Bu Wei

During the five hundred years when Ning Buwei was stirring up trouble in the seventeen states, there were three places he would not go.

Xun Prefecture, Ning City; Kun Prefecture, Zhen State; Gen Prefecture, Yunzhong Sect.

He cultivated the Ruthless Path, which was all about being unattached and unimpeded. He had never been involved in the affairs of the Ning family from beginning to end, and thus had no way to investigate.

Ning Buwei was cold-hearted, indifferent to the life or death of others, how they lived or died had nothing to do with him, he only cared about himself.

When he encountered Yan Lanpei and Dulu in Linjiang City, it stirred up old worldly affairs, but from beginning to end, he just wanted to leave the city.

If Dulu was killed, then he was killed, if Yan Lanpei died, then he died, if Wen Zaiye lived, then he lived. Even Ning Xingyuan, who he had known for a short ten years in his youth, compared to five hundred years, was so brief that it could be ignored. Even if the sky fell, how deep could their friendship be?

He didn’t care.

Naturally, he didn’t want to explore why the fragments of the Suzaku Sword happened to fall on Yan Lanpei and Wen Zaiye.

His goal had always been clear, to find the fragments of the Suzaku Sword, restore his cultivation, then throw the brat to his mother, and continue to cultivate his Ruthless Path.

The process didn’t matter, he only wanted the result, whoever blocked his way, he would kill, it was that simple.

Once his cultivation was restored, and the Suzaku Sword was repaired, he was still the great demon that everyone shouted to beat. The only thing he had to do was to move forward, cut off the red dust, and ascend to the immortal realm. (TL: red dust=mortal world; prob severe worldly relations)

He had long been accustomed to being alone, he didn’t need others to meddle in his affairs and help him recall the past that had almost been forgotten hundreds of years ago.

No matter what the purpose of the person behind him was, as long as he was strong enough, he had nothing to fear, and he was too lazy to care about these dirty thoughts.

After five hundred years of hard cultivation, Ning Buwei thought he had cultivated a heart as calm as still water.

He forcefully suppressed the anger that was about to burst out of his chest, suddenly let go of his hand, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

“Cough cough cough!” Feng Zizhang covered his neck, slid down the wall weakly, and started coughing loudly.

Jiang Yizheng quickly reached out to help him, “Are you okay?”

Feng Zizhang shook his head, looked up at Ning Buwei, fear mixed with a bit of confusion, but mostly sadness, not understanding why the senior suddenly wanted to kill him.

Ning Buwei’s hand, hidden in his wide sleeve, clenched and then relaxed, the gaze of his  expressionless face shifted away, and he turned and walked away.

Jiang Yizheng’s hand was still trembling at this moment, she exchanged a glance with Feng Zizhang, unsure whether she should follow.

She was a bit scared of Ning Buwei, who was now unpredictable.

“The senior must have…misunderstood something.” Feng Zizhang coughed hard, propped himself up from the ground, “I need to explain to him.”

Jiang Yizheng hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The dungeon was destroyed, the array was ineffective, and the two inner door disciples who were on guard were rushing over. Ning Buwei, who was walking openly in the dungeon corridor, ran into them head-on.

The great demon, whose mood was very bad, raised his hand and wanted to kill, but behind him came the sound of messy footsteps. He impatiently waved his sleeve, knocking the two disciples unconscious against the wall.

Feng Zizhang was shocked, looking at the two senior brothers pinned to the wall, he quickly reached out to check their breath, and after finding that they were still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief. Out of camaraderie, he took the two people down from the cracked wall and placed them properly, then looked up to see Ning Buwei had already left the dungeon entrance.

“Senior!” Feng Zizhang chased after him, with Jiang Yizheng following closely behind.

Ning Buwei did not stop, he walked forward in the night.

Feng Zizhang was sad in his heart, but he didn’t want this matter to end without a conclusion, so he followed Ning Buwei with words on the tip of his tongue.

With two tails trailing behind him, Ning Buwei’s face turned cold, and he stopped.

Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng stood side by side a few steps away from him, like two little quails, their thoughts all written plainly on their faces.

“Se-senior.” Jiang Yizheng tried to say something, but her mouth was clumsy, and Ning Buwei’s appearance just now was too scary, so she lowered her head after speaking.

Feng Zizheng looked at him eagerly, “Senior, really no one taught me to say that, the waist token can open the mountain protection formation, outside the dungeon, the shift changes every two hours, there is a stick of incense’s leisure time…..everyone knows.”

Before he finished speaking, a small porcelain bottle was thrown into his arms. Feng Zizhang caught it in a flurry, and a rich spiritual energy immediately hit his face.

Just looking at the small porcelain bottle that was as lustrous as jade on the outside, he knew it was not ordinary. Feng Zizhang was about to refuse, but heard Ning Buwei say, “Since you have returned to Yunzhong Sect, stay there honestly.”

Feng Zizhang was stunned.

Then he looked at Jiang Yizheng, who was lowering her head, “And you, go and save yourself, I have no interest in playing father to others.”

Jiang Yizheng suddenly raised her head, her eyes reddening.

Ning Buwei looked down at Ning Xiu, who had a puzzled look on his face.

“Ah?” Ning Xiu tilted his little head at him.

What’s up?

Ning Buwei: “…”

The great demon thought he had made himself very clear, and was about to part ways with these two little chickens, when suddenly a voice rang out in the darkness, “This fellow cultivator——”

Swoosh!

The sound of swords being unsheathed was heard, Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang almost simultaneously drew their swords and pointed them at the newcomer’s neck.

This person was holding a large basket of vegetables in his arms, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his face still had a bit of mud on it, and he looked bewildered at the two imposing people, “Don’t, don’t misunderstand, I was picking vegetables in the field next door, I came out to greet this fellow cultivator.”

Xie Jiu lifted the basket in his arms, looked at Ning Buwei, and smiled at him, “We just met last night.”

At this moment, the sky in the distance was just beginning to brighten, and Feng Zizhang and the others happened to stop by a large field of spiritual vegetables. However, everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts and didn’t notice that there was someone nearby.

But it seemed like the other party knew the senior.

So, the two of them looked at Ning Buwei at the same time, subconsciously seeking his opinion.

Ning Buwei: “…”

However, before he could speak, a bright light suddenly rose from the dungeon entrance not far away and exploded in the sky.

Feng Zizhang’s face changed, “This is bad!”

The urgent bell rang, echoing throughout the Thirteenth Peak. The deep mountain protection formation was activated, covering the entire Thirteenth Peak densely, and hundreds of rays of light immediately rushed to their eyes.

“Good, Feng Zizhang!” Chen Zichu led people over and sneered, “You really are with them!”

Han Ziyan arrived shortly after, with the two inner door disciples who had been knocked unconscious by Ning Buwei behind him. Obviously, they were the ones who had sent the signal.

Ning Buwei’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Showing mercy really only caused trouble.

“Feng Zizhang! Let go of Senior Xie quickly!” Wu Zisong said with a look of disappointment, “The senior is our honored guest invited from Linggu Sect! What on earth are you doing!?”

Although there was already a rift between Wu Zisong, Wu Zichen and him, after all, they had brought up Feng Zizhang since he was a child. Their affection for him was even deeper than that for their own younger brother, Wu Liang. They were angry, but his favoritism towards outsiders and holding a senior of Linggu Sect hostage to release prisoners was a completely different matter.

The latter, according to the sect rules, was to be expelled from the sect.

“Put down your sword and roll over here!” Wu Zichen shouted angrily.

Han Ziyan frowned and warned, “Zizhang, don’t be foolish.”

“Heh, are you guys blind? He’s clearly with that father and daughter!” Chen Zichu rolled his eyes and said loudly, “Are you guys going to openly bend the law for personal gain just because the master is not here?”

There were many inner door disciples here, and when the senior brothers at the front started arguing, they didn’t dare to interrupt, but they could take pleasure in their misfortune.

There were many brothers in the sect, and only a few people could be remembered by the master. This Feng Zizhang had no talent or strength, but he had been favored by several senior brothers since he was a child because of his luck. Everyone had long been displeased with him.

He was even more ungrateful, always siding with outsiders. Now he had committed such a big mistake, it was simply self-inflicted.

Feng Zizhang’s hand holding the sword was trembling, his face was pale as he looked at the senior brothers opposite him, he felt that he was completely finished this time.

He heard the master instruct the second senior brother to secretly execute the senior and Jiang Yizheng. In his haste, he went to the dungeon to save people without thinking about how terrible the crime of privately releasing prisoners in the Thirteenth Peak was.

Jiang Yizheng’s situation was no better than his. Now that they had been discovered, it looked like they were fleeing from their crimes in the eyes of others.

The two of them didn’t know whether to drop their swords or not.

Xie Jiu stood in the center with a basket of spiritual vegetables, obviously still not understanding the situation, “Is there, is there some kind of misunderstanding?”

However, no one answered him, he could only look at Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei’s face was very ugly.

It was almost exactly the same situation again.

Releasing people privately, failing to escape, the mountain protection formation, surrounded by everyone, earnest persuasion, a bewildered teenager.

The spiritual power of the Jade Spirit Pill that had dispersed was constantly leaking out, he should have fought quickly, killed these ignorant inner door disciples, preferably solved those two annoying brats as well, and then left with Ning Xiu.

The snow-blue hairband was hidden under the black hair, and was blown up by the wind.

Ning Xiu was stuffed back into his front.

Inside the encirclement, a silent figure slowly raised his head. His wide black robe moved without wind, making a loud noise, and black fog began to spread rapidly from under his feet.

Among the crowd, Han Ziyan had the highest cultivation level and was the first to sense the danger. He shouted loudly, “Enter the Mountain Protection Formation!”

Over a hundred inner door disciples obeyed the order, entered the formation together, and the 108 layers of the Mountain Protection Formation suddenly opened and closed, emitting a dazzling light.

On the outskirts of the Mountain Protection Formation, on the Duanchang Cliff, stood two people.

Wen Heshen waved his long sleeve, and the clouds dispersed. A large water mirror appeared in the sky, and the scene in front of the Punishment Hall clearly appeared in it, with the golden light of the Mountain Protection Formation dazzling.

“Brother, didn’t you want to know why Changsheng Cliff was changed to Duanchang Cliff?” He looked at Wen Zaiye next to him, his expression half cheerful and half hateful, “Take a look, think about it.”

The sky was low, and the crisscrossing golden light woven into countless powerful runes. Each layer of the Mountain Protection Formation had disciples controlling it. The 108 layers of the formation were unpredictable, mixing reality and illusion. At first glance, it seemed like thousands of troops were pressing down.

Xie Jiu was directly stunned, Jiang Yizheng’s vision went black, and she spat out fresh blood and knelt on the ground. Her dantian was in severe pain, and Feng Zizhang was no better than her. Even though he often practiced in the formation with his senior brothers, the feeling inside and outside the formation was completely different. He stubbornly held the sword on the ground, and was pressed down by the 108 layers of the strengthened formation, unable to straighten his waist.

Only one person stood in the formation, his posture as upright as a pine tree, with a cold black fog spreading around him. A flash of crimson passed through his eyes, the ground cracked, a violent wind rose to the sky, breaking countless maple trees, and it seemed that countless white bone ghost claws emerged from the ground, appearing and disappearing in the black fog.

For a moment, the entire Thirteenth Peak was filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

Ning Buwei’s eyes were scattered with crimson, and when his spiritual power was abundant, the Soul Devouring Formation was operated many times more smoothly. Just as he was about to kill all these ignorant things, suddenly countless peach blossom petals fell, and a huge water mirror appeared in mid-air.

In the water mirror, the young Wen Zaiye stood on Changsheng Cliff, his gaze locked on him, his face pale, his expression shocked, his lips moved slightly, “…Chengfeng?”

Ning Buwei’s pupils shrank sharply, and the fragments of the Suzaku Sword flew out of his palm, shattering the suddenly appearing water mirror. His whole person was like a sharp arrow breaking through countless sticky petals, his spiritual power turned into a palm and pressed down heavily, grabbing the manipulator behind the water mirror.

His eyebrows were wild, his eyes were fierce, but his tone was full of contempt, “You petty trickster, playing god!”

Just at this moment, thousands of sword lights from the Mountain Protection Formation suddenly gathered and stabbed straight at Ning Buwei’s back.

“Senior!” Feng Zizhang shouted loudly, wanting to fly up with his sword to block, but was firmly grabbed by the ankle by a skeleton crawling up from the ground. He turned his head and came face to face with the black eye sockets of the skeleton.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!” He screamed, scaring the skeleton into a shudder.

Ning Buwei clenched his hand into a seal, and the four pieces of the Suzaku Sword interwove with a cold light, barely forming a short sword shadow, and slammed into the thousands of sword lights. The entire Thirteenth Peak shook violently, countless maple trees were uprooted and rolled into the sky, sand and stones flew against the wind, and the black fog suddenly expanded dozens of times, swallowing the entire formation like a giant beast!

The person held in Ning Buwei’s palm laughed strangely, his voice hoarse and dull, “Ning Chengfeng, you really…disappoint me.”