: Wanxiang True Legacy Meng Yaoyin

2025-05-16 Author: Gu Zhenren

: Wanxiang True Legacy Meng Yaoyin

"Meng... senior sister?" Ning Zhuo's face was indifferent, his tone calm.

Only Sun Lingtong, who truly knew him well, understood the turbulent undercurrents beneath Ning Zhuo's calm surface.

Wen Ruan Yu had no suspicions: "Yes, she is my senior sister, a true legacy disciple of the Wanxiang Sect."

"The reason I'm stationed in White Paper Immortal City is because of a ghost tide crisis."

"Over thirty years ago, White Paper Immortal City faced the danger of destruction due to a ghost tide, so they sought help from the Wanxiang Sect."

"It happened to be during that year's Feiyun Conference, so I followed Senior Sister Meng here. After some thrilling experiences, we successfully helped White Paper Immortal City survive the crisis."

"Senior Sister Meng's strength was extraordinary. At that time, the City Lord of White Paper was in poor condition, and it was almost entirely Senior Sister Meng who turned the tide and changed the entire situation."

As Wen Ruan Yu spoke, a look of admiration involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Feiyun Conference?" Ning Zhuo secretly noted this point, his tone slightly hurried, "Oh? Such a hero is truly admirable. May I ask for her full name?"

Wen Ruan Yu: "Senior Sister Meng Yaoyin."

Ning Zhuo fell silent for a moment, his heart feeling as if it had been struck hard!

He gritted his teeth secretly, trying hard to suppress his slightly trembling breath, and said as calmly as possible: "I see. Since she was a hero who turned the tide, no wonder a statue of her was erected in White Paper Immortal City for commemoration."

Wen Ruan Yu smiled slightly: "I had a hand in that."

"Back then, White Paper Immortal City was fiercely attacked by the ghost tide, and half the city fell. To reclaim the lost territory in the southern part of the city, Senior Sister Meng and the City Lord of White Paper went into seclusion, discussing relevant formations for seven days and nights without rest."

"Afterward, she personally led us to fight back here and set up a formation. We followed her, fighting desperately here for three days and three nights, finally defending the formation and integrating it with the city's foundation, merging it with the original city formation."

"After overcoming the ghost tide, before Senior Sister Meng left, she made multiple arrangements. She left the giant paper talisman statue she had crafted in the city to serve as the formation's core."

"I handled various matters in the city according to her instructions. Since everyone in the city remembered Senior Sister Meng, I had an idea and proposed shaping the giant paper talisman statue in her likeness. This proposal easily gained widespread support and was soon accomplished."

Ning Zhuo took a light breath, lost in thought, his tone slightly probing: "Such a giant paper talisman statue must be incredibly powerful. Senior Meng... actually left it behind willingly. Such noble character is truly admirable."

"Senior Sister Meng is more than just noble!" Wen Ruan Yu shook his head, the more he mentioned Meng Yaoyin, the more a radiant light burst from the depths of his heart, proud to be associated with her.

"You have no idea how perilous it was when we resisted the ghost tide."

"There were several times when the city was breached, and the situation was critical. To overcome the crisis, Senior Sister Meng even不惜消耗自己的阳寿, using forbidden techniques to turn the situation around."

"What? She used her own lifespan?!" Ning Zhuo couldn't help it anymore, his tone changing, his eyes narrowing as he tried to hide his increasingly dangerous gaze.

"Yes." Wen Ruan Yu, immersed in his memories, didn't notice Ning Zhuo's unusual state.

He continued: "It was Senior Sister Meng's great dedication and sacrifice that ultimately saved White Paper Immortal City. So, even though Senior Sister Meng mainly cultivates mechanical arts, I always believe she is more suited for Confucian cultivation. The core of Confucianism is benevolence. Senior Sister Meng's benevolence isn't petty; it's grand benevolence, caring for the lives of the entire White Paper Immortal City, willingly sacrificing herself out of great love!"

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red: "Senior Meng is so benevolent to the world. Although this is my first time hearing about it, for some reason, I truly feel from the bottom of my heart that she is exactly the kind of person who would do such things."

Wen Ruan Yu nodded repeatedly: "Senior Sister Meng is not only extraordinarily strong, brave, and resourceful, with great benevolence and love, but she also has remarkable foresight."

"Jiao Ma, I don't know if it's appropriate to call you that, but you must be new here."

Ning Zhuo's heart stirred, knowing that capturing three Golden Core ghost generals alone had made Wen Ruan Yu highly suspicious of his identity.

Ning Zhuo had no intention of revealing his true identity.

Currently, only two people in White Paper Immortal City knew his true identity.

Due to the factors involving Heaven and Earth Ghosts, Ning Zhuo didn't want to expose his real identity either.

Wen Ruan Yu didn't dwell on this point but continued: "So, you don't know that the arrangements Senior Sister Meng left in White Paper Immortal City deeply changed the city's structure and have protected it multiple times."

"The City Lord of White Paper's condition is worsening year by year."

"Senior Sister left many exquisite arrangements, such as setting up the Ink Pond, educating the citizens, and placing treasures to attract others to actively participate in the city's defense battles, etc. Relying on these, White Paper Immortal City smoothly overcame multiple subsequent ghost tides."

"Alas, it's still because the City Lord of White Paper's condition is getting worse, holding us back. If it were another normal Nascent Soul cultivator, we wouldn't be in such dire straits now. We couldn't even protect Senior Sister's giant statue properly... This is my fault!"

At this point, Wen Ruan Yu showed deep self-reproach.

"Alright." Wen Ruan Yu scanned the surrounding mess, his anxiety growing, "Let's leave the repairs to others. You've made military merits this time and should report back to the City Lord. There will surely be rewards!"

"The City Lord's paper clone is still reliable."

At this moment, Sun Lingtong suddenly sent a mental message: "Xiao Zhuo, be careful."

"White Paper City Lord once secluded herself with your mother for seven days and seven nights to discuss formations and fought alongside her. But when you revealed your identity, she deceived you."

"She gave you three talismans and had you leave through the south gate, clearly算计ing you."

"We don't need to stick around here. If we leave, we can stay undefeated."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "Boss, you're right. The City Lord of White Paper is算计ing me."

He then shook his head: "But my mother paid such a great price to protect this city. As her son, I should do my best to maintain what she achieved, shouldn't I?"

"Of course, if the situation becomes unfavorable, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, we'll retreat at the first opportunity without hesitation."

"But now, the City Lord of White Paper knows I'm the child of an old friend, and my mother has gained such strong recognition from all the citizens. What kind of support will she give me?"

"Leaving the future aside for now, I captured three Golden Core ghost generals for her. There should be some acknowledgment, right?"

"And..."

"I'm very curious about what treasure my mother left in White Paper Immortal City. Whatever it is, I really want to take it back."

Sun Lingtong nodded: "Xiao Zhuo, you understand the stakes better than I do, so that's good."

Before劝说ing, he already knew what choice Ning Zhuo would make.

Since it was his sworn brother's decision, he would naturally support it fully.

But at the same time, he left a warning: "I'll tell you in advance: if in the future, Xiao Zhuo, you get carried away and act emotionally, I will forcibly intervene and bring you back alive."

Ning Zhuo grunted in agreement: "Boss, I understand."

Wen Ruan Yu issued some instructions for the cultivators present to repair the area, then took Ning Zhuo and immediately returned to the City Lord's mansion.

They proceeded unimpeded directly to the inner hall.

Wen Ruan Yu said to Ning Zhuo: "I'll go in first to report. Wait here and don't move. You'll surely be summoned to an audience shortly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a paper servant opened the door, approached the two, and delivered the City Lord clone's command: "Lord Wen, please wait a moment. The City Lord wishes to summon Young Master Jiao Ma alone."

Wen Ruan Yu: ?

"Then, Senior Wen, I'll go in first." Ning Zhuo cupped his hands towards Wen Ruan Yu.

After witnessing Ning Zhuo's combat prowess, Wen Ruan Yu immediately returned the gesture with a smile.

Ning Zhuo entered the inner hall and saw the City Lord's paper clone facing a huge mirror, braiding her long hair.

She crumpled talisman paper into thin strips, stuck them onto her head, and quickly used magic power to firmly bond them together.

"Alas! With White Paper Immortal City facing internal and external troubles, in perilous times, I'm too worried to rest peacefully. I've lost a lot of hair these past few days."

As she spoke, the paper clone turned around to look at Ning Zhuo: "Xiao Ning Zhuo, you truly are Meng Yaoyin's son. Just like your mother, you've been a great help to me."

Ning Zhuo slightly frowned, first bowed, then said: "City Lord, your arrangements were clever, allowing me to learn about my mother's past deeds."

"The three Golden Core ghost generals who attacked have all been captured alive by me, fulfilling your trust."

"Additionally, Lord Wen reminded me that you would surely give me a substantial reward."

The paper clone was momentarily stunned, then smiled lightly: "In this aspect, you're a bit different from your mother. However, I appreciate your frankness and directness."

"Xiao Wen is right; I will certainly reward you handsomely."

"But before that, I have many secrets to tell you."

"'Ghost tide surges, White Paper in peril, lone swan carries candle piercing the sky. Guest star should shine north of Wen Shu, Wanxiang's light bright, calamity self-destructs...' This prophetic poem was written by the Mournful Music Ghost Lyrist before her death."

"I believe this poem likely refers to you."

"Xiao Ning Zhuo, you are likely our city's savior. Just like over thirty years ago when your mother was the great savior of White Paper Immortal City!"

The paper clone主动 stopped talking, specifically giving Ning Zhuo time to process and react.

Ning Zhuo felt as if his mind had been lightly jolted, blurting out: "No wonder Lord Wen earlier specifically took Yang Weida away separately."

After a pause, Ning Zhuo said: "From the bottom of my heart, I naturally don't want my mother's efforts and contributions to White Paper Immortal City to come to nothing."

"But if you want me to take action, we need to discuss the price properly."

"And I don't guarantee the final outcome, so I won't sign any contracts."

"Frankly, I'd prefer if the savior in the poem isn't me but someone else."

The paper clone laughed heartily three times, waved her sleeve, and said with considerable boldness: "That's easy to handle."

"I see you're young but have high cultivation, reaching mid to late Foundation Establishment stage, with all three treasures—essence, energy, and spirit—full, comparable to the excellent true legacies of major sects."

"I also see your physical foundation is profound, smooth and harmonious, in tune with heaven and earth. It's evident that much resources have been invested, which is quite rare."

"Only your soul is relatively weak. That's why at first glance, I saw the truth of your soul,断定 you weren't Jiao Ma, and意外 discovered you look quite like Meng Yaoyin."

"And what White Paper Immortal City has the most of are soul cultivators."

"Local conditions cultivate local cultivators. Your arrival here is the savior for White Paper Immortal City, my opportunity. Similarly, it's also a chance for your cultivation, Ning Zhuo."

The White Paper clone then took out four treasures.

One was the "Netherworld Punishment Book," one was Cold Bone Moon Dew Wine, one was Nine Springs Restful Incense, and finally, a Hungry Ghost Retribution Cauldron.

"You captured three Golden Core ghost generals alive; this Cold Bone Moon Dew Wine is your reward."

"The remaining three items are considered advanced payments to you."

"This jade slip contains detailed usage instructions."

"These treasures are all at the Nascent Soul level without exception. Even within the Soul Devouring Sect, they are top-grade treasures."

Ning Zhuo agreed with the White Paper clone's value assessment.

Ning Zhuo had "acquired" almost the entire wealth of the cultivator Heaven Ghost from the Heaven and Earth Ghosts, which included many jade slips recording extensive information about soul cultivators, ghost cultivators, and the Soul Devouring Sect itself, all invaluable.

Therefore, Ning Zhuo was very surprised, not expecting the City Lord of White Paper to be so generous. This reward was far richer than he had anticipated.

In fact, the Cold Bone Moon Dew Wine alone far exceeded the upper limit of what Ning Zhuo had expected.

"I'll use most of this wine and save some. When I return to the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, I can give it to Brother Linghu as a greeting gift. He'll definitely like it."

Seeing Ning Zhuo accept the four treasures, the City Lord of White Paper sighed softly: "Back then, I promised your mother the position of Vice City Lord."

"But in the end, your mother refused."

"Xiao Ning Zhuo, if you truly are this city's savior, then my past promise still stands!"

"You will be the Vice City Lord of White Paper Immortal City."

Ning Zhuo was stunned again, then cupped his hands and asked how many Vice City Lords there were in White Paper Immortal City.

White Paper clone: "Currently none; it's rarely established. If you succeed, you'll be the only Vice City Lord. Don't worry, it won't restrict your freedom. You can even be absent from the city long-term, and you'll have a share of all White Paper Immortal City's productions."

This time, even Sun Lingtong was somewhat astonished.

Such status and benefits were practically second only to one person, above ten thousand others.

After accepting this, Sun Lingtong couldn't help but worry, sending a mental message to Ning Zhuo: "Xiao Zhuo, this paper woman is offering such a high price; the main body's condition must be quite terrible."

Ning Zhuo nodded inwardly, analyzing: "On one hand, the situation is bad, and the prophetic poem prompted her to place a heavy bet on me. On the other hand, my mother contributed so much back then and was so noble, refusing many rewards. So, this time, the rewards for those merits have fallen on me."

"I'm benefiting from the advantages my mother left behind."

Ning Zhuo decided to help but also requested the City Lord of White Paper: he wanted to maintain the identity of Jiao Ma as much as possible and hoped she wouldn't inform others.

The City Lord of White Paper agreed: "Currently, the Mournful Music Ghost Lyrist is dead. The greatest danger to White Paper Immortal City lies within the city. Xiao Ning Zhuo, I see you're quick-witted and calm in crisis. When falsely accused earlier, you quickly thought of ways to prove your innocence, showing you have talent for investigation."

"Please investigate the identity of the traitor within the city next. If you can find them, there will be more rewards!"

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