Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1443: Guyue Ghost Boat

The fight is already over? A battle between two eight-transformation Ancient Immortals can end this quickly?

Had their Senior Sister really crushed another eighth-transformation Ancient Immortal in such an overwhelming fashion?

Xie Aman casually tossed the corpse down at the feet of Fang Chen and Little Immortal Honglian. ”It’s been a long time since I fought so seriously. I’m a bit tired.”

The eighth-transformation Ancient Immortal was truly, utterly dead. With his disguise gone, his appearance became clear for them to see. He was a short, elderly man.

”Senior Sister... was he really an eighth transformation Ancient Immortal?” Little Immortal Honglian asked with a strange look on her face.

”Yes,” Senior Sister replied with a nod. ”He was a genuine eighth-transformation Ancient Immortal, but his lifespan was nearly exhausted. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to act so rashly.”

She glanced at the man’s corpse. ”This Ancient Immortal’s Golden Body means a spot on the Immortal Register, and it even comes with a spiritual treasure. So the spoils this time aren’t bad at all.”

She waved her hand, and a faint golden glow fell into her palm. It was a cluster of light, radiating a sense of vitality and divine essence. Then, another object flew out from the corpse.

”Don’t kill me!” begged a voice.

It was an Immortal Boat, and it was brimming with spirituality. Clearly, it was a spiritual treasure, and not merely an ordinary Immortal Boat.

The Immortal Boat was freaking out like a terrified child.

”Guyue Ghost Ship,” Senior Sister sneered. ”Ranked 273rd on the Spiritual Treasure Ranking. So I finally see you with my own eyes.”

Spiritual Treasure Ranking?

Fang Chen’s eyes moved slightly. He had read that list many times before, but this was the first time he had ever seen one of its ranked treasures in person.

Even artifacts like Little Sword and Mirror of the Universe weren’t on that list. The Spiritual Treasure Ranking recorded three hundred treasures, each one at the pinnacle of the Nine Mortal Realms.

For the Guyue Ghost Ship to be ranked 273rd was already impressive.

”This route must be a ghost path,” Senior Sister said. ”They say the Guyue Ghost Ship can travel the ghost path through Qingming, moving along ghostly currents. It’s quite unique. And now it seems there’s truth to it. Even with several elders watching the Black Dragon immortal boat, you managed to pull it quietly into this realm.”

She smirked coldly. ”If you want to survive, that’s easy. Tell me who your previous master was. If what you say is true, you’ll belong to the Enlightenment God Palace from now on. If you lie, I won’t hesitate to erase one more treasure from existence. After all, there are always others eager to take a vacant spot on the list.”

Fang Chen and Little Immortal Honglian exchanged a glance.

She’s threatening a spiritual treasure?

”I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” The Guyue Ghost Ship immediately babbled. ”My previous master was from the Lesser Immortal Realm, an eighth-transformation Ancient Immortal, Ancestor Meng Tianshu of the Meng Clan.”

”The Meng Clan of the Lesser Immortal Realm? I thought that one was already dead.” Xie Aman gave a cold chuckle. ”I didn’t expect he’d still be alive. Hmph, True Immortals really do have slightly longer lifespans than the rest of us.”

Seeing the confusion in Fang Chen’s and Little Immortal Honglian’s eyes, she added with a faint smile, ”If Meng Tianshu’s identity is correct, he’s lived for at least 18,000 years. I’d already heard of him back when I first entered the cultivation world.”

”18,000 years...”

Fang Chen couldn’t help but sigh. Even counting the time he’d spent within the Realm of Three Thousand Dao, he had cultivated for only a little over a thousand years. Even so, he could already feel how his temperament had grown steadier with age. If not for the tempering influence of the Mortal World Immortal Intent, he would probably have become indifferent long ago.

18,000 years was truly an unfathomable span of time.

”Now speak,” Xie Aman said, looking at the Guyue Ghost Ship. ”Why did the Lesser Immortal Realm target me and plot for so many years?”

”It was Shao Guangyin, the Holy One of the Rulai Monastery!” the boat squeaked. ”He’s the one who asked my master to act. The others came at his request too. As for their purpose, my master didn’t know.”

”Shao Guangyin of Rulai Monastery? Heh...”

A faint, dangerous smile curved at Xie Aman’s lips, a glint of cold fury flickering in her eyes.

Little Immortal Honglian asked quietly, ”Senior Sister, does the Rulai Monastery intend to go to war with our Enlightenment God Palace?”

”Unlikely,” Senior Sister replied. ”Each core disciple is far too valuable. No one would start a war so lightly. This is between Shao Guangyin and me. It’s a private matter. Now that I know he’s behind it, things will be much simpler.”

She looked at the Guyue Ghost Ship. ”It wasn’t Shao Guangyin who attacked me; it was Chen Fuhai. Understand?”

”I, I understand!” the Guyue Ghost Ship cried out at once. ”It was Chen Fuhai who attacked you!”

Little Immortal Honglian was taken aback. ”Chen Fuhai? Second Senior Brother?”

”Don’t be fooled by his calm demeanor,” Senior Sister said lightly. ”He’s coveted my position for years. I believe he’s involved in this. And even if he’s not, if I say he is, then he is.”

Fang Chen couldn’t help but admire her ruthlessness. So she was using this opportunity to suppress the palace’s core disciples, and even frame the Second Senior Brother.

”But without solid proof...” Little Immortal Honglian hesitated.

”We don’t need proof,” Senior Sister said with a smile. ”The Guyue Ghost Ship’s testimony alone is enough to send Chen Fuhai to serve in the Enlightenment Underworld Realm for a century or two. For one so desperate to reach the eighth transformation, that’s as good as solitary confinement.”

After a pause, she continued, ”This matter ends here. I’ll handle the rest myself. It has nothing more to do with you two.”

She cast a sharp glance at the Guyue Ghost Ship. ”Well? Aren’t you going to get us off this ghost path?”

”Yes, yes, right away...”

A misty white fog began to pour from the ship’s hull, similar to the mists of the Underworld. In an instant, the Black Dragon Immortal Boat reappeared along its original route. Almost at once, several figures descended onto it. At their head was Elder Chen.

”The Guyue Ghost Ship? So that’s why the Black Dragon Immortal Boat vanished. But to use such a ship before my very eyes... the one pulling the strings must not be ordinary.”

He glanced briefly at the Guyue Ghost Ship, then his eyes fell on Meng Tianshu’s corpse.

”Meng Tianshu of the Lesser Immortal Realm... I didn’t expect it to be him.” Elder Jiang stepped forward to take a closer look, smiling faintly. ”It seems the Lesser Immortal Realm has been quiet for too long. Perhaps they’ve forgotten what it feels like to face an Immortal Boat Formation.”

”Tell us, who was behind this?” Senior Sister looked toward the Guyue Ghost Ship.

”It was Chen Fuhai!” the boat shrieked immediately.

”Chen Fuhai?”

The elders exchanged glances, and their expressions suggested they already understood.

”The Elders’ Council will investigate this thoroughly,” Elder Chen said. ”Until the results are clear, the Second Brother will be assigned to serve in the Enlightenment Underworld Realm and won’t be active in the Fangcun Realm.”

”That’s good,” Senior Sister said with a smile. ”We mustn’t let any suspicious person go unpunished.”

”This item is rather special,” Elder Chen said, glancing at the Guyue Ghost Ship. ”It should be handed to the Elders’ Council for processing. You’ll receive the appropriate merit for it.”

”Take it,” Senior Sister said casually. ”An Immortal Boat that can’t form a formation is useless to me, even if it has intelligence.”

She added with a smile, ”By the way, Junior Brother Fang helped me a great deal this time. He deserves some merit. How about this, I’ll grant him 3,000 points myself, and the Enlightenment God Palace can add another 2,000.”

5,000 merit points—just enough to qualify for the Core Disciple Assessment.

She was truly intending to support a junior.

The elders, all shrewd individuals, understood immediately and nodded in agreement after only a moment’s thought.

To outsiders, this was an unimaginably rare opportunity, but with just a few words, Xie Aman had secured it for Fang Chen as easily as breathing.