Chapter 103: Schemes and Plots, Unbreakable Overt Schemes; Heaven’s Wrath and People’s Resentment.

Chapter 103: Schemes and Plots, Unbreakable Overt Schemes; Heaven's Wrath and People's Resentment.

A few days earlier.

"Among all things in this world, only overt schemes are unbreakable."

The youthful-looking Sage Zhuo, while cheerfully dipping his brush to write on a golden invitation, playfully winked his right eye.

"Sister surely wouldn't want to see the Divine Shaman die too easily, would she?"

Before the other could frown, he suddenly covered his mouth in mock surprise, "Oh dear, oh dear, I've forgotten again that sister is kind-hearted and would never think that way! See, I've once again judged your noble heart with my petty mind—how vicious of me!"

His demeanor was frivolous and intimate, but because of his striking beauty, his nose scrunch and fake pout weren't particularly off-putting.

Helan Yunyi held back her annoyance: "What overt scheme are you talking about?"

"A Hongmen-style banquet!" the youth said with delight. "We'll give the Divine Shaman a chance to reopen the old case of the Daoist Sect—even if she knows it's a trap, sister, do you think she'll jump in willingly?"

Helan Yunyi pressed her rosy lips together, her gaze flickering faintly.

She frowned: "That matter was settled long ago."

"Exactly, exactly!" Zhuo curved his smiling eyes. "Those people of the Daoist Sect brought it on themselves—they're beyond saving! Even if the old case is brought up again, no one will stand on their side! If the Divine Shaman dares to shield them, she'll be going against the whole world!"

Helan Yunyi remained silent in contemplation.

He urged her: "Sister, your conscience is clear about what happened back then—what's there to hesitate about?"

Helan Yunyi's pride showed on her face: "Everything I did back then was for the greater good—I naturally have a clear conscience!"

"So!" Zhuo clapped the table and laughed. "This time, we'll make sure the Divine Shaman is disgraced and cursed forever, never to come back... Sister, killing her isn't enough—we have to break her spirit."

Helan Yunyi's lips tightened: "Yes, I want her to never have peace in the next life."

She paused for a moment, then showed contempt: "I'm only afraid she won't take the bait. This person comes from a lowly background, shallow and cheap, and holds onto her life dearly."

Zhuo shrugged: "If she doesn't bite, then whatever."

Helan Yunyi frowned: "How can we just let it go?"

Zhuo laughed: "Sister, if she doesn't take it, we'll hit her with a charge of having a guilty conscience and hiding bad intentions, accusing her of not being sincere in joining forces with us to fight the demonic calamity! Then, in the name of righteousness, what's wrong with killing her?"

"This is an overt scheme!"

Everything's out in the open—no matter what she chose, it was a dead end.

Fu Yu lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest.

Her gaze briefly swept over Sage Zhuo's face, then moved past him to land on the Holy Maiden Helan Yunyi.

The previous Double Heaven had once told Yu Xiao that when the Daoist Sect fell, Helan Yunyi worked with outside forces, scoring herself a big "merit."

Helan Yunyi was the personal disciple of Sect Master Yun Duoer and also a distant relative of Jun Bu Du.

Fu Yu muttered under her breath: "What kind of relative is that supposed to be?"

Then she thought, aside from Jun Bu Du, the Jun family from top to bottom were no good either, and his birth mother, from the Helan Clan, was even crazier.

Just like the relatives on her dad's side—none of them were worth a damn. 🙂

Helan Yunyi finally turned her gaze, reluctantly, to Fu Yu, and when her eyes landed on Fu Yu, she paused for a moment.

Then, her tense, saintly face softened a bit, and she sent a mental message to Zhuo beside her: "Is this her reincarnation?"

Zhuo blinked and replied with a mental message: "Hmm, just okay-looking."

Not like before, when she was drop-dead gorgeous, stuck in people's minds for thousands of years.

Helan Yunyi sent another mental message: "Her cultivation's just average too. How's she supposed to fight the Evil Demon God?"

Zhuo replied with a smile: "I'm guessing Nine Crossroads Dust did most of the work, probably."

Helan Yunyi's gaze fell on the long sword behind Fu Yu, and her face turned sour.

She still vividly remembered what happened in the Divine Demon Grand Burial—she had lost her avatar and lost the divine artifact World Wish Candle, never thought it'd end up with this person!

Fu Yu didn't bother staring long at the soon-to-be dead.

She turned to the huge monument of sins and said lazily: "I died early, so I really don't know what the Daoist Sect did to make everyone so mad and heaven so angry."

At these words, the crowd below immediately erupted.

A group of famous scholars were filled with righteous indignation, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

"Those evil cultists have too many crimes to list!"

"Those evil deeds are known to all—don't try to whitewash them!"

"Ha! Back then, the remnants all committed suicide out of guilt—what more is there to say!"

"Excuses are useless!"

Fu Yu raised her hand: "I said, I died early, and in the underworld, I had no eyes to see. If anyone doesn't believe me..."

Her expression was sincere, not at all like a death threat, "I'll send you down there to see for yourself?"

The crowd was choked into silence.

Zhuo laughed softly: "Oh dear, oh dear!"

He stepped forward to mediate, "The Divine Shaman has already agreed to revisit the sins of the past—why are you still arguing?"

He was good-looking, smiling and amiable, and for a moment, everyone forgot he was also a sage.

"Then stop wasting words!" An old man stamped his cane and snorted, "Hurry up."

Zhuo stared at him unhurriedly, then tilted his head, curving his smiling eyes: "Alright, alright."

Fu Yu watched his performance quietly.

She saw Zhuo and Helan Yunyi exchange a glance, then both raised their hands to form hand seals. Spiritual light surged around them, and a mysterious divine pattern floated on their foreheads—golden and radiant, like a third eye opening.

Wu He said expressionlessly: "See that? That's the so-called evidence of the Seven Sages mending the heavens—a divine seal granted by heaven for their monumental merits."

Fu Yu blinked slowly.

She had never seen that before.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit and the monkey also shook their heads in unison.

Two beams of divine light hit the black stone stele.

A moment later, golden light patterns appeared, and rows of golden characters rose up, floating high above the platform against the stele's black background.

The First Major Crime: Evil Sacrifice.

Vivid scenes played out in front of the stele. Where the Heavenly Sin Eye passed, millions were dead across a thousand miles of land. The survivors, furious, burned down countless Dao Ancestor temples and smashed the remaining statues to pieces.

Sage Zhuo sighed dramatically: "Surely the whole world can't be wrong about one person, right? What do you say, Divine Shaman?"

Li Xueke rolled his eyes, furious.

These shameless people from the Divine Court could really lie through their teeth without batting an eye!

If he'd known this would happen, he would've beaten that guy black and blue back in the woodshed that day.

Fu Yu didn't care, smiling as she wiggled her fingers: "Mm, continue."

The divine light flickered.

On the stele's screen, golden characters rose to show the Daoist Sect's Second Major Crime: Brutality.

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow and watched.

The Daoist Sect's thousand-foot black wooden building, built into the mountain, was full of damage. Amid the thick mist, countless Spiritual Beasts swarmed in huge numbers.

Fu Yu's brow furrowed a little.

Evil Spirits ate humans and Spiritual Beasts alike. Back then, cultivators and Spiritual Beasts both had Evil Spirits as their biggest enemy—they were allies. So why would they attack the Daoist Sect?

In the scene, the Spiritual Beasts' eyes were bloodshot, driven into a killing frenzy, sworn to fight the Daoist Sect to the death.

"Ah..." Sage Zhuo sighed. "All living things have spirits, yet they treated these Spiritual Beasts so cruelly, so brutally, driving these gentle creatures to this state..."

Fu Yu saw countless corpses displayed in the scene.

Those Spiritual Beasts had been skinned and their cores taken, their deaths utterly miserable.

"Divine Shaman, Spiritual Beasts don't understand schemes or tricks. They know who hurt them."

Zhuo said, smiling, "When they slaughtered them so viciously for their own gain, they should've expected payback."

Behind Fu Yu, the monkey couldn't contain itself, baring its teeth and hissing.

Among those Spiritual Beast corpses were its own species. The sight of their suffering made its eyes red, and it itched to grab something to chew on.

Fu Yu nodded a little.

No wonder the Daoist Sect hadn't dealt with the disaster sweeping the world in time—their own home was under attack.

Her gaze drifted casually over the thousand-foot building.

The Daoist Sect had focused on defense, not outright slaughtering the Spiritual Beasts.

It was this very mercy that delayed them, keeping them from noticing the great calamity brewing outside in time.

Zhuo asked, kindly, "Does the Divine Shaman have anything to say?"

Fu Yu wiggled her fingers: "Continue."

Before the stele, the golden characters shifted, showing the next Major Crime: Massacre.

This scene was solid proof.

Under the leadership of the Daoist Sect Master, Yun Duoer, countless High-level Cultivators rode swords across the sky, breaking into the eastern Helan City.

The war raged for seven days and seven nights without stopping.

By the time the Heavenly Sin Eye shone into the ruins, it was a living hell.

The Helan Clan, famous for their kindness, had been completely wiped out.

Even the little children weren't spared!

"Monstrous! Absolutely monstrous!"

Beneath the golden characters, a crowd of Famous Scholars stomped their feet and spat curses, filled with outrage.

The Saintess Helan Yunyi's eyes filled with tears, a bitter smile on her face: "This is why I left the darkness for the light."

She stood, chin up, looking steadily at the crowd below.

"I broke the protective formation from the inside, I defeated my senior brother with my own hands. Whether a thousand years ago or now, I've always had a clear conscience. Everything I did was for the good of The People."

The crowd sighed: "The Saintess is noble!"

The Daoist Sect's slaughter clearly didn't stop with just the Helan Clan.

In the final scene, righteous warriors from across the land united against this inhuman leader of the Evil Path. A grand battle erupted, and the entire Daoist Sect mountain sank into the earth.

Zhuo said emotionally: "Despised by mortals, condemned by cultivators, hated by Spiritual Beasts... The Daoist Sect truly cut itself off from everyone!"

Fu Yu looked down and smiled.

"Does the Divine Shaman..." he said with a grin, "have any objections?"

Fu Yu said, "So the leader of our righteous path became the enemy of the world?"

Helan Yunyi said coldly, "One reaps what one sows."

Zhuo stood up, leaning slightly to the side, and gestured toward the towering stele, speaking earnestly: "If the Divine Shaman has doubts, your soul can enter the stele, and before the world's eyes, reopen old cases and reverse fate."

These three scenes were clearly beyond redemption.

The Foxtail Grass Spirit whispered nervously, "Master, don't fall for it! If your soul goes in, they'll kill your body! They have no shame!"

Zhuo laughed: "Of course, the Divine Shaman can refuse. But then, the world won't trust you, and that's only natural, isn't it?"

Fu Yu smiled too.

"As I said just now." Her expression was even more sincere than Zhuo's. "Let's reopen the case together!"

Before the words faded, Nine Crossroads Dust rang out with a clang!

In an instant, a great night shrouded the sky, divine light receded, and a shadow that blotted out the sun swept through!

"Clang—boom!"

Standing beneath the stele, she struck without warning, and even the two sages couldn't stop her.

As the sword passed, the monument of sin split cleanly in two and slowly toppled.

It wasn't over yet.

Night fell, and at the crack of the monument, a terrifying fissure plunged straight into the heart of the earth.

The platform above and the ground below came crashing down.

The two saints managed to steady themselves, but the crowd of famous scholars below could only tumble helplessly, like dumplings dropped into a pot.

Fu Yu's long hair flew wildly as she wielded the black sword, laughing like a heartless villain: "Mwahaha... Come on! None of you are getting away!"

In such a moment, the eerie, papery voice of a child rang out, chilling and strange—

"The old days return—Spiritual Beast secret realm, open!"