The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 842 - 390: Green Emperor

The blazing sun deep in the desert is like molten gold and mercury, casting the endless sand dunes into flowing metal waves.

Xu Qing stands atop a crescent-shaped dune, his Daoist robe's hem rips and flutters in the wild wind, resembling a tattered yet dignified battle flag.

The embroidered Tai Chi Diagram lining shines faintly in the sunlight, and the threads of the Innate Eight Diagrams roll with the robe, as if deducing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

He gently twirls a fragment of a bronze ghost face with his fingertips, the rust as dark red as congealed blood, seeping out tiny beads of water in the heat and at the moment they hit the ground, transforming into wisps of black smoke that outline countless twisted ghost faces in the air, like souls sealed for millennia struggling and wailing.

"Kan Palace Earth Shift, Fire of Li Trigram Reverses Water..." Xu Qing whispers softly, the trigram in his palm is etched with fine cracks by the sand particles.

Since he entered the Western Regions, he has laid the Taiyin Refining Array at thirty-six water system hubs like the Peacock River and the Talimu River. Every time he drives the spiritual power to manifest the laurel branches into the earth vein, his Sea of Consciousness ripples with blood color, as if the entire underground of the Western Regions flows with a cursed bloodline, the pungent scent of which can even penetrate spiritual sense, making one's blood run cold.

At noon, the mirage condenses into a lake illusion in the distance.

Xu Qing's pupils shrink suddenly—the center of the lake reveals not ripples of water, but half of a bronze Buddhist temple, with ninety-nine human skull wind chimes hanging between the flying eaves and brackets. Those skulls emit a bluish-grey ghost light, with dark red gemstones embedded in the eye sockets, silently accusing the injustices of the world.

His toes lightly tap the sand, performing the Shrinking Earth Technique, the wind and sand trail behind him with a thirty-foot blue-white gas wave, like a lightning bolt splitting the sand sea. However, as he touches the temple, all illusions shatter like reflections in a mirror, revealing densely packed Brahma curses on the black rock: "Those who glimpse the truth shall eternally fall into the Avici Hell."

Those Brahma scripts seep dark red juice under the sunlight, like fresh blood, chilling to the bone.

After passing Gaochang Ruins for the seventh time, Xu Qing finally targets a mysterious caravan. The leading camel's bells ring every seven times, secretly aligning with the Beidou constellation; the cargo boxes stacked into a pyramid shape expose half a thangka in the top-level wooden box crevice, depicting Genghis Khan and the Living Buddha facing each other holding the Surut, their gazes revealing a hint of eerie tacit understanding.

Xu Qing feigns ignorance, allowing the caravan to follow him to Jiaohe Inn, and when the moonlight climbs the window lattice, the assassination he had anticipated finally arrives.

Three wolf poison arrows break through the air, their arrowheads dipped in blue poison liquid glowing faintly under the candlelight, a pungent bloody scent fills the air. Xu Qing flicks his fingertips, a laurel branch bolts out the window like a living creature, the dew condensed at the tip drips onto the arrow cluster, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound.

The three assassins remain shocked, already being wrapped into cocoons by the branches, pinned to the poplar trees. The golden wolf talismans around their waists engraved with the Golden Eagle Emblem of the Chagatai Khanate, the talismans covered in tooth marks, obviously ground from human finger bones.

Seeing this brutal mark stirred anger in Xu Qing's heart.

"The usual tactic of the nocturnal hunter." Yue Nu, who joins Xu Qing in the Western Regions, kicks the talisman plate; her pretty face flickers in the firelight. A trace of disdain flashes in her eyes as she continues:

"Three months ago, Hulagu Khan of the Ilkhanate used a thousand war captives for blood sacrifice, only to glimpse your fate plate in the Astrology Instrument.

They fear you to madness, even spreading rumors that you are the reincarnation of Tuo Lei."

When Xu Qing receives the Dragon Vein Map, his fingertips touch the bloodstains at the corner of the scroll. Even though the bloodstains have dried, one can still sense the struggle and despair before death.

Yue Nu whispers: "This is the blood of the prince of Khotan, he was skinned by the Chagatai people and hung on the city wall, using blood to write down the Mongol army's troop points before his death. Does the master know why they fear you so much? Because what you did in the Capital has already made the Living Buddhas of the Four Khanates Golden Tents sleepless at night—" She paused, a trace of concern flashing in her eyes, "privately, they say you are the incarnation of the Green Emperor, destined to cut off the mandate of Tibetan Secret Buddhism."

Xu Qing remains silent for a moment, looking out at the sand sea beyond the window, and says softly: "Since they say so, we should indeed do so."

Yue Nu was shaken and then bowed: "Willing to go through fire and water for the master."

These words are wholeheartedly meant. In her opinion, the master is the true powerhouse, unafraid even when standing against the whole world.

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Inside the Samarkand Golden Tent, Ögedei Khan is divining with sheep bones.

The ashes from secret messages in the fire pit suddenly gather into a sword shape, causing him to break bone sticks in astonishment, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Yet, the elderly white-robed man in the tent is staring at the emerald snake on the sand dish, the snake's body is seeping gold powder, sketching the outline of Tianshan Altar on the sand surface. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Longchun True Master Qiu Chuji once left a fragment of the Green Sky Song in the Kuixi Cave when he visited Genghis Khan in the west." The elder fiddled with the prayer beads, each bead engraved with a waist-chopped Han Chinese face, looking particularly eerie. "It contains a line: 'The Green Emperor comes to the East to the Sun View, releasing glittering light to penetrate Bixiao.' Now that Bixiao is broken, it is an omen of the emergence of the Holy Artifact."

"But the Surut is in Genghis Khan's tomb, unless..." Ögedei Khan suddenly clenched his waist jade pendant, which is the finest amulet crafted from Kunshan Jade, "you mean, we need Pure Yang Blood to open the altar?"

The elder nodded, the snake in his sleeve suddenly bit its own tail, forming a bloody loop: "Xu Qing is a Daoist Immortal, his blood is purely Yang and intensely firm, and precisely the key to unlocking Tianshan Dragon Vein. If the Great Khan can take his blood for flag sacrifice, it will not only awaken the Surut but also let the Golden Family regain its glory through the power of Dragon Vein."