Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Ocean Fiend King’s Imperial City

What the heck is with this world? There’s another conspiracy now? Mu Yu contemplated.

“To sum up, you need to enter Fiend King Yujiang’s underground palace to remove the island’s barrier,” summarised He Liankong, giving Mu Yu an unwelcome chilly slap on the shuolder.

“Take me to the imperial city so that I can check it out, then.”

He Liankong stole a gander at Gui Yuzi and Bo Hong, then whispered, “Not now. Gui Yuzi and Bo Hong guard the entrance to the imperial city even though we all rule over the city. We need to plan.”

“Please tell me you already have a plan.”

“Simple: we just need to lure them away from the entrance.”

“How?”

“Still thinking.”

Mu Yu, eyes on the bones strewn on the ground, dryly chuckled.

“We still fighting today? I’m ready and revving,” enthused Xiaoshuai, waving He Liankong’s femur around as a toy.

“Hell yeah! Why not?” responded Mu Yu since they had nothing better to do.

After He Liankong taught Mu Yu how to use his soul items more proficiently to avoid them landing into the same mire again, Xiaoshuai breezed through three consecutive matches.

“Next! Don’t chicken out!” Xiaoshuai goaded from above his skeleton soldier’s head.

“Traitorous fiend beast, why are you helping humans?!”

“Don’t lump me in with you! Yours truly is a divine beast! A divine beast! A! Divine! Beast!”

“Ahem.” Mu Yu whispered, “Xiaoshuai, you do have a fiend beast’s body, you know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Man up, you chickens! I’ll teach you!” Xiaoshuai taunted, cracking the bones.

The fiends weren’t scared to fight again; they just suspected Mu Yu was somehow cheating to mop the floor with them four times consecutively, a result never before seen. As such, the matches for the day came to an end.

Mu Yu and Xiaoshuai discussed their plans for tomorrow’s fight, with the latter disappointedly swinging around a bone, not paying attention to the humans watching them return as if they were watching a triumphant general return from the battlefield – minus Gui Yuzi, who, unsurprisingly, was still hostile toward Mu Yu. Mu Yu couldn’t shake off the feeling that Gui Yuzi was scheming something.

He Liankong led Mu Yu to the imperial city, a towering city sitting above the ocean, of interest that same night. Unlike Desert Eagle Fiend King’s stately city, Fiend King Yujiang built walls out of coral reef, creating vibrant canvases. Ocean water drifted along the cliff and into the ocean below.

“Reverend Xuan Jizi was the one who cast the white mist formation hiding the view inside the city. Even though you are human, stay alert when you enter.”

“There are formations inside?”

“He imposed a rule: if anyone wants his inheritance, they must pass his test, hence the formation. Should one fail to pass the test, they are to take up the responsibility of guarding Fiend-Sealing Pagoda with everyone else. In other words, the formations might just kill you.”

Hmm… Guess I’ll cross those bridges when I come to them, inwardly said Mu Yu.

“I know you’ve learnt a little about formations. Nevertheless, he was once an elder of Formation and Talisman Sect, so his formations are not to be underestimated.”

“Formation and Talisman Sect?”

“Yes, he is a formation caster from one of the great nine sects. I stressed for you to be cautious as I’m worried you can’t handle the formations.”

“I will bear your kind reminder in mind. Before I enter, though, can we discuss how to enter the city?” Like, there are twenty odd souls guarding the entrance…”

“Beats me. Several of them are my subordinates, so I could reassign them. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything about the others. If Gui Yuzi and Bo Hong find out, they could seal the city.”

“Do souls ever feel sleepy?”

“No.”

“Do you sleep?”

“No.”

“Have patrol shifts?”

“Once every quarter.”

“Under what circumstances would they leave?”

“None. They’re dutiful,” He Liankong responded with his chest and head high.

“What are you guarding a city nobody will trespass for?!”

“Ask Reverend Xuan Jizi. Plenty of souls like the job as they love the feeling of being at peace there,” replied He Liankong, reminiscing the feeling himself.

I’ll bet my head Reverend Xuan Jizi cast some sort of euphoric formation there. Otherwise, nob-, no soul would take up the job, Mu Yu thought in his mind. After thoroughly inspecting the defensive formation, Mu Yu evaluated, This formation could give Fingertip Flowing Water Formation a run for its money. Reverend Xuan Jizi is the equivalent of a second Chen Tiandao! Defusing a domain is going to be one hell of a challenge.

“Let us head back. I need some private space to concoct a plan,” stated Mu Yu.

“I remember ‘Profound Formations’ discusses domain formations. Try reading up on it,” suggested Xiaoshuai, in a place where no souls could overhear their conversation.

“Let’s find out.”

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