Chapter 118: Stealing Heavenly Secrets
A thousand sparks suddenly erupted from the Chaos vortex, dazzling and beautiful like blooming fireworks. Lu Qingyang, light as a swallow, stepped steadily onto the shattered Demon-Reflecting Mirror and soared into the air.
Twelve storage jade pendants hung from his waist, clinking crisply against each other with his movements.
Lu Qingyang's lips curled into a half-smile as he looked at the fragment of the Red Dragon's reverse scale in his hand. This scale was originally a token of love given by Ao Lie to Su Meiniang, but now it was easily flicked away by him.
However, unexpectedly, the scale, as if alive, drew an arc in the air and then mysteriously stuck to Su Meiniang's skirt.
“Brother Ao Lie’s token of love is quite hot to handle!” Lu Qingyang teased, “Why not wrap it in Su Jiejie’s fragrant handkerchief, lest it scald Su Jiejie’s delicate body.”
Hearing this, Su Meiniang glared at Lu Qingyang playfully and chided, “Smooth-tongued!”
Just then, the woman in the crystal coffin suddenly made her move. With a flick of her fair wrist, blood-butterfly golden needles shot out like a fierce storm, instantly transforming into a sky full of red rain, overwhelmingly enveloping Lu Qingyang.
Facing this sudden attack, Lu Qingyang remained unhurried. The smile on his lips grew even brighter, and he suddenly tore open his robe, revealing the Hehuan Sect’s secret treasure—the Mandarin Duck Mirror—attached to his chest.
The Mandarin Duck Mirror shimmered with strange light under the sunlight. When the needles of the blood-butterfly golden needles touched the mirror's surface, they were reflected as if bounced back, refracting towards Yin Jiuyou’s burial sky coffin at an even faster speed.
“Miss Leng’s flying needle technique is quite similar to the eyebrow pencil makeup of my eighth-life confidante…” Lu Qingyang’s words echoed in the air, carrying a hint of playfulness and teasing.
The coffin suddenly exploded, and a powerful force sent the filthy soil flying, as if the entire world was torn apart at that moment. Amidst this Chaos, nine Netherworld Lamps shot out from the filthy soil like meteors, each lamp’s wick imprisoning the remnant souls of ancient demon gods.
However, facing this terrifying scene, Lu Qingyang appeared unusually calm. His lips curved slightly, revealing a playful smile, then he unhurriedly pulled out half a piece of sugar cake from the sole of his boot. This half-piece of sugar cake seemed unremarkable, but in his hand, it appeared to possess some special magic.
Lu Qingyang dipped the sugar cake in starlight, then threw it like a dart towards the lamp formation composed of the nine Netherworld Lamps. The sugar cake arced through the air and landed precisely in the center of the lamp formation.
“Old Yin, your hospitality is too shabby! You don’t even prepare utensils for demon gods to eat snacks?” Lu Qingyang’s voice echoed in the darkness, tinged with a hint of sarcasm and teasing.
The moment the sugar crumbs touched the lamp flames, something unexpected happened. The seemingly ordinary sugar crumbs instantly transformed into three thousand strands of emotional threads, which swiftly wrapped around the demon god's throat like lightning.
These emotional threads were no ordinary things; they were Acacia Gu that Lu Qingyang had soaked in the juice of the Jade Pool’s Peach peaches.
The Acacia Gu is an extremely potent Gu. Once entangled, it plunges one into endless suffering and lovesickness. At this moment, the demon god's remnant soul was tightly bound by the Acacia Gu, struggling in agony but unable to break free.
At the same time, Ao Lie's remnant soul reformed in the star rain, transforming back into a colossal Dragon. His Dragon claws violently tore open a spatial rift, and with a deafening roar, a powerful force surged forth from the rift.
This power was precisely the East Sea Soul Suppressing Melody, which swept through the entire space like a surging tide. However, at this crucial moment, Lu Qingyang suddenly pulled out a conch-shaped Magical Artifact. He aimed the conch's opening at the sound waves and then gently blew into it.
“Back then, Brother Ao’s seventh beloved concubine used this Dragon’s Roar Conch…” Lu Qingyang’s words were unfinished when the original thunderous Dragon’s roar suddenly changed tune, becoming a melodious folk song, “Eighteen Touches.”
This sudden change caught everyone off guard, especially the Red Dragon Dharma Idol, which was so startled by the eerie melody that its scales stood on end, losing its balance and plunging headfirst into the Chaos Sea.
“Don’t be so eager to throw yourself into my arms!” Lu Qingyang tossed out a bronze compass, catching the falling Dragon horn. He carved “Gift from Ao Lie” onto the compass face. “When I steep this Dragon horn in wine another day, I’ll definitely invite Brother Ao to drink three hundred cups with me!”
Su Meiniang’s Seven-Tailed Fox Fire condensed into a Sky Burning Chain, but upon touching Lu Qingyang, it was ignited by a rouge box that rolled out from his embrace. The Fox Fire, following the scent of the rouge, coiled back, scorching three inches of white fur on her tail tip: “When did you steal the Hundred Flowers Dew?” “I picked it up casually yesterday when I was helping Su Jiejie comb her hair,” Lu Qingyang said with a playful smile, tossing out a jade bottle. “An antidote mixed with South Sea Mermaid Tears, how about I trade it for three of Jiejie’s vital Fox hairs?”
From the depths of the Chaos Sea, a gigantic bronze palm suddenly extended, pressing down on Lu Qingyang like a mountain. The oppressive force emanating from this palm made it difficult to breathe.
The First Sword Master’s Dao bone sensed this pressure and let out an earth-shattering Dragon roar, seemingly contending with the colossal bronze palm. However, this Dragon roar did not last long before the Dao bone was firmly pressed into the ruins of the Heavenly Punishment Platform by the giant palm.
Lu Qingyang was also pressed down by this powerful force, almost unable to move, but something in his embrace suddenly rolled out. It was a wine gourd engraved with “Jade Pool Special Supply.”
Lu Qingyang’s heart stirred, and he unhesitatingly grabbed the wine gourd, tilting his head back and downing the amber liquid inside. In an instant, a strong pungent taste erupted in his mouth, and he couldn't help but spray out a mist of wine.
This mist of wine, like fire, actually corroded the inscriptions on the surface of the Dao bone. Seeing this, Lu Qingyang was overjoyed: “Haha, this thousand-year-old aged vinegar brewed by the Queen Mother of the West is indeed the bane of old antiques!”
Just then, Yin Jiuyou’s burial sky coffin suddenly let out a huge bang, then violently exploded. The filthy soil inside the coffin gushed out like a fountain, and countless corpse beetles crawled out from the filthy soil, their numbers astonishing.
Facing the dense swarm of corpse beetles, Lu Qingyang remained unhurried. His lips curled into a slight smile, and he pulled out an item from his embrace—it was the Insect Master Valley Saintess’s earring.
Lu Qingyang placed the earring on his fingertip, then melted it with Nirvana Fire. Under the scorching of the Nirvana Fire, the earring quickly transformed into a cloud of golden dust.
Lu Qingyang gently blew, and the golden dust drifted towards the swarm of corpse beetles like a fragrant breeze. He said with a smile, “Little darlings, come and smell this, it’s your Saintess Jiejie’s body fragrance…”
The swarm of corpse beetles seemed extremely sensitive to this “body fragrance.” They suddenly seemed to lose their minds, frantically pouncing towards Yin Jiuyou. Yin Jiuyou’s Filthy Earth Dharma Idol was instantly riddled with holes under the gnawing of the corpse beetles.
“Lu! Qing! Yang!” Just as three killing intents simultaneously struck like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, he suddenly, as if by magic, tore his Daoist robe, revealing his back—wow, on his back was tattooed half of the “Heavenly River Bathing Moon Diagram,” which was the lost treasure of Guanghan Palace’s Forbidden Land! In that instant, the crystal coffin woman’s blood-butterfly golden needles “whoosh” suspended in mid-air, Su Meiniang’s Fox Fire “hula” condensed into a red lotus shield, and Yin Jiuyou’s poisonous mist “poof poof poof” transformed into a nine-layered gauze curtain.
“My dear sisters are indeed tender and protective of beauty.” Lu Qingyang seized the opportunity to stuff the Xuanhuang Dao Seed into his mouth, his chewing sounds mixed with mumbled nonsense, “Once I’ve digested this troublesome thing, I’ll definitely perform breaking a Dao stele with my chest for everyone…”