Saving the White Moonlight Chapter 77

Yan Zhuguang was not in a hurry. She was actually finding some fun in this stone swamp.
She could feel that this slow and mild-looking stone-swamp intent was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. She wanted to see what tricks were hidden inside it.
“No rush. There is plenty of time anyway. I will find a way to break it eventually. I want to see what this stone-swamp intent really is.”
This time, Qinggong Tower would be open for one year. During this year, as long as a disciple did not suffer a fatal wound and get forcibly teleported out by their sect disciple tablet, they could stay in any one place and would not be expelled. Unless, after one year, Qinggong Tower closed. At that time, all disciples who were not in deep meditation would be sent out.
Of course, as a place Fenghua Immortal Sect used to raise its disciples’ strength, Qinggong Tower was rather considerate in how it managed things. If a disciple was at a key moment of meditation and comprehension when Qinggong Tower closed, the tower would not immediately interrupt the disciple’s comprehension.
Only after the disciple finished comprehending and returned to awareness would they be teleported away. But in exchange, to prevent everyone from purposely waiting until the time limit before entering comprehension, the extra time would be made up in other ways.
For example, it might use up the disciple’s next chance to enter Qinggong Tower, or deduct matching resources from other sect benefits.
Yan Zhuguang had not spent much time in the flame intent earlier. There was still a long time before the one-year limit, so she could play properly.
If one direction did not work, Yan Zhuguang changed to another direction. As the black swamp’s mud pillars collapsed downward on one side, they also kept surging upward on another, forming new mud pillars.
The tall mud pillars Yan Zhuguang had blocked earlier with grass nets were exposed at some unknown time, devouring the grass nets she had long since given up controlling.
Clumps of black mud smashed down, breaking the grass-net footprints Yan Zhuguang had left into pieces.
Although the black mud filling the sky looked rather frightening, its falling speed was truly not fast. With Yan Zhuguang’s speed, she could dodge it very easily.
But the sense of danger in Yan Zhuguang’s heart never faded. There had to be some killing move hidden beneath this slow surface.
Just as Yan Zhuguang was thinking about where that danger might come from, the whole stone-swamp space suddenly flipped over without warning.
The stone swamp that had originally been at the bottom of the space suddenly became the top. The whole black swamp instantly overturned. The black swamp that covered the entire space smashed down from the sky, and Yan Zhuguang had almost nowhere to dodge.
“My heavens, Host, be careful!”
When entering the tower, Yan Zhuguang had shared part of her awareness with the system, allowing it to clearly see what Yan Zhuguang saw. Otherwise, in this kind of place controlled by consciousness and Dao intent, the system would only see an empty tower.
Now, the system could clearly sense the world Yan Zhuguang was in. It could only be described as terrifying, like heaven and earth turning upside down.
Everywhere was the powerful crash of falling swamp mud, deafening to the ears. Yan Zhuguang had already summoned her flying sword. While dodging the first falling mud, she flew downward as fast as possible to avoid being crushed by that black mass of swamp mud like a mountain pressing down.
Countless air currents and wind sounds raised by the swamp mud flashed past her ears from time to time. The endless whooshing sounds made the heart tense, as if the next sound might land above one’s head.
This was probably what it felt like when the sky collapsed.
Yan Zhuguang had not expected the whole stone-swamp space to flip. It caught her a little off guard.
However, Yan Zhuguang did not panic. On the contrary, she was a little excited. The more it was a time like this, the less she could panic. Once she lost reason, an already dangerous situation would become even harder to handle.
The Blood Sacrifice Spirit Vine on Yan Zhuguang’s wrist stirred, but she suppressed it and told it not to act rashly.
Then Yan Zhuguang clapped her hands together. The wood spiritual energy throughout her body was stirred up. Under the quick movements of her fingers, clumps of it flew toward the sky above her. Without much effort, they merged into the blackness and vanished.
The grass seeds and grass nets that Yan Zhuguang had scattered earlier and that had been swallowed by the black swamp unexpectedly came into use. Countless roots quickly developed and strengthened, spreading freely through the falling swamp mud. They wove together nonstop, forming a huge net of roots. They grabbed and held the swamp mud near the roots, making it harden into pieces and turn into blocks of black soil.
These large blocks of black soil split and fell at different speeds. Yan Zhuguang easily slipped through the gaps between them.
The heavy “swamp sky” also slowly stopped falling under the grip of countless roots.
The system clicked its tongue in wonder. “You can even play it this way…”
The stone-swamp space it saw was like a huge world. The swamp of the whole world had overturned, and Host had actually used only the roots of some grass seeds to hold up the “sky”?
Was Host this strong?
“What are you thinking?” Yan Zhuguang could now faintly sense the system’s thoughts. “I am at Foundation Establishment, so the true intents I face are naturally left by Foundation Establishment cultivators. How strong can true intent at this stage be?”
“The size of a true intent world depends on the owner’s level of comprehension of the Heavenly Dao. Since we are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, my true intent naturally will not be weaker than this mud-swamp world’s true intent.”
“As long as I intend to resist, what is difficult about holding back an entire world?”
As Yan Zhuguang’s words fell, the complete patch of “black soil” in the sky, held by countless grass-seed roots, soon grew countless green leaves. The entire “black sky” turned into a green field.
“Qinggong Tower’s function is to enlarge the true intents left by predecessors countless times. Some places look frightening. If you truly feel fear and retreat, you will lose completely. But when you keep your reason, you will discover these things are only so-so, all show and no substance.”
“If I want to, I can not only pin this piece of ‘sky’ in place, I can even destroy this whole world.”
As the word “destroy” left her mouth, the originally obedient grass suddenly became fierce. It directly used the black soil as nourishment and grew wildly, piercing through that whole “sky.”
The stone-swamp intent finally panicked. Countless black soils instantly turned into one whole piece of hard black stone, sealing all the roots and stems of Yan Zhuguang’s grassland inside the hard black stone.
Yan Zhuguang’s fingers flicked nonstop. Countless streams of wood spiritual energy flew from her body and landed in the grassland whose growth had slowed because of the petrified black stone. New energy was poured in. Those seemingly fragile roots seemed to turn into steel and drilled through the hard black stone. Countless tiny pieces of black stone shattered and fell from the sky, as if a black stone rain had begun.
She did not dodge. A ring of wood spiritual energy lit up around her body, and those small pieces of black stone could not land on her. At the same time, her fingers formed seals so quickly their shadows were almost impossible to see.
Her hand seals came to an abrupt stop. In the stone-swamp space, green light burst out and dyed the whole space green. The wildly growing green grass filled the entire space in the blink of an eye, leaving only the place where Yan Zhuguang floated on her flying sword.
Even after filling the entire space, the grass still did not seem satisfied and continued expanding outward. These seemingly soft grass leaves, roots, and stems held no small amount of power. Before long, a thin line of weak light entered from somewhere. In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black space seemed to become a sieve and was bright all over.
…Host had really burst this entire stone-swamp world open.
At this moment, just like the earlier flame space, the whole stone-swamp space began shaking fiercely. Yan Zhuguang, who was inside, felt the world spin around her again and was thrown into a new true intent world.
Yan Zhuguang kept moving through true intent worlds inside Qinggong Tower. Outside, Yun Mixue was maintaining Qinggong Tower’s operation, while Gu Chen was presiding over the entire Fenghua Immortal Sect.
The elders investigating outside Tianyu City sent back news. After much effort, they had finally found traces of Su You Demon Lord among the faint clues.
Su You Demon Lord’s strength had been forced into her by the previous Demon Lord. Even though her strength was great, her use of that cultivation was ultimately not as free and natural as cultivation gained by training herself.
So even though she did her best to hide her traces, when Fenghua Immortal Sect’s elders investigated with intent, they still found her.
At this point, the true killer of the former sect master had already “come to light.” As for the reason, to Fenghua Immortal Sect, it was not important. The hatred between demonic cultivators and immortal cultivators did not need some “reason,” did it?
If they studied the reason in detail, it would naturally pull out Su Qian’er’s matter. Gu Chen was of course not that foolish. He quickly recalled the elders sent out to investigate and announced the former sect master’s cause of death to the public.
The elders did not doubt it. In the end, the former sect master had already become “former.” Finding the killer and giving the outside world an explanation, showing Fenghua Immortal Sect’s resolve, was enough. Were they supposed to truly dig to the roots for the former sect master?
Only, the elders hesitated over Gu Chen wanting to announce this matter to the public.
The dignified former sect master of Fenghua Immortal Sect had been killed outside by someone from the Dripping Blood Demon Domain. In the end, this was not a glorious thing. Would this not say that Fenghua Immortal Sect was inferior to the Dripping Blood Demon Domain?
In the council hall, the atmosphere among the elders was somewhat subtle.
Gu Chen said, “No need to say more. The matter with the Dripping Blood Demon Domain must be announced to the public.”
“Sect Master, please think it over more.”
Gu Chen said, “However, before that, I must trouble the elders to go to the Qiao family and investigate.”
“The Qiao family?”
The elders looked at one another. One elder said, “Does our Fenghua Immortal Sect still need to interfere in the Qiao family’s matter?”
Another elder suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, “The Qiao family is also suffering because of demonic cultivators. We still do not know which family the mastermind who destroyed the Qiao branch family belongs to. Although it does not resemble the Dripping Blood Demon Domain’s usual style, that does not mean it was not done by them.”
The other elders looked at one another. “Elder Shui means…”
“If it is not the Dripping Blood Demon Domain, that is even better. The demonic path could silently destroy the Qiao branch family. Who knows how long they have been hiding? Our sect’s former sect master was the same.”
Another elder continued, “The people of the demonic path are full of tricks. Who knows how long they have been hiding in our righteous path’s territory? The former sect master and the Qiao branch family must both be part of the demonic path’s plot!”
No matter why the former sect master died, they had to push it onto the conflict between the demonic path and the righteous path. At that time, it would not be Fenghua Immortal Sect losing face, but the demonic path being sinister and cunning, carrying out plots against the righteous path.
At that time, to guard against the demonic cultivators attacking the righteous path, those righteous path sects not only could not laugh at them for having a sect master killed by demonic cultivators, but would also need to unite and help them deal with the demonic cultivators.
The Qiao family was likely also overwhelmed now. If Fenghua Immortal Sect went to them to plan how to guide the matter… they certainly would not refuse.
Gu Chen nodded. Fortunately, these elders were not foolish. In this way, not only would the matter not be traced to Su Qian’er, but the hidden realm Yan Zhuguang obtained would naturally not be known.
If Su You Demon Lord was not foolish and did not want to expose Su Qian’er’s identity, she naturally would not announce the matter of the hidden realm to the public.
While Gu Chen cleaned up the aftermath for Yan Zhuguang, Yun Mixue, and Su Qian’er’s background, a secret message quietly appeared in Gu Chen’s message jade tablet.
Gu Chen swept it with his divine sense. “Qiao Shengjiao?”