The Invisibility

"... Why are you staring at me? Weren't you uninterested just now? What, are you interested now? Want to try? Come on then, let me see what you're capable of."

Because her head and face were covered in blood and gore, the 'clone of the Yuzan hairpin' changed her clothes in the side hall, fetched a basin of water, and squatted down to wipe her body. As a result, Zheng Zetian actually followed her in, staring intently at her, as if he was not only not scared by the grotesque scene just now, but was even more eager to try it out.

Even the taste of you has changed.

Zheng Zetian leaned closer, sniffed the 'Yuzan's' neck carefully, and then reached out to touch the delicate skin.

"So soft, so warm... Just now it was turning into a ferocious corpse... Could it be that you guys can really reverse the process of ferocity?"

"How would I know? Ask the system."

Having already revealed her true form, 'Yuzan' was no longer bothered with playing the coy act. While wiping the bloodstains flowing down her chest with a wet wipe, she stretched out her legs, bent over, and laid out her exquisite figure, letting him do it himself.

Zheng Zetian lifted her up by the waist, holding the 'Jade Yuzan' facing him. He pressed on the 'Yuzan's' lower abdomen and channeled a wisp of true energy into her to examine her. He discovered that her body was indeed human! It wasn't an illusion, a transformation, or a disguise; her meridians and internal Inner Landscape were those of a normal Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"What, you just touch it?"

'Yuzan' combing her hair,

"Tianyu Mountain is so dangerous, you might die later. Why don't you store the original gene with me? Maybe if I escape, I can help you revive."

Zheng Zetian ignored her and picked up the Yuzan again, examining it from all angles. He couldn't figure out how the other person had used it, which only fueled his curiosity.

"If it's a Non-Thing demon that has been corrupted for a long time, can you restore it to human form?"

"Why should I tell you?" 'Yuzan' rolled her eyes at him. "You keep going back and forth, are you coming or not? If not, I'm getting dressed."

"If you aspire to cultivate immortality, do not come here casually before you form your core, or you will damage your foundation."

Zheng Zetian shook his head, wiped his hands, and left.

"Tsk, you're such a spoilsport."

'Yuzan' spat and took out her undergarments and silk skirt to change into.

Zheng Zetian sat back down on the futon and fell into deep thought.

Although the other party can temporarily transform into 'stage two' and then revert back, it's not without its costs. Judging from the close examination just now, she has lost a lot of weight, which means she must have consumed a lot of body fat and flesh.

Moreover, there might be other prerequisites and limitations to this reversal of the evil transformation. It might not be very effective for those at the Nascent Soul Realm. Otherwise, that 'Yin Qinglan' would be a temporary worker at the company, with such a high status in Xieluo Mountain, she wouldn't have been abandoned and discarded even though her injuries couldn't be healed.

"Hey, you were the one who didn't come earlier! You promised to help me retrieve the Ruyi Sword Scripture, so you can't go back on your word!"

With her clothes not even buttoned up, 'Yuzan' nimbly slid to her knees and pounced on Zheng Zetian like a cat, resting her head on his lap and widening her eyes to act cute.

Zheng Zetian looked at her.

"Who is this Chen Sha, the Peak Master of Tianyu Peak? What abilities does she possess to have obtained the true teachings of the Ruyi Sword Scripture? Is it even the genuine manual?"

The Yuzan proudly tied her hair.

"Oh, that's something I can tell you about."

Chen Sha was the Tianyu Mountain and the leader of the Southern Faction. She was originally a barbarian from Kun Country, and was taken in by the Grand Master to work as a fire-tending girl in Ink Bamboo Mountain. She could barely be considered a half-disciple, but her aptitude was average, and she could never obtain the true teachings of the Great Learning. However, she did learn a skill of the Moshan Sword Technique. Later, she also obtained the true teachings of Bamboo Mountain.

It is said that this person trained in Lei Marsh and obtained the immortal destiny of the Sword Sect. Later, she often went to Kunlun to handle affairs and obtained many inheritances from the Sword Ancestor. Now she has created her own sword path and often represents Ink Bamboo Mountain to manage affairs in the Ten-thousand-mountains and Kunlun. The Xuan Sect God Sect knows her name and she is known in the martial arts world as the Poison Sword Immortal.

Back then, she and Qin Jiu had a great sword duel at Tianyu Mountain, vying for the position of chief senior brother. In the end, she actually used the <Ruyi Sword Scripture>, which allowed her to control ten thousand swords with her mind! She almost turned defeat into victory! Only then did the world realize that this true teaching still existed in the world. Perhaps she was the last successor of the Beichen Sword Sect or something like that?

Zheng Zetian asked in surprise, "Wait, he can control ten thousand swords? Doesn't that mean he's already at the minor completion stage? That Qin Jiu is actually so powerful that he can even defeat someone using the Ruyi Sword Scripture at this stage?"

'Yuzan' pursed her lips.

"Oh, that's the one the Grand Master personally trained and took in since childhood. He became the Cloud Platform Sword Master in the Golden Core Stage, and within a few years of reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, he won the position of Senior Brother. Now his power is even more unfathomable. He has dominated the Southern Country for forty years, killing indiscriminately while holding back his cultivation level. He has killed countless demons and monster lords. He is undoubtedly the number one in the Nascent Soul Realm, and even ordinary Divine Transformation stage cultivators cannot compare to him."

"But don't worry, we've already asked the Ling King of the South Sea to send 100,000 troops to invade the South Sea. Even if Qin Jiu is powerful, he won't be able to get back in an instant."

What good are 100,000 small fry? They just want to work him to death, don't they...?

"So you already have a plan?"

"Of course, coming here to pick up the book is just a side thing. I've already made arrangements. Tonight, the temporary guild will sabotage things secretly, sending the people from Ink Bamboo Mountain away. The Tianyu Mountain will naturally have to come out of seclusion to oversee the sword formation, just in case. We'll take this opportunity to sneak into her cave to search and steal the scriptures."

Zheng Zetian his eyes. "Huh? That's it? There's no way you could steal it like that. Do you even know the original name of the Ruyi Sword Scripture? Do you know where it's hidden? If she carried it with her, wouldn't you have wasted your time? How did you come up with this on a whim?"

The Yuzan became a hit and its popularity skyrocketed.

"Hey! That's enough! I've been putting up with you for too long, you little brat! If you're so great, why don't you go on a pilgrimage to the West!"

Zheng Zetian nodded, "Okay."

He stood up and walked outside.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing! It's not even dark yet! Are you trying to snitch on me?"

'Yuzan' lunged forward in a flash, its hand transforming into a ghostly claw, gripping Zheng Zetian's shoulder.

Zheng Zetian glared at her.

"What the world calls the 'Ruyi Sword Scripture' actually refers specifically to the annotations and insights of that sword ancestor, based on the celestial book passed down by the Beichen Sword Sect, the 'Xuan Girl of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden's Ruyi Book,' which he revised and rewrote. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the 'Mysterious Heavenly Book.'"

But that Sword Ancestor Xuantian, though powerful, is incredibly stupid and utterly incapable of preaching and expounding the Dao. His <Sword Scripture> is probably even more obscure and difficult to understand than the original. Such a rare opportunity for immortality is hard to come by. If you can't even read mine, how are you going to find the <Ruyi Sword Scripture>?"

The Yuzan retracted its claws, its expression showing surprise.

"You, how could you know so much... Ah, could you be a reincarnation? Oh, now I understand everything. That's why you were able to get your hands on the celestial book and pass the interview... No wonder you like this kind of young..."

Zheng Zetian rolled his eyes at her.

"Let's go. If that book really is the <Ruyi Sword Scripture>, then Peak Master Chen would probably be eager to find another successor."

Seeing how determined he was, 'Yuzan' hesitated for a moment, but still followed him out of the dormitory.

The two climbed the Plank Road to the Main Peak Tianyu Mountain. When they reached the halfway point, they found a large crowd blocking the way. The classroom where the lecture was being held was now protected by a barrier. In the distance, they could see flashing Sword Light and thunder and fire, clearly indicating that someone was engaged in a sword fight.

Zheng Zetian looked at the 'Yuzan', and the latter shook his head, "It's not for us, it's not the right time yet."

So the two of them followed the crowd of onlookers and heard many passersby also wondering and discussing the matter.

"What's going on? The Fencing Tournament? Isn't it supposed to be every seven days? It's not time yet, is it?"

"I heard it was a fight among the international students. After class, the students from Magu Mountain blocked Songshan Mountain, saying they had a personal grudge and wanted to settle scores. They cleared the area for a sword fight, five against five."

"Wow, they managed to gather so many people for a five-on-five team fight? What grudge could cause such a big fuss?"

"I heard it was about stealing a woman. Who knows?"

Oh, the Xuanmen sect is quite swift in their actions.

'Yuzan' frowned, "How long is this going to go on? Should we take a detour through the back mountain?"

Zheng Zetian listened expressionlessly, then noticed that the square was blocked by people from the Xuanmen sect, and even the teachers coming to teach were being asked to leave. After thinking for a moment, he suggested...

"Why don't we try sneaking in from the side and watch the show? If they really go for the kill, it'll probably be over quickly."

'Yuzan' was unsure whether it was appropriate, so under Zheng Zetian's guidance, the two took a detour through a small path between the palace pavilions. Zheng Zetian took out two talismans, drew incantations with cinnabar, and gave one to 'Yuzan'.

"Invisibility talisman, don't let them find us."

"Ha, invisibility."

'Yuzan' covered her mouth and smiled, without taking out the talisman, she took off her robe, took two steps and slowly disappeared into thin air.

Don't forget to cover up your body odor.

Zheng Zetian glanced at the 'clone of the Yuzan hairpin' mark, which was deliberately circling around him, and let her show off. He then activated his invisibility talisman and continued walking inside.

If his estimation was correct, this kind of the Inner Sect sword duel should trigger a bloodbath within the Xuanmen sect, preventing outsiders from entering. Of course, he, as the culprit, was no outsider, but it was interesting that 'Yuzan' could actually get in. Did the company possess a secret manual for navigating the bloodbath formation? Or could this clone truly inherit the original owner's karma as well?

However, now was not the time to think too much. In just a few steps, the two stealthily approached the classroom square, where half of the swordsmen were already dead.

Although it was called a sword duel, judging from the situation on the field, it was obvious that the Songshan disciples in their Xuanhuang robes had just finished their class when they were suddenly attacked, and three of them had already died before they could react.

One was beheaded from behind, his head and shoulder severed in half, dying instantly. Another was disemboweled, his intestines spilling out onto the ground. Judging from the bloodstains, he had probably struggled for a while, but ultimately his injuries were too severe, and he couldn't dodge in time, finally being struck dead by a magical weapon resembling an iron wheel. Two charred corpses lay intertwined in the center of the square, burned beyond recognition, the fire still burning; they had probably died fighting to the death.

As for the others, they were now leaping and fighting on the roof beams. It was now two against three, or more accurately, one against three.

Of the two remaining on Mount Song, one was a female cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage. She was lying on the rooftop, her leg and both hands severed, and it seemed her eyes had been gouged out. She was being stabbed repeatedly, yet she hadn't died. She lay on the glazed tiles, screaming in agony, blood dripping down the drain and onto the ground. Clearly, she had been deliberately spared, to be stabbed from time to time, to distract the powerful cultivator.

The last tall cultivator from Mount Song was indeed a master, clearly having reached the Perfected Realm the Golden Core realm. He wielded a heavy sword, his palm strikes were powerful and forceful, his tiger-like eyes were wide open, and his roar was like thunder. Although surrounded by enemies, his swordplay was not at a disadvantage, each move powerful and heavy. Above his head, he also controlled a golden pearl magic treasure, which shone with divine light, preventing the flying swords and magic treasures from Magu Mountain from falling and beheading him. It also occasionally shot out a dazzling golden light. In the midst of the battle, one of the cultivators from Magu Mountain had already been ambushed and had his head cut off.

However, although the big guy from Songshan was a master who could fight three opponents at once, he was clearly distracted by protecting his fellow disciples, hindering them at every turn. The three from Magu Mountain were also quite treacherous.

Magu Mountain is a place where Confucianism and Daoism are practiced simultaneously. The disciples of the sect are all skilled in swordsmanship and have unique secrets in talisman formations. Rather than wearing Daoist robes, they often dress as Confucian scholars, and their book boxes and sword cases are full of magical treasures and talismans, clearly indicating that they came prepared.

Although all three were at the Golden Core stage at this time, their cultivation was roughly the same as that of the two brothers who died in the bathhouse, and their skills were somewhat inferior to the tall guy from Mount Song. However, they were well-rounded in their Daoist arts, proficient in swordsmanship, weapon control, and talismanic arts, and they really had no obvious weaknesses.

At this moment, the three of them tacitly understood each other and formed a battle formation, running and leaping around the tall man from Songshan, entangled with him, taking turns to exhaust his Dao Breath, and suddenly changing formations from time to time to launch a pincer attack and backstab. If the situation was not good, and someone was temporarily unable to resist and was in danger, they could also stab the female cultivator from Songshan with their swords, cutting off a piece of flesh to restrain her. In short, they would not fight you head-on, but would wear you down with soft and hard tactics, waiting for your weakness, making them look extremely troublesome.

Zheng Zetian watched the battle from a distance, hiding in a dark alley, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Ah... Xuanmen... it still feels so familiar...

These people from Magu Mountain weren't stupid. They recognized the style of the Songyang Divine Palm and rushed in to kill. It seemed that no one suspected that someone was instigating a frame-up and wrongly accusing the Song Mountain Sect.

They just 'don't care'.

It's all about killing in a 'rush'.

Who told you that your Song Mountain Sect's ultimate technique killed someone from my Magu Mountain?

We're all cultivators from the Xuanmen sect, okay? Do you think we're coroners or constables? You expect us to perform exhumations, autopsies, blood tests, and thorough trials with evidence, like a three-court hearing where we can overturn a verdict on the spot?

You're overthinking it! Everyone's time is precious!

The first sentence was "Bastard!" The second was "Die!", and then he just swung his sword to settle the matter, okay? Everyone still needs to cultivate immortality!

This isn't about being unreasonable; it's just that revenge is something that can't be reasoned with.

So what if I killed your disciple, master, Dao Companion? If you're less skilled, you deserve to die. Who cares?

Back then, there were no surveillance cameras in the Central Plains. Who knows, disciples might go out for training and disappear, only to have their bodies found years later. By then, the secrets of the world had long been obscured. Where would you find a plausible explanation?

Being able to tell which move killed him is enough. If you let an outsider steal your family's secret technique, don't you bear any responsibility?

That's why the secrets of the Xuanmen sect are not easily passed on. Most feuds and vendettas can be resolved by seeing through even a little bit of the Cultivation Method's origin.

Although the times have changed drastically, Zheng Zetian was relieved to see that the Xuanmen sect remained the same.

Whee...

She brought the Yuzan close to his ear and blew on it.

"Hey, what's getting so excited about? Oh, so you like this kind of thing? So extreme! But I don't dislike it, actually, I'm getting excited..."

Zheng Zetian chuckled silently. What was so heavy about this? Sword duel, sword duel, in the end it all ended up being this bloody scene. Sure enough, the Xuanmen's skills hadn't fallen behind at all, it's just that the Heavenly Dao had changed too drastically, and they couldn't quite grasp it for the time being.

However, things were quite different at Ink Bamboo Mountain. It was like playing house, with fellow disciples looking out for each other, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Zheng Zetian transmitted his voice,

"The big guy has already suffered a hidden injury, and his qi circulation and power generation are a bit off. He's probably too nervous from being surrounded and has overexerted himself. If he continues like this for twenty moves, he'll develop a weakness and probably won't be able to hold on."

As the saying goes, it's better to offer help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade. Saving his life will surely earn you a great favor.

"I think his appearance isn't bad, and his skills are solid. If he can survive this ordeal, he can at least withstand two more lightning strikes and live to see the first round of death."

As expected, 'Yuzan' got excited. Before Zheng Zetian could finish speaking, this invisible witch, marked on her head, silently floated down to the eaves to lie in ambush.

As Zheng Zetian had predicted, after a few exchanges, the two fought for twenty rounds. The tall man from Songshan swung his sword horizontally, sweeping across a barrage of sword energy. At the height of his power, he suddenly froze, momentarily losing his breath and unable to connect the next move. It was as if he had missed a single strike in a hundred-hit combo and had to start all over again. A clear opening was revealed in the sword formation!

Anyone else might not have had time to seize such an opportunity, but there were three people on Magu Mountain watching and waiting for him. In that instant, the three of them immediately activated their skills! They launched a surprise attack from the front and back! They went all out! Flying swords, palm strikes, and Daoist techniques all came at the tall man from all directions!

At that very moment, 'Yuzan' suddenly activated, bursting out of the house! It grabbed the Magu Mountain disciple who was charging at it head-on, tearing his lower body into a bloody pulp! It even pulled out his intestines and lungs! Without giving him a chance to scream, it tore the living person apart like a kite and dragged him into the house!

Everyone was shocked! No one expected that at this crucial moment, a new character would make a cool entrance and attack with such ruthlessness!

These Golden Core disciples were not yet capable of remaining calm even when the sky were falling. Their minds became flustered, their hands hesitated, and they lost their aim. One of them plunged his flying sword into the tall man's spine, and another pierced his waist with a single sword strike.

The man from Songshan was also overwhelmed by excruciating pain, and went berserk. He threw down his heavy sword, grabbed the Confucian scholar by the waist, roared, and smashed the scholar's forehead to pieces with his palm!

"Disease!"

The last one from Magu Mountain panicked, made a sword incantation, and the flying swords in the box shot out wildly! They were aimed straight at the tall man's face!

However, the hand of the Songshan leader waved, and the golden pearl flew down, scattering the rain of swords. Although a few missed, the tall man raised the corpse in his hand to block them. Apart from a few cuts on his hands and legs, none of them were fatal!

But the woman from Magu Mountain was also shrewd. Sensing something was wrong, she immediately pounced on the female disciple from Songshan Mountain, grabbed her by the hair, dragged her up, and held her hostage with her sword to her neck!

"Release my sister! I'll spare your life!"

The disciples of Mount Song roared and rushed forward to save the person.

But in that instant, the flying sword that had just been knocked away by the golden pearl suddenly turned, as if—no, as if it had been grasped by an invisible hand, and with a backhand strike, pierced the back of the Songshan disciple! He immediately collapsed, struck hard on the back of the head, and fainted!

"Big brother! Help me, big brother!"

"Don't come any closer! Huh, huh?"

The female cultivator from Songshan was still screaming in agony when the cultivator from Magu Mountain looked up and saw his opponent suddenly attacked and fall to the ground. He was surprised and couldn't figure out what trick the other party was playing or if it was a trap.

"What trick are you playing! Senior brother! Are you still alive, senior brother?!"

In that moment of distraction, the disciple from Magu Mountain suddenly felt a strange force on his palm. His right hand, which was holding the sword, was as if it were being clamped by an invisible iron clamp, and the bone was crushed on the spot!

Her right hand, unable to support her weight, was pulled by that strange force, and with a swift stroke, the sword ripped a gash across the Songshan female cultivator's throat, severing her carotid artery. Blood gushed out, splattering everywhere. She lay in the pool of blood, gurgling and struggling for a moment before choking on the blood that had entered her throat, ceasing all movement.

Before the man from Magu Mountain could even scream, his forehead was grabbed by an invisible iron clamp. His right hand, gripped as if committing suicide, slashed his own neck with a sword, and then his almost flattened head was ripped off.

The corpse of the disciple from Magu Mountain fell, his head rolling off the eaves. Then, with a tearing sound, a blood-soaked figure appeared out of thin air, holding a piece of pinkish-white skin in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a 'Yuzan'. With both hands, he tore off the skin from his own body!

'Yuzan' didn't care at all. With a smile, he shook the leather in his hand and covered the unconscious Songshan giant with it. As if by magic, he made the giant invisible. Then he carried the man on his shoulder and immediately disappeared.

"Alright, he's saved. Let's go... Hmm? Hey?"

When 'Yuzan' leisurely returned to the alley, she discovered that it was already deserted.