Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Taoist Lingxuan sneered upon hearing this, his voice full of mockery: "Look, my senior brother who was once so glorious and brilliant has now fallen into such a state, and he still dares to pity me?"

He suddenly leaned forward, his eyes filled with pride. "If I hadn't deliberately revealed my flaws tonight, Senior Brother, would you have truly believed that with your limited Taoist skills, you could have found this place?"

He waved his broad sleeves, and the seventy-two ancient bronze lamps in the hall suddenly lit up with dark blue flames. "I have spent many years of hard work preparing this Nine Nether Soul Devouring Formation specifically for you, Senior Brother. You deserve to enjoy it."

Taoist Lingxu surveyed the dancing flames, his brow furrowed. His voice was deep and chilling, "The Nine Netherworld Soul Devouring Formation requires a living soul as a sacrifice... How many lives have you killed? Our Master taught us that those who practice Taoism should cultivate the righteousness of heaven and earth and follow the example of the perfect men of the past and present. Yet, you have chosen a different path and instead practiced such evil techniques. You are truly devoid of conscience!"

Taoist Lingxuan raised his whisk lightly, and a chilling wind suddenly blew. His lips curled slightly, a sneer flickering in his eyes. "Hmph, Senior Brother, stop your sanctimonious preaching. You're already a bird in a cage, a turtle in a jar. When your soul dies, that heaven-reaching opportunity will be mine!"

Taoist Lingxu slowly raised his eyes, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "What opportunity?"

Taoist Lingxuan sneered, "Brother, why are you pretending to be ignorant? That night at midnight, Master had a confidential conversation with you in Zixiao Pavilion. Do you really think I knew nothing? 'Stop the calamity of the masses, and you will obtain the fruit of the Great Dao'. I heard these words clearly!"

Taoist Lingxu's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this, his voice filled with disbelief and pain. "So... just for this illusory opportunity, you secretly left the mountain shortly after Master passed away, and even got involved in this murky waters of the Dongling court?"

At this point, Taoist Lingxu suddenly shouted, "So, the one who wants to beat Chu Yuncang to death is you?!"

Taoist Lingxuan's expression faltered slightly. He had indeed secretly planned to destroy Chu Yuncang's soul and spirit when he arrived in Jiazhou, seriously injured, and end his reincarnation forever. However, Chu Yuncang was as cunning as a fox or a rabbit, and his men had never succeeded. How did Senior Brother know this?

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and sneered, "So what if it's me? Since our Master said 'the disaster started in Dongling', then Chu Yuncang, as the Crown Prince, is definitely not a wise choice for a ruler, which is why he caused the chaos. I am simply enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven, severing the source of the disaster and preventing future troubles! When the time comes to choose another virtuous person to ascend the throne, the ten-generation disaster will naturally be resolved!"

His words were sonorous and his eyes were cold, as if he was the one who set things right.

Taoist Lingxu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a turbulent wave of emotion surged in his eyes. He stared at Lingxuan's face, twisted by obsession, and in a flash, an absurd idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

Could it be that the so-called ten generations of calamity are actually a cycle of self-reaping?!

Back then, the master deduced the secrets of heaven and saw that "the disaster started from Dongling", but the source of the disaster might not refer to any king or minister, but... this junior brother in front of him who was greedy for fate!

Lingxuan eavesdropped on the secrets of heaven and arbitrarily interfered with the succession of dynasties in the human world. In his previous life, he executed Chu Yuncang, leading to the reign of a tyrant and chaos. Had he not intervened, Chu Yuncang, while not a wise ruler, would not have fallen into such utter depravity. Perhaps it was his meddling that shattered the fortunes of the once peaceful dynasty, ultimately causing a catastrophe for ten generations!

Taoist Lingxuan glanced at the Nine Netherworld Soul Devouring Formation and saw that the raging flames had transformed into an eerie dark purple. A surge of ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart. His mouth twisted into a mad arc, and he suddenly shouted, "The time has come! Senior Brother, prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, the whisk in his hand suddenly exploded, sending thousands of silver threads scattering like venomous snakes. The dark purple flames within the formation responded to the sound, transforming into countless ferocious fiery snakes, spewing deadly poisonous flames and entwining themselves with Taoist Lingxu from all directions.

Taoist Lingxu remained motionless. With a gentle stroke of his right index finger, a crimson talisman emerged from the golden light flowing through his fingertips. The talisman wriggled as if alive, and a faint dragon-shaped light could be seen moving within it. Just as the dark purple flames were about to condense, he shouted softly, "Break!"

The crimson talisman exploded with a bang, transforming into a fiery golden dragon that soared into the sky. Wherever it passed, the dark purple flames were reduced to ashes. A violent gust of air swept through the entire hall, shattering seventy-two ancient bronze lamps. The splattering lamp oil ignited in a brilliant and deadly rain of fire in the air.

Taoist Lingxuan was thrown backward by this sudden counterattack, landing heavily on the temple pillar. His robes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and his previous expression of madness had long since been replaced by disbelief and horror.

He trembled and stood up, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Taoist Lingxu with his eyes fixed on him and hissed, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! I've been planning this for twenty years, how could it be broken by a single move from a piece of trash like you who hasn't even grasped the art of maintaining youth?"

Taoist Lingxu walked slowly over the messy ground and approached Lingxuan, his eyes cold as frost. "Lingxuan, the obsidian Bagua mirror you stole when you came down the mountain that year should be returned to its original owner today."

Taoist Lingxuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his bloodstained teeth grim and terrifying. "Brother, please stop slandering me! Master clearly promised to pass on that precious mirror to me. How can I be accused of stealing it?"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly doubled over and started coughing violently, as if his internal organs were about to be coughed out of his chest.

In a trance, the dusty past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He had just descended Wuwang Mountain, intending to head to Dongling, but by some strange twist of fate he had ended up in Fengqian. A mountain hermit, uninitiated by the mundane world, had no understanding of worldly customs. He wandered the streets penniless for three days, starving to the point of seeing stars. Finally, he traded the ancient mirror for five meat buns from the old shop on the corner.

Later, he regretted it deeply, but he searched every street and alley in Fengqian, but he could never find the bun shop or the owner. The obsidian Bagua mirror was even harder to find.

Taoist Lingxuan's eyes flashed coldly as he stared intently at Lingxu's wrinkled face. He didn't understand why Lingxu was so obsessed with the ancient mirror, given how many magical instruments and treasures his master had left behind, and how he hadn't just taken that one when he left the mountain.

But on second thought, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth again. As long as Lingxu couldn't find the mirror, he would never dare to do anything to him!

Taoist Lingxu stared at Lingxuan's gloomy face, with compassion in his eyes surging like a tide. If he was allowed to survive, the Dongling court would be plunged into bloodshed again, and the calamity of ten generations would be difficult to eliminate.

A frost gradually filled his eyes, and the last trace of warmth turned into determination. He said in a hoarse voice, "Junior brother, I'm sorry. After I have finished my earthly ties with you, I will go to Master's seat to accept punishment for this sin!"

Before he finished speaking, the whisk in his hand suddenly turned into a white rainbow that pierced the sun, carrying a fierce gust of wind, and went straight to Lingxuan's vital point!