Chapter 173 The Eternal Vengeful Spirit
Beiling Sacred Mountain.
A group of people were walking among the continuous snow-capped mountains.
"Hurry up, hurry up, you bunch of useless idiots!"
"Conceal your demonic aura properly, and stop sneaking around like that, as if you're afraid the people from the Northern Ridge Holy Land won't notice, right?"
"Don't make too much noise. We went through a lot of trouble to sneak in. If we're discovered, everything will be for nothing!"
The deputy demon general whispered instructions to the group of demons behind him.
This time he really went all out, specially joining forces with the demons of the Northern Demon Realm, all to wash away the shame!
"Remember this? This operation must succeed; failure is not an option!"
"Things like those before must never happen again. Otherwise, if the Demon King's Palace finds out, all of you demons will become nourishment for the abyss!"
The demons behind them nodded repeatedly.
"Hmph, the failure of the Southern Demon Realm proves that you demons are all useless. We in the Northern Demon Realm have been doing missions for so many years, and we have never failed in an important mission!"
At the very back of these demons, a man in a white robe sneered, his gaze somewhat contemptuous.
He carried a silver-white, intricately carved longsword close to his right side, with several translucent blue spirit stones inlaid at the top, making it look incredibly luxurious.
"You've never failed on an important mission. You've been lurking here for over ten years, and you're still just a manager. You even failed when we put you in the running for the Holy Lord position."
The deputy demon general rolled his eyes.
The eldest brother, let alone the second brother, are equally incompetent.
"Your spies planted in the Southern Spirit Sect have all been exposed. And you still dare to talk about our Northern Demon Realm! At least I've reached a position of management. Any normal demon can imagine how difficult it is to compete for the position of Holy Lord." The man in white robes frowned.
The situation in the Beiling Holy Land is special; they all determine status based on bloodline.
The Holy Son is the most important bloodline of the Northern Ridge Holy Land, so the Holy Son is usually selected from this lineage.
The Holy Lord sounds nice, but in reality, he's just a manager of the North Ridge Holy Land with considerable power.
That being said, not everyone can easily compete for the position of Holy Lord; there are still many intricacies involved.
He's been here for so many years and hasn't had a chance to compete.
After all, the current Holy Lord is still alive, not dead, and will not easily step down.
His painstaking planning in the sacred land of Beiling cannot be explained in just a few words.
He snorted and quickly followed the demon in front of him.
"Can you really succeed this time? The vengeful spirit suppressed beneath the sacred mountain for ten thousand years is not something to be easily provoked. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to anger it."
The white-robed steward still frowned.
"You don't need to worry about that. The competition between the North and South regions is about to begin. A large part of the spies that our two demon clans planted in these sects have been eliminated."
"If we don't act now, are we going to wait until the Four Regions Grand Competition? It will be too late then. Only by acting in advance can we have a chance to wipe out all these geniuses brought here by the sects!"
The deputy demon general clenched his fists, looking serious.
In fact, the demons' plan was flawless; they secretly sent people to spread demonic arts.
This kind of demonic technique is actually quite normal in the cultivation world, involving killing one's wife to attain enlightenment. Not to mention the real cultivation world, there are many records of it in even the mortal world's folk tales.
Even if those people thought that the person who killed his wife to prove his enlightenment was extremely cruel, they would not suspect the demons.
That's why they were able to infiltrate the Southern Region for so many years, secretly murdering a group of geniuses in the cultivation world by using the technique of killing one's wife to attain enlightenment.
Another plan is to secretly corrupt the entire Qing Shi Sect. Once they have completely parasitized everyone in the Qing Shi Sect, they will send these people to participate in the competition.
Finally, when the Four Regions Grand Competition arrives, they will try every means to arrange the secret realm needed for the competition in advance. When the competition begins, they will sever the connection between the secret realm and the outside world, so that they can slaughter the geniuses of the cultivation world and destroy the future of the cultivation world.
Unexpectedly, the Qing Shi Sect's plan was also aborted ahead of schedule, and those people even obtained the inheritance of the Central Holy Land.
When the news came back, even their Crimson Demon Generals had been punished by the Demon King's Palace and hadn't seen the other party for a long time.
Later, he had his men develop a formation to conceal his presence, but he was discovered again!
The deputy demon general felt that the Southern Region was simply incompatible with him! Otherwise, why couldn't he complete any of the missions?
He recalled what the few subordinates who escaped said about the Holy Light Beauty having figured out their identities and had been waiting there since early morning.
The deputy demon general sneered. Once this mission was completed, he would capture those holy light beauties and show them to those people!
"It is said that the vengeful spirit suppressed in the Northern Ridge Holy Land comes from our demon race and may be related to the Demon King of ancient times." Seeing the white-robed steward's sarcastic expression, the deputy demon general said in a deep voice.
"This time I have brought the special magical artifact, the Netherworld Axe. The Netherworld Axe can cut through all restrictions and release that one."
"With that person's help, we can disrupt the entire Northern Ridge Holy Land. Then we can take the opportunity to kill those geniuses, which will definitely be very easy."
His plan was extremely meticulous, even going so far as to cooperate with spies in the Northern Demon Realm, all to ensure that nothing went wrong.
They wouldn't be like those foolish demons from the Eastern Demon Realm who would willingly give away a demonic weapon of the Netherworld Axe level for trade.
"I hope so." The white-robed steward lowered his eyes slightly.
If the suppressed vengeful spirit is truly willing to cooperate, then it could be a worthwhile opportunity.
"Are you sure that vengeful spirit was suppressed beneath the holy water? Holy water can corrupt demons, so how did that vengeful spirit survive?"
The demon general looked at the clear holy water in front of him and could clearly feel the immense power within it.
Holy water is also a powerful tool to subdue demons, so unless the situation is special and all plans have failed, he would not have come here to take a gamble.
"Besides this place, there is no other place that can suppress a vengeful spirit that has existed for ten thousand years. Only holy water can do it."
This is what the white-robed steward has guessed over the years, but even if he guessed it, there's nothing he can do, because they simply have no way to break through the restrictions of the holy water.
Unless there is a special magical artifact...
That's why the northern demons, even knowing the operation was extremely dangerous, agreed to cooperate with the south.
This is the only opportunity they've had in recent years.
If we don't try, the Demon King's Palace in the Demon Realm will be furious.
…
"A person is lying in the holy water? How is that possible?" The Holy Lord, dressed in a white robe and holding a golden longsword, frowned slightly and murmured to himself.
"No, perhaps it's true." He suddenly came across the legend of the Northern Ridge Holy Land, the ghost that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years.
Were they imprisoned in holy water?
"Ghosts don't have physical form, thank goodness..."
The Holy Lord was still shaken.
If the person lying inside is a burly man, he will never be able to look at the holy water he drinks every now and then the same way again.
Lan Yue's thoughts continued over there.
[Lan Yue: No, I'm mistaken. The one lying in the holy water isn't a person; it's actually a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit!]
[This guy's been dead for ten thousand years, and he's still trapped inside? No wonder he coalesced into a huge black gourd; could he be suffering some kind of immense injustice?]
Previously, Lan Yue suddenly saw a black melon on the mountain and thought she had misread it, or that the Three Realms Melon-Eating System had mutated.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't the system's fault, but rather the vengeful spirit's.
No wonder it's called a vengeful spirit; how much resentment must it harbor?
Thinking of this, Lan Yue suddenly hesitated.
[Lan Yue: This Northern Ridge Holy Land is covered in snow year-round, with endless snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. The climate is even colder than the Southern Spirit Sect at its coldest. Could it be that this guy's injustice has caused the snowfall?]
She stroked her chin, lost in thought.
A group of people from the Northern Ridge Holy Land opposite them: "!!!!"
How could that be? Their Beiling Holy Land has a harsh climate, how could they be falsely accused?
The leader of the Beiling Holy Land almost fainted.
Rumors! This is a rumor!