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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 111 (366): [The Holy Infant]
(111th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Li Weiyi felt utterly uncertain, with not even a shred of confidence.
However, the Ghost Infant Incident was likely connected to the Demon Race's plot.
He had come to Lingxiao City with the sole purpose of dismantling the hidden forces of the Demon Race and the Twin Rice Sect, so that Lingxiao Palace could withstand the impending Great War of the World for as long as possible.
This would buy time, delaying the Demon Race and the Twin Rice Sect's plan to annihilate the Human Race and conquer the Twenty-Eight Prefectures.
Therefore, he had to give this his all.
"Zhe ll!"
Standing by the bedside, Li Weiyi repeated his technique, pointing a finger at Song Qingli's forehead.
Spiritual Light ripples spread outward in concentric circles.
Song Lin stood nearby, watching intently with a worried expression.
"Hiss... ah..."
Song Qingli's face contorted into a grotesque mask, her mouth emitting a sharp, piercing shriek.
Her eyes burned with hatred.
Her fingers curled into claws, and a torrent of Spiritual Qi erupted from her, lunging at Li Weiyi, still remembering the man who had killed her child.
The two chains binding her clattered, and Talisman Light flickered into existence.
The Clan Elders of the Prince's Manor, who had been standing guard, narrowed their eyes and struck like lightning.
A Rosy Mist of Spiritual Qi surged forth, suppressing Song Qingli and forcing her back onto the bed.
Li Weiyi quickly retreated.
He saw Song Qingli on the bed, her teeth clenched, glaring at him with unwavering hatred.
Song Lin sighed, his heart twisting like a knife.
From the beginning, he hadn't held much hope, but now that all hope was gone, the bitterness was even more crushing.
His sister, the Heaven's Chosen Daughter, possessed peerless talent and beauty.
How could she have met such an end?
"Let's go! Even the Holy Spiritual Master and Immortal Realm Great Powers were helpless. This outcome was expected. Brother Zuo Ning, rest assured. The West Sea Palace will do everything in its power to assist you with your matter."
Song Lin forced a smile, preparing to see his guests out.
"I'd like to try again."
Li Weiyi didn't have a solution, but he wanted to investigate the specific condition of Song Qingli's body.
Since they were now resorting to desperate measures, Song Lin agreed.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi's brow released strands of Spiritual Light Flame, which entered Song Qingli's brow, Ancestral Field, Zhongdan, Wind Mansion... every major acupoint, meticulously probing.
He discovered that her blood was entirely corrupted by a putrid, yin-corrosive energy, resembling corpse blood.
Her Spiritual Qi was contaminated by a purplish-black ghostly energy, becoming turbid and frigid.
No wonder the Holy Spiritual Master and Immortal Realm Great Powers were helpless.
From the inside out, from head to toe, she was undergoing a process of zombification and decay, completely integrated with her normal flesh and blood, indistinguishable from them.
The Psychic Techniques, when invoked, can purify the mind and dispel Evil.
However, they cannot resolve the physical and Spiritual Qi corruption.
"Aha!"
Li Weiyi realized that the Golden Crow Flame Spiritual Light threads coursing through Song Qingli's body could cleanse the ghostly energy from her Spiritual Qi.
More Spiritual Light threads erupted from his brow, entering her Nine Springs.
Carefully, they traced the 102 Meridian Veins.
The Meridian Veins had not decayed.
If he could clear them and purify her Spiritual Qi, she could then circulate it herself to refine the Yin-corrosion power within her blood and flesh, potentially reversing the transformation.
Standing nearby, Song Lin clearly saw the purplish-black Ghost Mist shrouding Song Qingli dissipate.
He held his breath, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Half an hour later.
Li Weiyi retracted the Spiritual Light threads, his expression utterly exhausted. The effort had drained him significantly.
Song Lin asked anxiously, "Brother Zuo Ning, how is it? It seems to have had some effect."
Li Weiyi closed his eyes in meditation for a moment to recover some energy before looking around.
"Where's Brother Tai Shi?"
Song Lin paced like a man on hot coals: "He went to the front courtyard's birthday banquet."
"Brother Zuo Ning, can she be saved? Qingli's condition seems to have improved noticeably."
Li Weiyi had long suspected that Tai Shi Bai's eagerness to visit the West Sea Palace had nothing to do with saving Song Qingli and everything to do with Long Xiangcen.
Clearly, Tai Shi Yu's decision to bring Long Xiangcen to the birthday banquet had left Tai Shi Bai simmering with resentment, torn between anxiety and worry.
Li Weiyi and Song Lin stepped outside, standing in the dimly lit courtyard without immediately responding.
Instead, Li Weiyi asked, "Given the severity of the Ghost Infant Incident, surely the Transcendents themselves have personally investigated the Mother-Child Spring? If you truly wish to save your sister, Brother Song, please answer me truthfully."
Song Lin hesitated for a moment before sighing: "My uncle came to check on Qingli yesterday and did mention this. The two Palace Masters of the Lingxiao Palace speculate that it might be related to a Dead Spirit called the Holy Infant in the Nether Realm of the Dead, but they haven't been able to confirm it."
"A thousand years ago, the Holy Infant was severely wounded by the Grand Palace Mistress, yet still managed to escape. Zuo Ning, just imagine how powerful a Dead Spirit must be to escape the grasp of the Grand Palace Mistress!"
"My uncle said that the Third Palace Master believes that if this truly is connected to the Holy Infant, they are completely helpless. Qingli can only rely on her own luck."
Li Weiyi asked, "Has the Holy Infant come to Lingxiao City?"
"Impossible!"
Song Lin shook his head: "Lingxiao City is protected by numerous defenses laid down by the Mist Celestial Emperor in the past. It withstood the great calamity a thousand years ago. Entering the city is like walking into a trap. No one below the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor dares risk entering."
[T/N: Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor is a probably a Cultivation Realm after Transcendent Realm of it is used for the Martial-Mystic Cultivators in this Realm.]
"Even if Qilin Zhuang dared to show himself within the city, it would be a death sentence."
"My uncle suspects this matter is related to the Demon Race, as the women affected all drank from the Mother-Child Spring within the last two years. This timeline closely aligns with Qilin Zhuang's return."
"Zuo Ning, are you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself?"
"Rest assured, while many women have drunk from the Mother-Child Spring in the past two years, they are all young and of low cultivation."
"If someone like the Holy Infant were to personally intervene, it wouldn't be such a petty affair. There would be no need to manipulate the Mother-Child Spring. They could simply destroy the world with overwhelming power."
Li Weiyi feigned concern: "I feel like I've been caught in a grand conspiracy."
Song Lin reassured him again, "The Song Clan will guarantee your safety. If you can resolve the Ghost Infant Incident, both the Second and Third Palace Masters will likely summon you and personally protect you."
Hearing this, Li Weiyi's heart tightened: "My Psychic Power is rather unique. It seems I can burn away the Yin Ghost Power within your sister's Spiritual Qi. But it won't be a quick process. I estimate it will take several days. Until she fully recovers, I ask Brother Song to keep this confidential. If news leaks before we have a definite result, things could go awry..."
Song Lin was overjoyed, repeatedly assuring him, "I understand, I understand. We mustn't spread the word prematurely; it could easily backfire. Zuo Ning, do you plan to continue refining tonight? You look rather pale."
Li Weiyi forced a wry smile: "To be honest, I've been working non-stop on talismans during these two days of seclusion, and it's taken a heavy toll on my spirit."
"Then let's rest well tonight."
Song Lin continued, "Please don't leave the West Sea Palace for the next few days. There may be unpredictable dangers outside. Stay with Qingli here. I'll have a room prepared for you."
Li Weiyi had already promised to meet Zhuang Yue and Tai Shi Yu tonight.
He chuckled, "Brother Song, don't worry so much. What dangers could there possibly be in Lingxiao City? Besides, I've already agreed to accompany Brother Tai Shi to the Imperial Temple tomorrow. Rest assured, I'll do my utmost to help your sister."
Song Lin stopped insisting, claiming he would send someone to fetch him later.
Then, with Li Weiyi in tow, he walked toward the front courtyard where the birthday banquet was being held.
As they passed a bamboo grove, Li Weiyi sniffed the air, paused, and gazed at the lights deep within the grove.
A strange light flickered in his eyes as he asked, "Whose Mansion is this?"
His sense of smell was exceptionally keen.
He had caught a faint, familiar scent on the wind.
It was too subtle to identify.
So, he secretly tugged at the Insect Pouch hidden beneath his robes, opening a small slit for Second Phoenix to sniff and identify the scent.
Song Lin's mood had improved considerably, his tension easing.
He smiled faintly: "Song Muchen! A Seventh Heaven expert of the Song Clan's fourth generation. I must call him Fourth Uncle."
"Ah, Old Hero Song. I've long admired your name. This place is so elegant and refreshing. Would it be possible to pay him a visit?" Li Weiyi had just received Second Phoenix's mental response.
The scent in the air belonged to Long Xiangcen.
This realization made Li Weiyi suspect that Long Xiangcen's agreement to attend the birthday banquet with Tai Shi Yu might have had its own hidden motives.
Song Muchen, who appeared to be in his early sixties with streaks of white hair at his temples, was actually one hundred and fourteen years old - remarkably close to the average lifespan of a Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator, which is one hundred and twenty years.
He exuded vitality and warmth, his hospitality devoid of any hint of the melancholy associated with old age. He ushered Li Weiyi and Song Lin inside.
Li Weiyi, not finding Long Xiangcen, exchanged pleasantries and compliments before taking his leave with Song Lin.
Second Phoenix informed Li Weiyi that Long Xiangcen's scent lingered in the room, indicating she had been there.
On their way down the mountain, Li Weiyi deliberately remarked, "Old Hero Song should consider seeking opportunities in the Underground Immortal Mansion. Perhaps he could defy fate and reverse his aging process."
Song Lin shook his head gently: "Zuo Ning, reaching the Immortal Realm isn't that simple. While the Seventh Heaven of the Dao Seed Realm seems close to Immortal Realm, only those at the Ninth Heaven truly understand the threshold of the Immortal Realm."
"Speaking of the Underground Immortal Mansion, Fourth Uncle just returned from there a few days ago. He seems to have found some opportunities; he's much more cheerful than before, when he was quite rigid."
Li Weiyi nodded thoughtfully, silently noting Song Muchen's name.
As they passed through the covered pavilion, the darkness completely dissipated.
A lively and bustling atmosphere enveloped them, the lights illuminating the Palace's front courtyard as bright as day.
Maids in exquisite and elegant attire flitted between the tables.
The banquet had already begun.
Martial-Mystic Cultivators, officials, Heavenly Prides, and female guests gathered at their tables, some discussing the affairs of the world, others flirting and exchanging pleasantries.
With Song Lin as his companion, Li Weiyi was led to the most central area. They ascended the Jade Steps toward a magnificent, golden-roofed hall towering dozens of meters high, its red pillars thick and its paper windows a vibrant yellow.
Only Martial-Mystic Cultivators who had reached the Jiazi Register level or possessed extremely noble backgrounds were permitted inside.
Though the hall could accommodate hundreds of round tables, only sixteen were placed within, leaving ample space.
The hall was brightly lit with candles and lanterns, filled with the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments.
In the center, several Immortal Attendants from the Immortal Forest were gracefully dancing.
Upon entering the hall, Li Weiyi immediately began searching for Long Xiangcen, whom he soon spotted seated with Tai Shi Bai.
Tai Shi Yu, meanwhile, was seated at the main table with Song Yulou, Zuoqiu Ling, and other prominent figures.
"Zuo Ning, Song Lin, over here!"
Tai Shi Bai rose and beckoned them over.
Li Weiyi and Song Lin walked over, and sure enough, a place had been reserved for them at the table.
Before sitting down, Li Weiyi's gaze fell on Long Xiangcen.
He feigned surprise.
"Dragon Immortal Maiden (Long Xiangcen), you're here too? When did you arrive?"
Long Xiangcen stamped her foot lightly, feigning annoyance: "Zuo Ning, you're so bad! Don't call me Immortal Maiden. In front of a true Immortal, it's just a joke."
Following her gaze, Li Weiyi's eyes shifted to Jiang Ning, seated to his right.
He acted as though he had just noticed her, his expression immediately turning solemn.
Tai Shi Bai, playing the peacemaker, said, "Hurry and sit down! I specifically requested the seat next to Feather Immortal for you. Any misunderstandings can be cleared up here. And if you face any difficulties, you have Song Lin and the West Sea Palace to help, right?"
Song Lin smiled: "Besides the Demon Race, who seeks to destroy our Human Race, what grudges in this world can't be resolved?"
Li Weiyi took the seat to Jiang Ning's left.
The seat to her right, which belonged to Song Lin, remained temporarily empty.
As the main host's representative, he had to greet the various Honored Guests.
To Jiang Ning's right sat Long Xiangcen and Tai Shi Bai in that order.
To her left sat Ge Xiantong.
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END OF CHAPTER
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