# Chapter 1374: Taiji Life-Death Seal
A person who had disappeared for a year, whom everyone believed to be dead, had actually reappeared.
Anyone would be quite shocked.
Two hundred years ago, Lin Suxian was known as "the number one beauty of the Kunlun Realm." As her daughter, Qi Feiyu had completely inherited her beauty. Standing on the street, she looked like a fairy stepping out of a scroll painting.
Qi Feiyu's mental fortitude and talent were both of the highest caliber. She quickly calmed down and said, "Did you come for Junior Sister Mu? Actually, you should continue to hide your identity and let no one know you are still alive. Some things, once they have reached a conclusion, cannot be changed by anyone."
"Just like back then, with your mother and Senior Luo Xu?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Qi Feiyu let out a soft sigh. "Back then, Senior Luo Xu at least had Mother and Palace Master Ling to protect his life, so he was able to leave Wuding Mountain alive."
"But if you imitate Senior Luo Xu, no one will be able to protect your life. Qiu Yu is not Qi Xiangtian, the Fire Clan is not the Qi Clan, the current Cult Leader of the Moon-Worshipping Cult is not the Cult Leader from back then, and you are not Senior Luo Xu. The current situation is at least a hundred times more dangerous than it was two hundred years ago."
From Qi Feiyu's words, Zhang Ruochen discerned many things.
The phrase "the current Cult Leader of the Moon-Worshipping Cult is not the Cult Leader from back then" did not mean the Cult Leader had been replaced, but rather that Shi Qianjue of today and Shi Qianjue of two hundred years ago were as different as heaven and earth.
If one could say that the Moon Worship Demon Sect of two hundred years ago had not yet recovered its vitality, and Shi Qianjue of two hundred years ago did not have his current cultivation level, he would still be constrained by others and have other concerns.
But now, no one in the Demon Sect could check Shi Qianjue's power, and the Demon Sect's current influence far surpassed that of earlier times.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Since I have appeared here, there is no turning back."
"Very well! Since I cannot persuade you, follow me. I will take you into Wuding Mountain."
Qi Feiyu appeared gentle as jade, walking ahead, her body emitting a faint, subtle fragrance that even suppressed the smell of alcohol on Zhang Ruochen.
With her status, bringing someone into Wuding Mountain was naturally a simple matter, and no one dared to question it.
Moreover, with Zhang Ruochen's current appearance, unless it was a cultivator who had seen him in person, it was unlikely anyone would recognize him.
"Take me to the Saintess Palace," Zhang Ruochen said.
Qi Feiyu said, "Junior Sister Mu is no longer in the Saintess Palace. The Mu Clan has taken her back to Heavenly Wood Peak."
"I am going to the Saintess Palace first to meet your Palace Master," Zhang Ruochen said.
Qi Feiyu naturally knew that Zhang Ruochen had an extraordinary relationship with Ling Feiyu, so she said no more and directly led Zhang Ruochen up Heavenly Water Peak, heading toward a sacred hall at the summit.
When they reached outside the sacred hall, Qi Feiyu stopped, looking at the two sacred doors that had already opened, and said thoughtfully, "The Palace Master has been in seclusion and rarely opens the sacred doors voluntarily. It seems the Palace Master already knows you have arrived at Heavenly Water Peak."
Ling Feiyu sat atop a floating small island at the very top of the sacred hall. She wore a purple Thunder Mother robe, with strands of serpent-shaped electric light flowing around her, as if over a hundred purple flood dragons were circling her.
Zhang Ruochen and Qi Feiyu walked in simultaneously, standing below the floating small island.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
Qi Feiyu bowed to Ling Feiyu.
"You may leave."
Ling Feiyu still had her eyes closed as she spoke indifferently.
Qi Feiyu bowed again before withdrawing. At the same time, the two sacred doors of the hall closed heavily.
The sacred hall became somewhat dim, with only the purple electric light still flickering.
"I thought you would spend your entire life in Yunwu Commandery," Ling Feiyu said.
Zhang Ruochen found a jade chair and sat down directly, a wine flask resting in his palm. "So, you went to Yunwu Commandery?"
"I did," Ling Feiyu said.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Coming quietly and leaving quietly—that doesn't seem like Palace Master Ling's style."
Ling Feiyu continued, "Did you come to Wuding Mountain to see me, or to take Mu Lingxi away?"
"Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is. If it is the former, I can protect your life today. If it is the latter, no one in the world can protect your life. With the Cult Leader's current cultivation, the moment you stepped into Wuding Mountain, he already sensed you."
Ling Feiyu asked, "Surprised?"
"Not surprised."
Zhang Ruochen said calmly, "Before I even entered Wuding Mountain, I had already noticed that the heaven and earth spiritual energy of Wuding Mountain was beginning to transform into heaven and earth sacred energy, surging up to the clouds above and connecting to the abyss below. Without a doubt, Shi Qianjue has reached the Great Saint realm and can be titled the new generation Demon Emperor. One person becomes an emperor; even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. The current Moon Worship Demon Sect is nearly restored to its peak period."
One must understand that a Great Saint was an existence that laughed proudly across the nine heavens, capable of determining the life and death of billions of living beings with a single word.
The birth of every Great Saint was a major event that influenced an era.
Eight hundred years ago, although the human race had Nine Emperors and Three Empresses, that was the result of thousands of years of accumulation. Among them, the oldest, Emperor Dao and Emperor Wen, were nearly four thousand years old eight hundred years ago.
If not for the changes in heaven and earth rules, even prodigies like Shi Qianjue and Kong Lanyou would have had to delay reaching the Great Saint realm by a hundred years, or even several hundred years.
Shi Qianjue's breakthrough to the Great Saint realm carried extraordinary significance.
"Knowing it is a death trap, you still charged in without hesitation. Do you really value your life so little?" Ling Feiyu opened her eyes, a hint of tenderness and confusion in her gaze.
"In this world, you must be one of the people who understands me best. You should know very well that once I make a decision, I will see it through to the end," Zhang Ruochen said.
Ling Feiyu was silent for a moment, then said, "Then why did you come to find me? You should also understand that this matter is beyond my ability. I cannot help you."
"I came to retrieve a person's corpse."
"Whose corpse?"
"A Le's," Zhang Ruochen said.
Ling Feiyu stared deeply at Zhang Ruochen, then stood up. Her body emitted crackling sounds, and a vast, boundless power surged from her.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen's gaze remained calm, without the slightest change.
"Still as a pine, seated like a bell, unmoving as a mountain. It seems that in this past year, your heart has undergone a transformation, surpassing what others could achieve in a thousand years of cultivation. Since you are so confident, follow me."
Ling Feiyu transformed into a bolt of lightning, flying out of the sacred hall. The next moment, she landed outside Mu Lingxi's former cultivation cave, standing beside a spiritual lake.
"Swoosh—"
Almost simultaneously, ripples appeared in the space beside Ling Feiyu, and Zhang Ruochen stepped out from the center of those ripples.
Zhang Ruochen looked down at the lake water beneath his feet. The water appeared blood-red and was actually boiling, bubbling up.
"The corpse sank to the bottom of the lake," Ling Feiyu said.
Zhang Ruochen said, "No one collected his body?"
"The flames of the Parasol Divine Tree still burn in the lake. Cultivators below the Saint realm would be reduced to ashes if they touch the water. As for cultivators above the Saint realm, who would bother to collect the corpse of a stranger who offended Qiu Yu?" Ling Feiyu said calmly, hands clasped behind her back.
"Plop."
Zhang Ruochen jumped into the spiritual lake and disappeared beneath the surface.
A moment later, he emerged holding a corpse, flying to the shore.
Ling Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strange expression. "I heard his skull was shattered and melted by the Parasol Divine Tree's flames. How did it grow back?"
Zhang Ruochen's palm was pressed against A Le's back. He could feel a white life force and a black death force within him, transforming into each other, forming a mysterious Taiji mark.
However, the life-death energy was extremely faint. Only those with exceptionally powerful spiritual power could vaguely sense it. Otherwise, they would only think he was a corpse full of deathly stillness.
"Have you heard of the Nine Revolutions Life-Death Art?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Ling Feiyu said, "He was actually cultivating such a miraculous technique."
"I passed it on to him back then."
Zhang Ruochen continued, "When he reached the fifth revolution, he had already cultivated life-death energy within his body. As long as the life-death energy does not disperse and his spiritual will does not extinguish, he cannot die. And now, a Taiji Life-Death Seal has appeared within him. The life-death energy is endlessly cycling. He should be close to reaching the seventh revolution."
"What do you mean by 'close to reaching the seventh revolution'?"
Zhang Ruochen's expression became somewhat complicated. "If he awakens, it is the seventh revolution. If he does not awaken, he is dead."
Zhang Ruochen did not put A Le's corpse into the Qiankun Realm, worried that opening the Qiankun Realm might be detected by that Cult Leader.
So, he carried A Le's corpse and left Sacred Water Peak, heading straight for Sacred Wood Peak.
The Moon Worship Demon Sect was the foremost of the seven great ancient sects, with vast power spread throughout the world. Within the sect were twelve medieval aristocratic clans, hundreds of saintly clans, half-saint families, and countless smaller families.
The Mu Clan was one of those twelve medieval aristocratic clans. Sacred Wood Peak was the cultivation ground for the Mu Clan's core members, and its spiritual energy density rivaled the dojos of the nine great palaces.
Zhang Ruochen stood at the foot of Sacred Wood Peak, looking up at the magnificent buildings above, and called out, "Senior Sister Duanmu, Zhang Ruochen has come to fulfill the promise from back then. Would you be willing to show yourself?"
Waves of sound surged outward, spreading across the entire Sacred Wood Peak, shaking the entire Mu Clan. Almost all Saint realm experts were awakened at the same time.
Demon Sect cultivators near Sacred Wood Peak were also startled.
"Who? Zhang Ruochen? Which Zhang Ruochen?"
"Who is Senior Sister Duanmu?"
...
Many cultivators rushed toward Sacred Wood Peak, sensing that something major was about to happen.
"Zhang Ruochen... he actually came."
Inside a hall forged from dark iron on Sacred Wood Peak, Mu Lingxi also heard Zhang Ruochen's voice. Her eyes showed excitement and joy, and she immediately rushed toward the door.
But before she could charge out, Yun Zheng blocked her way.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Yun Zheng's face was cold and gloomy as he glared at Mu Lingxi.
Mu Lingxi's lively eyes were full of longing and emotion. "Zhang Ruochen is here! I knew he would come. He always keeps his word; he has never lied to me. Father, let me out to see him..."
"You still want to see him? You are now the fiancée of Young Master Qiu Yu. You had better restrain yourself. As for Zhang Ruochen, hmph, he is here to die. The Vice Cult Leader and the Clan Leader have already gone to meet him. Soon, you will see his head."
Seeing his daughter so unworthy, Yun Zheng struck out with his palm. With a sharp crack, he knocked Mu Lingxi to the ground.
If she continued to have lingering feelings for Zhang Ruochen and angered Young Master Qiu Yu, what then?
Yun Zheng dared not imagine the terrible consequences. He closed the heavy dark iron door, activated the sealing formation, and then immediately rushed down Sacred Wood Peak. No matter what, he had to kill Zhang Ruochen. He could not let him destroy his and the Mu Clan's glorious future.
"Father... let me out... you can't treat Zhang Ruochen like this... how can you be like this..."
From within the dark iron hall, Mu Lingxi's helpless and sorrowful voice emerged, a stark contrast to her former playfulness and optimism. But no matter how she cried and begged, she received no response.
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