ragginovel Chapter 98 Top-Tier Scapegoat: The Saintess, This Black Pot is Big and Round
Chapter 98 Top-Tier Scapegoat: The Saintess, This Black Pot is Big and Round
Chapter 98 Top-Tier Scapegoat: The Saintess, This Black Pot is Big and Round
Heavenly Sword Peak, Asking the Way Pavilion.
A dead end on the chessboard.
The black piece fell, and the dragon was slain.
Xiao Wufeng held the warm, smooth chess piece between two fingers, not looking at the chessboard, but staring at the thick, impenetrable night outside the window.
Liu Ruyan slammed a bottle of dark red "Demon-Attracting Incense" onto the table.
Tea spilled out, staining the priceless golden nanmu wood table.
"What time is it? Still playing chess? I want that little bastard dead tonight!"
"Like smoke, anger is the epitaph of the incompetent," Xiao Wufeng said softly.
He got up and opened the window. The night wind rushed in, making the meticulously tailored hem of his clothes flutter.
Looking down at the back mountain, it was so dark it looked like a man-eating mouth.
"A perfect formation has no flaws, so I deliberately left an opening." Xiao Wufeng pointed to a point in the darkness, "That's the bait."
"Beneath the bait lies a mother-child linked killing formation." The mother formation is primarily defensive, the child formation primarily offensive. The demon-attracting incense you gave him wasn't to lure him into demonic possession, but to mask the spiritual pressure fluctuations when the formation is activated.
He made a fist with his hand, "Once he touches that flaw, whether by skill or brute force, the formation will reverse, and the area within a hundred feet will instantly become a demonic realm. At the same time, the Enforcement Hall's 'Immortal-Trapping Lock' will automatically lock the space."
Xiao Wufeng turned around, his eyes devoid of emotion, only displaying a chilling indifference that seemed to foresee the end of everything.
"Trespassing on forbidden grounds, disrupting formations, colluding with the demonic cult. No need to frame him. At that moment, he was the demon. That's the real dead end."
""
Behind Tianjian Peak, crows cried mournfully.
Yu Liang rode on Pig Lord's back, tossing the scarlet "Myriad Spirit Blood Bead" in his hand.
Blood droplets danced on his fingertips, like a restless heart.
"Stop." Yu Liang tightened the pig's ears.
Piglet shook his head in dissatisfaction, his pink fur bristling in the night wind: "Hmph?"
"It's going too smoothly." Yu Liang squinted, staring at the slightly out-of-place rock a hundred meters away.
"Hehehe—it's really disgusting how easy it is." Deep in his mind, that sinister voice suddenly rang out, carrying a mocking schadenfreude.
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The rusty sword trembled, and the illusory image of Qiongqi, a one-eyed old man, appeared in Yu Liang's mind, drooling over the rock: "The thing buried under that rock smells awful. A stench of 'scheming,' mixed with the metallic rust of a high-level killing formation. Kid, that's a meat grinder; anyone who touches it will be crushed."
"Someone with severe OCD like Xiao Wufeng, who even folds his underwear into neat squares according to color, would tolerate a mouse hole in his backyard?" Yu Liang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that looked sinister. "He's fishing."
"Fishing? I think he's trying to blow up the fishpond." Qiongqi chuckled, a green flame flickering in his single eye. "But this formation is quite interesting. If I could absorb the spiritual power of the formation's core, I could recover one ten-thousandth of my original strength."
"Want some? Don't rush, someone's paying for us." Yu Liang's lips curled up.
Behind her, Ji Linglong, dressed as a village girl, lowered her head, her hand sweating as she gripped the broken shovel hidden in her sleeve.
An opportunity! This is a blind spot.
As long as I get close to that rock, I can bury that bastard with a single shovel, then destroy the formation, frame Tianjian Peak, and fabricate a story about Qingxuan Sect. Two birds with one stone.
Simply perfect!
"Xiao Cui." Yu Liang suddenly turned around, his gaze unfathomable, like two will-o'-the-wisps.
Ji Linglong's heart clenched, and she instinctively gripped the sword tightly: "Young Master—Young Master?"
"Go, loosen the soil around that rock."
Yu Liang pointed to the deadly trap, his tone as casual as if he were instructing a maid to water flowers, "I don't like it."
Ji Linglong was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
You want to use me as a stepping stone?
Fool! Just what I wanted!
As long as I shovel down and detonate the formation, I can kill him in the chaos!
"Yes! Young Master, I'll go right away!" Ji Linglong was afraid that Yu Liang would change his mind, so she lifted her skirt, grabbed the broken shovel, and charged towards the rock like a warrior.
"Tsk tsk tsk—" Qiongqi commented, "Look at that murderous aura, it's practically overflowing. This silly girl thinks she's a hunter? Using this silly girl as a minesweeper, Yu Liang, you really are black-hearted, even blacker than the ancestor."
"You flatter me," Yu Liang thought to himself with a cold laugh.
"Hey, this feint attack was all thanks to this woman drawing aggro."
"Hmph!"
Just as Ji Linglong raised her broken shovel high, filled with the thrill of revenge, and slashed fiercely at the rock, Yu Liang suddenly clenched his pig's belly and shouted, "Run!"
Pig Grandpa's hooves seemed to fly, but instead of running backwards, he used the cover of night to race wildly down a very secluded path on the side.
That was a shortcut to the icy pool, but also a dead end that Xiao Wufeng could never have imagined.
boom-!!!
A deafening roar came from behind. Crimson light shot into the sky, and demonic energy raged.
Ji Linglong's shovel strike precisely knocked on the gates of hell.
Deep underground, countless black and red runes danced wildly like venomous snakes, unleashing a terrifying suction force that instantly dyed the spiritual energy within a hundred feet radius into a pitch-black "demonic aura."
"Wow! This is art!" Qiongqi rolled around excitedly in its sea of consciousness, greedily inhaling the chaotic laws erupting in the air. "What a wonderful aura of destruction! What a pity for that little girl, she's probably going to be blown to bits."
"Demonic energy?!" Ji Linglong's face turned deathly pale, and the broken shovel in her hand was sent flying. The pure aura emanating from this place made even this holy maiden of the demonic sect feel her heart pound with fear.
A trap! This is a sure-kill scheme against the evil cult!
"Demon cultists! Surrender!" A thunderous shout rang out.
In mid-air, dozens of sword lights tore through the night.
Tie Wuqing was clad in black armor, followed by elite members of the Enforcement Hall exuding murderous intent; they had clearly been lying in ambush for some time.
A golden "Immortal-Trapping Lock" beam of light descended from the sky, sealing off all escape routes.
A deadly enemy lies ahead, pursuers are behind. A desperate situation.
Inside the Asking Pavilion, Xiao Wufeng looked at the red light shining in the water mirror, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.
"it's over."
Ji Linglong was completely dumbfounded.
She looked at the surging "demonic energy" all around her.
My first thought was: Did the cult leader send someone else to meet us?
No! This is a formation simulation!
This is a sure-kill strategy against the evil cult!
She looked up blankly.
She was surrounded by countless flying swords, and dozens of disciples from the Enforcement Hall were pointing at her with murderous intent.
Tie Wuqing looked down at her, his face ashen, his gaze fixed on the broken shovel at her feet.
The shovel was still covered with stone chips that had caused the formation to reverse.
Then look at her body.
Dressed as a village girl, yet exuding the aura of pure demonic martial arts—that was a reactionary outburst triggered by the earlier explosion.
"Fine, very well." Tie Wuqing laughed in fury, his thunder whip crackling and crackling with electricity. "Caught red-handed! Holding the murder weapon, wearing a disguise, and even attempting to break the mountain-protecting formation to draw demonic energy into your body! Demonic witch, what else do you have to say?!"
Ji Linglong looked at the broken shovel, then at the fierce-looking sword cultivators around her, and then turned back.
That bastard riding the pig is long gone.
Her brain completely shut down.
The script is wrong!
I am the assassin who is about to kill!
Why did those two guys disappear, and now this huge, round black pot has been dumped on my head?!
The smoke and dust cleared.
The back hill was not quiet; the rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to mock the mess on the ground.
Xiao Wufeng stood at the edge of the formation, dressed in pure white, spotless.
He frowned slightly as he looked at Ji Linglong, who was bound like a dumpling by the Immortal Lock.
The person has been caught, but—wasn't it too easy?
And what about Yu Liang?
"Come out, Junior Brother Yu."
Xiao Wufeng suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and glanced at the darkness not far away. "Your maid has triggered the killing formation. As her master, how long are you going to hide?"
silence.
A deathly silence.
Only a few oblivious crows were cawing.
Sudden.
"Oh my god! What's going on?!" An exaggerated exclamation came from the side and behind.
Xiao Wufeng turned around abruptly. He saw Yu Liang emerging from the bushes, his clothes disheveled and panting heavily.
He was still holding his belt, looking like he had just come back from relieving himself.
He stared in shock at Ji Linglong on the ground, then at Tie Wuqing, whose face was filled with murderous intent, before finally fixing his gaze on Xiao Wufeng.
"Senior Brother Xiao? Elder Tie? What are you doing—holding some kind of big bonfire party?"
Xiao Wufeng narrowed his eyes, looking Yu Liang up and down: "Where did you go?"
"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes."
Yu Liang scratched his head sheepishly, then fastened his belt. "My stomach hurt earlier, so I went to the bathroom over there. What, is it illegal to poop these days?"
Tie Wuqing was furious, pointing his thunder whip at Ji Linglong: "Enough nonsense! This woman wielded a weapon to destroy the formation, and she also possesses demonic energy. She's caught red-handed! Yu Liang, you're colluding with the demonic sect!"
"Wait." Xiao Wufeng raised his hand, interrupting Tie Wuqing's roar.
He looked at Yu Liang as if he were looking at a monkey that had fallen into a trap and was still trying to tell jokes.
His eyes held a cruel glint, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Since Junior Brother Yu didn't run away, he must have come to claim his lost item."
Xiao Wufeng pointed to the unconscious Ji Linglong on the ground, his voice steady, yet every word was piercing.
"This woman carried a weapon late at night and disrupted the Heavenly Sword Peak formation."
"If she is a demonic cult member, then you are an accomplice and should be executed according to the law."
"If she isn't—" Xiao Wufeng paused, a confident smile curving his lips, "then it can only be someone from your Purple Bamboo Peak. They let their servants commit violence and disrupt the mountain's protective formation."
"Junior Brother Yu, what's your answer to this question?"
"Wow, what a clever double-ghost knocking on the door move!" Qiongqi's voice echoed in Yu Liang's mind, tinged with a lazy, almost smug, enjoyment of the spectacle. "Death is on the left, and death is on the right. This kid surnamed Xiao is quite the master of logical loops. He's putting you on the hot seat. How about it? Beg me, your ancestor, and maybe I can chew up this Immortal-Binding Lock for you?"