The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 880

Chapter 880: Chapter 877: The Return of the Golden Scales Chapter 880: Chapter 877: The Return of the Golden Scales “`

“This assertion seems inappropriate. I've heard that Senior Jinlin's cultivation level is profound. Could she not see that a Soul-splitting Shadow Imprint was planted in your body? All you needed to do was reveal this, and the Qinglian Sect Leader and Senior Huangtong would have faced severe punishment from the sect. In that case, none of the subsequent events would have occurred,” Shen Luo suddenly interjected.

“That thief Madam Qingyue and Huang Tong Daoist's Soul-splitting Shadow Imprint on me and my father is no ordinary soul brand. It's a unique imprint, and they've also used a secret technique to conceal it. Initially, Jinlin didn't recognize it either,” Wei Qing snorted as he spoke.

What Wei Qing described could indeed make sense, but Shen Luo still felt there were some problems with it, though he couldn't quite put his finger on them at the moment.

“Later, during the sect's grand competition, I was discovered by Mount Putuo's disciples to have learned their Daoist techniques. Left with no choice, Jinlin had to flee with me. Only at this moment did I learn about the Soul-splitting Shadow Imprint that thief Madam Qingyue planted within me. Not just that, but my encounter with Jinlin, her transmission of Putuo Techniques to me, and even the exposure of my cultivation level during the sect's grand competition, were all arranged by her in secret. The purpose was to force Jinlin out of the sect and to secure her position as the leader of Mount Putuo,” continued Wei Qing, his voice seemingly capable of freezing people into ice.

“Shut up, sister Qingyue is a person of high morals and integrity, placing the sect above all; you have no right to slander her like this!” Fairy Qinglian couldn't bear it as Wei Qing repeatedly called her “thief Madam,” and her eyes nearly spat fire.

“High morals and integrity? Haha, what a global joke! Sect Leader Qinglian, although you and Qingyue have been in the same sect for many years, you truly don't understand her character! That thief Madam has mediocre talent but is extremely competitive. Unfortunately, among her peers, whether it's you or Jinlin, her talent is far inferior. Her heart is always filled with fear, afraid that your cultivation level will surpass her by too much, which is why she used the Soul-splitting Shadow Imprint,” Wei Qing sneered continuously, his eyes brimming with disdain.

Upon hearing these words, Fairy Qinglian stood there in a daze, recalling memories long past. Some things were indeed as Wei Qing described, she had just never paid attention to them.

The Mount Putuo elders and some senior disciples, recalling the behavior and style of Qingyue as Sect Leader, found that Wei Qing's words largely matched. They couldn't help but become somewhat skeptical.

“When Jinlin and I escaped Mount Putuo, that thief Madam Qingyue, fearing the exposure of her actions, pursued us together with Huang Tong Daoist. They caught up to us at the Southern Sea. To cover my escape, Jinlin alone held them all off and ultimately was exhausted to death. It was then that I told myself, for as long as I live, I must destroy Mount Putuo to avenge her deep-seated grievance!” Wei Qing glared at Fairy Qinglian, Huang Tong Daoist, and others, his eyes revealing endless hatred.

When he yelled these last few sentences, he did so with great force, his voice booming and echoing in the space. Everyone present turned pale, and for a long time, no one spoke.

“Elder Huangtong, when you and sister Qingyue went out chasing Jinlin and the others that year, only the two of you returned. Since sister has passed away, you're the only one who knows the whole truth. Is what Wei Qing says true?” Fairy Qinglian's face was deathly pale. She slowly turned to look at Huang Tong Daoist, her gaze sharp and piercing, causing tremors in the hearts of those who met it.

Huang Tong Daoist's gaze flickered, about to deny it, but under Fairy Qinglian's intense stare, he inexplicably trembled, unable to utter a word.

Seeing his reaction, everyone knew that what Wei Qing said was not false. They all sighed inwardly.

Shen Luo furrowed his brows. What Wei Qing said appeared to be true, but he still felt something was not quite right.

Moreover, throughout Wei Qing's lengthy talk, the blood shadow in his mind surprisingly didn't take the opportunity to act up, which was indeed odd.

At this thought, he quietly operated his Xuan Yin Mystifying Pupil again, discreetly peering into Wei Qing's divine soul, and a shock flashed through his eyes.

In Wei Qing's mind, the red shadow had disappeared without a trace.

As Wei Qing finished speaking, he started to breathe heavily, as if revealing these words had consumed a great deal of his mental effort.

“Yi Lang, you've suffered much over these years.” A gentle voice suddenly came from behind Wei Qing.

Wei Qing's body shook violently, and he froze in place. In the next moment, as if waking from a dream, he swiftly turned around, only to see a woman in a golden long skirt, hair like clouds, standing there, appearing out of nowhere.

The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her features were not particularly stunning, but her clear, bright eyes and her smiling lips made every movement vastly comforting. She exuded a gentle and soothing demeanor from the inside out.

Shen Luo was also startled. He was the closest to Wei Qing and, although he was considering the situation, he had not let his guard down. He hadn't noticed where this long skirt woman had come from at all.

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“Jinlin… Jinlin…” Wei Qing looked at the long-skirted woman, his face filled with an expression of disbelief, so much so that his speech began to stutter.

On the altar, Fairy Qinglian, Huang Tong Daoist, and the others also had their expressions change drastically.

They had all seen Jinlin before, and this long-skirted woman was indeed her, but wasn't Jinlin supposed to have fallen? How could she appear here?

“It is I.” The long-skirted woman slowly stepped forward, walking up to Wei Qing and raising her hand to gently stroke his body.

At that moment, Wei Qing was in his Demonic God State, towering much higher than the woman, so she could only brush the lower part of Wei Qing's leg with her hand.

“Are you really Jinlin? Impossible! I preserved your physical body in the Ten Thousand Years Ice Cave of the Great Snow Mountain, and I haven't even obtained the Yangliu Branch yet. You cannot possibly be resurrected at this moment! Who are you really? Why do you take on Jinlin's appearance to deceive me?” Wei Qing paused, then immediately stepped back, shouting sternly.

“Daoist Wei need not be so surprised. Our clan also possesses secret techniques and treasures capable of resurrecting the dead. Moreover, Daoist Ao has already obtained the Jade Purification Bottle. We used the Sweet Dew Water inside, in conjunction with other treasures, to attempt this and, unexpectedly, succeeded in bringing Daoist Jinlin back to life ahead of time,” said the long-skirted woman as a black-robed figure emerged from the void beside her, speaking with a light smile.

Shen Luo took a sharp breath when he saw the newcomer.

This person was dressed in a black robe, wearing a bamboo hat, and surrounded by a halo of purple-black light. It was the demon wind whom he had met several times before.

Moreover, the demonic Qi around the demon wind was surging powerfully, and his cultivation had improved significantly, having reached the Late Mahayana Stage, not far from becoming a True Immortal.

Next to the demon wind, the void shifted again, and Ma Xiuxiu's figure also appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, everyone else grew tense, paying close attention to their surroundings, fearing that other members of the Demon Clan might appear out of nowhere.

“Is what you say true?” Wei Qing's colossal body flashed with black light, instantly shrinking to human size, as he called out to the demon wind with both nervousness and longing.

“You and Daoist Jinlin were lovers, and you have been keeping her physical body for many years. You should know best whether she is the real one or not,” said the demon wind with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Wei Qing immediately looked towards Jinlin, muttering words to himself and pointing into the void with his finger.

A blue light glowed on Jinlin's chest and slowly emerged, turning into a sky-blue round pearl. The pearl sparkled with light, clearly a kind of extraordinary treasure.

“It's true. This is the Appearance Fixing Pearl that I personally refined to maintain your physical body's integrity. Jinlin, is it really you?” Wei Qing's whole body trembled, his eyes welling up with tears as he spoke with a trembling voice.

“Yi Lang, I've heard about all you've done for me over the years. It's okay now,” Jinlin moved forward and embraced Wei Qing.

“Jinlin, you have finally come back to life, that's great, that's so good…” Wei Qing tightly hugged Jinlin, his face brimming with happiness and satisfaction as he muttered dreamily.

As the two embraced each other in public, which went against the conventional propriety, everyone had just heard of the tragedy of Jinlin from Wei Qing. Now that Jinlin had been resurrected, it was as if the lovers were finally united, so no one had any objections. Instead, they offered silent blessings.

But just at that moment, a soft “puh” sound was heard, and a bloodstained bone-white sword blade suddenly protruded from Wei Qing's lower back and abdomen, with blood gushing out.

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