Chapter Sixty-One: Playing You Around, Do I Need to Give You Face?

After leaving Luoyang City, Yun Chuxue felt a twinge of reluctance. Soon, she heard Mo Qian's voice in her spiritual sea, "Alright, alright, you've stayed here for so long. Aren't there things you need to accomplish?"

"Mo Qian, do you have any flying spiritual techniques? It's too slow for me to travel from Luoyang City to Xilu City..."

"No."

Yun Chuxue felt a bit disappointed. With less than two years left until the end of the eight-year agreement, setting up formations was taking up too much time.

"Really troublesome. Let me handle it."

Immediately, Mo Qian took control of her body. She leaped into the air, disdainfully saying to Yun Chuxue, "Yun Chuxue, watch closely. In my eyes, the speed of a peak Spiritual God is nothing special."

With that, she disappeared from her original position in an instant. Yun Chuxue, now like a shooting star, traversed the skies over various cities, arriving near the mountains around Xilu City in less than half a day.

"Is this the speed of a divine level?" Yun Chuxue couldn't help but exclaim.

"What divine level? I'm not a god, yet I'm still this fast. Let's go set up the formation."

Regaining control of her body, Yun Chuxue began searching for the location where she had previously set up formations. It was extremely secluded; without leveling the entire mountain, it would be impossible to find.

Once found, she split open a few foundation stones with her sword and drew formation patterns. Then, she placed a spirit-infused true stone in the center of the formation.

Mo Qian was puzzled, "I don't understand why you're setting up this formation like this."

Yun Chuxue explained, "This is the last formation. I've set up a total of eight formations on this continent, each with such a true stone. When I activate the core formation, I'll be able to identify the locations where demonic and heretical practices are most concentrated on this continent. I collectively call them the 'Demon Sects.' I'll systematically eradicate these sects to maintain peace on the continent."

Mo Qian couldn't help but smile, "I'm curious, how do you know they're practicing demonic arts?"

Yun Chuxue looked smug, "You don't understand this. There are eight types of spiritual bodies on this continent. Anything beyond these eight types is considered demonic arts."

"So these eight formations contain eight types of energy. You're quite clever, Yun Chuxue."

Yun Chuxue smiled, "Enough talk. Mo Qian, guide me to the foot of the Fallen Goose Mountains north of the Holy Star City. I'm about to start setting up the formation."

"Alright, I want to see how you determine the exact locations of these people."

With that, Mo Qian took control of Yun Chuxue's body and swiftly flew towards the direction of the Holy Star City.

As Mo Qian flew towards Xilu City, powerful Spiritual God experts from various empires and sects had already sensed an exceptionally strong aura and were rushing towards its source.

Upon arriving at the foot of the Fallen Goose Mountains, Mo Qian said, "Yun Chuxue, I sense several peak Spiritual God experts heading our way."

Yun Chuxue felt a bit uneasy. "How long do we have?"

"They'll all converge here in two days."

Yun Chuxue frowned. She had been careless. She had forgotten about Mo Qian's power, and now she had stirred up some trouble.

Mo Qian, however, sneered, "It's not that I underestimate those people. I'm not afraid even if they all come at once."

Mo Qian's words somewhat reassured Yun Chuxue. "Okay, let's begin."

After Yun Chuxue finished drawing the formation patterns, she summoned eight supreme swords and suspended them around her. Then, she infused spiritual energy into the patterns, channeling it into each of the swords.

Before long, beams of light of different colors rose into the sky from each of the eight supreme swords, forming intricate patterns in the sky. Yun Chuxue then began to observe the locations of the demonic sects across the continent within the formation.

Initially, the images within the formation were blurry, but after half a day, they gradually became clearer, forming a map of the continent. However, the locations of the demonic sects were not yet visible.

Perplexed, Yun Chuxue wondered how she could pinpoint their exact locations.

Mo Qian reminded her that it was due to insufficient spiritual power.

Yun Chuxue began to increase the infusion of spiritual power. After another half day, she finally saw the locations of all the demonic sects concentrated in the west of the continent. She was shocked to find that Qingyun City was the most concentrated area, unable to accept it for a moment.

After another half day, she quickly marked the locations of all the demonic sects on the map, from small clans to large sects, glaring at the black dots on the map. "One day, I will root you all out."

Mo Qian felt uncomfortable with these auras. With a fierce tone in her spiritual sea, she said, "Yun Chuxue, let me go and kill them all. This aura makes me feel hatred, as if my downfall is related to them."

Yun Chuxue, seeing Mo Qian's intense reaction, comforted her, "No, Mo Qian. First, there's not much spiritual power stored in the ring. Second, if you kill them all, we won't be able to find out the source of this power."

Mo Qian suppressed her anger. "Fine, I'll listen to you."

As Yun Chuxue observed the locations of the demonic sects on the continent for some time, many spiritual masters had already been attracted to the Fallen Goose Mountains, curious about the formation set up on the small mountain peak.

At this moment, eleven white-haired elders descended upon the crowd. Seeing these ten men and one woman, all of formidable strength, the spiritual masters involuntarily stepped back.

These eleven individuals were respectively the holy elders of the Four Great Empires and the elders of the Seven Major Sects. They were Sun Wukong from the Northern Xun Empire, Yuwen Zhantian from the Eastern Yu Empire, Nangong Yan from the Southern Yue Empire, Luoxue from the Western Yun Empire, Yunchu Duxu from the Yunchu Palace, Huamingjun from the Suoyuelou, Yexiu from the Lingxiaoxuan, Linyue from the Shenhuzong, Murong Yunhai from the Zuimengge, Baihui from the Tianyuzong, and Longsun Shuangxiong from the Luolin Pavilion. These seniors were all late-stage Spiritual Gods. Although they were not among the top ten powerhouses on the continent, their influence was extraordinary.

Yuwen Zhantian addressed the crowd, "Everyone has seen it. This formation, for some unknown reason, is extremely powerful. We have all come here to inspect it personally, yet the Spiritual Master Pavilion has not sent anyone. Could it be that someone from the Spiritual Master Pavilion is secretly involved?"

Huamingjun chuckled, "Brother Zhantian, aren't you aware that we've never engaged in such underhanded activities? Moreover, it might be a wandering cultivator causing trouble here. Let's go up and have a look."

"Huamingjun is right. Since this formation is so mysterious now, if we catch this person, we must make them reveal the purpose of the formation, or else they will die," Sun Wukong's tone was resolute, expressing the thoughts of the others. After all, who would have nothing to do and come here for no reason?

Just as they were about to set off, Yunchu Duxu burst into laughter. The others were puzzled and asked him why he was laughing.

"I remembered something. The spiritual energy permeating this formation is very similar to Yun Chuxue's. Excellent! If the person above is Yun Chuxue, I will kill her."

The others showed expressions of joy. They had been looking for Yun Chuxue for over a decade. If the person above was her, it would be a chance for vengeance.

With that, several of them soared into the air towards the mountaintop.

Upon closer inspection, they saw a figure standing in the center of the formation. This person was dressed in white robes, with a white cloak draped over their shoulders, a white hat, and a mask.

Yuwen Zhantian loudly demanded, "Who are you? What are you doing here setting up this formation?"

Yuwen Zhantian's voice was deliberately raised, clearly intended for those below to hear.

Yun Chuxue, feigning innocence, said with a sweet voice, "Grandpa, please don't be so fierce. I'm just an ordinary cultivator. I came here and saw this formation, but I don't know what's happening here."

Sun Wukong smirked. He said to Yuwen Zhantian, "Take her back and interrogate her rigorously. I don't believe she won't talk."

The crowd's expressions turned disappointed. They had hoped it was Yun Chuxue to exact their revenge, but it seemed not.

Just as Yuwen Zhantian was about to take action, Yun Chuxue pretended to be pitiful again. "Grandpa, please don't arrest me. I'll tell you who set up the formation."

"Speak!" Yuwen Zhantian demanded angrily.

"It seems... it seems... it seems like..." Yun Chuxue hesitated, deliberately dragging her words.

Yuwen Zhantian couldn't contain his frustration. "Speak! Who is it?"

With one loud shout, the people below trembled in fear.

Yun Chuxue sneered, "It's none other than yours truly."

She immediately removed her mask and mocked the crowd, "Long time no see. Have you missed me, grandpas?"

The crowd glared at Yun Chuxue, and Yuwen Zhantian angrily questioned, "Yun Chuxue, are you playing us?"

"Playing you? Do I need to give you face?"