Chapter 281: The Calamity Body, Wei Mengrou! p2 |
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Two Polarities Peak.
Lin Ling sat in the pavilion, snowflakes falling around her, her chin resting on her hands as she watched the crane soup simmering in a pot.
As if sensing something, she looked up towards the Martial Realm.
She tilted her head slightly, a strand of silver hair falling over her shoulder. Her long, slender legs were pressed together, and her rosy lips parted slightly.
“There shouldn’t be any Heavenly Tribulations in the Martial Realm.”
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Great Qian Dynasty.
Within a Daoist temple, a man in Daoist robes suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on a certain direction, a mix of relief and fear within their depths.
Gu Bo Xing, the Imperial Advisor and the Emperor’s teacher. The Emperor trusted him more than his own advisors.
After all, it was Gu Bo Xing who had taught him the Dao of Cultivation.
Not far from the Imperial Advisor, another man sat cross-legged.
He looked old but was still full of vigor, his golden robes radiating an imperial aura.
“Who are you talking about, Imperial Advisor?” the old Emperor asked.
Gu Bo Xing stared at the Martial Realm, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty. He took a deep breath, calming himself down.
“The Calamity Body, the one who has brought down countless dynasties… is that maid from the Mu family whom the tutor tried to bring back.”
The Emperor’s expression changed. “You mean…?”
“Wei Mengrou… is the Calamity Body,” Gu Bo Xing said.
He looked towards the Martial Realm, his old and wise eyes filled with a deep meaning.
“Perhaps we should take this opportunity to invite her here…”
A golden light shot out from his forehead, speeding towards the Martial Realm!
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Martial Realm.
The tribulation clouds in the sky trembled violently, as if restrained by an unknown force. Then, they completely dissipated, as if they had never existed.
Wei Mengrou stared at the sky, her heart filled with confusion.
She had been prepared to face the tribulation, but… it had vanished on its own?
“It seems someone intervened,” Mu Zhi’an guessed.
Normally, once a Heavenly Tribulation formed, it wouldn’t disappear on its own. The only possibility was that someone had interfered.
He wasn’t sure who it was, but his first thought was of Lin Ling, the foodie back home.
Only she possessed such incredible abilities.
Lan Mulian glanced at the surrounding cultivators, her brows furrowing slightly. “Although the tribulation has disappeared, there might still be trouble later,” she said softly.
Wei Mengrou’s bad luck had been incredibly intense, and the other cultivators had witnessed it.
Not everyone would think of the Calamity Body, but as long as someone did, the news would spread.
And if the Great Qian Dynasty found out… They would definitely send someone to find Wei Mengrou.
After all, countless ancient texts recorded how the Calamity Body had brought down dynasties, and the Great Qian Dynasty was already in decline.
They would do everything in their power to save themselves.
Wei Mengrou was clearly aware of this. She looked at Mu Zhi’an, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something.
Mu Zhi’an transmitted his voice, “Is Mengrou trying to kiss me again?”
Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, staring at him. “You know what I want to say.”
Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “You’re probably thinking about sacrificing yourself for my sake, to avoid causing more trouble, right?”
He paused, then said slowly, “But if you leave, I’ll be at a loss.”
Although he had seen her smooth, jade-like legs in black and white silk stockings, he hadn’t yet experienced the pleasure of being stepped on by her while she looked at him with disdain…
Wei Mengrou frowned. “But if I’m truly the Calamity Body—”
“Then at least wait until I’m destroyed,” Mu Zhi’an interrupted her.
“If you can’t even destroy me, how can you possibly destroy a dynasty?”
Wei Mengrou wanted to say something more, but seeing the calm smile on his face, she held back.
She nodded silently.
At that moment, a faint voice echoed through the Martial Realm.
“Miss Wei, would you be willing to accompany me to the Great Qian Dynasty? There are some matters I would like to discuss with you.”
As the voice rang out, a wave of shock swept through the cultivators participating in the trial. Some even instinctively fell to their knees!
A powerful aura filled the Martial Realm, and Mu Zhi’an looked up to see a golden Dharma Form appearing in the sky.
He wore Daoist robes and had a calm expression, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.
The Great Qian Dynasty’s Imperial Advisor? Mu Zhi’an thought instantly.
The Dao Peak elder guarding the entrance to the Martial Realm noticed the sudden appearance of the Dharma Form and frowned. “Imperial Advisor, Wei Mengrou is a disciple of our sect. It’s not appropriate for you to come here and demand her presence,” he said.
The Imperial Advisor chuckled. “If my senses are correct, Miss Wei is connected to the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty. I’m here to personally invite her on behalf of the dynasty.”
“Are you representing Dao Peak or the entire Two Polarities Sect by stopping me, Elder?”
The atmosphere turned tense, and the Dao Peak elder’s expression darkened.
Gu Bo Xing’s attitude was clear. He was determined to ‘invite’ Wei Mengrou to the Great Qian Dynasty, even invoking the entire dynasty’s name.
He was just a Dao Peak elder and couldn’t represent the entire sect. Besides, he didn’t know the sect’s stance on this matter.
Gu Bo Xing had chosen this opportunity carefully. If he went to the Two Polarities Sect, they might not agree to let Wei Mengrou go.
But in the Martial Realm… he could take her away first and deal with the consequences later. By the time the Two Polarities Sect came looking for her, the Calamity Body matter would already be resolved.
Should he really let Gu Bo Xing take a sect disciple away?
The Dao Peak elder looked at the Dharma Form, his eyes filled with unease.
Gu Bo Xing’s Dharma Form looked down at the Martial Realm, its gaze fixed on Wei Mengrou.
“Miss Wei, I bear you no ill will. I simply want to learn more about some matters. Would you be willing to accompany me?”
His tone was gentle and calm, as if he were making a request, but it also carried an undeniable authority.
Few people knew the true extent of the Imperial Advisor’s strength.
Some believed he was the first to reach the Soul Transformation Realm, while others claimed he had already achieved Dao Integration, his power amplified by the ‘faith’ of the Great Qian Dynasty, making him unfathomable.
But regardless of his true strength, a being whose power wasn’t suppressed within the Martial Realm was definitely far more powerful than they imagined.
Wei Mengrou opened her mouth, about to speak, but Mu Zhi’an grabbed her hand, stopping her.
The Dharma Form seemed to sense his presence and turned to look at him. It was just a casual glance, but a wave of pressure, like a crashing wave, washed over them.
“You’re Mu Zhi’an?” he asked slowly.
“I am Mu Zhi’an. Greetings, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an replied calmly.
“You’re too polite, young friend. I’ve heard a lot about you at court.”
Gu Bo Xing looked at Mu Zhi’an with a smile. “Young friend Mu, I would like to invite Miss Wei to the Great Qian Dynasty. What do you think?”
He could tell that Wei Mengrou obeyed Mu Zhi’an completely. As long as he agreed, she wouldn’t object.
Gu Bo Xing’s words shocked the cultivators nearby.
“This is bad. If Wei Mengrou is truly the Calamity Body, this trip to the Great Qian Dynasty will be dangerous.”
“But she’s a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect. They’ll protect her, right?”
“That’s why the Imperial Advisor chose this opportunity… This isn’t the Two Polarities Sect. By the time they find out, Wei Mengrou will already be in the capital.”
“Against a being who might be at the Dao Integration Realm, Mu Zhi’an is powerless…”
People tended to sympathize with the weaker side. Although many disliked Mu Zhi’an, they still sided with him against the Imperial Advisor… even though it wouldn’t change anything.
“Have you made a decision, young friend Mu?” Gu Bo Xing asked again, his voice gentle and calm, yet carrying an undeniable force.
Countless gazes fell upon Mu Zhi’an, and Wei Mengrou also glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
Mu Zhi’an cupped his fists.
Then, his clear and steady voice echoed through the valley.
“I don’t think this invitation is a good idea, Senior.”
The whispers among the cultivators instantly ceased.