Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 464 - 419 The Treacherous Snake and Scorpion

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Clean sunlight filtered through the patterned window of the Battle Song Hall, casting fragmented pillars of light onto the dark interior, just as a person stepped out of the stone gate, treading upon the sunlit, yellow flowers spread across the ground.

People feel spirited in joyous times, and Wu Hen glanced at the considerate sun scattering flowers for him, then turned his attention to the gatekeeper elder in the red robe. He felt that this elder had benevolent eyes and a kind appearance, and even the Holy Beast Dog following him seemed clever and adorable.

Yet just when Wu Hen thought this gatekeeping elder would come up for a few words of cordiality, especially since he had seemed extremely humble and courteous when Wu Hen had first arrived, the elder in red merely glanced at him obliquely and stood there like a pine tree devoid of spirit.

"What're you looking at? A nobody who failed in soul casting. Do you think to vent your dissatisfaction on me? If your skills are lacking, then go out there and gain some experience for a few years. Accumulate enough experience and achievements before returning here to cast your soul!" the elder in red chided.

Wu Hen was stunned for a moment.

What's going on? Could it be that the elder in red couldn't see the awesome display of Holy Soul light shadow around him?

You have to know that above his head hovered countless powerful Ancient God Totems, layer upon layer forming the Soul Abyss that soared into Cloud Peak. If it had been ancient times, auspicious clouds would have emerged, and golden light would have shone everywhere. Even in the realm of cultivation, all beings would be born, all spirits subdued...

A strong Holy Soul doesn't have all-around effectiveness, does it?

That's fine. It made it easier for him to punch the greedy and hypocritical cultivators and kick the arrogant geniuses in cultivation.

"Eh, weren't you the previous gatekeeping elder? Are you new?" Wu Hen suddenly realized that the gatekeeper elder had changed.

"Nonsense, I've been guarding this place for forty years," the elder in red said.

"Forty... forty years??" Wu Hen was shocked.

Disaster!

Wasn't it agreed that time within the Mountain and River Stele flowed extremely slowly, where ten thousand years was but a season in the outside world??

What year is it now?!

It couldn't be true that after achieving great success in cultivation, all the romantic love of the mortal world had become irrelevant to him, could it? The problem wasn't that the girl he liked had married someone else, but that she had probably reached the twilight of her beauty.

Disaster, give me back my prime years.

Wu Hen suddenly lost his supreme triumphant arrogance and hurriedly walked out of the Battle Song Hall...

He had only taken a few steps when he bumped into a woman.

The woman in blue had a familiar look in her eyes, probably someone he had seen a few times. She bore a smile of pride and anticipation on her face, her eyes constantly gazing towards War Song Mountain.

Several of her sisters accompanied the woman in blue, voicing their envy and compliments.

"Sister Ling Wan, you must seize the opportunity. Whether we sisters can find a good place for ourselves in Tongtian City depends on Sister Ling Wan," said a woman wearing a large hairpin.

"I thought after our Master completed her soul casting, we could all settle down in Tongtian City, maybe even have the chance to step into the Cloud Holy Country. Who knew our Master was also foolish, not cherishing such a good opportunity to ascend in status!"

"If she had treasured it, how would there be an opportunity for me, Ling Wan?" Ling Wan laughed, clearly aware of how she had obtained the opportunity to enter War Song Mountain. She understood seizing opportunities better than the others.

The women chatted as they walked past Wu Hen.

Wu Hen's gaze swept across them, but they didn't give him as much as a glance in return.

It seemed that those who succeeded in soul casting would have divine golden light emanating from within their bodies, especially above the brow, where a Totem third eye would converge, commanding the dignified and majestic presence of a Holy God True Monarch.

"Don't you recognize me?" Wu Hen called out to stop them.

They didn't recognize him, but Wu Hen recognized them.

These were female disciples from Qingxi, among which were a few with higher cultivation and more outstanding looks.

Wu Hen had some impression of them. Seeing that their features had not aged significantly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are you?" the woman in blue, Ling Wan, scrutinized Wu Hen. Seeing nothing on him that suggested the traits of a Holy Cultivator Mahayana Practitioner, she seemed disinterested in associating further.

"I am Uncle Cai Ting," Wu Hen said.

"Oh... it's the uncle." The women finally remembered. When they first entered Tongtian City, they had encountered this young uncle.

At that time, like country girls venturing into the city for the first time, they were curious about everything and had discussed the young uncle's appearance and temperament in private. But once they realized their Master fancied the young uncle, they didn't dare act rashly.

However, they had been in Tongtian City for some time now and understood that a minor uncle held no significant status in the Cloud Holy Country. There was no need to fawn over someone so inexperienced in the way of the world. Especially now that they had found a stronger backing, they weren't as impressed by the likes of a little uncle.

After a few perfunctory words with Wu Hen, they were about to continue on their way.

"You've obtained the qualification for soul casting?" Wu Hen ignored the rest, instead questioning the woman in blue, Ling Wan.

Ling Wan, as the leading disciple of Qingxi, had decent talent and was also hardworking. Yet she was far from reaching the level to cast her soul. Wu Hen didn't understand how Ling Wan had suddenly crossed a significant realm and directly obtained the qualification for soul casting.

"Yes, it's all due to my dedicated cultivation..." said Ling Wan.

"Where is your Master, Sister Qingxi, at this moment? Why hasn't she come to see you off? After all, this is a significant event," Wu Hen also noticed something was off.

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"Master...," another female disciple was about to speak, but Ling Wan swept a fierce glance at her, signalling her to shut up.

The female disciple dared not say any more.

At this moment, however, Ling Wan struck an arrogant pose, lifting her neck from her luxurious blue garment's collar, revealing the noble stature of a swan.

"I still need to step into War Song Mountain for Soul Casting; I've been delayed a good hour, and maybe, like you, I'll return in defeat." Ling Wan stepped forward, swaying her hips, and she outright discarded even the pretense of pleasantries, displaying an attitude of disdain.

Once a person reveals disdain and impatience in their heart, no matter how beautiful their face, it becomes quite unpleasant to others, especially when the other party rolls their eyes so obviously, neck stretched long, prodding at people with their chin.

Wu Hen also smiled.

When facing the Moon Palace Wind Princess, he humbly called himself Little Wu.

Outside here, these fledgling cultivators, who had just touched the mysteries of Holy Cultivation, should be calling him Wu Tian Ancestor!

"Ga!"

Wu Hen struck without warning.

He grasped the chin of the disciple in blue and with a gentle twist, the crisp sound of her dislocated jaw rang out.

The woman in blue was lifted from the ground, her arms flailing instinctively, but she found her hard-earned Holy Breath utterly suppressed within her body, leaving her bereft of any strength to strike back against this suddenly violent aggressor.

"With such a minor blue robe, you dare put on airs in front of me; if not for my merciful heart, you would have been turned to ashes in the previous second. Whatever I ask, you'd better answer truthfully, or you'll spend the rest of your life bedridden!" Wu Hen displayed the ruthless demeanor that a Holy Cultivator should have; a flicker of displeasure could trigger a killing intent!

"Eh~wah~~woo-woo~~" Ling Wan made some strange noises with her mouth.

Wu Hen's gaze grew colder; his smile revealed a fang-like tooth as he said, "You're quite tough-mouthed. Fine, I'll indulge you!"

"Little Uncle Master! You dislocated her jaw; she can't speak!" At that moment, another female disciple quickly reminded Wu Hen.

Ling Wan was nearly crying in desperation.

She didn't want to die. She realized that this little Uncle Master indeed had the power to torment her to death and, of course, she wanted to answer truthfully—the problem was she couldn't speak!

"Oh... oh, why didn't you say so earlier?" One second Wu Hen's aura was menacing like a demon, the next he coughed embarrassingly.

Wu Hen was a straightforward person; seeing that the other party was willing to cooperate, he reset her dislocated jaw.

"Ga!"

The sound of it snapping back into place was even crisper, sending shivers down the spines of the other female disciples.

Wu Hen let Ling Wan down to confess the truth about Qingxi's situation.

But Ling Wan was still hesitant, only after a long while did she reveal that Qingxi was currently in the Punishment Hall, and whether she was dead or alive was unknown.

"Was it Leng Shu's doing?" Wu Hen interrogated.

A few women showed a look of terror, but eventually, they nodded.

Wu Hen had guessed that, after leaving War Song Mountain, Leng Shu definitely wouldn't let Qingxi off; the guy was obsessively fixated on Qingxi.

Now that Qingxi was thrown into the Punishment Hall, it was most likely Leng Shu's handiwork.

"In which direction is the Punishment Hall?" Wu Hen inquired.

One of the female disciples who had visited pointed it out and expressed a willingness to lead Wu Hen there.

Wu Hen nodded, signaling the plainly dressed woman to show him the way.

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Ling Wan and the other two female disciples did not follow.

The female disciple who called herself Fang Li led the way for Wu Hen, waiting until they were far enough away before hesitatingly speaking out about what she had wanted to say earlier.

"Little Uncle Master, actually, it was Ling Wan who betrayed the Master," Fang Li said.

"Oh?" Wu Hen raised an eyebrow; it seemed that he shouldn't have shown mercy just now and instead should have scattered Ling Wan's ashes to the wind.

"After Qingxi Master offended Leng Shu somehow, that Leng Shu, having gained power, made life difficult for Master at every turn. Knowing she couldn't outmaneuver Leng Shu, Master chose to endure in silence and retreat, planning to leave the Holy State when the Bright Venerable went on his external patrol. Little did she know, Ling Wan actively threw herself into Leng Shu's arms and after becoming his female servant, she revealed the hiding place of Master Qingxi, as well as a past mistake, allowing Leng Shu to use the power of the Punishment Hall to find Master and send her to the Punishment Hall," Fang Li recounted the whole affair to Wu Hen.

"Ling Wan actually did such a thing?" Wu Hen was shocked.

It was clear that Qingxi was very intelligent.

She realized that standing on the wrong side would inevitably result in revenge from Leng Shu.

The now high-and-mighty Leng Shu indeed began his petty reprisal; Qingxi could have avoided it with her wit, but she was betrayed by her own senior disciple, Ling Wan.

This Ling Wan, seeking a higher position and even selling out her master, no wonder his killing intent was so strong just now. It turned out that his three faculties of Perception had converged upon her, identifying her like a serpent demon under the Eyes of Golden Flame...

It didn't matter, first to save Qingxi and let her deal with this treacherous disciple herself!