Twilight Boundary-Chapter 668 - 659: Fiercely Fueling Purple Tai Sui

Something was off; something important seemed to have been overlooked.

Brother Er Guotou indeed had the surname Hu, but how could this be so easily discerned? Hu Ma suddenly felt a pang of suspicion. He recalled the strange look in the eyes of the people from the Divine Hand Zhao and Black Magic Chen families when they first entered the Living Village. Their complex attitude towards him and Brother Er Guotou's Purple Qi sprang to mind. Then he thought about the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate he held, about his walking ghost abilities. Everything piled up, making him feel a strange and complex sensation. This feeling was so outrageous, almost contrary to common logic, that he hadn't considered it before. It wasn't until Eldest Master Meng's angry outburst that it all clicked, and he suddenly realized a possibility.

"Holy shit..." Hu Ma was momentarily incredulous. How could such an outrageous thing come so fittingly to mind? I already had some crazy ideas, I just wasn't sure if they were appropriate. But now, I can't suppress this excitement!

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"Hahahaha..."

Brother Er Guotou had fallen into the City of the Dead. Here, there was no ground, only a "bottom." Purple Tai Sui steamed everywhere, dazzling his eyes with a purple hue. He was overjoyed, ignoring everything else. He swiftly directed the Purple Gourd that Miss Red Wine had entrusted to him toward the ground. The rolling Purple Qi surged into the gourd like a great whale sucking water. As for what the Meng family Lord was shouting from above, he didn't care at the moment. Firstly, the distance was great, and secondly, the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate protected him anyway. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

What else in this world could be more important than this? Not even Brother Old White's life… Of course, that might be an exaggeration. Brother Old White is still important, but he has hands and feet and can take care of himself, right? The thoughts I had when I first entered the City of the Dead have long been cast aside. Right now, this Purple Tai Sui is the most important thing. This is something that can help a Reincarnator achieve Shangqiao!

Thinking with wild delight about this, and watching the rolling Purple Qi being absorbed into the red gourd, he felt completely satisfied, a sense of happiness welling up within him. "Making this windfall not only blesses my Reincarnator brothers, but more importantly," he mused, "giving them these things means they won't need to have the audacity to come bother me for Hu Family things again in the future!"

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Meanwhile, in Mingzhou, Miss Red Wine was slowly pinching the bridge of her nose, lamenting that while the Reincarnators had courage, too few had achieved Shangqiao, and their skills were limited. This uproar naturally had a significant impact on the Meng family, but it merely diverted their attention, allowing Brother Old White and his group to complete their tasks swiftly. It was unlikely to truly harm the Meng family's foundations. Unfortunately, there was no way around this.

Perhaps Purple Tai Sui is the key to Reincarnators achieving Shangqiao, but how could it be so easily acquired?

As she sighed, a sudden THUD beside her made her jump. She turned to see the green gourd she had placed on the nearby wooden desk. The gourd had been sitting there just fine, but inexplicably, it had become so heavy it crushed the desk. More importantly, when it fell to the ground, it dented the floor, and the dent was visibly deepening.

How did the gourd suddenly become so heavy? she wondered, shocked. Then she noticed wisps of Purple Qi steaming from the unsealed gourd.

"Purple... Purple Tai Sui?"

She was stunned. Standing up, her expression shifted from disbelief to horrified excitement. "Could it be? That guy was really so generous, willing to give away such an important thing?"

Even someone like her, so experienced and thorough, was shaken by this inexplicable appearance. Naturally, Burning Blade was even more dumbfounded, staring agape in disbelief. The two exchanged glances. After a long moment, Miss Red Wine suddenly jumped up. Having navigated the jianghu for twenty years, she rarely felt this nervous. "Quick!" she shouted anxiously. "Send word to those guys! Tell them to give it their all! This time, the reward we can offer is Purple Tai Sui… No!"

She abruptly stopped, then slowly, softly said, "It's the opportunity to achieve Shangqiao!"

Burning Blade rushed off, a confused look on his face. Miss Red Wine sank back down, dazed. An uncontrollable surge of emotions washed over her. She quickly and frantically pulled out red threads and began to weave something, growing increasingly anxious.

When Burning Blade delivered the message, the news stirred unimaginable waves within the Reincarnator community.

"Holy shit, working for our own kind and getting rewarded?"

"Wait a minute… didn't they say only the Ten Surnames could get their hands on Purple Tai Sui? Who managed this?"

"Rumor has it that Brother Er Guotou borrowed Miss Red Wine's yin and yang gourd and brought it out from the underworld…"

"...Well, that makes sense!"

"Makes sense, my ass!" someone else retorted.

Amidst the stun, another suddenly shouted, "That's Purple Tai Sui! With this, we don't need to hide anymore!"

"What we've done can't possibly be worth something so precious!"

"Does this mean we really have to kidnap Eldest Granny Meng?"

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Neither Hu Ma nor Er Guotou realized that the emergence of Purple Tai Sui had suddenly given the already agitated Reincarnators above a powerful boost. After all, logically, both believed that while Reincarnators might be brave, too few had achieved Shangqiao. Theoretically, even if they stirred up trouble, it wouldn't be enough to shake the formidable foundations of the Ten Surnames. But at that moment, they too were trapped in a mental blind spot: sometimes, skill and the ability to cause trouble were not directly proportional.

"He's taking the Purple Tai Sui?"

When Eldest Master Meng realized this critical issue, he became angrier than ever. He caught sight of Brother Er Guotou using the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate for protection as he headed to the bottom of the City of the Dead to retrieve the Purple Tai Sui. Alongside his anger, a tinge of humiliation crept in. "So, this is how little he regards me? Still coveting that thing at a time like this? The Hu Family doesn't even lack this!"

He now found himself in an unprecedented state of chaos, facing a critical decision. Report-delivering little ghosts descended from above, indicating the mess topside had grown beyond what his wife and descendants could control. He faced the choice: go up and restore order, or stay and capture that evil spirit. Numerous reporting little ghosts anxiously awaited his decision, yet he knew he had no real choice.

He couldn't leave!

The trouble above was too great. He couldn't leave, especially since the Old Ancestor was still here. As a Negative Spirit, he had to maintain a Negative Spirit's demeanor. Even as Eldest Master of Tongyin Meng, one of the Ten Surnames, he was still a Negative Spirit. The Old Ancestor was here, still engaged. He lacked the ability to send the Old Ancestor away, nor did he have the courage. Even inviting the Old Ancestor and then attempting to capture that Hu Family whelp was already a breach of protocol. As a Negative Spirit, his entire cultivation was dedicated to the Old Ancestor. If he got distracted, damaged his cultivation, and became unable to bear the Old Ancestor, it would spell his doom!

"At all costs, capture that evil spirit below for me!" he roared. "If he escapes, you'll bring me your heads!"

In his anger, he waved his large sleeves, sweeping aside the little ghosts who had crawled down the ropes. Even the ropes themselves recoiled rapidly in response to his fury.

At the well's edge of the Meng Family Ancestral Mansion, hemp ropes snapped back up, knocking over a circle of house servants. Seeing the tangled mess of ropes, the servant who had been prepared to descend didn't dare move.

"The Old Master... The Old Master is furious! He forbids anyone from above to disturb him..."

"Brother Meng, what are you thinking?"

At this moment, others might not have noticed anything amiss. However, Third Master Zhang, who had just been whipped by those descending from above, couldn't hold back. He could hardly comprehend why Eldest Master Meng had suddenly shifted his focus to the City of the Dead.

"Shouldn't you... shouldn't you be attending to the Divine Descent Platform first? Quickly ask your Old Ancestor to retract their Mana!"

If I had that capability, would I need you to tell me? Eldest Master Meng thought, growing more annoyed. His thoughts were far more complex than Third Master Zhang imagined. This disaster was brought by your Zhang family, so why is my Meng family bearing the consequences? Moreover, looking at it now, this whole thing is probably a trap dug by the Hu Family. What could be more important than catching him?

As a yin soul, he could have easily conveyed his thoughts to Third Master Zhang without a word, simply by looking at him. But he wouldn't. Doubts were festering within him; he even began to suspect that the Zhang and Hu families were colluding to trap his Tongyin Meng family.

Seeing Eldest Master Meng ignore him, Third Master Zhang's suspicions deepened. The Tongyin Meng family, with their subservient origins, are truly unfit for major tasks! This Old Master Meng is useless. Two mere evil spirits, and he can't handle them? Who would believe that? Could it be... could it be that the Meng family is intentionally letting this happen, intending to harm my Zhang family?

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At the bottom of the City of the Dead, Er Guotou saw the Meng family's ghost soldiers and Ghost Generals approaching him swiftly. Panic filled his heart.

"Hey, doesn't the Meng family have any sense of the bigger picture?" he yelled. "Go deal with that old schemer Hu Ma first! I'm just down here to grab a few things. Why are you all coming at me? Do you really think I'm that easy to bully?"

But seeing the ghost soldiers and Ghost Generals surging down from above, he felt uneasy, even with the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate protecting him.

Gritting his teeth, he began to tread the Gang Step, his hand tracing invisible characters in the air. Facing the seemingly endless tide of ghost soldiers and Ghost Generals, he suddenly paced out a circle. Then, with a fierce stomp of his foot, countless banners shot up into the sky from the surrounding gloom.

Er Guotou stood amidst the swirling banners like a commanding general, raising a finger to point.