The eight Spirit Transformation of the Lu Clan surrounded Zheng Fa, while the Creation Daoist and others stood aside, saying nothing.
Everyone was watching his expression, seemingly waiting for him to back down.
Zheng Fa looked around, only to be met with indifferent gazes. He knew these people all wanted to learn this High Antiquity language to compete for the Primordial Purple Qi, but he still shook his head. "I cannot pass it on to you."
The Lu Clan's Grand Elder's eyes turned cold, and a golden arrow materialized from the longbow in his hand, pointing directly at Zheng Fa.
The heat was intense, but Zheng Fa did not yield an inch. The Creation Jade Disc Sun-Shooting Bow, and he drew the string with his right hand, facing it from afar.
The lights in the hall flickered, and the temperature soared.
Are you really willing to suffer a lose-lose situation?
The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan shouted.
"You chose a lose-lose situation." Zheng Fa's tone was even colder, his face showing an unyielding demeanor.
His uncompromising response left the Lu Clan's Grand Elder feeling rather awkward.
Zheng Fa, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Everyone who has entered the Nine Luminaries Heaven has their own strength and treasures. We all rely on our own methods. Do you think I, Shi Nandang, can't see through your schemes?"
The Creation Daoist and the others exchanged glances as they looked at Zheng Fa's tall and upright figure, but remained silent.
Zheng Fa sneered, disregarding everything, and his Spiritual Qi surged wildly into the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow. The bow shimmered with dazzling light, and a golden stream of fire was about to leave the bowstring.
"Alright!" Creation Daoist finally spoke, waving his right hand as his whisk traced an arc before resting on Zheng Fa's Sun-Shooting Bow. He looked at Zheng Fa with a forced smile and advised, "Fellow Daoist Shi, why are you so impulsive? If you are unwilling, we will not force you. Why ruin the harmony?"
His words brought a sigh of relief to the others.
The Gu God looked at Zheng Fa, his expression clearly saying three words: "Are you crazy?"
Zheng Fa scoffed inwardly. This group of people had been silent just now, only trying to push him. But if he really wanted to overturn the table, they wouldn't dare, especially... the Creation Daoist.
Zheng Fa had a general idea of what the Primordial Purple Qi was, while others might not, but the Creation Daoist certainly did—he knew far too much.
Therefore, if he doesn't teach them the High Antiquity language, they might lose the chance to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi. However, if he fights with these eight Lu Clan and the Nine Luminaries Heaven Illusionary Realm is destroyed, they will definitely miss out on the Primordial Purple Qi.
He refused to believe that the Three Creation Devil Ancestors, who had hidden in the Nine Luminaries Heaven for an entire era and waited for so many years, would simply allow this illusion to crumble.
As expected, the Creation Daoist couldn't resist.
The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan wanted to speak again, but Creation Daoist snorted, "Fellow Daoist Shi is right, each according to their own methods."
"Can..."
"I have been entrusted by Fellow Daoist Lu Mo to wait in the Nine Luminaries Heaven for so many years," the Creation Daoist said quietly. "I do not care who obtains the Primordial Purple Qi, but whoever lets it escape, preventing Lu Mo Daoist Primordial Purple Qi from obtaining this treasure..."
Before he could finish speaking, the whisk in his hand suddenly grew a hundred times larger, and the hundreds of whisk strands transformed into countless thick white pythons, flicking their tongues at Zheng Fa and the others.
Light from outside shone through the door, casting the figure of the Creation Daoist onto the ground, creating a shadow that covered half of the hall. Within this shadow was a chilling darkness that seemed to prey on those who sought to devour them.
The eight members of the Lu Clan were covered in cold sweat, their lips were all pale, but none of them dared to speak.
Zheng Fa felt as if the shadow was gaping wide open at him.
The terror seemed to vanish in an instant; the scenery before him blurred, and all that remained was the kind, smiling face of the Creation Daoist: "As I said, we are all family. Fellow Daoist Shi's ability to understand this language is of great benefit to us. If we can obtain the Primordial Purple Qi through this in the future, it will be an even greater achievement. You have all listened to my teachings for many days; I'm sure you have had a hard time."
" Clearwind, Brightmoon!"
"Master."
Two young Daoist boys entered the main hall, and the Creation Daoist instructed them, "Take these distinguished guests to their guest rooms to rest. Do not neglect them."
"Yes!"
Clearwind Brightmoon seemed to have some discernment, able to tell who had deep conflicts with whom and who had some subtle connections with whom.
Clearwind first led the Gu God, the eight members of the Lu Clan, and the White Bone Devil Ancestor away.
Brightmoon walked up to Zheng Fa, then looked at the White Lotus Monk and the Golden-Winged Great Peng, and asked with a smile, "Distinguished guests, please follow me."
White Lotus and the Golden-Winged Great Peng exchanged a glance and followed Brightmoon outside, with Zheng Fa following behind.
The four of them didn't talk much along the way. Only White Lotus softly chanted Buddhist mantras, while the Golden-Winged Great Peng kept glancing at Zheng Fa out of the corner of his eye.
Upon reaching a guest courtyard, Brightmoon stopped first, pointing inside and saying, "Master said this place is secluded and quiet, perfect for the White Lotus Monk to meditate."
The White Lotus monk glanced inside, smiled, and nodded, saying, "This place is excellent. Thank you for your good fortune, Creation."
Zheng Fa glanced around and saw that the place was indeed filled with ancient trees, and the scent of sandalwood seemed to waft from the courtyard.
Brightmoon then settled the Golden-Winged Great Peng in a secluded courtyard near the mountain peak. With Zheng Fa by her side, they walked for a long time, passing through a small path, before finally arriving at an extremely secluded courtyard.
"Master Shi, the master said you can stay here."
Zheng Fa looked at the secluded courtyard, surrounded by ancient, imposing trees, and nodded slightly. Just then, Brightmoon suddenly said, "Master asked me to remind you that you have offended many people today. From now on, it's best to stay within the Daoist temple and not venture out easily."
Zheng Fa couldn't help but look at Brightmoon. The little girl had rosy lips and white teeth, and still had obvious baby fat. Looking at his face, she had an innocent smile.
"If you leave this Daoist temple, the master... may not be able to protect you."
The tone of his voice didn't sound like that of a child; instead, it carried a deep-seated malice.
Zheng Fa looked at the Brightmoon, but some questions remained unasked:
Is this a warning not to go out, or is it that I'm not allowed to go out at all?
Is it that he can't protect me, or... will he also attack me?
Seeing the cunning look in Brightmoon's innocent eyes, Zheng Fa turned around, glanced behind him, and remained silent for a long time before finally smiling and replying, "I understand."
Hearing Zheng Fa's reply, Brightmoon nodded happily, looking like she was being a good girl. She skipped and hopped towards the door, muttering, "You'll be fine as long as you stay in the Five Organs Temple."
"What view?" Zheng Fa was taken aback and pressed for an answer.
"The five internal organs, the Five Organs Temple, the five internal organs of the five viscera and six bowels." Brightmoon stood at the end of the path, turned around, and answered earnestly, as if she were teaching Zheng Fa to recognize characters.
The green shadows of the leaves fell on her face, casting a greenish sheen in her eyes as she looked at Zheng Fa, like a starving wolf cub.
Zheng Fa watched the bright Brightmoon depart, then looked up at the sky and Five Organs Temple the trees were all so tall they seemed to reach the clouds.
The branches and leaves of the trees grow horizontally, forming a cage that cuts the sky into pieces.
(End of this chapter)