The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 819

Chapter 819: Chapter 816: Uninvited Guest Chapter 819: Chapter 816: Uninvited Guest Zhou Yu, upon witnessing the scene in the Suspended Sky Mirror, immediately collapsed onto the ground, his face deathly pale.

He had calculated every possibility but had not expected that the mirror could record events happening outside. If there had been only a single image, he could have denied any small slip-up, but now that there were images both inside and out, he had no ground for argument.

Huang Tong's face turned an ashen hue, and with a sudden movement, he struck his palm toward Zhou Yu's head.

But a streak of red lightning shot forward, blocking above Zhou Yu's head.

The force of Huang Tong's palm hit the red shadow, producing a loud “bang,” and energy surged in all directions.

The red shadow merely trembled before returning to form. It was a vermilion long ribbon, emitting brilliant spiritual light, clearly a precious treasure.

Zhou Yu's face had already turned ghostly white, indicating that if Huang Tong's palm had landed on his head, he would have undoubtedly been killed.

“There is no need for such severity. Although Zhou Yu was misled and made a mistake, he has yet to cause a great disaster. His crime does not warrant death. It would be better to strip him of his cultivation and confine him in the dungeon,” said Fairy Qinglian, raising her hand.

The tail end of the vermilion long ribbon flicked out like a snake and shot into Zhou Yu's Dantian with a “swoosh.”

With the destruction of his Dantian, Zhou Yu's mana dissipated like smoke, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Huang Tong's eyes twitched, but he said nothing.

“Take him away,” Fairy Qinglian ordered with a wave of her hand.

“Sect Leader, we have not yet interrogated Zhou Yu as to why he committed such an act,” an elder stood and said.

“There is no need for questioning. I have already ascertained that due to old grievances with Wu Ming and that Shen Luo, he incited Zhou Yu against the latter. Zhou Yu, indulging in emotions and driven by jealousy, plotted to take Shen Luo's life during the trial by releasing that Frog spirit,” Fairy Qinglian stated indifferently.

Upon hearing Fairy Qinglian reveal his deepest secrets, Zhou Yu's last bit of false hope vanished completely, and he lowered his head in resignation, filled with endless regret.

When the elder heard this, he looked at Zhou Yu, sighed, and stood up to escort Zhou Yu out.

“Sect Leader, I have failed in my oversight of my disciple and no longer deserve the authority of enforcing our sect's laws. This is the Punishment Order token; I ask that you take it back,” Huang Tong said as he took out a bright token and placed it on the nearby tea table.

The token, smooth as a mirror and with the character “Law” inscribed on it, appeared quite extraordinary.

Seeing this, the expressions of the other elders shifted.

The position of Mount Putuo's Discipline Elder carried immense power, second only to the Sect Leader. Over many years, two factions had formed within Mount Putuo: one led by Fairy Qinglian and the other by Huang Tong. Now with Huang Tong relinquishing his disciplinary authority, there would undoubtedly be a significant shift in the power dynamics of Mount Putuo.

After placing the token down, Huang Tong turned and walked out without waiting for Fairy Qinglian to speak.

“You all may leave,” Fairy Qinglian said with a sigh.

The several elders and Wei Qing in the great hall, upon hearing this, stood up, gave a bow, and left one after another.

Fairy Qinglian gestured and the Punishment Order token flew into her hand with a “swoosh.”

As she caressed the smooth token, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and she vanished from the great hall in a shimmer.

…

The next day, on the square of Mount Putuo, everyone gathered for the conclusion of the “Immortal Apricot Conference,” where the ownership of the immortal apricot was to be announced.

On the high platform was an altar table with a white jade box containing a golden-yellow immortal apricot about the size of a pigeon's egg. At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary apricot, but the glowing light it radiated from within was a sign not to be underestimated.

The whole jade box was covered by a dome-shaped white light curtain, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Shen Luo had arrived early and watched the apricot on the platform, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

His body's chaotic vital energy had already been refined. As long as he obtained this immortal apricot, his lifespan problem would be immediately resolved.

“Congratulations, Brother Shen,” Bai Xiaotian said with a smile.

He knew Shen Luo's physical condition and was sincerely happy that Shen Luo had won the immortal apricot.

“Thank you,” Shen Luo said.

Zheng Jun, Lin Qianqian, Zhan Yue, and others who had recovered came up to thank Shen Luo, who responded to each of them in turn.

In a secluded area not far away, two graceful figures stood. They were Li Shu and Liu Qing, who were looking at Shen Luo from afar amidst the crowd.

“I can't believe he actually won,” Li Shu said with a smile, her eyebrows curving into a half-moon.

“This Shen Luo indeed has quite a bit of ability,” Liu Qing also said with a smile.

Suddenly, Li Shu sighed softly, sounding wistful.

“What's wrong?” Liu Qing asked, seeing Li Shu like this.

“Nothing much, just thinking that Junior Sister Nie has good judgment,” Li Shu said with some emotion.

“Oh, is our very own prestigious Princess Shu actually taking a liking to that Shen Luo? You are a princess of the Tang Dynasty, marrying him as Prince Consort wouldn't be too bad,” Liu Qing teased with a giggle.

“There's no such thing. I hold only respect for Big Brother Shen. Don't talk nonsense, Daoist friend Liu. Besides, as a member of the royal family, I am not the one to decide my own marriage matters,” Li Shu said with a slightly blushed face.

After all the factions had gathered, Fairy Qinglian of Mount Putuo, Huang Tong Daoist, and others also appeared on the square.

“The Immortal Apricot Conference concludes with this. Thank you fellow Daoists for your participation. Despite some unforeseen events that occurred during the conference, we managed to get through it safely. Today, we shall announce the ownership of the immortal apricot,” Fairy Qinglian announced.

There was a murmur among the crowd below, with many eyes turning towards Shen Luo.

“May Nephew Shen of the Great Tang Dynasty Government now please come up,” Fairy Qinglian said indifferently.

Shen Luo emerged from the crowd and ascended the high platform.

“Nephew Shen, with your remarkable strength, has won the first place. According to the conference's rules, this immortal apricot is yours now. Please make sure to use it well,” Fairy Qinglian said, a slight smile showing at the corner of her mouth as she looked at Shen Luo.

For the first time, Shen Luo saw Fairy Qinglian smile, which indicated she was in good spirits.

“Thank you, Sect Leader,” he said, giving a bow.

“Cai Zhu, please take out the immortal apricot and hand it to Shen Luo,” Fairy Qinglian told Nie Caizhu who was standing beside her.

Nie Caizhu responded and went to get a white jade talisman from the offering table.

“Haha! The Immortal Apricot Conference is over just like that? That's really disappointing. Let us join in the fun as well!” Just at that moment, a booming voice came from afar.

The voice was like a tidal wave breaking through the sky, causing the whole square to rumble.

“Who goes there!” Fairy Qinglian's expression changed as she called out coldly.

The void above the square fluctuated, and seven or eight tall figures emerged.

The leader was a giant clad in black armor, towering at two zhang high, resembling the Juling God, with two pitch-black dragon horns on his head–clearly of the Demon Race.

The others, although humanoid, had more or less features of the Demon Race, and were clearly all members of it.

Among them, an eagle-nosed man and a hunchbacked old man exuded overwhelming presence, each standing beside the black-armored giant.

Shen Luo observed the group, his expression changing slightly.

The breath coming from the black-armored man was profound and unfathomable. Shen Luo could not fathom it, but it was at least that of a True Immortal Stage being.

The eagle-nosed man and the hunchbacked old man were also likely to be at the True Immortal cultivation level, while the rest were unmistakably at the Great Mahayana Stage.

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