Chapter 46: The River God Takes Position (Part One)

Lin Yuan stared in surprise at the golden light flying towards him.

It was a small, exquisitely crafted golden seal.

The aura flowing from it felt quite familiar to Lin Yuan.

It was the magical power, the divine energy, belonging to a Turbid Fiend Demon God!

Furthermore, this strand of divine energy seemed faintly connected to the Lingjiang River, which gave Lin Yuan a vague guess!

“Has a pie fallen from the sky?”

Lin Yuan looked at this treasure with a strange expression. His form shifted. His Divine Demon Dao Body, over ten zhang tall, began to transform, reverting back into the appearance of a handsome young man in golden robes, elegant and clear as the sky after rain.

Casually, Lin Yuan reached out to grab the golden seal. A flicker of spiritual light flashed on the seal, and like a nimble fish, it slipped quietly through Lin Yuan’s hands.

The golden light circled around Lin Yuan, darting about for a moment before shooting down into his embrace.

A flicker passed through Lin Yuan’s eyes. A strand of his energy resonated with it, and he instantly understood what this treasure was.

Holding the small golden seal in his hand, sensing its connection—identical to that of the Lingjiang River—Lin Yuan’s eyes flashed with both oddness and joy.

He originally had no intention of getting involved in the troubled waters of the Lingjiang River. But since a treasure had practically been delivered to his doorstep, it made no sense for him to give away something that belonged to him.

But before that, there was a small matter to handle!

With a casual flick of golden light, he stored the treasure seal inside his body. A faint red glow appeared on his shoulder as the Merit Golden Lamp materialized. Lin Yuan extended his right hand, his gaze icy cold. A formless, sky-blue sword light extended from it.

The sky-blue light flashed. The sword radiance was incredibly cold, freezing and extinguishing the vast waters. It shot out like a bolt of sky-blue silk, homing directly on a small alleyway.

Inside the alley, several thugs from the Fire Spirit Palace had witnessed Lin Yuan effortlessly dispatching several notorious villains of the Jiangnan Circuit. Their legs were trembling with fear. Dragging along the disciples they had abducted from the Wenchang Daoist Academy, they were about to flee when they suddenly saw a sword light flying towards them. Their faces paled in terror. In their despair, they didn’t even have time to scream before they were pierced through the heart. Only the leader—a seductive woman wearing a light gauze that revealed her undergarment—remained.

The woman was so frightened she lost control of her bladder; droplets pattered onto the ground.

“Could it be that I won’t escape death today after all?” Xiao Honggu trembled, her heart filled with sorrow and dread. She lamented silently that her beauty had brought her an ill-fated life.

Before being abducted and taken up the mountain by the Fire Spirit Ancestor, Xiao Honggu had merely been a young lady from a wealthy family. Though she gained the Fire Spirit Ancestor’s favor after arriving, and usually relied on his prestige to bully some of the disciples, she had never witnessed such a terrifying scene.

Just one sword light had sliced several disciples, whose strength was usually greater than hers, into pieces.

She watched this scene, shaking like a leaf.

But something strange happened. The sword light did not kill her. Xiao Honggu’s thoughts began to wander. Did the other party fancy her looks? Did he want to… take advantage of her right then and there?

Xiao Honggu was quite confident in her own seductive charms. But in the next moment, looking down at the cold liquid running down her long, fair legs, she snapped out of her lewd thoughts.

Even if that person wanted to… he wouldn’t need to scare her like this.

Could he have some… special preferences?

Her mind racing with wild thoughts, Xiao Honggu dared not move a muscle in the alley. A moment later, a strange ‘thud’ sounded in front of her, as if something—or someone—had been thrown there. Then, an androgynous, bone-chilling voice echoed in the alley.

“The others stay. Take him away. Do not speak of today’s events. Otherwise… death!!”

A cold sword light swept horizontally. Xiao Honggu watched in terror as the light skimmed past her temple. A biting chill left small blood spots on her skin, and a few strands of her hair were sheared off. Xiao Honggu stood there stunned, a cold dread settling in her heart. Having served the Fire Spirit Ancestor for over a decade, she knew well that many techniques could control a person directly through physical traces.

However, these words did give Xiao Honggu some relief. The other party seemed to have no intention of killing her. Her courage grew slightly. She stopped trembling. Summoning her nerve, she opened her eyes and looked around. She saw a figure had been thrown at her feet.

This figure rolled to a stop beside the other captured disciples from the Wenchang Daoist Academy. He wore white robes. To Xiao Honggu’s surprise, this youth was exceptionally handsome and had excellent bearing.

Looking more closely at his features, Xiao Honggu couldn’t help but feel a mix of shock and delight. She thought to herself, “Could this be that famous jade of the Yun family?”

Xiao Honggu had long heard that the Yun family of Jiangnan Circuit had produced a disciple with superior bone structure and talent. She had even seen his portrait, but the real person seemed even more handsome than the picture.

This young man alone was worth more than a dozen other Wenchang Daoist Academy disciples. With him, even if all the other academy disciples were lost, it would be enough to fulfill her task.

The seductive woman gazed at the white-robed youth’s beautiful face. She couldn’t get enough of it; the more she looked, the more pleased she felt.

Recalling the intention behind the figure’s earlier words, the woman understood. She felt immense joy. She couldn’t help but reach out and stroke him up and down a few times, her pretty face flushing a deep red. In an instant, she gathered up Yun Yi, transformed into a streak of light, and eagerly spirited him away, planning to find a place to have a ‘taste’ before taking him back!

…

High in the air, Lin Yuan wore a cold smile. He glanced with disdain at the Fire Spirit Palace demoness who had left happily with Yun Yi in tow.

In the past, Lin Yuan prided himself on not lightly employing such vicious schemes. But today was about paying back in kind—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

He would wait until Yun Yi had his Primordial Yang harvested. Let’s see what face he would have left to stand among the various Mystic Gate Dharma Lineages. This was far more satisfying than simply killing him.

Killing this person would require finding ways to cover it up, and the powerful elders of the Mystic Gate Dharma Lineages would investigate relentlessly. It was both troublesome and dangerous. But being abducted by a seductress and losing one’s Primordial Yang? That had nothing to do with him.

He doubted anyone would go to great lengths over such an embarrassing scandal!

A cold smile played on his face. In the next moment, Lin Yuan lightly grasped the ice-blue Heavenly River Kui Water Sword. His form transformed into a streak of light and shot towards the banks of the Lingjiang River.

Inside the Flame Immolation Array, many Fire Spirit Palace disciples were exerting their full strength to refine the Water Mansion beneath the river.

When Lin Yuan arrived, he saw at a glance that a luxurious and imposing Water Mansion beneath the surging, mighty Lingjiang River was surrounded by red light, enduring the erosion of a terrifying magical power. Combining this aura with the massive phenomenon above the Lingjiang River, Lin Yuan of course knew what this meant.

Lin Yuan held the Heavenly River Kui Water Sword. The Merit Golden Lamp on his shoulder changed as well. A layer of flame transformed into a pure spark, concealing the true nature of his treasure.

“Another intruder in the array?”

As Lin Yuan entered the Flame Immolation Array, from his position on the high platform at the array’s core, the Fire Spirit Ancestor opened his eyes.

He saw clearly—a figure in golden robes, shrouded in a pure, hazy Primordial Spirit treasure light that was impossible to see through.

It was a Primordial Spirit Great True Lord!

“Seeking his own destruction!”

His words were ice-cold, a flash of coldness in his eyes. This deadly array contained the profound mysteries of earth, inner fire, and annihilating Baleful Qi. It was complex and ever-changing, covering all directions. It could trap and kill an army of a hundred thousand. Even a Dragon Clan Earth Immortal couldn’t break through it quickly, let alone a mere Primordial Spirit Great True Lord.

After a dozen or so breaths, the Fire Spirit Ancestor looked up, his expression darkening. He saw several streaks of pure-colored meteors flying across the distant sky from the horizon, carrying vast auras with them. Senior cultivators from the Mystic Gate Dharma Lineages had arrived!!

“This is trouble!” The Fire Spirit Ancestor cursed inwardly. But in the next instant, his expression changed dramatically. Looking over, he saw changes had already occurred within the Flame Immolation Array.

The Primordial Spirit Great True Lord who had entered the array was not trapped. Instead, he seemed to treat the array’s numerous profound mysteries as nothing, as if he was exceptionally familiar with the Flame Immolation Array. He advanced unimpeded. Protected by a shield of golden radiant treasure light, his defenses were peerless, and the Baleful Qi could not invade. Wherever his sword light swept, the Fire Spirit Palace disciples hiding in the shadows were all slain.

In just a few breaths, he was right in front.

“The Flame Immolation Array… was directly broken?” The Fire Spirit Ancestor abruptly stood up from the high platform.