My Omega Is A Top Heavenly Master (GL) - Chapter 11

The weather in the park was bright and peaceful, yet the atmosphere in front of Mu Baicheng’s stall was so tense that swords seemed ready to be drawn at any moment.

It’s over. We’re finished.

Mu Baicheng knew this troublesome ancestor had still ended up confronting the people from the Celestial Masters’ Residence head-on.

What else could she do?

Let everything burn. Mu Baicheng had decided to stop struggling.

Could she change Qin Xiyao’s mind?

Obviously not.

Huang Zhengyan—the male Alpha pointing the peachwood sword at Qin Xiyao—was the Eldest Senior Brother among the third-generation disciples. He had never encountered such blatant provocation before.

“Very well. Why don’t we use this incident as our wager? If you lose, you will no longer be allowed to earn money through Daoist arts.”

“Fine,” Qin Xiyao agreed without hesitation.

This incident could not possibly be insignificant. Liu Suhong’s father had been born with the physiognomy of an emperor, yet some yin entity had managed to affect him. That alone showed how troublesome this matter would be.

With the cultivation of this young Daoist standing before her, there was no possibility that he could resolve it.

“If you lose, you will give me one million yuan.”

The instant she heard money was involved, Mu Baicheng’s eyes lit up.

She leaned toward Qin Xiyao and whispered, “What are our chances of winning?”

“Doesn’t that depend on you?” Qin Xiyao answered mildly.

Of course it depended on Mu Baicheng.

As long as Mu Baicheng made more physical contact with her, Qin Xiyao would recover more magical power. Once she had enough power, why should she fear the insignificant spirits and monsters of this world?

Mu Baicheng pointed at her own nose.

What did this have to do with her?

Was Qin Xiyao planning to do the actual work while Mu Baicheng stood around as a lucky mascot?

Mu Baicheng had initially thought the situation sounded quite dangerous and considered returning home first.

But after Qin Xiyao said that, she immediately felt that leaving was no longer an option.

With no other choice, Mu Baicheng followed Qin Xiyao.

Seeing that Qin Xiyao was willing to come, Liu Suhong also felt considerably more reassured.

She knew the disciples from the Celestial Masters’ Residence. Her father kept them on retainer and had invited them to examine the feng shui of his new home.

Unfortunately, before they could even inspect the feng shui, something happened to her father.

Moreover, when Liu Suhong encountered that scumbag Alpha, none of these disciples had predicted the situation as accurately as Qin Xiyao.

In comparison, Liu Suhong trusted Qin Xiyao far more.

They climbed into Liu Suhong’s Porsche, filling all four seats, including the driver’s.

Qin Xiyao and Mu Baicheng sat in the back, while Song Jinran made herself at home in the front passenger seat.

Liu Suhong rolled her eyes at her.

This young mistress of the mystic arts dressed every day as though she were about to compete in a beauty pageant. Merely looking at her was irritating.

Liu Suhong stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot forward.

The evening rush hour had not yet begun, so the roads were clear. It took them less than twenty minutes to arrive at the gates of an estate.

The estate stood in eastern Hu City, directly beside the coastline.

The garden was filled with blue irises.

Mu Baicheng stared at the flowers in confusion.

Who would plant irises throughout their courtyard?

“What is it?” Qin Xiyao asked, noticing that something seemed wrong.

Mu Baicheng had been staring at the flowers for far too long.

Mu Baicheng shook her head.

Perhaps the owner of the estate simply had unusual tastes.

“I know these flowers don’t have a particularly auspicious meaning,” Liu Suhong said. “My father hired a gardener to deal with them two days ago. But after the gardener entered the house, he disappeared. The flowers remained exactly as they were. No…they’re blooming even more vividly now.”

Qin Xiyao’s gaze darkened.

This estate occupied an extremely ominous place where a hundred currents of yin converged.

Its eastern side faced the coast, which replenished some of its yang energy. However, once night fell and yin flourished while yang declined, this place would become an exceptional site for nurturing corpses.

Why would anyone build a home in such a contradictory location?

Liu Sheng was a renowned entrepreneur in Hu City and could easily afford to hire people from the Celestial Masters’ Residence to inspect his feng shui.

Had none of them discovered anything wrong with this place?

“Eldest Senior Brother, the sea lies to the east, where the sun rises and the moon descends. This is a dwelling place for Yinglong,” the youngest junior brother, Zhou Zitao, said.

Qin Xiyao silently scoffed.

It seemed she had overestimated them.

Calling them useless good-for-nothings had actually been generous.

Qin Xiyao turned toward Song Jinran.

“Do you have talisman paper?”

Huang Zhengyan laughed disdainfully.

“You came out to resolve a supernatural incident without even bringing the tools of your trade?”

Song Jinran ignored him.

Compared with this Eldest Senior Brother, Qin Xiyao’s abilities were far more worthy of her attention.

Anyone capable of forcing Song Jinran backward with spiritual consciousness alone could not possibly be ordinary.

“Of course. Do you need cinnabar?”

Song Jinran took out a sheet of yellow paper. She then detached a sparrow-shaped charm from her keychain, revealing a short brush and cinnabar hidden inside.

Qin Xiyao accepted the yellow paper and shook her head.

“I don’t use cinnabar to draw talismans.”

She pinched the paper between her fingers and tossed it into the air.

The yellow paper remained suspended before her.

Qin Xiyao formed a seal with one hand and uttered a single word.

“Peace.”

Silver light flickered.

Magical power inscribed a brilliant silver character meaning peace and protection across the yellow paper.

Song Jinran’s pupils contracted.

That was true magical power—something possessed by only the Ancestor throughout the entire Celestial Masters’ Residence.

This person…

Song Jinran stared at Qin Xiyao’s tranquil profile.

She had been born with yin-yang eyes and could see things invisible to ordinary people. Normal humans could not perceive the silver magical power, but Song Jinran saw it clearly.

This power was even deeper than the Ancestor’s.

“You actually possess magical power?”

Song Jinran wanted to ask what cultivation realm Qin Xiyao had reached, but she did not dare.

Qin Xiyao appeared far too young.

Could she be some senior expert concealing her true age?

“Magical power?”

Huang Zhengyan stared at Song Jinran in disbelief.

“Eldest Young Miss, are you joking?”

Song Jinran sneered without sparing Huang Zhengyan a glance.

What a fool.

“Whether I am joking or not, you will soon find out.”

The talisman paper curled itself in midair and eventually folded into a triangle.

Qin Xiyao extended her hand, and the triangular talisman obediently landed in her palm.

She handed it to Liu Suhong.

“Keep this with you. Don’t come inside. We will bring your father out.”

“You already know?”

Liu Suhong’s eyes reddened as she tightly clutched the talisman.

After the gardener disappeared, her father and mother had entered the estate together. That had been around noon, three or four hours ago.

There had been no news from either of them since.

Qin Xiyao nodded.

She did not need to perform a divination to determine that much. Liu Suhong’s expression made it obvious.

Moreover, the estate had already transformed into a living formation. Anyone entering it would become trapped.

The estate visible from outside would undoubtedly be completely different from what awaited them after they entered.

Mu Baicheng nervously tugged at Qin Xiyao’s clothes.

“Qin Xiyao, do I have to go inside too?”

Qin Xiyao murmured her agreement.

What a ridiculous question. If Mu Baicheng did not come, how was Qin Xiyao supposed to replenish her magical power?

Qin Xiyao glanced at Mu Baicheng’s trembling legs and formed a seal with one hand.

“Come.”

A vortex appeared in the air.

White light flashed, and Dudu leaped out of the vortex, landing directly in Mu Baicheng’s arms.

“Woof!”

Dudu enthusiastically licked Mu Baicheng’s cheek.

Mu Baicheng stroked its head, unable to understand why Qin Xiyao had summoned it.

“A pure soul—the natural enemy of all illusions,” Song Jinran said, her yin-yang eyes immediately seeing through Dudu’s identity. “Unfortunately, this heavenly soul has insufficient merit and can protect only one person.”

Qin Xiyao’s impassive black eyes lingered briefly on Song Jinran’s.

“You have excellent eyes.”

“Thank you.”

Song Jinran raised an eyebrow.

Speaking with an intelligent person truly required no effort.

Only her master, her father, and several elders of the Celestial Masters’ Residence knew that she had been born with yin-yang eyes.

She had not expected Qin Xiyao to recognize them immediately.

Qin Xiyao took Mu Baicheng’s hand and stepped forward.

“Let’s go.”

They entered the estate first.

The instant they crossed the gate, both of their figures disappeared as though they had never been there.

Huang Zhengyan swallowed nervously.

He was already in his thirties and had accompanied his master through numerous supernatural incidents, but this situation seemed to have completely overturned his understanding of the world.

He hesitated.

Perhaps he should simply forget about it.

It was only one million yuan, after all.

“Eldest Senior Brother?” Zhou Zitao asked.

Why did his Eldest Senior Brother suddenly look so strange?

“What’s wrong?”

Song Jinran sneered and glanced at Huang Zhengyan’s trembling legs.

“If you’re afraid, don’t come. Losing to her wouldn’t be shameful.”

She stepped forward and disappeared through the estate’s gate as well.

Damn it!

Huang Zhengyan gritted his teeth.

He could not allow the Eldest Young Miss to look down on him.

Huang Zhengyan had always wanted to marry Song Jinran. Doing so would gain him the support of at least three elders from the Celestial Masters’ Residence.

Then he might have an opportunity to become the Ancestor’s disciple, study cultivation techniques, and attain immortality.

What was there to fear?

If he survived today, he would surely become an immortal someday.

With that thought, Huang Zhengyan stepped forward.

Several junior brothers followed him into this path of no return.

*

A blinding white light flashed.

Mu Baicheng felt the cool, soft hand slip from her grasp. When her daze cleared, she found herself holding Dudu atop a towering mountain peak that pierced the clouds.

Beneath the sun at its zenith, a divine tree stretched high into the heavens.

The tree had ten branches, and a radiant three-legged golden crow stood upon each one—one above and nine below.

Every golden crow stood atop a round sun.

A gigantic Yinglong had its eyes open as it spiraled down the divine tree from top to bottom.

“The Classic of Mountains and Seas says that when the sun stands at its zenith, Yinglong coils around the trunk, and ten crows perch upon the branches, it is the divine Jianmu tree.”

Mu Baicheng marveled at the tree’s immense height.

It towered into the clouds, with no end in sight.

A phoenix cry seemed to echo through the air.

In her daze, Mu Baicheng saw a woman dressed in white standing before Jianmu, holding a longsword in one hand.

Her silver hair hung loose down her back, and she appeared indescribably lonely.

“Qin Xiyao?”

Mu Baicheng did not know why, but she felt certain that the woman was Qin Xiyao.

Her back looked unbearably desolate.

The supposed phoenix cry had actually been the sound of Qin Xiyao drawing her sword.

Qin Xiyao stood with her back to Mu Baicheng.

Mu Baicheng watched Yinglong’s eyes open and close. The surrounding sky shifted repeatedly from day to night.

She had no idea how much time passed.

Qin Xiyao’s figure began to sway as though she might collapse at any moment.

Then, one day, Qin Xiyao tossed her sword into the air.

The weapon released a mournful cry. Countless afterimages emerged from its blade, multiplying into tens of thousands like ten thousand swords returning to their origin.

Qin Xiyao pointed toward Jianmu with her right hand.

The countless flying swords began furiously hacking at one of its branches.

Even a divine tree as sturdy as Jianmu eventually cracked beneath the relentless assault.

Mu Baicheng looked toward the mark carved into the tree by the swords.

There was only a single word—

Farewell.

That one word made Mu Baicheng’s heart spasm painfully.

The countless flying swords felt as though they were cutting directly into her heart.

Qin Xiyao hated someone.

But whom did she hate?

It hurt.

The pain in Mu Baicheng’s heart became so intense that she could barely breathe.

Her vision gradually blurred, and suffocation closed around her.

White light flashed from the creature in her arms.

Dudu released a loud howl.

The surrounding vision shattered like a mirror.

Mu Baicheng caught herself against the ground with both hands.

Her surroundings were unnaturally silent.

After looking around, she finally realized she was inside the estate.

But it had been daytime when she entered.

Why was it nighttime here?

“Woof! Woof!”

Dudu worriedly licked Mu Baicheng’s cheek.

Mu Baicheng gave it a pale smile.

“Thank goodness you were here.”

Without Dudu’s timely help, Mu Baicheng might already have suffocated to death.

After steadying her breathing, she picked Dudu up.

She needed to find Qin Xiyao quickly.

This place was far too strange.

As she moved through the irises, an eerie female voice echoed through the air, sounding again and again like someone weeping out her grief.

“Why did you abandon her?”

“Why did you leave her all alone?”

Each question seemed intent on dragging Mu Baicheng into the darkness.

White light radiated from Dudu’s body, illuminating the path ahead.

Mu Baicheng forced herself to ignore the voice.

Qin Xiyao, wait for me.

I’m coming to find you.