Chapter 58

Yue Qing then turned to the Yangji Hall, which was forged from the ten-thousand-year-old black iron accumulated at the bottom of the sea. It was the same size and structure as the Yinji Hall, but the talismans inside had changed. After Yue Qing placed the remaining sword blanks, the North Pole ring, and the remaining materials for the Chiyang Ring, he released the Primordial Qi, and the temperature inside the hall began to drop.

The Yinji and Yangji Halls, activated by Yue Qing's true qi, started to slowly rotate around the central Taiji Palace. The flames and cold air inside gradually compressed, the temperature in the copper hall rising and the temperature in the iron hall falling. They would be connected every five days through the two-pole primordial magnetic qi in the central Taiji Palace.

Surrounding the Taiji Palace were eight halls, each made of different materials and styles. Some were made of pure gold, radiating brilliance; some were carved from divine wood, ancient and elegant; some were built from strange stones, breathtaking; some were cast from mystic ice, dazzling and crystalline...

Over the years, Xu Feiniang had been plotting her revenge. She had extensive connections, reaching far and wide, and had gathered many valuable items. This time, she had also found many useful materials in the Ziyun Palace. While they were not enough to fill the entire Taiyi Heavenly Furnace, they were sufficient for the Yin-Yang Eight Trigram Halls.

After placing all the materials, Yue Qing adjusted the talismans on the walls or ceilings of each hall to form the appropriate formations. There were over ten thousand talismans in the ten halls of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigram. If even one was used incorrectly or the order was reversed, the magical treasures inside would be reduced to scrap. Therefore, it took Yue Qing three full days to adjust all the talismans.

He let the Heavenly Furnace start rotating slowly, gradually increasing the temperature inside. Yue Qing flew out of the mountain pass, sealed the Hunyuan Hall, and returned to Zhongtai Mountain, only to find it in a state of chaos.

Yue Qing flew closer, and the Qixing Square was already in an uproar, divided into two groups. On the east side, a dozen or so people of varying heights were confronting Xu Feiniang and a few others on the west side. Yue Qing's gaze swept over them, and he recognized many of them. The leader was a tall, slender Taoist in a long robe, holding a duster, with a very refined appearance, even more handsome than a woman. He was his senior brother, Lin Yuan, the Taoist of Xuandu, who had been living in seclusion on Wanshou Mountain in Guizhou. His magical powers had been very high in the past, and now they had improved even more. His voice echoed clearly through the mountains: "Our master is no longer with us. Tuo Tuo the monk and I have a long-standing grudge. From the day he took over Wutai, I went into seclusion. Whether Wutai revives or not has nothing to do with me. I dare not covet the Taiyi Five-Smoke Luo that our master left behind, but I need to copy the lower volume of the Hunyuan Immortal Scripture. After all, I am still a disciple of our master. Quickly bring Yue Qinbin back."

Xu Feiniang looked at him coldly: "I have already said many times that Master Yue is now on Beitaishan. If you have the ability, go find him yourselves."

"Xu Feiniang! You are almost a widow to our master. We remember the old days, so don't be ungrateful!" The speaker was a strange-looking monk with two large lumps on his forehead, half his face blue and the other half yellow, his nose pointing upwards, and his fangs exposed. He wore a apricot-yellow monk's robe. This monk's dharma name was Qianxiao, and his nickname was the Sun and Moon Monk. He was a good friend of Lin Yuan and had left Wutai with him, living in seclusion in the Luohun Valley of the Salween Mountains in Yunnan. His voice was like a copper bell, making people's eardrums hurt: "Only the Hunyuan True Qi can enter the Hunyuan Hall. Among us, only you have cultivated the Hunyuan True Qi. What are your intentions by telling us to find him ourselves?"

Behind Xu Feiniang, Hu Shi could no longer hold back: "You two-headed scoundrel, stop spouting nonsense. Sister Xu has already set the meeting for noon tomorrow at the Qixing Hall. We will discuss the book then. Now..."

Before he could finish, Qianxiao roared: "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that!" He stretched out his large hand, grabbing Hu Shi from a distance. Hu Shi's feet left the ground, about to be pulled away, but Xu Feiniang patted his shoulder, and the strong suction disappeared. Qianxiao roared again, and the Yin-Yang Bowl in his hand spewed out a stream of Sun God Flame.

This Sun God Flame was refined by absorbing the essence of the sun at noon each day. It was golden yellow with a blinding white light. Ordinary flying swords would melt upon contact.

As soon as the flame appeared, everyone present felt a sharp pain in their eyes and stepped back, covering their faces. Xu Feiniang knew its power and pulled Hu Shi behind her, ready to use the Hunyuan True Qi to contain the flames. Suddenly, a stream of black and white Hunyuan True Qi flew from the sky, intercepting the Sun God Flame. She knew it was Yue Qing, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yue Qing used the Hunyuan True Qi to intercept the Sun God Flame and said calmly: "Senior Brother Qianxiao, after cultivating for hundreds of years, how can you still have such a short temper!" He slowly landed between the two groups.

"Yue Qinbin!" The people on the opposite side all clamored, especially the Black Headed Arhat Tan Gan and the Fat Demon King Bai Xiao, who held their swords and followed closely behind Qianxiao, shouting loudly: "Quickly hand over the Taiyi Five-Smoke Luo and the Hunyuan Immortal Scripture!"

Yue Qing smiled: "Fellow disciples, there's no need to be anxious. Listen to me. The Hunyuan Immortal Scripture is in my hands, and I have no intention of keeping it to myself. I have called you all here to share the Heavenly Book."

Tan Gan, who was both black and thin, with a dry and hoarse voice as if his throat had been smoked, said: "If Senior Brother Yue has such intentions, why not bring out the Heavenly Book now for everyone to see?"

Yue Qing replied: "Junior Brother Tan, don't be impatient. Several fellow disciples have yet to arrive, and the time was set for noon tomorrow. If we start now, wouldn't it be a breach of trust for those who arrive on time tomorrow?"

Qianxiao said: "What you say tomorrow has nothing to do with us. We are here for the Heavenly Book. If you hand it over now and let us each copy a portion, we will leave immediately." As he spoke, he secretly activated the bowl, and the Sun God Flame grew thicker.

Yue Qing said: "Senior Brother Qianxiao, your words are mistaken. I have planned for thirty to forty years, finally finding Zhu Hong on Simenshan, slaying him, and retrieving our sect's treasures, the Taiyi Five-Smoke Luo and the lower volume of the Hunyuan Immortal Scripture. My goal is to revive Wutai. I have called you all here to work together to study the Heavenly Book and revitalize Wutai."

"Wutai has been in name only since the day our master passed away!" Lin Yuan stepped forward again, "Junior Brother Yue, we all thank you for avenging our master. We are not here as Wutai disciples but as disciples of our master. Therefore, we do not care about the fate of Wutai. We only want to see the Heavenly Book."

"Stop dreaming!" Yue Qing's face darkened, "Our master was the leader of Wutai! The Heavenly Book is the tradition of Wutai! If you want to learn Wutai's Dao, you must contribute to its revival. Otherwise..."

Qianxiao glared and growled, "So you're not going to hand it over!" He breathed on the bowl, and another stream of Taiyin God Flame spewed out. This flame was refined by absorbing the essence of the moon at midnight each day. It was cool and clear, like water, and intertwined with the Sun God Flame, forming a drill-like shape and rapidly advancing.

Seeing that he was not backing down, Yue Qing's Hunyuan True Qi surged, pushing the two flames forward, quickly approaching Qianxiao.

Qianxiao felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and for a moment, it seemed as if his body was about to disintegrate into dust. He realized the danger and quickly transformed into a golden light and fled. His bowl, however, was caught by Yue Qing's true qi and taken into his hands.

Yue Qing's move to force back Qianxiao and seize his magical treasure shocked everyone. They all looked at him in disbelief.

Yue Qing weighed the bowl in his hand and called out to Situ Ping, who had shorter hair and looked haggard. He frowned: "How did you get injured? Was it the Mingwang Fire..." He turned to look at Zhitong, "Was it that monk?"

Situ Ping shook his head: "It was his disciple, Huiming. Master, don't worry. Aunt Xu has already healed me, and there's not even a scar." He rolled up his sleeve to show Yue Qing his arm.

Yue Qing rubbed his head and handed him the bowl: "This is your Senior Uncle Qianxiao. He came all the way from Yunnan. Take this as a gift." The bowl was as large as a basin and made of pure gold. Situ Ping had to stretch his arms wide to barely hold it. Yue Qing told him, "This is a valuable treasure. I will teach you the method to refine it, and then you can control its size and use it at will."

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