pertwk Chapter 2281 The Blank Mural
Chapter 2281 The Blank Mural
Chapter 2281 The Blank Mural
"We just got in like this?" Yuan Xilin subconsciously turned around and looked at the city gate.
They had prepared several backup plans, just in case they were stopped...
But these city gate guards didn't even lift a finger. Was the defense of Wei'an City really that lax?
However, he recently observed Wei'an City through the water mirror. This large city was bustling with commerce, and the city gates were always crowded with people day and night. If there was a traffic jam for even a short while, long queues would form behind them. If the city gate checks were too strict, it would greatly hinder the efficiency of passage.
Besides, it was the middle of the night, and the guards checking the gates should have been lax by then. He had just seen two guards sitting in a corner, slacking off and dozing off, their hats almost falling off.
Well, it's probably because Weian City has been peaceful for a long time and no accidents have happened, so the city's defenses are so lax.
Let Qixia Sect teach them a good lesson.
The city was brightly lit, with spore lamps constantly emitting light throughout the streets and alleys. However, there were very few people walking on the streets. The few groups that entered the city through the city gates seemed to be absorbed by a sponge, instantly disappearing without a trace.
The entire city seemed to be asleep, exceptionally quiet.
Yuan Xilin had already assigned the tasks on the boat, and now he said, "Everyone, disperse and go your separate ways."
The Qixia Sect immediately split into two groups and went in different directions.
Yuan Xilin led a few disciples toward the tallest spire in Weian City.
The tower has seven stories and is thirty-three zhang tall. Its body is painted dark red, making it magnificent and robust.
It is said that there are more than 200 white jade murals in this tower, which depict the story of the Dragon God leading the immortals to fight against the Heavenly Demon.
Ah, from the heavenly palace to the human kingdom, everyone loves to sing praises.
If this landmark building were to collapse, it would also destroy the Dragon God Temple next to it, so Yuan Xilin came here.
Almost all the buildings they passed had their lights on, but there were no pedestrians on the main road. However, there were shadows flickering in the depths of the alleys. Yuan Xilin expanded his divine sense to investigate and found that they were either cats, dogs, bats, or foxes.
Soon, they arrived at the foot of the Red Pagoda.
This tower isn't some official, important location, so it doesn't need guards and anyone can come and go as they please. Upon reaching this point, Yuan Xilin should have simply summoned his ethereal spirit and pushed it over.
But inexplicably, he stepped into the Red Tower.
The tower was pitch black, with no lights.
The disciples beside him were very clever; they conjured a small flame in their hands to illuminate their master's path.
From the outside, the tower looks very thick and solid, and everyone knows that it was built with high-quality materials.
But as soon as the fire was lit, everyone's eyes fell on the murals inside the tower, and they all exclaimed in surprise.
The mural facing the entrance is blank.
There was nothing in the picture frame.
Yuan Xilin frowned, and the disciples automatically dispersed to look at the other murals.
"This area isn't painted either!"
"This is also blank!"
"The murals on the second and third floors are also empty."
The murals are all made of white jade, each piece a perfectly square inlaid into the wall, clean and elegant. But the biggest problem is—
They are all blank!
Where are the murals that should have been painted here? Yuan Xilin believes that the officials of Weian City would not have left the place completely blank!
There's something fishy about this tower.
Yuan Xilin's eyes flashed, and he thrust his long sword straight at the mural.
"Tear," the sound of tearing silk.
The mural was scratched open, leaving a large gash.
Yuan Xilin's pupils contracted sharply, and the flying sword pierced through two more murals.
Two hissing sounds.
Yuan Xilin made a decisive decision: "Everyone out, quick!"
No jade could stop his sword. The problem was that the feel of these sword strikes was clearly beyond what was expected!
There is absolutely no dullness when cutting jade.
After several sword strikes, how could he not realize he had fallen into someone's trap?
This paper-mache red tower is not a real building in Weian City at all!
The group hurriedly left the tower, expecting the tower gates to suddenly close, but they did not.
They got out without any problems, and the streets remained very quiet.
The only difference was that more than ten people had appeared in the open space in front of the tower.
The one in front was Liu Qingdao. Behind him were all powerful figures, some demons and some humans.
Liu Qingdao chuckled and said, "Sect Leader Yuan, we've finally met."
The last time they met by the stream, Liu Qingdao only saw a phantom of Yuan Xilin; this time, it was the real Yuan.
"Well done, this tower is made of paper." Yuan Xilin turned back to look up at the Red Pagoda. Stepping outside, the tower still looked so real; who would have guessed it was all made of paper? "You dare confront me here? Is this entire neighborhood also made of paper?"
It was a trap, and they just walked right into it.
Liu Qingdao laughed: "Though it may not be perfect, it's not far off."
He raised his hand and snapped two fingers forward: "Go!"
Without saying a word, the powerful figure from the Yuan Division stepped forward and began to fight.
Now that Qixia Sect has fallen into the trap, and Wei'an City is safe, they can act freely!
Liu Qingdao knew better than anyone the temperament and arrogance of these newly emerged immortals. Trying to reason with them politely would only make them think you were weak and easily bullied; after all, the tradition in the cultivation world for thousands of years was that the strong were respected.
Since that's the case, let's have a good fight and see whose fist is harder!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud explosion rang out in the distance, something seemed to explode, and the shockwave reached right up to everyone's feet.
Everyone turned their heads and saw thick smoke billowing into the sky south of the city, rising straight into the horizon.
Unlike Yuan Xilin, who chose the Red Pagoda, Elder Chu prioritized the nearly one hundred houses along the river. Most of them had lights on, indicating that they were inhabited.
He summoned his own ethereal spirits, which were more than a dozen fire apes.
Their attack method is simple, brutal, but effective: they rampage through residential buildings covered in flames, and if they hit any heavy objects, they will cause an explosion.
Walls, beams, pillars, and doors were all set on fire and blown away.
Elder Chu specifically chose this large area of residential houses to target, intending to teach Wei'an City a bloody lesson.
Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!
Liu Qingdao watched the riots in the south of the city from afar, his expression neither surprised nor angry, and he only said one sentence:
"After all these years, Elder Chu's temper is still as volatile as ever."
Elder Chu's ethereal spirit had left a deep impression on Liu Qingdao before. It was like a giant incendiary bomb in the shape of an ape. It had once blown a Heavenly Demon to pieces right in front of Liu Qingdao.
Now, he's using this deadly weapon to bombard ordinary people.
Liu Qingdao's attitude made Yuan Xilin frown secretly.
The people of Wei'an City were, after all, subjects of Cang Yan, yet Liu Qingdao watched them being blown up with such nonchalance. While it's true that immortals consider mortals mere ants, don't the powerful immortals of Bingyuan Division have a duty to protect the people of their territories?
Is it...
Liu Qingdao immediately followed with "otherwise":
"Elder Chu didn't even step into those houses, did he? Otherwise, he wouldn't be bombarding them so relentlessly."
Yuan Xilin's face was ashen: "What do you mean?"
(End of this chapter)