My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 300: Dragon Locking Well Triggers Changes in the World

Chapter 300 -300: Dragon Locking Well Triggers Changes in the World

Hunting at Yujing City!?

Seeing the five characters that emerged,

An Jing could not help but ask in a grave voice, “Master, who gave you this note?”

Hunting at Yujing City, was someone plotting turmoil within Yujing City?

One must know that Yujing City was the capital of Yan Country, not only housing the Great Yan Emperor, Royal Family experts, Imperial Forbidden Army, but also the headquarters of the Xuanyi Guard. On top of that, it was under the watch of the leading sage of Confucianism of the age. Moreover, tens of thousands of Pingyang Guard soldiers were stationed there.

In the Heavenly Prison, the nine layers held countless experts and old monsters. Before this, countless peerless martial artists had attempted prison breaks, only to fail to rescue those detained within and, instead, meet their own demise.

It could be said, for many martial artists of Jianghu, Yujing City was indeed the most perilous place in the Great Yan Martial World, and yet now, someone was planning to strike at Yujing City?

Who was this person, or rather, who was this faction?

Xi Hafu shook his head, expressionless as he said, “This monk does not know who this person is.”

Does not know!?

An Jing looked at Xi Hafu’s expression, unsure whether the master in front of him truly did not know, or if he knew but was unwilling to say.

Xi Hafu walked over to the corpse on Yemo Tai and gently wiped over the clothing, subsequently cleaning the fresh blood from his hand, “There are three feng shui treasures in Yujing City. The first is the Great Yan Palace, within it lies the dynastic dragon qi of the Great Yan Dynasty, and right now, it is at the peak of uniting the land under heaven, hence the True Dragon Qi is extraordinarily rich. The second is the Heavenly Prison, holding countless capable and extraordinary individuals, Grandmaster-level experts. The third is the Dragon Locking Well forged by the Great Yan Dynasty, sealing within it the Earth Veins, where vast amounts of nature’s spiritual energy reside.”

“To me, the Dragon Locking Well is much more critical than the other two combined,” he continued.

Upon hearing this, An Jing said, “So for this hunting at Yujing City, Master plans to go?”

Among all the masters of the Five Qi he had seen, Old Su beside the Crown Prince had the most average cultivation among the Five Qi Grandmasters. He possessed the ways of the Five Qi Grandmasters, but nothing beyond that.

Aside from Old Su, there was Xi Hafu before him, whose strength was inferior to that of Qin Shan, Jun Qinglin, and Qi Xuan Dao.

The most formidable among the current Five Qi Grandmaster-level experts was undoubtedly Zongzheng Huachun of Houjin, for he severed Jun Qinglin’s last breath.

The evidence spoke for itself.

Though Xi Hafu may not be considered formidable among the many of the Five Qi, he was still an apex expert among the Five Qi Grandmaster-level experts, standing at the pinnacle in the world.

If he were to go to Yujing City, it would inevitably cause a profound earthquake.

After all, during this hunt, how many experts would come? Was their target the Dragon Locking Well?

No one knew.

The Human Emperor’s intention had previously seemed to An Jing to be a countermeasure to the pincer attack by Houjin and Zhao Country, but now it appeared not as simple as An Jing had thought.

Xi Hafu nodded slightly, “The resurrection of Buddha’s relics requires a vast amount of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence, or even purer Innate Qi; naturally, this monk has to go.”

An Jing also looked at the inhuman remains behind Xi Hafu, “Can a person really come back from the dead?”

Xi Hafu said, “Naturally, people cannot, but a Buddha can.”

An Jing further inquired, “Aren’t people Buddhas too?”

Xi Hafu counter-questioned, “If people were Buddhas, why would people worship Buddhas instead of Buddhas worshipping people?”

“Be it Buddha or man,” he continued, “is like life and death in the mortal world, merely resting on a single sword.”

An Jing looked at the expanse of yellow sand before him, slowly sheathing the Blood Tears Sword back into its box.

All matters under heaven are but a matter of a sword.

All beings under heaven are also within a single sword.

Xi Hafu said, “You are disrespectful to Buddha.”

An Jing retorted, “Does Buddha need respect?”

Xi Hafu paused for a moment, then said, “Buddha does not need it.”

An Jing smiled and asked, “What does Buddha need?”

Xi Hafu also smiled, “Buddha needs nothing at all.”

One man and one monk stood amidst the swirling sands, both gazing into the distance, neither speaking further.

…..

In Jiangnan Dao, among a bamboo forest,

a man dressed in plain clothes walked through the bamboo like a walking corpse, his eyes almost entirely devoid of color, showing only a hint of lifelessness.

Following him was an old man dressed in gorgeous clothes with ruddy cheeks and the appearance of a child, despite his white hair.

The old man, filled with life, contrasted sharply with the younger man exuding an aura of death.

These were Jiang Renyi and Jiang Shang.

The two had traveled from the border of Zhao Country to the territory of Yan Country.

Jiang Shang looked around at the surrounding bamboo sea and said, “Yu State City is truly a fine place.”

He seemed to fall into reminiscing about life in Yu State City.

At that time, he was just an ordinary old man, doing odd jobs at the horse track every day, and in his leisure time, fishing and drinking.

But such an easy and comfortable life did not make him happy.

It was then Jiang Shang understood that some people were suited for this kind of ordinary and quiet life, while others were inherently unsuited, and he was one of those unsuited people.

Jiang Renyi did not speak, as if he hadn’t heard Jiang Shang’s words, or as if he was unwilling to continue the conversation.

Jiang Shang went on speaking regardless, not caring whether Jiang Renyi was listening.

He spoke of the joy when he was fishing, the amusing incidents when watching over the horse track, and even the cruel scene when he killed the little maid….

All his thoughts, whether worries or troubles, he just talked on.

“Back then, after I killed that young doctor, I left; I just didn’t expect that he would turn out to be a top swordsman……..”

Jiang Shang got to that point when suddenly he halted his words, looking towards the deep bamboo forest.

The deep part of the bamboo forest was hit by a wild wind that swept through, forming waves of green, with countless fallen leaves twinkling with a terrifying cold light.

“Hiss! Hiss!”

And these leaves, carrying a chilling sharpness, were all blocked by the Protective True Qi as they came close to Jiang Shang.

The wild wind gradually subsided, and an eight-bearer palanquin appeared in the midst of the bamboo.

Carrying the palanquin were four pale-faced young women with no blood color on their faces, looking like lonely souls and wild ghosts crawling out of the Underworld, which was extremely unsettling.

There were curtains in the palanquin that obstructed the view, so it was impossible to see clearly who was inside.

But Jiang Shang scanned the walking steps of the four women and the shaking of the palanquin, guessing that there should be a woman inside.

Jiang Shang raised his eyebrows and said, “Black Ice Platform!?”

A crisp voice came from inside the palanquin, “I have long heard the great name of Sect Hierarch Jiang; today, I finally have the chance to meet.”

This voice was shrill and piercing, like the cry of ghosts and the howl of wolves, inexplicably making one feel a chill.

Jiang Renyi’s heart clenched, unable to help but look over.

“I do not like those who hide their faces and show their tails.”

Having said that, Jiang Shang’s Qi Force surged majestically from his body, like a tornado rushing towards the front.

The four women quickly circulated the Qi in their Dantian to block the incoming Qi Force, but as soon as they touched it, their bodies shook and they rapidly retreated backward.

At this moment, a milky white True Qi surged from within the palanquin, directly dissolving Jiang Shang’s Qi Force.

Innate True Qi!

Jiang Shang narrowed his eyes, “Qin Shan?”

At the battle of Zhong Mountain, Qin Shan of the Black Ice Platform overpowered Crown Prince Su Tianze, a Five Qi Grandmaster, and this battle made Qin Shan’s name, along with the title of the World’s First Sword of the Ghost Swordsman, resound throughout the world.

Now, almost no one in the world does not know of Qin Shan’s name.

The exceptional Innate True Qi in hand, even among Five Qi Grandmasters, is a top existence, and whether full strength was truly used on Zhong Mountain is still debatable.

The frightening strength of the Black Ice Platform once more sent shockwaves throughout the masses.

“Indeed.”

Sitting inside the palanquin, Qin Shan said, “That day atop Dongluo Pass, Sect Hierarch Jiang exhibited great righteousness in exterminating your kin; and yet atop Zhong Mountain, why do you suddenly shrink back in fear?”

In the battle of Zhong Mountain, Mu Yuan Great Dharma King naturally wanted to rely on Jiang Shang to jointly kill the Crown Prince, but Jiang Shang outright refused, leaving Mu Yuan Great Dharma King with no choice but to let the matter go.

After all, Jiang Shang’s Cultivation seemed to be slightly above his, and he couldn’t be forceful.

Jiang Shang said indifferently, “I do not wish to become someone else’s knife.”

Qin Shan shook her head and said, “You are afraid.”

Jiang Shang asked, “Afraid of what?”

Qin Shan said, “Afraid of the Dulu Sword.”

Jiang Shang said, “Why should I fear the Dulu Sword?”

Qin Shan said, “After all, the sharpest knife in the world is made merely from leftover materials.”

The strongest person in the Sword Dao of the world today is none other than Qi Xuan Dao, and the Minghong Blade in his hand was formed naturally from the leftover materials of the Dulu Sword.

Jiang Shang just smiled and remained silent.

Because there was no point in arguing with someone about something that didn’t happen.

Qin Shan continued, “The knife of Sect Hierarch Jiang is sharp and cold, most suitable for killing, and I am precisely in need of such a knife.”

Jiang Shang said calmly, “You are one of the rare Five Qi Grandmasters in the world, and indeed I cannot match you face-to-face, but if I wish to escape, you might not be able to stop me.”

Qin Shan’s voice suddenly became extremely cold, “You can escape, but can he?”

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

Following that, a stream of milky white True Qi surged out from the palanquin, heading straight for Jiang Renyi.

Jiang Renyi was a Half-step Master, among the top experts in the Great Yan Martial World, yet in the world at large he could only be considered average, and what’s more when facing the highest level of experts, a Five Qi Grandmaster?

He could see the milky-white True Qi rushing toward him, but he simply couldn’t dodge it.

“Thud!”

The milky-white True Qi directly pierced through his shoulder, and blood immediately ‘gurgled’ out. Jiang Renyi let out a stifled grunt, and large beads of sweat poured down in an instant.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shang stood still, not moving in the slightest as if he hadn’t seen anything.

He clearly could’ve intervened, but he did not.

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Upon witnessing this scene, Qin Shan inwardly exclaimed as expected.

Everyone in the world knew Jiang Shang’s emotions were not apparent on his face, utterly unfeeling and heartless, with not a single trace of emotion deep within him, which meant he had no weaknesses other than himself.

Even as Jiang Renyi was nearly killed before his eyes, he didn’t even twitch an eyelid.

As if the one about to die wasn’t his son, but just an ant on the ground, a mayfly in the world.

Such a state of mind was truly terrifying.

Jiang Renyi’s heart completely chilled.

Faced with such murderous intent from Qin Shan, Jiang Shang actually turned a blind eye, not moving an inch!?

Jiang Shang’s face was expressionless, his eyes carrying a trace of a strange smile, “It seems that your skill in the Finger Technique is not profound, that finger missed the heart by two inches.”

Qin Shan said, “I am impressed by Elder Sect Hierarch Jiang. This blade not only injures others but also oneself; I am unable to handle your blade.”

Jiang Shang replied indifferently, “If this is the extent of your abilities, I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong person.”

His heart was ice-cold, long devoid of any place for others, so he had no armor to protect himself, and likewise, he had no vulnerabilities.

Even if facing a Five Qi Grandmaster, so what?

He, Jiang Shang, would not submit to anyone’s hand.

Jiang Shang was simply Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang was exactly Jiang Shang.

Qin Shan peered through the curtain, as if trying to see the old man with kind eyes and a benevolent gaze ahead, while Jiang Shang also looked toward the interior of the sedan chair.

It seemed as if the two were making eye contact.

Qin Shan couldn’t see anything, maybe because of the layer of cloth, or perhaps because Jiang Shang’s heart was already in the depths of an abyss, beyond her sight.

“Then I shall speak frankly,” she said.

Several breaths later, Qin Shan took a deep breath and said, “Elder Sect Hierarch Jiang once dedicated himself to overthrowing the Great Yan Dynasty. Now that the world is hunting Yan, it’s a perfect opportunity, and breaking the powerful Yan artifact, Dragon Locking Well, is of utmost importance. Once the Dragon Locking Well is broken, the world will be clear, and Great Yan will surely fall.”

Dragon Locking Well!?

Upon hearing these three words, Jiang Shang’s expression remained unchanged, but inside, he felt as if struck by thunder.

Why did he collaborate with Mu Yuan Great Dharma King in the past, if not for this Dragon Locking Well?

In the ancient texts he obtained, it was said that there were two places in the world with a vast amount of Undying Blood. One of them was still beyond reach, but the other was the Dragon Locking Well in Great Yan.

As long as he entered the Dragon Locking Well and obtained the Undying Blood, his Cultivation would directly reach the Five Qi Realm, and with the reinforcement of the Undying Blood, who in this world, where no Great Grandmaster emerges, could be his opponent?

Jiang Shang’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Does the Black Ice Platform have plans for the Dragon Locking Well?”

He had been waiting for Zhao Country and Houjin to join forces in attacking Yan Country, and when Yan Country was internally vulnerable, he planned to sneak into the Dragon Locking Well and obtain the Undying Blood.

Now that the Black Ice Platform intended to make a move on the Dragon Locking Well, naturally, it was good news for Jiang Shang.

Qin Shan said, “The world has long suffered because of the Dragon Locking Well, and my Black Ice Platform is willing to give it a try on behalf of all. I wonder if Elder Sect Hierarch Jiang is willing to lend a helping hand?”

Jiang Shang calmly said, “My skills are not yet able to stir the winds and clouds of the world, but I will watch with interest your schemes.”

Having said that, Jiang Shang began walking away with Jiang Renyi’s arm in tow.

Jiang Renyi, enduring the severe pain, felt a surge of towering hatred welling up within him.

It wasn’t until their figures disappeared into the bamboo forest that Qin Shan slowly emerged.

A woman beside her spoke, “Granny, will Jiang Shang go to Yujing City?”

“He will, definitely.”

Qin Shan’s lips curled into a cold smile, “There’s something beneath the Dragon Locking Well that he desires most. If I’m not wrong, he is the sharpest blade in the world, even more fearsome than the Minghong Blade. But one day, he will become a blade in my hand.”

Qin Shan’s words were filled with immense confidence, as if she were already witnessing Jiang Shang’s submission before her.

Everyone has weaknesses.

The same goes for blades.

……

The Imperial Decree of the Great Yan Emperor spread throughout the lands, and at this time, many experts who received the decree made their way to Yujing City.

After all, on the lands of the Great Yan Dynasty, the Emperor’s Imperial Decree was the heavens—an irrefutable existence.

And with the appearance of Houjin experts from the Great Snow Mountain and high-ranking masters from Zhao Country atop Zhong Mountain, the people of Yan Country felt the crisis drawing ever nearer. The upheaval in the world was on the verge of breaking out.

Perhaps it would happen tomorrow, perhaps today, or even at this very moment.

The great shifts in the world, whether for masters or ordinary citizens, made them all part of the grand tides of the world. They moved with these tides and were swayed by them.

In this world, how many truly had the power to influence the course of these grand tides?

Even some legendary old figures from Jianghu emerged one after another, pouring into Yujing City.

For a time, within Yujing City, the winds rose, and undercurrents surged. From all directions, the clouds stirred,

On the thirteenth of March, inside the eastern gate of Yujing City.

An ordinary day could not get more ordinary, as Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of Rites stood outside the city gate to wait.

Before long, two Taoists dressed in Daoist robes appeared in the distance.

The one leading wore a white long robe, donned a Daoist crown, and had his hair tied up in a Daoist bun. His appearance was that of being in his early thirties, with a face sharp as a blade. His eyes, capable of reflecting the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth, were pure and seemingly bottomless, and his skin was as clear and radiant as jade.

Simply by standing there, he could attract everyone’s gaze.

He was the State Preceptor of Great Yan, Xiao Qianqiu.

Beside Xiao Qianqiu stood an old Taoist who appeared to be in his fifties, with an ordinary face and tattered clothes that didn’t strike any attention. This Taoist was Luo Chongyang.

Xiao Qianqiu, looking at the city gate before him, couldn’t help smiling, “Uncle Master, it’s been more than ten years since I last came to Yujing City.”

Luo Chongyang said, “Your master comes every year, and your second uncle can hardly wait to move Zhenyi Mountain here. But in my view, not coming here is better than coming.”

Xiao Qianqiu asked, “And you, Uncle Master?”

Luo Chongyang looked at the unfamiliar city gate and said, “This is my second visit.”

Xiao Qianqiu stroked the Daoist robe in his hand and remained silent.

Ye Ding, Yu Ying, and Luo Chongyang, the three senior brothers, seemed to represent three extremes. In their hearts, their focus on the Dao, power, and interest all varied.

Luo Chongyang was the one who most resembled a Taoist dedicated to cultivating the Dao, while Yu Ying and Ye Ding came next, appearing more like opportunistic Taoists who discussed the Dao in terms of power and influence.

Therefore, back on Zhenyi Mountain, Luo Chongyang had some grievances towards Ye Ding and Yu Ying in his heart.

Why was he so fond of the Ghost Swordsman An Jing? Because in addition to An Jing’s unparalleled talents, his personality was independent, unburdened by power, and he valued friendship over personal gain.

In the Ghost Swordsman, Luo Chongyang seemed to see some of his own reflection.

At this time, Zhu Yongfang stepped forward, respectfully saying, “State Preceptor!”

“Minister Zhu, you flatter me.”

Xiao Qianqiu smiled as he glanced at Zhu Yongfang.

Zhu Yongfang asked with some surprise, “Does the State Preceptor still remember me?”

Xiao Qianqiu nodded, “I remember. The last time I came here, Minister Zhu also hosted me, standing just to the rear left of Minister Mao.”

Zhu Yongfang exclaimed, “The State Preceptor is truly remarkable, to remember so clearly after all these years.”

When Xiao Qianqiu last visited, Zhu Yongfang had been the Assistant Minister of Rites and had hosted Xiao Qianqiu alongside the former Minister of Rites, Mao Zixiao. He didn’t expect that after so many years, Xiao Qianqiu would still remember that scene so vividly.

Once Zhu Yongfang realized this, he quickly said, “Please, the State Preceptor, this way inside.”

Xiao Qianqiu and Luo Chongyang entered one of the most bustling cities in the world. At that time, the streets were thriving, the shops on both sides were open, and pedestrians were coming and going ceaselessly. The bustling scene was a stark contrast to that in a remote countryside.

Luo Chongyang couldn’t help saying, “How good would it be if every place in the world were like this?”

In the next moment, Luo Chongyang’s body merged with this part of the world—the streets, the people—as if he was the streets, the people, the pebble on the ground.

After a long silence, Xiao Qianqiu said, “The world cannot become the world in Uncle Master’s mind.”

Luo Chongyang looked at his nephew, “Why can’t it?”

Xiao Qianqiu swept a glance over the bustling street and whispered, “I’ve contemplated this question as well and have gathered some insights from my master, Uncle Master, and junior uncle.”

Luo Chongyang couldn’t help asking, “What is it?”

Xiao Qianqiu’s eyes were clear, and he spoke calmly, “Cultivating the great Dao cannot save the millions in this world, it can only save oneself.”

With that, Xiao Qianqiu headed towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Cultivating the great Dao cannot save the masses?

Luo Chongyang looked at his nephew.

In a daze, a faint white light emerged behind Xiao Qianqiu.

At that moment, a tremendous Qi Force surged into the boundless azure sky, causing the sea of clouds to churn. Then, a vast shadow seemed to appear above the sky, standing over Yujing City, its calm eyes looking down upon the world.

Today, the State Preceptor of Great Yan entered Yujing City to have an audience with the Great Yan Emperor.

……..

PS: The plot surrounding the Dragon Locking Well is slowly transitioning towards its climax. It’s quite challenging to write, and my state wavers; I’ll update as much as I can manage.