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Chapter 124: Storm Rising at the Showdown

In the Upper Realm, a divine realm blessed by auspicious light and shrouded in mist, a dreamlike scene, a crucial day arrived—the day of the ritual to eliminate the three roots and six desires. This day, after careful planning, was deemed the perfect time for a showdown by Jiang Qingwu and his companions.

The sky is as blue as the deep and boundless ocean, pure and spotless. White cotton-like clouds float slowly, like a group of lazy sheep strolling leisurely in the sky.

However, Guixutai, a place that is usually solemn and dignified, is now shrouded in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, like the suffocating silence on the eve of a storm, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Jiang Qingwu, clad in her own crimson armor, resembled a red lotus blossoming amidst the snow, pure and sacred. The delicate silver runes embroidered on the edges of her robes shimmered with every step, whispering of a mysterious and ancient power.

She has a tall and slender figure, and her steps are steady and firm. Every step she takes seems to carry the hope and future of the entire Dongxu world.

Her expression was as calm as water, and her fair face seemed to be carefully carved from jade. Only her eyes revealed determination and resoluteness, just like two swords just out of their sheaths, sharp and razor-sharp, as if they could instantly cut through all conspiracies and tricks.

Her long hair was as smooth as black satin, casually draped behind her. A few strands of hair fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of extraordinary beauty to her appearance.

At this moment, she was both looking forward to the truth being revealed and cautious about the upcoming conflict, knowing that this showdown would be thrilling.

He Yihuan, a recently ascended minor deity in the eyes of the other gods, followed Jiang Qingwu closely. He was dressed in a crimson robe. Although the material was not of the highest quality, it shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

His figure was a little thin, and compared with the majestic gods around him, he seemed out of place.

There was persistence and determination in his eyes. Although he knew that he had a low status in the upper realm and had little say, he still mustered up the courage to come here for the sake of his inner conviction.

At this moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and nervousness was spreading in his heart. Even though he was Jiang Qingwu's master in the lower world, it did not relieve his anxiety much. However, when he thought about how important the evidence he had was to what Jiang Qingwu was planning, he secretly encouraged himself and decided not to retreat.

Soon, the sound of steady footsteps shattered the brief silence. Peiyuan Daojun slowly emerged, holding a scepter crafted from a mysterious black metal. A closer look revealed its surface engraved with complex and eerie runes, faintly emitting an unsettling dark aura.

Ling Yuanpei's face was as pale as paper, like the lingering snow of winter, revealing a sickly haggardness. His lips were chapped and tinged with a faint purple, as if he had been poisoned for a long time. His eyes held compassion, but upon closer inspection, they were filled with coldness and murderous intent, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

When he saw Jiang Qingwu, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze seemed to wander over her body as if it were real, like a cold blade slowly sliding across her skin. An imperceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he secretly wondered in his heart how to deal with this sudden change.

"Lord Qingwu, today is the important moment for you to eliminate the three roots and six desires and officially take over the position of the guardian of the heavenly way. I hope you can complete the ceremony smoothly and do not let this important mission down." Ling Yuanpei's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a creepy chill.

Jiang Qingwu didn't rush to respond. Instead, he looked at Ling Yuanpei coldly, a cold glint in his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the cold night. "Daojun Peiyuan, do you really think you can get away with this today? As the head of the Creation Department, you stole from the public, misappropriating the resources that nourish the lower realms. This has caused a shortage of resources in the cultivation world, a loss of balance, and the suffering of all living beings. Do you still want to quibble?"

Jiang Qingwu's voice was crisp and cold, like the sound of an ice spike breaking, echoing clearly above the silent Guixu Terrace.

She stared at Ling Yuanpei, anger surging in her heart like a tide, and she felt disgusted by his actions.

Ling Yuanpei was slightly startled, a look of feigned confusion crossing his face. He quickly spread his hands and feigned innocence, saying, "Lord Qingwu, what do you mean? Please don't speak nonsense at this critical moment and ruin the ceremony. I have always been diligent and dedicated to the balance of the Dongxu Realm. How could I do such a thing? Please don't trust others' slander."

As he spoke, a subtle flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly feigned composure. He was apprehensive at the moment, rapidly thinking of a response strategy, trying to confuse the audience and escape the predicament.

At this moment, He Yihuan took a deep breath and took a step forward. He could clearly feel the strange looks from all around him, as if countless sharp needles were piercing his back. "Supreme God Qingwu, Daoist Lord Peiyuan, since ascending to heaven, I have served in the Creation Department. During this time, I have cooperated with the Ancient God Zhuguangji to secretly investigate and found many clues, all pointing to you, Daoist Lord Peiyuan, misappropriating resources from the lower realm."

He Yihuan's voice was like the gurgling of water, steady yet powerful. It didn't sound timid or servile, nor did it carry the slightest hint of arrogance. Instead, it exuded the unwavering dignity expected of a hidden Daoist master. He stared intently ahead, wondering if his words were persuasive enough, if they could convince everyone present of the truth they held.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight commotion arose all around. The gods began to whisper to each other, as if swept by an invisible wind.

"No wonder He Yihuan, a mere insignificant deity who had just ascended, was so familiar with the name of the ancient god Zhu Guangji. It turns out they were investigating this matter together!" a Daoist Lord said as if suddenly enlightened.

"It seems this matter is not groundless. The Taoist Master Pei Yuan usually acts in a mysterious and unpredictable way." Another fairy nodded in agreement.

"That's right. If he didn't have solid evidence, why would Supreme God Qingwu choose to attack him at such a crucial moment?" More voices joined the discussion.

Various discussions rose and fell, intertwining with each other, like a swarm of buzzing bees flying and circling in the air, refusing to disperse for a long time. These sounds echoed above Guixu Terrace, making the whole scene even more noisy and chaotic.

At this moment, Ling Yuanpei, who was standing aside, had a subtle change in his expression after hearing these words.

His already pale face now showed an unnatural look, which was caused by the combined effects of anger and panic.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he kept his mouth tightly shut, and just looked at the people who were talking with his calm eyes.

He snorted coldly, "Hmph, what could a recently ascended minor deity know? I'm merely being used and lying. Someone must be jealous of my achievements in the Creation Department and deliberately set this trap to slander me. Supreme God Qingwu, you must not be deceived by such a villain."

Jiang Qingwu sneered, his laughter like a cold wind blowing through an icy valley, carrying an endless chill that penetrated his bones. "The evidence is irrefutable, yet you still want to deny it? You exploited the turbulent flow of my ascended spiritual energy to smuggle through spacetime and transfer resources, and the marks you left in the demonic tide are all irrefutable evidence. You thought you had done it perfectly, but you didn't know that the net of heaven is vast and wide, and nothing can escape it."

As Jiang Qingwu spoke, a light flashed in his hand, and a piece of crystal emitting a faint glow appeared.

In the crystal, the image of Ling Yuanpei controlling the turbulent flow of spiritual energy and transferring resources in the darkness clearly emerged.

She stared at Ling Yuanpei firmly, her heart filled with anger at his stubborn denial, and she firmly believed that the truth would come out.

Ling Yuanpei frowned tightly, and beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead and slowly slid down his pale cheeks.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was sharp and crazy, as if it could completely tear apart the oppressive atmosphere. "Hahaha, yes, the resources did come into my hands, but I didn't steal them. Those resources seemed to have consciousness, actively drilling into my body. What can I do? Perhaps this is the will of heaven, allowing me to possess these powers to better maintain the balance of the Dongxu Realm, or to let me rule this Dongxu Realm?"

As Ling Yuanpei spoke, he showed a crazy look and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Jiang Qingwu glared at Ling Yuanpei, the rage in his eyes threatening to consume him instantly. "Ridiculous! You're merely trying to justify your evil deeds. Heaven is impartial and selfless; how could it allow such a selfish individual as you to act so recklessly? To satisfy your own selfish desires, you've caused an imbalance between good and evil, triggering a demonic riot and devastating countless innocent lives. Today marks the end of your evil deeds."

The Qiluan Sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand seemed to sense the burning anger of its master. The sword body trembled slightly, emitting a crisp and passionate sword sound, and the light became more and more dazzling.

She gripped the Qiluan Sword tightly, her heart determined to kill. Even if it meant a fight to the death with this crazy opponent, she would fight for the Dongxu Realm.

Seeing this, Ling Yuanpei's face became even more crazy. He raised the staff in his hand, and the runes on the staff instantly shone brightly. A powerful dark force spread out in all directions with him as the center.

He laughed wildly and said, "Want to end me? With just you? Today I'll let you know the consequences of going against me!" As the power of the staff spread, the air around seemed to solidify, the temperature dropped sharply, and everyone on the Guixu stage couldn't help but shiver.

Jiang Qingwu was not afraid at all. She quickly poured her spiritual power into the Qiluan Sword. The sword shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding area shrouded in darkness.

She shouted, "Don't be so arrogant!"

His figure flashed, and he rushed towards Ling Yuanpei like a white lightning, waving the Qiluan Sword in his hand, releasing sharp sword energy. The sword energy crisscrossed like a sharp blade, heading straight for Ling Yuanpei.

Ling Yuanpei sneered, quickly formed seals with his hands, and several black tentacles extended from behind him, like black pythons, and pounced madly towards the sword energy.

The tentacles collided with the sword energy, making a series of harsh sounds and splashing black and white light, as if light and darkness were fighting a desperate battle.

He Yihuan was standing aside, and although his strength was limited, he was not willing to be outdone.

He knew very well that he could not directly participate in this high-intensity battle, but he tried hard to find opportunities to provide some help to Jiang Qingwu.

He stared at the battlefield, paying attention to Ling Yuanpei's every move, and silently prayed in his heart that Jiang Qingwu would gain the upper hand.

The battle between Jiang Qingwu and Ling Yuanpei becomes more and more intense. With his superb swordsmanship and firm belief, Jiang Qingwu moves freely among the dark forces.

Each of her attacks was accompanied by powerful spiritual energy, trying to break through Ling Yuanpei's defense. Ling Yuanpei continued to control the dark tentacles, frantically resisting Jiang Qingwu's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, Ling Yuanpei saw the gap in Jiang Qingwu's attack and waved his hand violently. A black beam of light shot out from the staff, like a black meteor, flying towards Jiang Qingwu at an extremely fast speed.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes flashed, and she quickly dodged to the side. The beam of light brushed past the corner of her clothes and hit a little god next to her. The little god instantly lost his soul and his body shriveled up.

Jiang Qingwu took advantage of the brief gap after Ling Yuanpei's attack and launched another attack. She leaped high, gathering all her spiritual power from the Qiluan Sword in her hand, and slashed down fiercely at Ling Yuanpei.

This sword, with its overwhelming force, seemed to slash away all darkness. Ling Yuanpei's expression changed drastically, and he retreated hastily. At the same time, the black tentacles quickly entwined themselves, forming a black shield that blocked his way.

With a loud "bang", the sword energy and the shield collided with each other, generating a powerful impact force.

A strong wind blew on Guixu Terrace, with flying sand and rocks. Some small buildings around it collapsed under the impact.

Jiang Qingwu and Ling Yuanpei each stabilized their bodies during the attack and looked at each other, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed through the clouds, as if cheering for this fierce battle. Thunder rolled, shaking the earth.

Ling Yuanpei took advantage of Jiang Qingwu's inability to regain his balance and launched another attack. He waved his hands rapidly in the air, and the dark power condensed into a huge black sphere in his hands. The surface of the sphere flickered with an eerie light, as if it contained the power of destruction.

Ling Yuanpei shouted, "Go to hell!" and threw the black sphere towards Jiang Qingwu. Like a meteorite, the black sphere flew towards Jiang Qingwu at high speed, accompanied by the sound of a whistling wind.

Jiang Qingwu's face was solemn. She knew full well the immense power of this attack, and dared not slack off even a little. She quickly increased her spiritual power to its limit. The Qiluan Sword shone brightly in her hand. She muttered something, and a huge white light curtain appeared before her.

The black sphere collided with the white light curtain, bursting out a dazzling light that was so bright that no one could open their eyes.

After the light faded, Jiang Qingwu was still standing there, panting a little, but his eyes remained firm. Ling Yuanpei, on the other hand, was pale and trembling slightly. It was obvious that the previous attack had consumed a lot of his strength.

Jiang Qingwu looked at Ling Yuanpei and said coldly: "Your struggle is in vain. Today you will pay the price for your evil deeds!" After that, she raised the Qiluan Sword again, ready to launch the final attack.

Ling Yuanpei looked at Jiang Qingwu, a flicker of fear in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't give in easily. Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

After saying that, he gathered all his strength, and the black and white lights intertwined together, gradually forming a huge magic ball, preparing for a final desperate fight.