The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 641 - 149: There’s a Ghost!

How does one aggravate a god to the brink of cursing?

It requires a series of provocations.

The Sword Sect, with Baili Liuyun, secretly established a divine temple for Qian Qian in a very concealed place, and given the constraints, even a humble temple was still called a divine temple.

Yet, when this small and simple temple was built, it still left some traces.

Wang Wanqiu infiltrated the Sword Sect to investigate peculiarities that had recently arisen within the sect.

Since she was there anyway and had nothing better to do, she decided to take a stroll in the vicinity.

Accidentally, she came across the hidden passage Baili Liuyun had concealed, sensing a major secret within, Wang Wanqiu naturally saw no reason not to explore it. Before entering, she specifically left a mark, making it easier for others to find their way to it.

Following the passage to its end, Wang Wanqiu saw a sinister-looking temple, with only a giant eyeball placed on the shrine.

As she looked upon the eyeball, it seemed to gaze back at her. Wang Wanqiu felt the light from the flame in her hand distort, a strange and terrifying sensation rising from the depths of her heart, even driving her to the impulse of wanting to submit to this eye and crawl before it, pleading for mercy.

No sooner had this idea formed than Wang Wanqiu felt a surge of revolt.

A mere giant eyeball wants me to submit? Then what is the meaning of my cultivation?

Wang Wanqiu didn’t say anything more, she drew her sword and struck.

The fierce Sword Qi flashed by, and the shrine along with the giant eyeball was cleaved in two, finally dispelling that suffocating feeling of submission.

What do they call a brash person?

Wang Wanqiu had just heaved a sigh of relief when her expression became stern again. She could feel the gaze of something mighty upon her, a presence far beyond her ability to contend with.

Under immense pressure, Wang Wanqiu’s legs trembled slightly. This was the intimidating aura of a superior being. Wang Wanqiu planted her sword into the ground to support herself as the Demonic Qi within her went into overdrive, countering this sudden surge of pressure.

The suddenly descending will was none other than Qian Qian’s.

Having just enlightened a new acolyte the day before, Qian Qian was in a good mood, ready to sleep indefinitely, but she was rudely awakened.

The large eyeball that Baili Liuyun worshipped contained a sliver of the divinity left by Qian Qian. Only in this way, when Baili Liuyun brought devotees here, would they truly convert into Qian Qian’s followers.

Baili Liuyun’s summoning of all disciples to return was also for the purpose of lining them up to become Qian Qian’s devotees. It didn’t matter if they weren’t believers before entering, because after beholding the eyeball, they would submit, and as new acolytes, naturally cooperate in deceiving more people into coming.

However, such a perfect plan was proposed by Baili Liuyun but Qian Qian refused, demanding he first preach and then bring people over.

It could be said that Qian Qian was cautious enough to be gold-bodied for safety’s sake, but how had she been discovered and attacked despite hiding so deeply?

The angry Qian Qian traced the lingering divinity and found her way here, and upon her will’s arrival, Wang Wanqiu found even standing to be extraordinarily difficult.

Qian Qian had intended to curse the Mortal, but upon closer inspection, she realized that this was not just any Mortal, but a member of the Demon Race.

Even better. While killing mortals still gives her pause, and though killing one or two doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not too many, such taboos are best left untouched.

If the one who destroyed the altar had been from the Human Race, Qian Qian would have merely scolded her and perhaps punished her by converting her into a believer.

But for a Demon, it’s different. Killing one would be a futile act.

With this thought, Qian Qian was moved to kill. Even though she descended just as a will, the chasm between them was gargantuan. With a mere thought, she could make Wang Wanqiu die in agony.

This too was the rightful consequence of desecrating the sacred altar.

However, just before taking action, Qian Qian hesitated.

No, no, what is this ominous premonition?

She had the feeling that by slaying this bold and arrogant Demon, she herself might end up in trouble.

This was a divine warning.

Qian Qian held back the power that could have obliterated Wang Wanqiu, pondering the implication behind this.

Her divine premonition wasn’t due to an inability to kill Wang Wanqiu, which meant that Wang Wanqiu was a significant figure. Eliminating her might bring Qian Qian trouble.

With that thought, Qian Qian couldn’t help but contemplate carefully. Any normal demon would know that Demons and Gods stand opposed; daring to destroy the altar was tantamount to courting death. So why did this Demon involve herself? Could there be a scheme behind it?

"Who is trying to draw me into a trap?"

Qian Qian was extremely apprehensive, resisting the urge to unleash her divine arts and investigate the lines of cause and effect surrounding Wang Wanqiu.

This divine art drained a significant amount of Divine Power, something that wouldn’t recover without the worship of hundreds of followers. But Qian Qian had always been cautious. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lived so steadily since becoming a god, and although she spent most of her years asleep and her following wasn’t flourishing, she was still alive, wasn’t she?

Fortunately for her, the lines of cause and effect on Wang Wanqiu were few, indicating that she had simple relationships and rarely caused trouble; otherwise, Qian Qian would have to expend even more Divine Power.

Following the thicker lines of cause and effect and looking down one of them, she saw Baili Liuyun, her own acolyte, who harbored ill feelings toward Wang Wanqiu.

Looking down another line, she saw Gao Qing, another follower, also with a grudge against Wang Wanqiu.

Good lord, have I been dragged into this because of my own acolytes?

What kind of luck is that!

Qian Qian had a thousand curses in her heart, but as a divine being, it’s unseemly to curse.

"I should see who she’s close to!"

There were only two lines representing close relationships, and by following one to the end, Qian Qian saw Lin Yun.

Her face turned green on the spot.

How is it this guy again!

He’s trouble, he’s trouble. Indeed, not killing Wang Wanqiu was the right move, otherwise, provoking this unlucky guy would have been troublesome.

Qian Qian felt she had almost found her answer, and there was no need to follow the other lines, but since she was here, she might as well check the remaining one too!

Following the causality line to its end, Qian Qian saw a huge white tiger that seemed to sense her prying, and with a roar that made her scalp tingle.

"White Tiger!"

Qian Qian was stunned.

Was the Demon Queen’s backing this solid?

And how come the White Tiger was mingling with the Demon Race? Could there be some unknown secrets behind this...

Qian Qian found herself getting a bit nervous; even as a Divine Spirit, touching on these matters still scared her a bit.

She wasn’t mistaken, the stronger backing behind Wang Wanqiu was indeed the White Tiger.

No wonder she had a premonition, if she had killed Wang Wanqiu and gotten the attention of the White Tiger, would she even be able to run away?

He’s trouble, he’s trouble, better skedaddle!

Qian Qian decided to play it safe first. It was just a matter of dismantling a Divine Altar, no big deal among her own kind.

It was just when Qian Qian had decided to retreat that two more people arrived.

No, on a closer look, these two weren’t human.

One was a girl with the blood of the gods, blood that was still active, meaning that god was still alive?

Qian Qian became tense again. Where did another god come from? Not knowing the other’s strength, she didn’t dare to recklessly stir up trouble. The relationships between gods weren’t always friendly, sometimes even tenser than between demons and gods.

Qian Qian then observed the other person, and what she saw was big news, this was also a demon, and definitely came from no ordinary origin. However, Qian Qian reluctantly refrained from using her Divine Arts to peer into Wu Xin’s past, as long as it had nothing to do with her, she would let her be.

Qian Qian just hoped they would leave quickly; her remaining divine essence was still attached to a large pearl, and as long as it was repaired now, she would basically suffer no losses. The most important thing about this Divine Altar was the bit of divinity in it anyway.

Qian Qian’s prayers were destined to be in vain, as Yu Jiaolong spotted Wang Wanqiu and launched an attack first, and the pressure on Wang Wanqiu had dissipated long ago. Now seeing an attack incoming, she reacted quickly and casually released a burst of Sword Qi.

Wu Xin, hidden in the dark, watched the fight, ready to snatch the diary and sell out her teammates.

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

Without the Divine Sword, Yu Jiaolong fighting Wang Wanqiu was surprisingly not at a disadvantage. Seizing the opportunity, she executed her Divine Arts; Gengjin’s Qi turned into a shadow of sword Qi and struck at Wang Wanqiu, who blocked them all. However, the brilliance of the swords didn’t fade but instead caused Wang Wanqiu’s sword to become sluggish.

The slight aftermath hit near the Divine Altar.

Qian Qian: "..."

Back in my day, all of you would be dead for this.

But now, she held back.

With a whoosh, another burst of Gengjin Sword Qi flew past, and with a smack, it toppled a table, scattering the ashes left by Baili Liuyun’s daily offerings all over the floor.

"I’ll endure, it’s just some spilled incense ashes, nothing serious. Becoming visible would tangle me in causality, not worth it."

Qian Qian kept persuading herself, watching the flashing swords, she screamed inside, "Stop fighting, if you have to fight do it outside, I need to fix the Divine Temple!"

Maybe her inner calling had an effect, as Wang Wanqiu and Yu Jiaolong both stopped.

However, it wasn’t because they suddenly stopped fighting, but because they were in sync, brewing their ultimate moves.

One with surging Demonic Qi, the other with a rush of Divine Power, all their forces converging at their fingertips. This was a showdown between Divine Power and Magic Power, and judging by the level of the forces, shaking the entire underground space to collapse wouldn’t be difficult at all.

Qian Qian felt as if she saw her own Divine Temple in the Underground Palace collapse due to an inexplicable earthquake, and now that she had finally settled the temple in a new place, these people were here fighting again.

You won’t be satisfied until you’ve demolished my home, right?

Even a clay figure has a third of anger, let alone Qian Qian, a true god.

Just as two immensely strong forces were about to collide, Yu Jiaolong and Wang Wanqiu were first slapped against the wall, the gathered forces naturally dissipated instantly.

Wu Xin was munching on melon seeds, wondering what happened as the two fighters neatly hit the wall. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Without a doubt, this was a sealed space with no outsiders.

Which meant...

There’s a ghost here!