Chapter 435: Chapter 432: The Price of Targeting Mo Qi (9)
"See? Now do you understand what it means to be a thief crying ’stop thief’?"
"You’re clearly the schemers here, messing around recklessly in the Spirit Pool. Then, when you’re the ones who suffer, you push all the blame onto others—no, wait, onto other *pigs*. Could you be any more shameless?"
The Pig Emperor planted his hooves on his hips, his expression indignant.
"Everyone, come and be the judge! The people from your Xiao and Huangfu Families were openly causing trouble. Everyone saw it with their own eyes!"
"And now you’re blaming me, the Song God, for my singing affecting the Spirit Pool cleansing? What kind of twisted logic is that? I’ve never heard of singing that could travel through an Array and across space to make people convulse and Magical Artifacts explode. If you’re going to pick a fight, can’t you at least come up with a decent reason?"
Although the Immortals knew the Pig Emperor was spouting nonsense, they couldn’t find the words to refute him.
How could they refute him?
If word of this got back to the Immortal Realm, no one there would probably believe it either.
"I have recorded everything that just happened. If you doubt my testimony, I can send this to the Immortal Realm at any moment and let the Holy Ancestors pass judgment."
Granny Jin Hua held an Imaging Crystal in her hand. It contained the scene of Xiao Jie holding a Zen Stick to prevent Liu Ruyan from her Cultivation, as well as the image of Feng Liang being chased all over the Spirit Pool by another person.
The Immortals: "..."
’That’s it?’
’Where’s the scene of the Pig Emperor singing?’
’What about the part where Xiao Jie died and Huangfu Yu was gravely injured?’
’Why is none of it there?’
’This is way too biased!’
If this footage were sent to the Immortal Realm, it would only make things even harder to explain.
"Let me stress this again: you are not to touch Mo Qi. Stop resorting to these underhanded methods and follow the rules. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless!"
Granny Jin Hua glanced at the Bald Immortal. "This was the first time, so I’ll let you off the hook. If there is a next time, I will cut you down without mercy!"
After speaking, her gaze swept across the other Immortals one by one.
Wherever her gaze landed, the Immortals averted their eyes, not daring to meet her stare.
They knew Granny Jin Hua wasn’t joking.
Immortals were also divided by rank, and the gap between each rank was immense.
Before a veteran Immortal like Granny Jin Hua, someone like the Bald Immortal probably couldn’t even withstand a single blow if they actually fought.
So, although the Hall of Envoys had the advantage in numbers and wouldn’t fear Granny Jin Hua in terms of combined strength, if she was dead set on killing one or two of them, no one could stop her.
For a moment, the Bald Immortal, Huangfu Zhong, and all the other Immortals fell silent.
With Granny Jin Hua present, they felt hopeless.
They couldn’t fight her, they couldn’t drive her away, and most importantly, she had connections in high places and could speak directly with the upper echelons of the Five Great Holy Lands!
How infuriating was that!
"See? If you don’t have any evidence, you shouldn’t make baseless accusations. It just makes things awkward for everyone, doesn’t it?" the Pig Emperor said with a strange grin, the very picture of a pig throwing its weight around thanks to its connections.
The Immortals looked away, pretending not to hear.
"Hey! You, the bald one! I, the Song God, observe that your forehead is full, the spot between your brows is bright, and your face is radiant. A joyous occasion will soon befall you!" the Pig Emperor said, sizing up the Bald Immortal from the Xiao Family.
The Bald Immortal: "..."
’I’m bald!’
’Are you sure the spot between my brows is bright, and not just the top of my head reflecting light?’
’And... what bullshit radiant face? I’m red because you’ve pissed me off!’
The Pig Emperor didn’t stop. It paused for a moment, then added, "Your appearance has suddenly given me, the Song God, a flash of inspiration. How about I compose a realistic folk song just for you?"
The Bald Immortal: "???"
’Isn’t your inspiration a little too random?’
’Also, what the hell is a realistic folk song?’
’What the hell does it have to do with my appearance?’
He didn’t process it right away. By the time he snapped back to his senses, the Pig Emperor had already begun his performance.
"Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh~ Big bald head, big bald head, your shiny pate has so many rolls! Layer after layer after layer, is it a shine or is it grease~~ is it a shine or is it grease~~"
"..."
The entire area fell dead silent. Everyone’s jaw was hanging open, their expressions stupefied.
Even the two grannies, the Silver-haired Granny and Granny Jin Hua, lost their composure for the first time.
CLANG!
The Silver-haired Granny’s Dragon Head Walking Stick fell to the ground. This was the first time in several thousand years that the Dragon Head Walking Stick had left her grasp.
Granny Jin Hua swallowed, but a thread of drool still escaped the corner of her mouth.
At the same time, inside the Spirit Pool, everyone had just about recovered. They were preparing to seize the moment to cultivate when a "Demon Sound" even more terrifying than the first wave entered their ears.
As a group, everyone’s eyes rolled back in their heads as they collapsed into the Spirit Pool, foaming at the mouth.
The last line of the Pig Emperor’s song echoed endlessly in their minds: "Is it a shine or is it grease."
Is it a shine or is it grease! Is it a shine or is it grease!
’Shine or grease my ass!’
Everyone wanted to drive this demonic sound out of their bodies, but they found that no matter what methods they used or what Secret Techniques they activated, it was all useless.
The Pig Emperor’s voice seemed to be rooted in their minds, stuck on an infinite loop.
"AHHH! I can’t take it anymore!"
"Forget cultivating in this Spirit Pool! Can I just not do it?!"
"Let me out! I’m begging you."
"Master, save me!"
They were crying and screaming internally, but alas, no one could hear them.
Even if they were heard, their masters and elders couldn’t help them.
Liu Ruyan and Feng Liang looked at each other. They had heard the Pig Emperor’s "new song" as well, but the difference was that they didn’t have to endure its demonic nature.
But the lyrics of the Pig Emperor’s song were just so... bizarre beyond description. They felt utterly unfazed; in fact, they even wanted to laugh.
Outside the Spirit Pool, the Immortals all had strange expressions.
The Pig Emperor’s song wasn’t intentionally targeting them either, so while they felt nauseous, it wasn’t enough to cause an extreme reaction.
’A realistic folk song...’
’We don’t care if it’s a folk song or not, but it’s definitely "realistic."’
The Bald Immortal was trembling with rage. His Immortal Power flared, his negative emotions exploded, and a formidable aura shot into the sky.
"Look at the Spirit Pool! Look at your own juniors! Are you all just going to stand by and do nothing?" the Bald Immortal said, his face dark, enunciating every word.
The powerful experts frowned. They could, of course, see what was happening in the Spirit Pool.
But with Granny Jin Hua watching them, what could they do?
Although they were furious, they could only suppress it.
In that moment, more and more Immortals were overcome with negative emotions.
Under the influence of their Immortal Power, these negative emotions materialized as a visible haze that floated in the air, blocking out the sun.
In the dim light, the Bald Immortal’s head was no longer sparklingly bright. Coupled with his dark expression, he appeared quite gloomy.
"Huh? Big bald head, why has the spot between your brows suddenly turned dark? Your radiant face is gone, too! Let this Emperor do a quick reading... You’re about to suffer a bloody calamity!"
