The Villain s White Lotus Halo
He finally stood at the highest point in the world
Translated by Vaishu
Edited by Vaishu
“What did Ol ‘Five say in his letter?”
When are you coming back?
“Can you make it in time for the new year?”
Yan Xing was clearly very happy.
Liu Shushuang shook her head, “I’m afraid not.”
He’s getting ready to ascend to the throne. “
Unlike Yan Xing, the focus of his attention was’ So my junior apprentice-brother is the royal family, the two hundred years of plum rain brewing in the imperial cellar can be casually drunk and ha-ha ha ‘.
Now that he heard his senior sister say that he was going to ascend the throne, he still looked like he was betting in the gambling den with a fan in his head.
“Senior apprentice-brothers and sisters, please accept my words.”
It was early winter in the Northern Land this year, and the first snow had fallen.
It’s just that the weather is even colder. I wonder how is Cang Ya Mountain, has Second Sister added any more clothes? …
Liu Shushuang paused, “I won’t be reading this part.”
“Fifth Junior Brother asks how everyone is doing …”
She directly flipped to the next page, only then did Yin Biyue realize that she had spent an entire page of nonsense to write, and couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.
“The general situation has just been decided, and the rebels have been purged.
“My father is old. On the third auspicious day of next month, I will be the one to carry out the Rites of Heavenly Worship.”
When the last half-page was filled with serious business, everyone’s faces turned solemn.
Only Jun Yu had no reaction from beginning to end. It was as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him without any change in its expression.
He knew why Duan Chong Xuan had come to Cangya. His master didn’t have many relationships with Duan Sheng’an, but he was old friends with the headmaster. Thus, he accepted his recommendation letter and accepted Duan Chong Xuan into his sect.
It had a lot of implications, many of which were related to the Northern Lu Family.
However, when Duan Chong Xuan went to pay respects to his teacher, he was one of the disciples of Di Hua Feng. They all treated him as a junior brother, so the identity of the crown prince had to be further relegated.
In the past, in the future.
“Seven days ago, the Imperial Guards caught four Demonic cultivators at their secret location. They are spies of the Twelve Palaces of the Devil Dao.”
“The entire capital has been under martial law. Recently, there have been reports of garrisons and there are traces of demonic cultivators on the easternmost coast …”
There were demonic cultivators in the Northern Land. Yin Biyue frowned. The Twelve Palaces had never been compatible with each other before, but now, they seemed to have reached an agreement and came out of the Eastern Continent together.
“I received news that the Golden Palace left the snowy plains.
“The two palaces, Jade Flower and Jade Tree have been building ships and crossing the sea on a large scale. The Shining Sun and Zhuo Yue have been interacting closely with each other recently, and they also have some intention of joining the alliance. The two Palace Masters, Cold Sky and West Water have taken people to the Falling Star Cave. I’m afraid they have some deep plans …”
He knew of Duan Chongxuan’s unique background; however, he never expected the North King’s intelligence network to be so extraordinary and the East Continent’s situation was well-known.
Liu Shushuang finished reading the letter, “There is no good news, but the situation is now much clearer.”
“Yu Zhan Mei crossed the South Sea today, and I too will descend the mountain.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the hall.
Yin Biyue and the others got up, and just then Yan Xing shouted.
“Senior Sister!”
“I heard that the witch is cunning and vicious. You have to be careful!”
Liu Shushuang’s figure blurred as she waved her hand from afar without turning her head. It was a sign of agreement.
The crowd stood outside the hall, watching her shrink to an inch. In the blink of an eye, she was already at the foot of the mountain path.
When Yan Yi saw Luo Mingchuan’s figure out of the corner of his eye, he still felt his face burn a little. He didn’t know how to open his mouth, so he followed Jun Yu and Yan Xing toward Xi Hua Feng.
He could clearly feel a gaze behind him. It used to be warm like the sun, but now it inexplicably felt like a fiercely burning flame, the temperature scorching.
After Jun Yu had left to practice his sword skills at the edge of the cliff, before Yan Xing returned to the courtyard, he suddenly turned around and asked, “Fourth brother, what happened between you and Luo Mingchuan?”
The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more shocked he became.
He didn’t expect that even the thick-skinned Yan Xing would be able to tell that something was amiss.
Fortunately, he didn’t have much of an expression on his face. Even though he was extremely nervous, his expression was as cold as usual, “Nothing …”
The journey to the Eastern Lands has been filled with enlightenment, and I have never been diligently cultivating since I returned to the mountain peaks. I wish to go into seclusion for a few days and find an opportunity to make a breakthrough.
His tone was stiff, but Yan Xing didn’t pay attention to him. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said, “Breaking through is like eating and drinking. You’re stronger than me in the past …”
It could be said that he had a bright future!
“Hahaha!”
With that, he untied the wine gourd on his waist and took a huge gulp before returning to his own courtyard in satisfaction.
Yin Biyue had been in closed-door cultivation for seven days, and he had been practicing the sword for three days.
However, he knew that his thoughts were not calm. He had no hope of breaking through, and he did not force the issue.
When he came out of seclusion, he heard that Yan Xing had gone down the mountain.
“You can go down as well.”
The eldest senior brother said.
Yin Biyue nodded.
When opening the great formation, one would need to use ‘Chun Shan Xiao’ to suppress the formation, making it difficult for him to easily leave the mountain.
Therefore, he would always bid farewell to others and send them off the peak.
Luo Mingchuan had been busy lately, writing letters in the Qing He Palace, and had even divided the Cangya disciples into twenty teams based on their cultivation techniques and realms. Some of them were already patrolling the western lands.
But every night, in the dead of the night, when the candles were lit, he would always remember that night and feel endless remorse.
The way he was handling things this time was too appropriate. Since junior brother didn’t know anything, he should slowly guide the explanation. How could he avoid this?
There were times when he felt that he shouldn’t have the heart to think about such things in the face of such chaos.
Cheng Tianyu had come to represent Qing Lu to form an alliance, but the secret token had already arrived yesterday.
After discussing with his master, Luo Mingchuan decided to go down the mountain.
Thus, Yin Biyue was in front of the mountain gate, he encountered Luo Mingchuan.
They looked at each other in the bitter north wind.
“Junior apprentice-brother is going down the mountain?”
Yin Biyue nodded.
“Do you have a direction?”
He shook his head.
“Why don’t we go together?”
He wanted to nod, but he felt embarrassed, so he opened his mouth and said, “I will go with you, Shixiong.”
After speaking, he frowned. His Senior Brother had always been upright and unperturbed. That night, he had been too preposterous, and his Senior Brother had rushed out of the door. Could it be that he was disgusted with him?
For a moment, he didn’t know whether he should agree or not.
He was an honest man, and he would have thought so only because he was confused and fascinated by the situation.
Luo Mingchuan didn’t know what he was thinking, but hearing him say ‘follow senior brother,’ he couldn’t help but laugh, “Then let’s go.”
Yin Biyue lowered his eyes and walked a few steps closer to him, pressing the corner of his mouth.
He forgot to ask where he was going.
As he walked, he said, “That Asian Sage from the Qing Lu went to the BoPiao Sect, but he did not send any news back.”
The Elders of the profound sect were trapped by the Western Water Palace’s Demonic cultivators in the Southern Land, Mount Zhong, and Song Tang were also held up by others. These things were too coincidental …
Let’s go take a look at Parasol first.
“Time is of the essence. I plan to cross the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range.”
The Hundred Thousand Mountain Range was the north-south boundary of the Western Land, and the jurisdiction of the Cangya Mountain and the Parasol was also based on this boundary.
The terrain of the mountains was extremely dangerous, and there were many vicious beasts and bandits.
However, with their current realms, there was naturally nothing to fear.
Yin Biyue nodded, “I will listen to you.”
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The Parasol Sect has nine palaces and twelve monasteries.
All the temples and temples were filled with incense all the year-round. From afar, the green smoke shrouded the entire palace. Even the eaves and gold tiles of the palace were faintly discernible.
Only the highest of the Hengduan Mountains had no smoke, only the rolling sea of clouds.
A middle-aged Daoist stood on the sea of clouds.
His eyes were slightly closed, his face slightly pale. His robe was billowed by the fierce wind, and his hair was a little messy.
If one were to reach the realm, they would be able to tell that what surrounded him was not a gale, but countless sword Qis.
The sword Qi spread across the sea of clouds, and the middle-aged Daoist remained as unmoving as a mountain.
“Zhou Yuandao, what ability do you have …”
This light teasing voice came from the top of the mountain above the Cloud Sea. It was as light as the wind.
When it landed, it was like a thunderclap.
Smoke and wind rose up from the sea of clouds, colliding with the sword qi that was shooting out at high speeds. Hence, everyone within a hundred miles could hear the rumbling thunder.
At the center of the thunder, the middle-aged Daoist’s face grew even paler.
Yu He, who was rumored to have been severely injured by the Sword Saint, was now standing on the summit of the mountain, unharmed.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the sea of clouds with an indifferent expression.
The person who spoke just now was not him, but the person sitting on the branch of the pine tree that grew out from the edge of the cliff.
Covered in a black robe, that person’s posture was casual and unrestrained, as if he was sitting in his own backyard watching the flowers look at the clouds.
It was hard to kill an Asian saint.
Success is significant, as are the consequences of failure.
Thus, Yu Dai and his allies were well-prepared.
Therefore, Zhou Yuandao was unable to leave the Crosscut Mountain.
Suddenly, a streak of black light cut through the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it landed by the hand of the black-robed man. It was originally a crow.
The man in black took down the note and read it several times. Finally, he started laughing wantonly.
The crow once more transformed into a streak of light and flew away.
The laughter shook the sea of clouds and was extremely ear-piercing, causing the leopard to frown for the rest of his life.
The black-robed man flicked his sleeve, and a short note appeared in Yu Shi’s hand.
His expressionless face for the rest of his life finally revealed a trace of a stiff smile.
“Chu Huan has succeeded, Chen Yi has returned late, the Crooked River is dead, and the stream is split.”
The short note shattered into dust and scattered in the wind.
They didn’t care who Chu Huan and Chen Yi were, but with Crooked River dead, the Northern Emperor’s end was nigh, and Zhou Yuantao would perish here as well.
Who would have thought that in a short span of half a month, three out of the six Saints under the heavens would have already departed?
The time and place were harmonious. This plot was too ingenious, and it even managed to fool the head teacher’s calculations and Buddhist eyes.
Now that the situation had developed, there was nothing to fear.
Yu Shi indifferently thought, so what if the stars were brilliant? Those juniors were still too young after all. They were far too unpopular.
And he was finally waiting for the era without Wei Jingfeng.
He stood at the highest point in the world.
How unpleasant.
His heart was agitated, and his devil energy could not help but surge out.
A black shadow covered the entire Crosscut Mountain.
Within the dark wind and dark clouds, the middle-aged Daoist suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were like lightning, splitting apart the devil’s energy. His words were like swords as he sternly rebuked.
“For the rest of your life, not only did you collude with the demonic cultivators, you even entered the demonic path!
“The heavens cannot tolerate this!”
Yu Shi frowned.
It wasn’t because of Zhou Yuandao’s scolding, but because the other party was much stronger than he had expected.
They seemed to be unmoving, but in reality, they had been fighting the entire time.
The Cloud Sea Great Array and the sword Qi clashed. Zhou Yuantao’s Mountain Suppression Sword had already been damaged. The sword Qi was constantly being weakened, but it was not at the end of its tether.
He looked at the pine branches at the edge of the cliff. “What are you waiting for?”
The black-robed man laughed softly.