parentshiftbook Chapter 116 I heard you want to capture me?
Chapter 116 I heard you want to capture me?
"Alright, with this formation to assist you, you must work even harder."
Qin Xiao's voice came from outside the hall as he entered, "How is the control of the Five Elements Puppets going?"
"We have a basic grasp of the situation, but the coordination of the battle formations still needs to be refined."
Yu Qingyi replied.
"It's alright, we'll take it one step at a time."
Qin Xiao nodded, then his expression turned slightly serious. "There's news from Xiliang."
The goddesses' expressions froze.
"A secret report just sent by Mu Yunshan."
Qin Xiao said, "The 'Holy Witch' of Xiliang has left the Holy Witch Temple and secretly headed to the 'Holy Mountain' altar on the border between Xiliang and Beirong. The High Priest of Beirong, the Witch King of Nandian, and the leaders of magic from several small countries in the Western Regions have all received invitations and are on their way. It seems that this 'Holy Witch' intends to unite many countries to discuss important matters."
"They want to join forces against the Great Yong?"
Li Changle clenched his fist.
"Most likely."
Qin Xiao sneered, "This 'Holy Witch' has been stuck in Qi Refining for many years, and his desire for a higher realm is probably ingrained in his bones. Now that his people have witnessed my methods, they know they can't fight alone, so they want to win over those around them, gather their strength, and try to capture me and interrogate me for the secret to immortality."
"wishful thinking!"
Yu Fengling gave a cold laugh.
"My lord, when shall we depart?"
Yu Qingyi asked directly, and the Cold Water Sword was already humming softly in its sheath.
"No rush."
Qin Xiao waved his hand, "Let them gather first. I want to see just how many 'experts' this Northwest region can produce. Besides, according to Mu Yunshan's investigation, their gathering place, 'Holy Mountain,' seems to be an ancient site, perhaps another place similar to Tiangong Valley."
"My husband wants to..."
Luo Qingluan seemed to be deep in thought.
"To capture everything in one fell swoop, to be inclusive and eclectic."
Qin Xiao said calmly, "Once they are all gathered, I will personally go to the 'Holy Mountain.' At that time, they will either submit, or that Holy Mountain will become their final resting place!"
……
North of the Western Liang Kingdom, at the junction of the Northern Rong Grassland and the remaining ridges of the Wanhe Mountains, stands a solitary peak shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.
This mountain is steep and rugged, with jagged rocks resembling fangs.
Therefore, it was called "Red Tooth Mountain" by the Northern Rong people.
But according to the "holy shamans" of Xiliang, it has an even older name: "Holy Mountain".
Legend has it that in ancient times, a "god" manifested here and left behind a legacy.
Throughout history, the holy shamans of the Western Liang and the high priests of the Northern Rong would regularly come here to offer sacrifices and pray for power and guidance.
Strange phenomena often occur in the mountains, and occasionally herb gatherers or herdsmen claim to have seen "divine light" or "celestial traces," adding to its mystique.
At this moment, on a huge platform carved out by human hands atop Red Fang Mountain, the atmosphere was solemn and heavy.
At the center of the platform is an ancient altar built of massive black stones.
The altar was covered with totems and runes that were blurred and difficult to discern after being eroded by wind and rain.
Around the altar, dozens of figures stood in distinct groups.
On the east side, there is a young woman dressed in a black robe, wearing an eagle feather crown, and with her face covered by a black veil.
It was Wuya, the "Holy Witch" of Western Liang.
Behind her stood more than twenty Western Liang sorcerers of varying strengths.
Among them, there were six "masters" who had reached the later stages of Qi cultivation.
The rest were all "lower masters" at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.
Everyone looked solemn, regarding Wuya as the most respected.
To the north stands a tall, bald old man wearing an animal skin cloak and with his face painted with oil paint—the Bulutai, the High Priest of the Northern Rong.
He was followed by more than ten Northern Rong shamans, each exuding a fierce aura.
They cultivate a primitive method of communicating with the natural spirit, and their spiritual energy fluctuations are quite different from those of cultivators in the Central Plains.
On the south side, there were the fewest people, only seven.
The leader was a short, thin, dark-skinned old man with huge silver rings in his ears, known as Tu Ma, the Witch King of Southern Yunnan.
The person behind him was dressed in brightly colored clothes and covered in bone ornaments.
It also possesses spiritual power, but it is subtle and unpredictable.
In addition, there were several leaders of magic from small countries in the Western Regions such as Cheshi and Kucha, who stood on the edge with only a few followers, appearing weak and isolated.
All eyes were focused on Wuya, the holy shaman of Xiliang, who was performing some kind of ancient ritual in the center of the altar.
Wuya held a bone staff inlaid with animal bones, chanting incantations as the tip of the staff pointed towards a depression in the center of the altar.
Several items were placed inside the recess.
A cracked tortoise shell, a few animal teeth, and a clump of soil gleaming faintly.
And the "Spirit-Seeking Disc" that Qin Xiao casually wiped away the runes and threw back that day.
As Wuya chanted, the blurry totems on the altar began to glow faintly red.
Moments later, red light intertwined above the altar, forming a blurry, dynamic image.
It was on that day in the Wanhe Mountain Basin that Qin Xiao used his Nascent Soul spiritual pressure to intimidate the Xiliang cultivators, retrieve the Spirit-Seeking Disc, and ride away on his escape light!
Although the image was not clear, Qin Xiao's domineering posture and the stunning five-colored escape light still shocked everyone present!
"As you all have seen."
The ceremony ended, and the red light dissipated.
Wuya turned around, her gaze sweeping over the crowd from beneath her black veil. "This person is Qin Xiao, the Emperor of Dayong! He possesses the true power of flight and earth-shattering that we all dream of! The treasures of the Ten Thousand Valleys Mountains must already be in his hands! The power he wields far surpasses our imagination!"
The High Priest of the Northern Rong, Gu Lutai, gleamed with greed: "The Holy Shaman summoned us here to join forces against this person and seize the inheritance?"
"good."
Wuya made no attempt to conceal her opinion, "Although this person is strong, judging from his actions, he seems to have lost much interest in worldly power and authority, and his focus should be on cultivating immortality. He occupies Dayong, which has abundant resources, and now he has obtained the secrets of the Wanhe Mountains. Given time, his strength will surely expand to a point that will suffocate us! At that time, will there still be a place for us in the northwestern kingdoms?"
The Southern Yunnan Witch King Tu Ma said in a sinister tone, "What the Holy Witch says makes sense. According to reports from my Southern Yunnan spies in the Yu Kingdom, Empress Yu Qingyi and her sister, the Imperial Preceptor Yu Fengling, are now living in the harem of Dayong and have probably already received Qin Xiao's true teachings. If this continues, Dayong will become a holy land for cultivating immortality, and we will all become ants."
An old shaman from the Cheshi Kingdom asked in a trembling voice, "But this person's strength is unfathomable. Can we really contend with him if we join forces? That speed of his escape is probably a thousand miles in an instant. How can we capture him? The intensity of his pressure is terrifying even just from seeing it..."
Wuya sneered, slamming her bone staff on the ground: "In a one-on-one fight, naturally no one can match him. But don't forget, everyone, this is the 'Holy Mountain'!"
She surveyed the crowd, her tone enticing: "The Holy Mountain is a site of ancient divine relics, imbued with ancient restrictions. Our Holy Witch Temple has studied it for generations and has mastered some of its manipulation techniques. If we use these mountain's restrictions as a foundation, and combine our collective strength to set up a grand formation, then we can join forces to besiege it, exhausting its spiritual energy. Perhaps we can even capture it!"
"A grand formation?"
Gu Lutai's eyes lit up. "Could it be the legendary ancient formation that can draw upon the earth's spiritual energy and turn the world into a prison?"
"Exactly!"
Wuya nodded. "This formation requires at least three 'Master Perfection' or equivalent practitioners to lead it, while thirty-six 'Lower Masters' are needed. Activated by the residual divine power of the Holy Mountain, its power is boundless! Currently, my Western Liang has six Masters, and with the addition of leaders from the Northern Rong, Southern Dian, and several from the Western Regions, gathering thirty-six formation bases is not difficult. As for the leader, that will naturally be me!"
Gulutai and Tuma exchanged a glance, both seeing the attraction in each other's eyes.
They have been trapped in the Qi Refining Technique for many years, with no way forward.
The opportunity is now right in front of us.
Capture Qin Xiao, interrogate him about the true inheritance, and you might even obtain that heavenly crafted treasure!
The risks are enormous, but the potential rewards are enough to make them risk everything!
"Very well! The Northern Rong agrees to join forces!"
He pounded his chest heavily with his fist.
"Southern Yunnan also wishes to join in this grand undertaking!"
Tu Ma revealed his gleaming white teeth.
Seeing this, the leaders of several small kingdoms in the Western Regions had no choice but to express their agreement.
They are weak, and if they don't participate, they will probably be the first to be purged afterwards.
"In that case, let us swear a blood oath here and now!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Wu Ya's eyes as she was about to slash her palm.
"No need for that."
A calm male voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
"I have arrived!"
Above the altar, space distorted slightly.
A figure dressed in black stood with his hands behind his back, stepping into the void.
He looked down indifferently at the horrified crowd below.
It was Qin Xiao!
Behind him, six women—Luo Qingluan, Yu Qingyi, Mu Ziyan, Yu Fengling, Li Anning, and Li Changle—rode newly crafted flying swords, hovering in the air, their dresses fluttering, like fairies descending to earth.
What's even more chilling is that beside them stand five puppets, each over ten feet tall, radiating five colors of spiritual light: gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow. Each puppet has a different shape but an astonishing aura!
Qin Xiao's gaze fell on Wuya, the leading Holy Witch of Xiliang. "I heard you intend to set up an array to capture me? I'll give you that chance!"