Chapter 409: Agu, Missing Him
The night was silent, the bright moon flowing with the clouds, flickering.
Above the mountain peak shaped like a ghost’s face, a dark rock formation slowly floated past the mountain peak, propelled by spiritual energy.
Standing on the rock formation was a hexagonal pagoda nearly thirty stories high; this was the Ghost Spirit Sect Master’s “Nine Ghost City.”
Inside the pagoda, there was music and dancing, with sounds of revelry. The elders of the various halls of the Ghost Spirit Sect sat at banquet tables, raising their cups and chatting happily.
Gu Mingxin, wearing a purple sect uniform, took a seat at a corner table. Since the banquet began, she had been drinking alone.
Besides not liking lively scenes with many people, another reason was that after she, Fu Yuanhua, and He Jiming entered the banquet hall, many disciples attending the banquet were secretly discussing her:
“Is that the direct disciple of the Gu Ancestor? Should we go up and toast her?”
“Forget it. Haven’t you heard about what happened a few days ago? They say she might be colluding with immortal cultivators. Previously, in the Northern Region incident, it seems that because she exposed the whereabouts of many fellow Daoists, the disciples of the six demonic sects were killed by the Hantian Kingdom…”
Gu Mingxin, while not caring too much about what others said about her, felt uncomfortable hearing these words with her own ears.
She was the only one who had returned from the Tian Mo Sect, and the only one who knew the situation at the time. Should she explain to others that a person named Ye Anping had framed her?
Who would believe her?
A young master in the Core Formation Stage, who, through mere scheming, had delivered nearly a thousand demonic cultivators into the hands of the Snow-clothed Guard.
To this day, Gu Mingxin couldn’t understand how Ye Anping had known about the plan to invade the Northern Region in advance.
The only possible explanation was that someone had tipped him off, but who was it?
The wine went down her throat, and a sense of intoxication began to set in.
Gu Mingxin glumly raised her wine cup, thinking she would drink more and use her inability to hold her liquor as an excuse to leave and return to rest and cultivate Qi.
However, as she raised her wine cup again, preparing to drink, Fu Yuanhua from the next table grabbed her wrist and pressed the wine cup back onto the table:
“Young Master Gu, drink less. Old Ancestor Ghost has been looking at you several times. Why don’t you go up and toast Old Ancestor Ghost?”
“Elder Fu, they are all spreading rumors that I am colluding with immortal cultivators… If I go to toast, won’t I be seeking humiliation?”
“Those are just rumors. The more you avoid it, the more suspicious people will become. A clear conscience fears no slander. Only you know whether you are colluding with immortal families or not.”
Gu Mingxin’s brows furrowed slightly, and she glanced sideways:
“Do demonic cultivators even have a concept of a clear conscience?”
Fu Yuanhua sighed upon hearing this and said no more.
At this moment, He Jiming, sitting on Fu Yuanhua’s other side, turned his head and said with a playful smile:
“Junior Sister Gu, Elder Fu is right. You are, after all, the direct disciple of the Gu Ancestor. If you come to the banquet and don’t toast Old Ancestor Ghost, wouldn’t that be against etiquette?”
Gu Mingxin glanced at Gui Muqi, who was wearing a ghost mask and seated at the highest position. She noticed that he was also looking in her direction and their eyes met, clearly indicating that he wanted her to come and toast him.
She now had no excuse and helplessly picked up her wine cup.
However, just as Gu Mingxin stood up, a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect rushed into the banquet hall from outside, heading straight for Gui Muqi at the head table.
At such a time, rushing in so urgently, it must be that something had happened.
Gu Mingxin hesitated for a moment and then sat back down.
In the next moment, amidst the noisy banquet hall, a somewhat piercing male voice rang out:
“Reporting to the Old Ancestor!! The soul jade tablet of Xu Chi, the elder of the Calling Ghost Hall, has appeared with the appearance of a fox spirit. The jade has shattered and he has fallen.”
After the announcement, the musicians playing instruments on both sides tactfully stopped their music, and the dancers in the center of the banquet hall quickly bowed and one by one left the stage.
The entire banquet hall instantly fell silent.
Then, hushed whispers began to spread:
“Elder Xu died at the hands of the Demon Emperor?”
“Unlikely. Demonic cultivators and the Demon Race are not as incompatible as they are with immortal families. Unless Elder Xu angered the Demon Emperor, there’s no reason for the Demon Emperor to kill him.”
“Yes, the Demon Emperor and the Ghost Spirit Sect have no grievances.”
Gu Mingxin, listening to these few sentences, quickly pieced together what had happened. However, thinking it had nothing to do with her, she continued to drink her wine alone.
Fu Yuanhua, however, frowned and muttered:
“Xu Chi has fallen, this is not right…”
He Jiming, seeing his serious expression, also stopped smiling and asked in confusion:
“Elder Fu, what do you mean by that?”
“Xu Chi was sent to negotiate peace with the Demon Race, mainly to cut off the rear of the Donghuang Xing Tian Division. The Demon Race, which dislikes the Imperial Sect, has no reason to fight the demonic cultivators to protect the Xing Tian Division. Moreover, the Demon Race has no use for the entire Central Domain. Allowing us to have Donghuang in exchange for some resources would be a hundred times beneficial and not a single disadvantage.”
“So, the peace talks failed?”
“Unlikely.” Fu Yuanhua shook his head slightly. “If the peace talks merely failed, the Demon Emperor wouldn’t have directly killed Xu Chi. Xu Chi is also an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, with a stable temperament, and should know not to provoke the Demon Emperor. This matter is likely due to a third party meddling…”
Someone meddling?
Gu Mingxin heard Elder Fu’s conclusion and her drinking motion visibly paused.
For some reason, the image of the handsome youth with deep purple eyes immediately flashed in her mind.
“Is it him?”
Gu Mingxin unconsciously murmured, causing Fu Yuanhua to turn and ask:
“Young Master Gu, who are you referring to?”
He Jiming was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh:
“Oh~~ The person Junior Sister Gu is talking about, could it be that… Ye Ping’an?”
“I just had a feeling…” Gu Mingxin shot him a glare. “And, his name is Ye Anping, not Ye Ping’an.”
“Oh~~ Ye Anping.” He Jiming shrugged, spreading his hands. “Who knows if this Ye Anping is something Junior Sister Gu made up, or if he’s truly as powerful as Junior Sister Gu says? A cultivator in the Core Formation Stage can actually influence the peace talks between an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect in the late Nascent Soul stage and the Demon Emperor.”
“Heh…”
Gu Mingxin snorted dismissively. When you meet him, you might not even know how you died.
However, speaking of which, it might be because most people lose their lives by the time they recognize his power, which is why he still has no reputation among demonic cultivators.
Otherwise, if the immortal families had produced such a person, how could no one among the demonic cultivators have heard of him…
As she thought, Gu Mingxin felt a flicker of anticipation.
If Ye Anping were to go to Donghuang, would they meet again?
Previously, in the Northern Region, she and Ye Anping hadn’t even decided the winner before being interrupted by Jiang Mojiao, who suddenly appeared.
Gu Mingxin seemed to be transported back to that day, fighting Yu Die and Ye Anping under the wind and snow.
He was truly so powerful…
If she met him again next time…
She would definitely snatch him away!
Definitely…
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Ps: I wrote this in the airport lounge while rushing for a flight today. I’ll add a longer chapter (6000+) tomorrow. I’m back in Chengdu, so updates will be smoother. Please forgive me, my benefactors.
