to gather here, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.
Just then, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly resounded through the sky.
A sacred vessel, tens of thousands of feet wide, pierced through layers of clouds, carrying countless dragon-shaped rays of light, and slowly descended to the foot of Dragon Head Mountain. On the vessel's hull, ten thousand illusory dragons coiled and danced, their dragon might overwhelming, causing countless cultivators below to gasp for breath and tremble in their very souls.
"The Myriad Dragon Sacred Ship! It's a team from the Eastern Dragon Empire!"
Someone gasped in surprise, instantly igniting a murmur of discussion throughout the room.
The Divine Dragon Half-Human Race is one of the oldest races in the Kunlun Realm, with a long and profound history. More than ten thousand years ago, their patriarch Ao Han emerged from obscurity, single-handedly ascending to the position of the strongest being in the Kunlun Realm. He led the Divine Dragon Half-Human Race's iron cavalry to sweep across the Eastern Region, and then marched into the Wilderness Domain, expanding their territory by hundreds of millions of miles, establishing the Divine Dragon Empire. Passed down for millennia, the empire's foundation is still deep, making it one of the undisputed top powers in the Kunlun Realm.
On the deck of the sacred ship, a figure clad in a purple-gold dragon robe stood proudly—it was none other than Ao Chun, the Eighth Prince of the Divine Dragon Empire. He was the eighth son of the current clan leader, Ao Dou, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Saint King realm. Furthermore, he ranked thirteenth on the Martial Arts King Ranking released by the Kunlun Realm Inscription Guild, making his strength unfathomable.
At the foot of Dragon Head Mountain, the followers of the Moon Worshiping Demonic Cult were already waiting. Upon seeing the arrival of the Myriad Dragon Sacred Ship, they immediately went to greet it.
A black-robed envoy from the Demonic Sect stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Welcome, Eighth Emperor. The prodigies of the Divine Dragon Empire have come from afar; you must be tired. Those cultivators below the Saint Realm may accompany us to the Earth Spirit Palace to rest; those above the Saint Realm, please move to the Heavenly Bright Palace for lodging."
Just as Ao Chun was about to lead his entourage away with the holy envoy, several charming figures suddenly blocked their path. The leading maidservant curtsied and spoke in a soft but respectful voice: "Eighth Prince, our Divine Sect's Holy Maiden Xiyin has been waiting for you at the Dragon Heart Pavilion for quite some time. She cordially invites you to join us."
"The Holy Maiden Xiyin is here too?" Ao Chunlong's eyes suddenly lit up, then his tone changed, becoming somewhat urgent, "Is your Moon Worshiping Demon Sect's Demon Child Holy Son also here?"
The maid nodded and replied truthfully, "Your Majesty, the Holy Son has already arrived at Dragon Head Mountain."
"Good! Good! Good!" Ao Chun exclaimed three times, his dragon eyes blazing with fury, his dragon might suddenly surging, causing the surrounding air to hum. "I've been worried about not being able to find that scoundrel! He caused my third brother to become a cripple back then, this hatred is irreconcilable! Today I will definitely skin him alive to avenge this blood feud!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Ao Laoba, your temper hasn't changed at all."
A mocking voice suddenly came from afar, filled with sarcasm. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw another group approaching through the air, banners waving – it was the Zhou family, an ancient clan from the Central Region. The speaker was none other than Zhou Jinghong, the leader of the Zhou family's group.
Zhou Jinghong walked out slowly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Your third brother's fate was entirely his own fault! He had the precious bloodline of a divine dragon, yet he insisted on marrying a yaksha, aiding and abetting evil, and devouring countless human cultivators. The Third Prince spared his life, already giving your Divine Dragon Empire ample face. You dare talk about revenge? You think you're worthy of being the Third Prince's opponent?"
"Zhou Jinghong!" Ao Chun roared in fury, his dragon eyes turning bloodshot. "Don't you dare tarnish my third brother's reputation! If it weren't for that scoundrel Li Zha's despicable schemes, would my third brother have fallen to this state? I, Ao Chun, swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"
He stepped forward, his aura as a peak Saint King erupting forth, his voice like thunder: "It's been a few years since we last met. You've grown quite bold, daring to spout such nonsense before me! Did that blow from back then not hurt you enough?"
"Insolence!" Zhou Jinghong roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Ao Chun, back then you relied on the Golden Dragon Staff in your hand, a sacred weapon of the monarch, to win a battle by sheer luck. Did you really think I was afraid of you? Today, I will avenge you!"
Before he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in Zhou Jinghong's hand, and a holy sword was suddenly drawn. Starlight flowed across the blade, and holy energy surged endlessly, soaring straight to the heavens.
"Oh? The Five Directions Star Sword?" Upon seeing this, Ao Chun was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed loudly, "Your old man is quite willing to hand over this treasure to you. Very well, today I'll play with you for a while!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Chun flipped his hand, and a golden dragon-coiled staff appeared in his palm. Golden dragons coiled around the staff, a cold glint flashed at its tip, and the roar of dragons echoed continuously—it was Ao Chun's weapon, the Golden Dragon-Coiled Staff!
The next moment, the two figures transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into the sky.
boom!
The power of the peak Saint Kings collided, and terrifying Saintly energy swept out like a tsunami, soaring into the sky and shattering the clouds.
Located on the mountainside of Longshou Mountain, inside the Longxin Pavilion.
The many holy kings of Kunlun Realm were sitting together, looking through the pavilion windows at the two figures fighting fiercely in the sky, and they couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh.
"Both Ao the Eighth Prince and Zhou Jinghong are hundreds of years old, but their temperaments are still like children, easily provoked."
"That's right! What time is it? People still have the mind to fight here."
As everyone chatted and laughed, their gazes all turned to a graceful figure sitting on the main seat in the hall.
This man, clad in a black robe, possessed a handsome face, yet his brows held a coldness beyond his years. He was none other than Li Zha, the Holy Son of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, the second disciple of the Demon Emperor, and also the third young master of the Duke of Wei's Mansion in the Northern Tang Empire. Because of his lineage as a member of the Li Tang imperial family, he was known to the world as the "Third Prince."
"Third Prince," a Holy King said with a smile, glancing at Li Zha with a teasing look, "this whole affair started because of you. Why don't you be the judge?"
Upon hearing this, Li Zha slowly raised his eyes and looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the sky. A flash of demonic flame appeared in his dark pupils, and with a flick of his finger, an ancient golden shield suddenly appeared in his palm.
hum!
The golden canopy expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a gigantic canopy spanning a thousand miles, radiating countless golden rays and carrying the majestic might of heaven, descending upon the two figures above the sky.
"Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!"
Ao Chun and Zhou Jinghong both paled and gasped in shock.
This is Li Zha's signature treasure, with immense power. Once trapped by it, there is no way to escape!
The two dared not be negligent in the slightest, and almost simultaneously roared out, unleashing their most secret techniques.
"Dragon Battles Across the Nine Heavens!"
Ao Chun swept his Golden Dragon Staff horizontally, and the golden dragon phantom on the staff roared out, transforming into a thousand-foot-long divine dragon with its claws reaching the sky, forcefully resisting the descending golden shield.
"The Five Stars are destroyed!"
Zhou Jinghong's sword light also surged, and the Five Directions Star Sword split into five dazzling sword lights, evolving into a vast star field. The sword intent was condensed like falling stars, and crashed hard into the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the giant shield was slightly jolted by the combined attack of the two.
"You've made some progress."
A cold smile curved Li Zha's lips. He quickly formed hand seals, and a black lotus mark slowly bloomed between his brows. Black flames raged around him and swept outwards.
Above the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, the nine dragon souls suddenly raised their heads and roared. Endless black flames spread along the dragon bodies, instantly dyeing the cover black and increasing its power several times over.
Click!
Ao Chun and Zhou Jinghong's attacks were utterly ineffective against the black flames and were instantly devoured.
With a flash of golden light, the massive protective barrier, stretching for thousands of miles, moved like a shooting star chasing the moon, swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, completely engulfed the two unsuspecting individuals.