12dz Chapter 25 Undercurrents
Chapter 25 Undercurrents
"Hmm?" Han Feiyu raised an eyebrow, his attention indeed diverted by Li Qingyi's question, temporarily putting aside the matter of being betrayed.
He stroked his chin and began to think seriously:
"No way! They're even using the Purple Mansion inheritance as bait, what's the Clear Pool Immortal Sect after?"
Li Qingyi shrugged: "If I knew, would I need to ask you?"
Han Feiyu pondered for a moment, then looked sharply at Li Qingyi:
"Brother Qin, do you... know something inside?"
"I've already met Qin Ruoxi."
"What!?"
These words were like a bombshell, immediately making Han Feiyu sit up.
"Brother Qin, please explain in detail." Han Feiyu's voice was low, but the fleeting killing intent in his eyes did not escape Li Qingyi's notice.
"You want to kill her?"
"Heh..." Han Feiyu snorted coldly, without answering.
Seeing this, Li Qingyi understood.
"I ran into her by chance in the afternoon," Li Qingyi omitted the details of the follow-up:
"She warned me not to compete for the Purple Mansion Immortal Fate. Otherwise, the Qingchi Immortal Sect would surely leave me with nowhere to go, neither to heaven nor to hell."
Upon hearing this, Han Feiyu first frowned, then took a few deep breaths, her brows furrowing even more tightly.
He suppressed his surging killing intent and slowly said:
"This doesn't make sense. The three sects and six schools already have a tacit understanding. She has no need to go to such lengths to say such harsh words to you."
"What if I weren't a cultivator from one of the Three Sects and Six Schools?"
"Even so," Han Feiyu analyzed.
"Judging from your cultivation level, you must have some reclusive senior standing behind you. Isn't this threat just asking for trouble? Unless…"
A glint of light flashed in his eyes:
"Unless her purpose is not a threat at all, but... a provocation! She has calculated that with your background and temperament, you will not be intimidated by a mere threat."
Instead, they are more likely to go against the grain and insist on exploring the Purple Mansion inheritance!
Li Qingyi felt ashamed. "If only I really had a powerful background."
Li Qingyi nodded and added, "That's exactly right. That's why I think that the Purple Mansion inheritance itself might just be a lure."
Han Feiyu seemed to be awakened, suddenly remembering something:
"Now that you mention it... you might not know this because you haven't been out these past few days, but rumors are going around everywhere about the exact location where the Purple Mansion inheritance was supposedly opened."
The sources of the information are varied, but they all point to the same place, only the timing is still uncertain.
Even the old fogies of the Qin family are getting restless, making frequent moves behind the scenes.
Li Qingyi leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and pondered, "But what exactly are they trying to cover up by giving up a Purple Mansion inheritance?"
Han Feiyu shook her head. "I don't know."
"Feiyu," Li Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "What is your master's cultivation level? What is his status within the sect?"
Han Feiyu was taken aback: "Brother Qin, you mean...?"
"Stir up the waters!" Li Qingyi said decisively.
"The current situation is unclear and shrouded in mystery. If high-ranking members from other sects, or even True Persons of the Purple Mansion Sect, could step in and hold off the high-ranking members of the Qingchi and Zhengyang Sects, we could achieve our goal."
We low-level cultivators, who are caught up in this situation, are much safer, aren't we?
Han Feiyu pondered for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "That makes sense! I will immediately report this to my master through a secret method."
Unable to come up with any further ideas, the two decided to pass this hot potato to the bigwigs above for them to figure out.
The atmosphere eased slightly, and Li Qingyi changed the subject, asking with a hint of teasing:
"Speaking of which, how are things going between you and that Miss Jiang?"
Upon hearing this, Han Feiyu immediately flared up like a lit firecracker, her anger flaring up again just as she had managed to suppress it.
"How dare you ask! Of course, we keep things separate!"
Li Qingyi smiled slightly: "Isn't this good? It solves everything."
"Hmph!" Han Feiyu snorted heavily, too lazy to waste any more words with him. She stood up abruptly, turned and left, slamming the door shut with a deafening roar.
Li Qingyi watched Han Feiyu's angry figure disappear into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.
"We finally managed to fool them..."
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the simulation before last, and the "Nine Netherworld Supreme Corpse Refining Method" lying quietly in the coffin appeared in his mind.
"This corpse-refining technique... I'm determined to obtain it!"
……
The Three Ones Sect, deep within the sect, is the inner chamber of the sect leader.
A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes and with an elegant demeanor was sitting opposite an elderly man dressed in a simple cloth robe.
These two individuals are none other than Jiang Yanxu, the sect leader of the Sanyi Sect, and Yue Fengyang, the master of the Qiushi Hall of the Creation Peak and Han Feiyu's master.
Jiang Yanxu shook his head and chuckled, his tone tinged with helplessness:
"The affair between my daughter and your disciple has caused quite a stir, it's truly...frustrating."
Yue Fengyang, with an apologetic expression, quickly cupped his hands in greeting:
"Sect Master, you flatter me. It is my fault for failing to discipline him properly. When that unfilial disciple returns to the mountain, I will personally escort him here to apologize to you and your daughter."
Just as Jiang Yanxu was about to speak, an ancient jade pendant hanging from his waist suddenly began to gleam faintly.
He spared a sliver of his attention to probe into it, and after a moment, he smiled with relief:
"Lord Yue, there's no need for that. Let the young people handle their own affairs."
My daughter just sent me a message, stating that everything between her and Han Feiyu is now wiped clean, and they will go their separate ways from now on, with no further connection.
Upon hearing this, Yue Fengyang felt relieved and cupped his hands in greeting once more.
"In that case... On behalf of my unworthy disciple, I thank the sect leader and your daughter for their forgiveness."
At that moment, the jade pendant on Yue Fengyang's waist, engraved with the words "Master of the Seeking Truth Hall of Creation Peak," also vibrated slightly and emitted a spiritual light.
"Please proceed, Lord Yue," Jiang Yanxu said gently.
Yue Fengyang apologized and immediately checked the information on the jade tablet.
However, as he read, his brows gradually furrowed, and his expression became serious.
"Oh? What happened?" Jiang Yanxu noticed the change in his expression and asked.
"It's a message from Feiyu..." Yue Fengyang said in a deep voice:
"The letter mentions that Qingchi and Zhengyang are in the Qin family's territory, and their ambitions are probably not small; they seem to have some earth-shattering plans."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yanxu immediately became interested: "Tell me in detail."
Yue Fengyang immediately relayed the information Han Feiyu had sent back, along with Li Qingyi's various speculations and the many illogical things that had recently happened to the Qin family, to Jiang Yanxu.
"Palace Master Yue, what do you think about this?" Jiang Yanxu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and pondered.
Yue Fengyang shook his head, his expression grave:
"The information is fragmented and like looking at flowers through fog; even I, an old man, find it difficult to sort it out."
However... my intuition tells me that Qingchi's actions this time are definitely not simple.
Perhaps we could try uniting with the other five sects to put pressure on Qingchi, at least... to find out their true intentions.
Jiang Yanxu nodded slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:
"Sacrificing a genuine Purple Mansion inheritance as a cover... the scheme behind this must be far more than just an inheritance itself."
Do you know which Purple Mansion Immortal passed away at that place?
"The sect has been secretly investigating for months," Yue Fengyang sighed, "but so far... we have no clue whatsoever."
Jiang Yanxu stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the distant mountains where the sea of clouds surged:
"Now that things have come to this, it seems I, this old body of mine, need to get some exercise."
"The three sects have suppressed our six sects for many years. Now that they have shown a weakness, wouldn't it be a waste of this golden opportunity if we didn't seize the chance to recoup some of our losses?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze swept through the inner chamber, and Jiang Yanxu's figure slowly vanished like wisps of smoke, disappearing without a trace.
……
Almost at the same time, deep within the Zhengyang Immortal Sect.
Inside a cave filled with spiritual energy, Master Minghao, who was in seclusion, suddenly sensed something.
He slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously raising his hand, his fingertips flowing with mysterious runes.
He attempted to deduce the secrets of heaven and clarify the source of this unease.
However, the runes on his fingertips lit up only to suddenly become disordered and collapse.
Master Minghao let out a soft "hmm," his brows furrowing slightly:
"When did the secrets of heaven become so chaotic? What force has disturbed them?"
He muttered to himself, and his figure appeared silently outside the cave, standing atop a solitary peak.
At this moment, the outside world was shrouded in dark clouds, the night was deep, just like his unfathomable state of mind.
He did not give up, but continued to deduce, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, the secrets of heaven in disarray, shrouded in a fog.
Despite his painstaking and forceful deductions, he eventually managed to uncover a crack in the truth.
In the blurry image, Jiang Yanxu's figure was clearly visible.
Jiang Yanxu, who was thousands of miles away, sensed the probing sensation from the shadows almost instantly.
He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and his aura became blurred, merging into the background of heaven and earth, completely obscuring his own celestial trajectory.
On the solitary peak, the light in Minghao Zhenren's eyes slowly faded. Far from being annoyed, he instead curled his lips into an intrigued smile.
"Interesting, there's been an unexpected player entering the game."
He laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the fields and startling the birds roosting in the woods.
"It seems this game is even more interesting than I imagined. But I wonder, who exactly is behind all this? Even I can't quite figure it out..."
As the laughter subsided, his figure slowly faded into the thick darkness of the night, eventually disappearing completely like ink painting blending into the night sky.
……
At this moment, Li Qingyi, the instigator, was completely unaware of this.
He was comfortably staying in his small house, holding the book "The True Explanation of Kendo," and studying the subsequent contents with great interest.