99: Chapter 99 You Have No Right to Refuse Me

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Having confirmed everything, Wu Li spread his wings and flew toward the Mass Grave.

Before long, the outline of the Mass Grave appeared in his field of vision. Gray-black Death Qi surged slowly under the moonlight, with scattered grave mounds and crooked tombstones.

Wu Li landed on a stone pillar at the edge and released his aura. A moment later, a red figure drifted out from the grave mounds.

Su Wanyue manifested her ghost form and looked at Wu Li.

"Why are you here?"

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar, his blood-red pupils fixed on Su Wanyue. Without beating around the bush, he spoke directly: "I have a way to deal with Lord Tunming."

Su Wanyue's eyes lit up instantly, her voice hurried: "What way?"

Wu Li did not answer, skipping over her question. He continued in a hoarse and flat voice: "The problem now is that we are missing bait."

Su Wanyue froze slightly, the joy on her face stiffening.

She looked at Wu Li, pointed at herself, and her voice sounded somewhat dry: "Me?"

Wu Li nodded, his blood-red pupils devoid of any emotion, his voice still flat.

"Given Lord Tunming's current situation, although he cannot tolerate me, I am not enough to lure him out."

"But you, with your Moon Yin Body, are what he has always wanted to obtain."

Su Wanyue fell silent.

She stood in the Mass Grave, her bright red wedding dress fluttering slightly in the night wind, the golden Phoenix on her hem flickering on and off.

"What do you need me to do?"

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar and spoke after a moment of silence.

"I have set up a Formation specifically designed to restrain ghosts. Your role is to go to the center of the Formation and release your aura to lure Lord Tunming over."

Su Wanyue's pupils contracted slightly, then she looked at Wu Li and asked: "After Lord Tunming comes, you will activate the Formation, then... what about me?"

Wu Li tilted his head, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of impatience.

"Last time I told you to Cultivate properly, did you do it?"

Su Wanyue was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed, her voice tinged with confusion: "What do you mean by that?"

"If your cultivation is sufficient, you can survive."

Wu Li's voice was very soft.

"Heh..."

Su Wanyue laughed; the laughter was not loud, but in the deathly silent Mass Grave, it sounded exceptionally jarring.

"It's only been a few days. Even if I Cultivate as hard as I can, how far could I possibly get?"

Wu Li spread his wings and flapped them like a human would, a gesture that was indescribably casual. There was no guilt, no comfort in his voice, only a near-indifferent calmness.

"Then there is nothing to be done."

Su Wanyue stared at Wu Li, "Demon... truly a demon, with not a shred of human warmth."

"That's rich. Why would I, a demon, need human warmth? To add more shackles to myself?"

Wu Li responded.

"I thought we could be considered friends."

Su Wanyue's tone sank as she spoke.

"Hehehe... your brain must be broken, trying to be friends with a demon."

Wu Li sneered, then continued, "Now, just tell me if you are going to do it or not."

"And if I don't?"

Wu Li shook his head, his blood-red pupils devoid of emotion, his voice turning cold.

"I told you before to Cultivate properly."

"As you are now, your cultivation is insufficient. You will find it hard to survive inside the Formation. By that same logic..."

Wu Li paused, his pitch-black pupils staring fixedly at Su Wanyue, his voice as cold as ice shards.

"Since your cultivation is insufficient, you have no right to refuse me!"

Su Wanyue's body shuddered violently, her bright red wedding dress snapping in the night wind, the golden Phoenix on her hem flashing brightly before dimming again.

She stared at Wu Li, her blood-red eyes filled with unwillingness, her lips pressed into a thin line.

The night wind blew past.

She closed her eyes, her clenched fists slowly loosening, and she let out a long sigh, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Leaving me no path to survival at all..."

Wu Li did not speak, just crouched on the stone pillar, his pitch-black pupils staring at Su Wanyue. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Opportunity is fated by heaven."

"Whether you live or die does not depend entirely on me. If it weren't for me, Lord Tunming would have devoured you long ago. Do you think you would have been able to Cultivate safely in this Mass Grave until today?"

"If Lord Tunming does not die now, neither of us will have a way to survive."

Su Wanyue lowered her head, saying nothing.

After a long while, she lifted her head. Her blood-red eyes no longer held unwillingness, only a near-numb calmness.

"Let's go."

Wu Li took Su Wanyue and flew out of the Mass Grave, passing through the dense forest and crossing the mountain stream until they arrived at the sun-facing depression on the southeast slope of Taiyue Mountain.

The depression was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with an opening facing east, directly toward the direction where the moon rose.

Moonlight spilled into the depression, and weeds swayed in the night wind, looking completely normal.

Wu Li folded his wings and landed on a boulder at the edge of the depression, his blood-red pupils sweeping across the interior.

Everything was as it had been.

Su Wanyue stood beside Wu Li, her blood-red pupils sweeping over the depression, but she could see nothing out of the ordinary.

She looked at Wu Li and asked: "Where is the Formation?"

Wu Li did not answer, raising his right claw to point at the yang pearl suspended in the center of the depression: "Just stay under that and release your aura. After the Formation is activated, there is a Kun position in the north where you can take shelter from the bulk of the Formation's power."

Su Wanyue looked at the pearl with its restrained golden light, remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked toward the center of the depression.

She then sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.

The power of moonlight surged in from all directions, pouring into her body. Her aura began to rise, and the aura of her Moon Yin Body spread outward like a tide, penetrating the depression, passing through the dense forest, and drifting toward the depths of Taiyue Mountain.

It happened in almost the blink of an eye.

In the depths of Taiyue Mountain, the Nether Mansion.

Lord Tunming opened his eyes abruptly, a flash of greed appearing in his eerie green ghost eyes. His voice was hoarse and hurried.

"That female ghost has appeared! Go, bring her to me!"

Blood Butcher, kneeling below, quickly responded: "Yes!"

Then he transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from the mansion.

Following that, Lord Tunming took out a yellowed talisman paper from his robes, bit his fingertip, and used his Ghost Qi as ink to quickly write a few lines on the paper. Then, he flicked his hand, and the talisman turned into a gray-black ray of light, disappearing into the darkness.

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At the same time.

In the bamboo forest in the depths of Taiyue Mountain.

Moonlight filtered down through the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Spring water tinkled, and bamboo shadows danced.

On a blue stone, Lady Hua sat barefoot, her long hair cascading behind her like a waterfall, her fair legs submerged in the cold, clear pool water.

Opposite her sat a middle-aged, burly man.

The burly man was powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a thick back; sitting on the blue stone, he looked like a small mountain.

His skin was bronze-colored, shimmering with a metallic luster under the moonlight. He was bald, with no hair, and right in the center of his head grew a short, thick rhinoceros horn, its tip sharp and gleaming with a cold light.

He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a prominent nose bridge, and thick lips, with the corners of his mouth always slightly upturned, wearing a faint, enigmatic smile.

"Wong-hu~~"

A cold wind blew in from outside the bamboo forest, carrying with it a heavy scent of Death Qi.