Chapter 216: [Mount Jiao] Degradation to Slavery

The enormous Jiao Mountain returned to its tranquility. The blood vines disappeared, and the corpses controlled by the exquisite chess pieces all sank into the depths of the earth. Nangong Zhangying's final order to the Jiao Dragon's spirit was death. Even his descendants couldn't change it.

The moonlight illuminated the mess on the ground.

After Nangong Si released the last arrow, the Cloud Piercing Bow in his hand gradually dimmed due to the loss of Nangong Zhangying's spiritual power. In the end, it sank. He dripped blood on the ground. Almost at the same time that the barrier was undone, Ye Wangxi rushed over and knelt by his side. "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling. "I'll heal you …"

"Forget it. I was originally still alive and kicking, but after you heal me, I'll probably have to go see the Grand Sect Master." Nangong Si coughed softly and pushed Ye Wangxi away. His black eyes looked towards Jiang Xi. "Sect Master Jiang, I'll have to trouble you …"

Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."

He was the Sect Master of the Medicine Sect. If he was willing to lend a helping hand, it was naturally something that others couldn't do.

Jiang Xi's jade-white fingertips rested on Nangong Si's wrist. Almost as soon as they touched, his pupils slightly contracted. Then, without saying a word, he and Nangong Si looked at each other.

He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spiritual core had already shattered. From now on, he was no different from an ordinary person. He couldn't use magic or spiritual power anymore.

There was no way Nangong Si didn't know about this matter, but Ye Wangxi was right by his side. As such, he looked at Jiang Xi, slightly shaking his head in an imperceptible manner.

"How is it? Sect Master Jiang, how is Ah Si? "

"… …"

Jiang Xi silently withdrew his hand. Then, he took out a light crimson porcelain bottle from his Qiankun Bag and handed it to Ye Wangxi. "He's fine. His injuries aren't critical, so Miss can rest assured. Keep this medicinal powder and apply it to the affected area every day. You will be healed in ten days at most. "

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he condensed his spiritual power into his fingertips and successively tapped several acupoints on Nangong Si's body. Finally, he covered the sword wound with his palm and the blood stopped flowing after a while. After doing all this, Jiang Xi stood up and said to the crowd, "We can't stay here for too long. I'm afraid something might happen. Let's go up the mountain."

He turned to leave, but the conversation between Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si still drifted into his ears.

He heard Nangong Si whisper to Ye Wangxi, "I already said it's fine. It'll be fine in a few days. Why are you still crying? Sigh, how did I become so useless? Alright, alright, it's just some small wounds … "

Jiang Xi closed her eyes.

He recalled the words that Nangong Si had mouthed to him when he thought that his life was hanging by a thread. He sighed and led the crowd up the long white jade stairs leading to the Ancestral Hall Heavenly Palace.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, they still had to pass through three checkpoints, all of which required the blood of the Nangong family to be smeared on. However, Nangong Si didn't need to cut his finger and drip blood at this moment. He was already injured all over, so he could easily dispel the enchantment barrier with just a touch.

All the way up, they didn't encounter any more obstacles.

When Nangong Si smeared his blood on the dragon eye of the white jade dragon carving, the last heavy stone gate slowly and solemnly sank into the ground. The Heavenly Palace at the top of Jiao Mountain appeared in front of everyone.

It was a divine palace surrounded by fairy aura. Outside the palace gate was a dense forest. At this moment, they were standing outside the forest. Through the colorful flowers and vines and the gurgling water, they could see a long flight of stairs leading up to the sky. There were a total of 9,990 steps. The stairs were so high that the ancestral hall at the top seemed to be lying on the clouds. They could only see an ethereal shadow. Under the moonlight, it emitted a lustrous light. It was like the Guang Han Palace, like the Lingxiao Hall, not knowing whether it was heaven or earth.

Almost everyone who saw this Ancestral Hall was shocked by its magnificence and workmanship. Then, they felt anger, jealousy, greed, and covetousness … all kinds of different feelings welled up in their hearts.

Among them, the most speechless was Villa Master Ma.

He slapped his forehead and wailed, "Oh my god, such a long flight of stairs. You can't fly on a sword on Jiao Mountain. How long will it take to walk on foot? This is another mountain! "

Huang Xiaoyue smiled and said, "This old man doesn't have any evil intentions. It's just a joke. In this old man's opinion, Nangong Zhangying Immortal really doesn't need to ascend. He was able to create such a Heavenly Palace. What's the difference between being in the human world and being in the heavens?"

Suddenly, someone coldly said, "The Confucian Wind Sect's Heavenly Palace was built by the third generation Sect Leader, Nangong Yu. After two generations, it was completed by the fifth Sect Leader, Nangong Xian. This Heavenly Palace has nothing to do with the Nangong Zhangying Immortal. "

Huang Xiaoyue was speechless.

He turned around and saw Chu Wanning's extremely cold face. When Mo Ran saw this face, he knew that Chu Wanning had almost reached his limit. As long as he added more fuel to the fire, the old story of the butterfly suppressing the heavens and slapping people would probably repeat itself.

Chu Wanning said coldly, "Like Immortal Huang, I also don't have any evil intentions. Before you read the book thoroughly, you'd better learn to be careful with your words and actions."

Huang Xiaoyue had always cared about his face. In front of all the juniors, he was exposed by Chu Wanning so mercilessly. For a moment, he was extremely embarrassed. His lips moved and he was about to say something to refute when suddenly he heard Jiang Xi say, "Huang Xiaoyue, how can you joke about Nangong Zhangying's pure reputation?"

Jiang Xi's words were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue's face instantly turned ashen, but he still forced himself to be calm and laughed dryly. "Sect Leader Jiang, you don't have to take it seriously. This old man already said that I don't have any evil intentions …"

"Do you think I'll condone your evil intentions just because you said you don't have any evil intentions?" Jiang Xi coldly rolled his eyes and cast a sidelong glance at Huang Xiaoyue. He didn't even want to look him in the eye. "Do you think I'll tolerate your ignorance just because you're old?"

"…" Grandmaster Chu was a grandmaster, but in the end, he only had ability and no real power. But Jiang Xi was different. Now, if Lonemoon coughed, the World of Cultivation would tremble. Huang Xiaoyue broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly didn't dare to say anything more.

Jiang Xi flicked his sleeves and coldly entered the forest. He walked towards the long stairs at the end of the forest. The rest of the sect leaders glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with either disdain or sympathy. Of course, there were also those who completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue and followed him and left. The abbot of Wubei Temple even sighed, "Amitabha." If it weren't for the situation, Mo Ran probably would have laughed out loud.

They walked in the forest, but after a few steps, Nangong Si said, "Hmm?"

Jiang Xi asked, "What's wrong?"

"Orange trees …" Nangong Si looked around. There were orange trees everywhere, blooming white orange flowers. "How can there be orange trees? What was originally planted here were all Dragon Lady Spiritual Trees. "

"Look over there!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp-eyed young cultivator suddenly pointed at the spring in the distance and said in a low voice, "There's a person over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, they saw a man sitting with his back to them next to the spring and under a lush orange tree. He seemed to be busy with something.

Xue Zhengyong frowned. "Is it a person or a ghost?"

Mo Ran said, "I'll go take a look."

His Lightness Skill was excellent. In the blink of an eye, he nimbly and silently hid in the nearby forest. Then, he cautiously circled around to the side.

He was stunned.

Because he saw the man's face clearly.

It was Nangong Si's father, the last sect leader of Confucian Wind Sect.

— Nangong Liu.

What's going on? Wasn't Nangong Liu fed with the Lingchi Fruit?! He should've been tortured to death for 365 days, but why did he look so calm and composed right now? He was even in a good mood, sitting next to the clear spring …

Washing a basket of oranges?

The clear spring rippled with waves of light. The bright silver moon was ground in the spring water, shining on Nangong Liu's face. He had a dreamy expression on his face. He hummed a little tune as he washed the oranges one by one and then put them into the basket on his back.

"It's best to be in the prime of your life. Light hooves and fast horses, see all the flowers in the world."

Nangong Liu gently hummed. His sleeves were rolled up, and his arms were soaked in the clear water. His arms were intact, and there were no mottled scars on them like those who ate the Lingchi Fruit.

Mo Ran's brows furrowed. He could clearly feel that something was wrong with Nangong Liu. This person had obviously been made into a precious chess piece. Moreover, unlike the corpses in the tomb, Nangong Liu had obviously retained a large part of his consciousness. Just by looking at his behavior, he was not much different from a normal living person.

"How is it?"

Xue Zhengyong saw that Mo Ran had returned so quickly. He immediately asked anxiously.

Mo Ran first looked at Nangong Si, and then said in a low voice, "It's Nangong Liu."

Many people present had a grudge against Nangong Liu. On the spot, there were cultivators who pulled out their swords, "That bastard! I'm going to kill him now! "

Nangong Si's eyes were dim, and his face was charred. He lowered his head and said nothing. "…"

Mo Ran said, "Something's wrong. This Nangong Liu is obviously also controlled by the precious chess game. But what's strange is that there are no scars on his body from eating the Lingchi Fruit. I think it's better not to rashly alarm him."

Chu Wanning thought for a while and asked, "Can the effect of the Lingchi Fruit be removed?"

Lonemoon was the best at this kind of question. The Divine Hand said, "It can be, but it's more troublesome. I think that Xu Shuanglin would not give him the Lingchi Fruit and then go through so much trouble to help him remove the curse of the fruit. It's completely meaningless. "

Jiang Xi said, "No matter what, Nangong Liu is here. Xu Shuanglin should be in the ancestral temple. This time, we didn't come here in vain."

As he said this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow in the distance. Jiang Xi turned his head, and the others followed his gaze. They saw the former sect master of the Confucian Wind Sect walking out of the forest with a basket full of oranges on his back. He was holding a cane in his hand, which tapped on the ground. His steps were light and quick. When he got closer, they could see that there was actually a bright smile on his face.

Nangong Si had originally made up his mind not to look, but in the end, he couldn't resist. He looked up at his father, and his eyelashes fluttered like cotton in the wind. He couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment. Hatred? Heartache? Or something else?

He didn't know. He wanted to look away, but that figure was like a fish hook. Once it was hooked, it was impossible to let go.

At this time, someone who couldn't hold back his emotions suddenly shouted, "Nangong Liu! Today, I'll let you pay with your blood! "

With a whoosh, the arrow left the bowstring and went straight for the back of Nangong Liu's head.

It was too late for the others to stop it. Fortunately, that person's archery was not good, so the arrow was slightly off target. The whistling arrow pierced straight into the basket on Nangong Liu's back, piercing through several oranges.

Immediately, many people cursed in their hearts. This was the disadvantage of having so many people. There would always be a few idiots who mixed in the water. But at this moment, it was meaningless to care about which idiot shot the arrow. The important thing was that Nangong Liu had already noticed their existence and slowly turned his head.

Seeing so many people standing in the mountain forest, Nangong Liu was stunned for a moment. Then, he walked towards them, his face still had that illusory color.

He walked closer and closer. Many of the cultivators had already flashed their swords a few inches. Pairs of eyes stared at him with extreme vigilance. Under the pressure of these thousands of eyes, Nangong Liu seemed to finally feel some pressure. He somewhat sluggishly stopped and stood still in the swaying shadows of the trees.

"Everyone …"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dead silence was broken. Suddenly, dozens of people couldn't hold back and subconsciously took a step forward. A few people even unsheathed their swords.

Nangong Liu suddenly smiled. This smile was very familiar to the leaders standing at the front of the formation. This was the flattering and warm smile that Nangong Liu used to face everyone.

The Palace Master of the Trampling Snow Palace was stunned. "This …"

The leaders looked at each other. They all felt that this chess piece was too strange. They didn't know what medicine was in the gourd. At this time, they saw Nangong Liu brush his left and right sleeves and pull them down. Then, he actually knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to the thousands of cultivators.

"Aiya, Nangong Liu, greetings. Distinguished guests have come from afar. Sorry for not going out to meet you. Sorry for not going out to meet you."

As he kowtowed, more than half of the basket of oranges on his back rolled out and scattered around him.

After Nangong Liu finished kowtowing, he knelt on the ground again. He put down the basket on his back and tidied up the oranges without shame. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, he tidied up the oranges again. Then, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Distinguished guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

His Majesty?!

Mo Ran instantly had goosebumps. After all, he had been called this for nearly ten years. When he heard the words "His Majesty", he habitually felt that they were calling him.

The other leaders were confused. They looked at each other. Xue Zhengyong even smiled bitterly. For a moment, no one said anything.

Seeing that everyone was ignoring him, Nangong Liu scratched his head in confusion and asked carefully, "Hehe, distinguished guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

Jiang Xi was speechless.

Nangong Liu was a little discouraged, but he repeated, "Distinguished guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

"…"

"Distinguished guests …"

Mo Ran asked him calmly, "Who is His Majesty?"

"His Majesty is His Majesty." Nangong Liu saw that someone finally paid attention to him. He was very happy and said, "If you want to see His Majesty, you have to keep going up. But he is very busy and may not have time to pay attention to you. He has to take care of the world affairs."

Xue Zhengyong finally couldn't hold it in. Even in such a hostile atmosphere, he couldn't help but laugh. "World affairs? Haha, what world affairs? He is in charge of a mountain of dead people, playing chess with me, and playing with me. Is this world affairs? Hahahaha, this Xu Shuanglin, he is too, too funny. "

Mo Ran's eyebrows were faintly covered with a layer of uneasiness. He continued to ask, "You mean that he is in the Heavenly Palace now. Although he is very busy, we can go and see him, right?"

"Yes." Nangong Liu said, "Of course you can go and see him. If he closes the door and refuses to see you, you can just wait in the city. His Majesty will come out when he is done with his work. Okay, okay, I have to go up too. The oranges up there are finished. I have to make up for it quickly. Otherwise, His Majesty will be angry later. "

As he said this, he left, leaving the others looking at each other.

"What should we do?"

"Go up?"

"Could it be a trap …"

But Mo Ran had already taken the lead and rushed up. He walked quickly and quickly left Nangong Liu, who was carrying oranges on his back, behind him. He also left the others behind.

In the end, he was the first to arrive at the Celestial Palace, gasping for breath. Standing in front of the main entrance, he raised his head and realized just how vast and majestic this palace was. Just the two doors of the palace had the power to cover the sky and the sun. On the left side of the door was a soaring dragon swallowing the sun, and on the right side was a fire phoenix spitting out the moon. The sun and the moon intersected, shining brilliantly. The gaps of the dragon's scales were filled with melted pure gold. The phoenix's feathers were inlaid with jewels and gems, lingering on the ground. Hanging on the roof of the palace were whale oil bronze lamps, which had not been extinguished for thousands of years. Under the illumination of these tens of thousands of candles, the Heavenly Gate shone even more brilliantly.

Mo Ran thought that the gate was extremely heavy and difficult to open. However, when his finger touched the surface of the gate, it was only a light touch. Along with the muffled sound of thunder, the Heavenly Gate of Dragon and Phoenix did not require him to use any more strength and slowly shrank inward …

The moment he saw the front hall of the Heavenly Palace, Mo Ran was stunned.

What … What kind of strange scene was this?!