readytorunbook Chapter 123 Revenge for wrongs, avenge grievances for injustices
Chapter 123 Revenge for wrongs, avenge grievances for injustices
It was really conflicted, so it secretly asked Qi Yan for help. Now, there was one more person in a dilemma.
Qi Yan looked at Yun Zhao's smiling eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "I won't tell Zhao Zhao yet. I've heard some things about Zhao Zhao's childhood. If I get another false alarm, I'm afraid she'll..."
After they returned to the Qingyun Sect, Mu Qianqian secretly contacted him.
She told Qi Yan that Yun Zhao had a pitiful childhood. He was born with a deficiency, which made him slow to react and often made him the laughingstock of some of the children in the sect.
Her grandfather and parents often went out, and could only stay at the sect for a few days a year. Although Han Yue Zhenren and Lu Mingdao were in the sect, they could not take care of her all the time.
After her parents passed away, some unruly children took advantage of Yun Zhao becoming an orphan and having no one to rely on to bully her.
It wasn't until later, when the Spirit of Extinction disguised itself as a child and entered the Qingyun Sect, that Xiao Yunzhao was no longer bullied.
Mu Qianqian talked to him for a long time, and at the end, she told him that he must treat Yun Zhao well.
Although Mu Qianqian said those words, Qi Yan knew that she was speaking on behalf of Hanyue Zhenren.
"After we leave the secret realm, I will secretly look for the old sect master. If I can find him, I will tell Zhaozhao."
For the first time, Qi Yan felt incredibly frustrated by having no subordinates; he had to personally go out of his way to find someone.
Forget it, after a while, like in my past life, I'll take in his underlings.
Thinking of his past life, Qi Yan had a question in his mind: why was there such a big difference between his past life and this life?
The Yun Zhao of the past life is not the same as the Yun Zhao of now. Also, why did the whole world end after he killed Song Zhiyuan?
These doubts lingered in Qi Yan's mind, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
Why is this happening?
However, now was not the time to think about that. Qi Yan kept those questions to himself and entered the castle with Yun Zhao.
The castle was equally magnificent, with floors paved with rare minerals, chandeliers made of luminous pearls, and twelve statues carved from top-grade spirit stones lining the roads.
At the very front stood a gleaming golden chair, which no one dared to look directly at, because…
It's too bright!
The gold (or possibly other material) seat shone brightly under the glow of the luminous pearl.
After adjusting for a moment, Yun Zhao lowered his hand from his eyes.
She couldn't help but click her tongue, "Is this really where I lived in my past life? It doesn't fit my aesthetic at all."
Qi Yan silently pointed to the golden chair, "Are you sure? It's made of real gold, not fake at all."
Yun Zhao: "..."
She wasn't sure; she was just saying it casually.
She never dared to imagine that owning a chair made entirely of gold would make her such a lively and cheerful little girl.
Now, she dares to dream, and not only dares to dream, she also owns an entire castle—no, to be precise, the entire Lingxu Secret Realm is hers.
Yes, become rich overnight!
Yun Zhao decisively ran over and hugged the golden chair, shouting, "My darling little baby~", completely unaware of the two jars of jealousy that Qi Yan and the Spirit of Extinction had instantly brewed beside him.
Zhao Zhao (senior sister) has never called me her little darling or baby!
Han Mujiao touched the floor with his left hand and the top-grade spirit stone sculpture with his right, taking a moment to relax and expressing his disdain for Yun Zhao's hobbies.
Worldly gold is nothing compared to rare ores and top-grade spirit stones.
Seeing Yun Zhao embracing the golden chair with a look of pure bliss, Han Mujiao didn't understand, but he respected.
Of course, it didn't forget to be sarcastic, "Nephew, your wife likes that stuff, so she doesn't want you anymore~"
"Little Ling, even your senior sister doesn't want you anymore~"
Qi Yan and the Spirit of Extinction were already feeling a pang of sadness, and upon hearing Han Mu Jiao's words, they both looked at it.
On Yun Zhao's shoulder, the Azure-Eyed Fox covered its eyes, silently mourning for its benevolent dragon for a minute.
Rest in peace.
Half an hour later, the Cold Wood Dragon paid the price for its foul mouth.
After admiring the beauty of the golden chair, Yun Zhao said to Bi Tonghu, "Those people need to find at least one opportunity to enter this place. Originally, I thought that Song Zhiyuan's side had more people and would be at a disadvantage in a fight."
“But things are different now,” Yun Zhao said with a malicious smile. “Little Fox, when we get back at you, we’ll settle our scores and avenge our wrongs. Whatever you want Song Zhiyuan to do, he’ll do it obediently.”
The Blue-Eyed Fox was unaware of what was going on, but Yun Zhao didn't say much and instead asked Qi Yan to help her set up some things.
As for the so-called inheritance, it is actually a divine sense that identifies disciples of Lingxu Palace. All disciples of Lingxu Palace can obtain some inheritance through their divine sense.
In his previous life, Yun Zhao set up this divine sense so that after the disciples in the secret realm came out, they could use the things in the divine sense to revitalize Lingxu Palace.
Unfortunately, not a single disciple of Lingxu Palace has entered over the years.
Yun Zhao did not regain her memories, but the emotions conveyed by that divine sense still affected her.
“Ayan, why did you say that no Lingxu Palace disciples came to the Lingxu Secret Realm? I remember you said that Lingxu Palace selected many disciples to take refuge in the secret realm.”
Qi Yan was also very puzzled. He guessed, "They may have met with misfortune. If any of them are still alive, they will definitely come when they hear the name of the Spirit Void Secret Realm."
Yun Zhao stroked his chin. Everyone had met with misfortune, not a single one survived. How strange.
While they were talking, the two of them had set up the scene. Everything was ready except for the arrival of the people.
The disciples were of similar skill levels and spent roughly the same amount of time to obtain the opportunity.
This opportunity is highly subjective; whether it's at the Heavenly or Yellow level, it's considered an opportunity.
Song Zhiyuan obtained a Heaven-Rank defensive magical artifact. He stood outside the castle gate, looking at the excited other cultivators, a hint of disdain flashing across his eyes.
Having obtained the Yellow Rank opportunity, they dare to compete for the inheritance of Lingxu Palace; they truly do not know their own limitations.
Well, let them go and scout ahead, so that there won't be any casualties on his side.
At Song Zhiyuan's instruction, his followers quietly moved to the back of the crowd, while those who were blinded by the inheritance scrambled to stand at the front.
Somewhere in the Spirit Void Secret Realm, sensing that almost everyone had arrived, Elder Zixu and Elder Wuyou exchanged a glance and disappeared from the spot.
A few seconds later, the two appeared in front of the castle. Looking at the large group of people there, they stroked their beards with satisfaction.
“Brother Zixu, there are many more people this time than before. Maybe we can find a few little guys. It will not have been in vain that we have guarded this secret realm for ten thousand years.”
"I have no way to express my relief," said the old man.
The old man Zixu nodded. "It's getting late. Let's open the door and let them in... Will you preside over this time or should I?"
"Let me do it, Brother Zixu, you take a rest."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the castle gates opened. He cleared his throat and began:
"Everyone, I am the guardian spirit of Lingxu Palace. I know you have overcome many dangers to come here, in order to obtain the inheritance of Lingxu Palace. Next..."
Old Man Zixu interrupted him, "Wait, something's not right."