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Adapted from the novel by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu: Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
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Xuanzheng Year 23, Year of the Goat.
Nightless City
Qishan
Qinghe Nie Clan, Gusu Lan Clan,
Lanling Jin Clan, and Yunmeng Jiang Clan
led tens of thousands of cultivators to storm the Nightless City.
The fierce battle went on for several weeks,
yet, the city would not fall.
Know your place.
Wen Ruohan!
You...
Reincarnation and rebirth shroud love and hate in mist
We were once acquainted and our azure swords crossed
From the depths of the clouds flows a melody of zither and flute
The physical realm is transient, like the drunken dream of a lone soul
Overlooking both good and evil, I witness the chaos of life
Side by side, we fight against the world
Not once did I betray my principles
Leading a carefree life, I have transcended virtues and vices
Yet I cannot erase the scars within my heart
In this life, we shall not be caught in strife
Steering clear of worldly affairs,
we walk different paths while keeping justice in our hearts
I had been chivalrous and righteous, yet my deeds were all in vain
Good and evil are black and white
But the border between love and hate remains blurred
Knowing you is like a dream
Cloud's Longing Arc Episode 1 Join Hands
Clan Leader, Zewu-Jun has arrived.
Bring him in.
Lanling Golden Carp Tower
Second Brother.
A-Yao.
You must be tired after such an arduous journey.
By the looks of it, you must have stayed up late working again last night.
I'm not talented.
It was only thanks to everyone's kindness that I was elected as the Chief Cultivator.
I must give it all I've got.
A-Yao, do not think lightly of yourself.
Your contribution was critical in the Sunshot Campaign.
Had it not been for your assassination of Wen Ruohan back then,
tens of thousands more people would have died in the great battle.
Second Brother, you're too kind.
Think nothing of it. You're always so humble.
I heard that you plan to deploy men and raise funds from all clans
to build 2000 more Watch Towers.
The cultivation clans rarely live in remote areas
where evil beings tend to cause the most trouble.
The Watch Towers will be manned by all clans in turn.
They will be able to give warnings in time.
The previous batch only covered limited regions.
I hope that by adding these new ones,
fewer commoners will suffer from malicious fiends.
Back then,
many people questioned whether it was just an excuse to line your own pockets.
Although the Watch Towers have been quite effective for the past 5 years,
an additional batch of 2000 will raise even more criticism.
It doesn't matter as long as my conscience is clear.
Besides, you've got my back, right?
The three of us became sworn brothers
with the utmost wish of restoring peace to the world.
Eldest Brother passed away in his prime and couldn't see his wish fulfilled.
Now, you've devoted your whole heart to the public.
Naturally, I should support you with all my might,
just like how Eldest Brother would have done.
I'm deeply grateful to you, Second Brother.
It's almost time for the anniversary of Eldest Brother's passing.
Several days ago, Huaisang sent a letter
*T/N: From the concept in Buddism about "reflections on the repulsiveness of the sensual physical world"
asking when we plan to depart for the Unclean Realm*
so he could start preparing.
The arrangements for the Discussion Conference are almost finished on my end.
I can set out at any time.
How about you?
There is no urgent business at the Cloud Recesses either,
aside from the severed arm Wangji brought back from his night hunt in Mt. Dafan.
Its extreme ferocity is rarely seen.
A severed arm? Where did it come from?
We don't know yet.
Before I left, I put Wangji in charge of all matters at the Cloud Recesses.
No need to worry.
Gusu The Cloud Recesses
Back then, Lan Zhan always wanted to bring me here to dissolve my cultivation.
Why is he so lenient with this Mo Xuanyu, who was also a demonic cultivator?
Hope it won't be my turn after he finishes dealing with the ghost hand tonight.
Better sneak away while I can.
Since when has Lan Zhan picked up the hobby of making flutes?
The wine and the flute are both mine now.
Little Apple, let's go!
Come on, Little Apple!
You actually like staying in this boring place?
The protective barrier of the Cloud Recesses is well-guarded.
It will be troublesome without a token for passage.
I need to think of something.
Someone is here alone. This is my opportunity.
Scars from a discipline whip?
So many strikes?!
Just what monstrous crime did he commit?
Piece of cake.
Lan Zhan?!
I... just found this token when I was passing by.
I was about to give it back.
Han... Hanguang-Jun.
Hold on! I didn't mean to watch you bathe!
I'm screwed. Will I get another beating for this?
This scar...?!
Hanguang-Jun! Bad news!
The ghost hand released a burst of resentful energy.
The elders can't suppress it any longer.
It's already been almost 2 hours since Hanguang-Jun went in.
How come the bell still keeps tolling?
Its resentful energy is even stronger than when it was in Mo Village!
How...?
This has never happened during an Evocation in the Obscure Room.
Young Master Mo, don't go there!
Open!
What a lunatic!
Why does the gate of the Obscure Room take orders from you?!
Stop playing!
A sliver of soul still remains in the ghost hand.
It's impossible for the Evocation to fail.
Unless...
The soul of this hand's owner has been cut apart along with its corpse.
Dismembered body, shattered soul?
Just how much fierce hatred could the culprit have?
Hanguang-Jun!
Take the elders out for healing now.
Understood!
Interesting.
You... you're not injured?!
I thought you would...
What are you saying?
Wangji, who is that Young Master?
Uncle, he is...
Mo Xuanyu, Young Master Mo.
This Young Master Mo has an impressive cultivation base.
You think that this hand is odd?
It's very likely that this hand was targeted at our clan.
How so?
The Spirit Lure Flags that we drew in Mo Village
had an effective radius of only 2 miles.
Due to the ferocity of this hand, if it had been in range before,
Mo Village would have been drenched in blood.
Therefore, it only appeared after we arrived.
In other words,
a malicious person had deliberately chosen that point in time
to toss the hand there.
In that case, we're probably responsible for the victims in Mo Village...
No, you're not.
But the one who released the ghost hand is.
Any new leads?
Soul Expel Seal, a skill of demonic cultivation,
specially used to keep one's soul out of his body.
As one can see from this seal,
our spell caster, who dismembered someone's body and soul,
must be a top-notch expert.
Can you undo this?
Of course!
But I'm no match for those who refined demonic cultivation.
It will take a lot of time to undo the seal.
Mo Xuanyu specifically summoned me when he offered his body.
This ghost hand just happened to appear in the vicinity.
Then Wen Ning came...
Looks like
someone is unwilling to let me rest in peace, even if I had been dead for years.
Are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Did the hand just move?
Hanguang-Jun!
Abnormal resentful energy has been found in many Watch Towers!
Support needed!
When?
Around midnight.
All in remote haunted districts, no further than 150 miles away from Cloud Recesses.
Evocation of the ghost hand caused a surge of resentful energy.
Evil territories resonated together.
These places might be related to the hand.
Pass on my order: send 20 disciples to each location.
Understood!
I will leave tomorrow to find leads about the ghost hand.
But there are so many places, where will you start?
That's easy!
We'll start from...
where it's pointing at.
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This new ice-cream is really crisp and tasty! Lan—!
Hanguang-Jun, please allow us to join the night hunt!
It's dangerous.
Time for Cornetto! Take it easy! Enjoy it first!
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You're here for the Cornetto as well...?
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Huaicang Foothills
The ghost hand pointed North-East. It should be around here.
I don't sense much abnormal resentful energy here though.
Why are you tailing us?
Forgive me, Hanguang-Jun!
I heard that the resentful energy here is surging.
I'm here... for the treasure.
Treasure? What treasure?
As a demonic cultivator,
I naturally wish to find the Yiling Patriarch's treasure.
Legend has it that
the Ghost General, Stygian Tiger Amulet, Chenqing Flute, and Demonic Manuscripts
were all destroyed over 10 years ago.
And yet, a few days ago, the Ghost General appeared at Mt. Dafan.
Perhaps the other treasures still exist.
You think that the Yiling Patriarch's treasures might be left in this mountain?
Since they're treasures, surely they won't be easy to get.
However, I've asked around.
Something weird did happen here.
11 years ago, folks from several villages around here disappeared one after another.
The nearby forest kept making queer noises.
People who scouted around never returned.
Many villagers moved out.
A few months later, people stopped going missing, and the noises also ceased.
But 2 days ago, the noises suddenly started again.
She's a pitiable one...
Pardon me, what do you mean?
11 years ago, she was the only one who made it back alive.
Unfortunately, she went mad.
Nobody knows what she had seen.
*T/N: Yin Shi is the Fifth Watch, indicating 3-5 am.
Yin Shi Fifth Watch*.
Evil be gone.
Seems like that woman did witness something in the mountain.
Memories come back to me in the chilling winds
Engulfed by mist, I dispel the clouds only to perceive a fog
I peer into the distance through the cold drizzle
Dusk has fallen, I cannot see the way home
I awake from the dream of my bloody past when I met my demise
Yet I do not blame my fortune
In the boundless haze, good and evil walk separate paths
I raise my wine cup as I weave a poem
My untamed heart will not be forsaken
The strong gale blows against the tide
Chaos rages around me, burying the past in the dust
I repeat to myself, "Keep justice in your heart"
The dauntless spirit of youth remains
The lingering melody of a flute relates my story