Chapter 20: The Taiyuan Immortal Mansion

The Little Shura King was fixated on eating the Holy Beast Qilin, which had greatly irritated it.

Lìn Jiǔfèng quickly tried to calm down, fearing that if the Holy Beast Qilin lost its temper and made a sound, it would alert the Little Shura King.

The Holy Beast Qilin transmitted a voice to Lìn Jiǔfèng, "Boss, I won't expose myself, but this Little Shura King is really irritating."

"Don't worry, we'll deal with him sooner or later," Lìn Jiǔfèng reassured in return.

The Holy Beast Qilin remained silent.

The Little Shura King didn't dwell on the subject of eating dog meat and changed the topic, asking, "I heard that the human Sword God stole your Yaksha clan's most precious treasure?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng remained expressionless, saying, "Isn't that common knowledge?"

The Little Shura King whispered, "We both know each other well, don't put on that surface act. Why did the human Sword God steal your Yaksha clan's treasure? I know why."

Lìn Jiǔfèng's inner thoughts stirred. Judging by the Little Shura King's tone, there seemed to be something hidden behind this matter.

Outwardly, Lìn Jiǔfèng feigned a cold hum and said, "What do you know? Tell me, what rumors have been spread about my Yaksha clan?"

The Little Shura King smirked and flew alongside Lìn Jiǔfèng, "Are you testing me?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng, imitating the haughty attitude of the Yaksha Prince, ignored him and didn't respond.

The Little Shura King immediately continued, "The human Sword God did steal your Yaksha clan's treasure, but the story that went out is that you intentionally misdirected everyone to think that the stolen treasure was the Trident, your Yaksha clan's divine weapon. Now the Trident is still perfectly intact in the Yaksha clan."

Lìn Jiǔfèng took note of this information and then mimicked the Yaksha Prince's tone, saying, "Not bad, good imagination."

The Little Shura King snickered, "Still don't believe me?"

"The treasure stolen from your Yaksha clan wasn't the Trident, but another important item—the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, am I right?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng halted in his tracks, confused. What exactly was the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion?

From the Little Shura King's words, it seemed important—perhaps a ruin similar to the Fallen Immortal Tombs in the human world.

The human Sword God, Di Liú, had stolen the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion from the Yaksha clan. Was he planning to enter it?

The Little Shura King, seeing Lìn Jiǔfèng stop and remain silent, grew smug and said, "I guessed it right, didn't I? Your Yaksha clan has been chasing the human Sword God with such urgency because you're trying to retrieve the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion."

Lìn Jiǔfèng kept quiet, still processing.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?" The Little Shura King mistook Lìn Jiǔfèng's silence as being speechless, smiling victoriously.

In truth, Lìn Jiǔfèng simply didn't know how to respond.

He didn't know anything about the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, so he remained silent.

The Little Shura King, overly confident, continued, "You think that all the top talents from the various tribes are here to help your Yaksha clan? No, they're here for the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion. The Moon Fairy was sent by the Dream Butterfly Tribe specifically for this. She's here to gather information, and once confirmed, their true experts will likely arrive. You've been trying to win her favor, but she thinks you're a fool."

"I'm only telling you this because we go way back," the Little Shura King added.

Lìn Jiǔfèng remained expressionless and stared at the Little Shura King, asking, "What's your purpose in telling me all this?"

The Little Shura King smiled, "I don't have any purpose."

Lìn Jiǔfèng turned and walked away, "Since you don't have any purpose, let's each search for what we're after. Once we find the human Sword God, we'll know whether your Taiyuan Immortal Mansion story is true or not."

The Little Shura King quickly blocked his path, "Why so hasty? Don't you want to find the human Sword God quickly?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng raised an eyebrow, his suspicions rising. "What do you mean?"

"I have a way to find the human Sword God, Di Liú, very quickly," the Little Shura King said mysteriously.

Lìn Jiǔfèng, still imitating the haughty Yaksha Prince, sneered, "If you had such a way, why bother telling me all this?"

The Little Shura King shamelessly replied, "I'm just showing how deep our brotherhood is."

Lìn Jiǔfèng coldly laughed, "What's your real plan?"

The Little Shura King hesitated. Lìn Jiǔfèng knew from the memory of the Yaksha Prince that the Little Shura King was ruthless, not someone to be taken lightly, and his strength was formidable. Since he had approached them, he surely had bad intentions.

"I'm leaving if you're not going to say anything," Lìn Jiǔfèng said, immediately speeding off.

The Little Shura King turned into a wisp of black mist and blocked him. He whispered, "I heard the human Sword God was badly wounded by your Yaksha clan's ancestor?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng coldly snorted and remained silent.

How could he know if the Yaksha clan's ancestor had really wounded the Sword God?

The less said, the better.

Lìn Jiǔfèng firmly adhered to this principle and stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the Little Shura King, letting him guess.

The Little Shura King, seeing Lìn Jiǔfèng's silence, grew even more convinced that the Sword God had been heavily injured. He grinned and said, "Brother, now that the Sword God is a paper tiger, and he holds the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, don't you feel tempted?"

Lìn Jiǔfèng understood. The Little Shura King was after the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion.

"Even if he's wounded, you can't defeat the human Sword God," Lìn Jiǔfèng said to undermine him.

The Little Shura King was not worried in the least, "That's why I'm asking you to team up with me, brother. Together, we can take him down."

Lìn Jiǔfèng immediately pulled away from the Little Shura King, arrogantly mimicking the Yaksha Prince's tone, "Why would I team up with you?"

"This time, your Yaksha clan has nearly emptied out. The Yunmeng Great Marsh is vast, but as long as we search carefully, we'll definitely find it. When that happens, the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion will be ours," Lìn Jiǔfèng spoke like the Yaksha Prince.

The Little Shura King shook his head, "You're right, the key belongs to the Yaksha clan, but you're wrong."

Lìn Jiǔfèng eyed him suspiciously.

"The key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion is yours, but what does that have to do with you? Do you think those top experts will take you inside?" the Little Shura King sneered.

Lìn Jiǔfèng fell silent, mimicking the Yaksha Prince.

"Brother, any opportunity that's not in your own hands is just talk. The Taiyuan Immortal Mansion could hold immortal weapons, immortal arts, and immortal fruits. Why not seize it while we can?" The Little Shura King's voice was full of temptation.

Lìn Jiǔfèng pretended to be moved for a moment, but then sneered, "You're only trying to tempt me to betray my Yaksha clan and secretly take the key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion with you. But what do you have that would make me betray my own people?"

"I can find the human Sword God," the Little Shura King said.

"Not enough!" Lìn Jiǔfèng replied coldly, imitating the Yaksha Prince.

The Little Shura King gritted his teeth and whispered, "I also have a key to the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion."

"What?" Lìn Jiǔfèng's eyes widened, genuinely shocked.

This time, Lìn Jiǔfèng wasn't pretending to be the Yaksha Prince. He was truly taken aback.