Chapter 69: Blueprints for swatting mosquitoes!

At the construction site in the northern suburbs of Qingyun City, the first rays of morning sunlight had just fallen.

"Quick, quick, quick! Bring that pile of blue bricks to this old man! Haven't you eaten?!"

Cangqiongzi, once the high-and-mighty Half-Immortal Old Ancestor of Zixiao Holy Land and now recently "fast-tracked" into a True Immortal, was currently shirtless with a tattered towel draped over his neck. He was pushing a wheelbarrow piled high like a small mountain, creating sonic booms as he raced across the construction site.

"Rumble!"

The wheelbarrow made an incredibly smooth drift, coming to a steady halt in front of a section of the city wall where the Foundation had just been laid.

Beside him, the Blood Sword Sect Leader, Xue Kuang, was sporting two dark circles under his eyes, slumped in the mud like a dead dog from exhaustion. He stared blankly at this newcomer "King of Overachievers," nearly on the verge of a breakdown.

"Is this old man a devil? He moved thirty thousand bricks by himself last night without even a sip of water, and he's still this energetic? Has the threshold for manual labor at this construction site become this high?"

Not only Xue Kuang, but even the Grand Elder of Zixiao Holy Land, Lei Mingzi, was stunned by his own ancestor's frenzied working pace.

"Old Ancestor, please rest for a bit. We still have to see the Overseer's blueprint to know how to plan this wall," Lei Mingzi advised while wiping away sweat.

"Rest my ass!"

Cangqiongzi glared, the mud all over his body trembling. "What do you know? This old man ate a Corn bun last night, and my Dao Heart became clear! Every single brick is a test of my immortal Foundation by the Lord! Anyone who dares stop me from moving bricks, I'll swat them to death with my Trowel!"

Just then.

Demon Venerable Wanhua, wearing his signature grey cloth robe and holding a light piece of yellow paper, walked out of the courtyard with a swaggering gait, looking leisurely.

"Everyone, stop! The Young Master is awake and has specifically given instructions for today's courtyard wall blueprint."

Demon Venerable Wanhua cleared his throat, his eyes sweeping disdainfully over the group of old monsters whose cultivation had been sealed. "The Young Master said he drew this 'casually' last night and wants you to build according to it. If anyone builds it crooked, starting tomorrow, you won't even get pickles to eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Cangqiongzi, Lei Mingzi, and tens of thousands of Holy Land elites instantly held their breath and swarmed forward with feverish eyes.

A Formation blueprint personally drawn by the Red Dust Immortal?!

What kind of peerless immortal map would that be, encompassing everything and swallowing the Universe?!

Cangqiongzi even very respectfully wiped the mud off his hands on his clothes before receiving that thin yellow paper with trembling hands.

All the old monsters craned their necks, staring intently at the blueprint.

However, when they saw the contents of the yellow paper, they were all stunned.

There were no complex Primordial Formation Runes on the paper, nor any heaven-swallowing, earth-devouring Spiritual Vein layouts.

On the entire yellow paper, there was only a single, extremely perfunctory, and crooked black wavy line.

Even more absurdly, right in the center of that wavy line, a flattened dead mosquito was stuck quite abruptly. Beside the mosquito, a small, casual blotch of ink had spread out.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Xue Kuang stole a glance from the side and couldn't help but roast it in his mind: "Isn't this just a damn line scribbled by a three-year-old, who then accidentally swatted a mosquito?"

But he didn't dare say it.

Because he was horrified to discover that this group of Mahayana and Soul Transformation Stage old monsters from Zixiao Holy Land were all trembling violently, their eyes so red they looked like they might bleed!

"Hiss—!"

Cangqiongzi suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air, staring fixedly at that crooked wavy line, his whole body as if struck by lightning!

"Everyone! Look at this line!"

Cangqiongzi pointed at that extremely casual black line, his voice trembling like a sieve. "This seemingly crooked line actually bends three thousand times! This... this is the manifestation of the Three Thousand Daos!"

Lei Mingzi also took two steps back, old tears streaming down his face. "I understand! The Lord is telling us that the path of cultivation is definitely not a straight line! Going straight makes it easy to break. Only by following the twists and turns of heaven and earth's Karma, like this line, can one truly become impervious to all techniques!"

"Exactly!"

Another Soul Transformation Elder slapped his thigh in excitement. "Look at the ink of this black line again; it varies in depth! This is clearly the primordial Dao rhyme of Yin and Yang alternating and the passage of time! The Lord wants us to build the wall in this wavy shape because he's laying down a supreme immortal Formation that reverses Yin and Yang and distorts time and space!"

The old monsters grew more excited as they spoke, as if they had already glimpsed the ultimate truth of the Universe.

Cangqiongzi took a deep breath, his gaze falling with extreme gravity upon the flattened dead mosquito in the center of the yellow paper.

"Then... what is the meaning of this insect's corpse?"

Lei Mingzi leaned in, carefully examining the mundane mosquito that had died with its eyes open, and suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

"Old Ancestor! Carefully sense the aura remaining on that insect corpse!"

Lei Mingzi pointed at the flattened bloodstain, swallowing frantically. "Although it looks like an ordinary mundane flying insect on the outside, look at this shriveled husk! This is clearly the 'Void Heaven-Devouring Gu' from ancient times, which specialized in sucking the sap of the World Tree!"

"With supreme power, the Lord slapped it to death right in the center of this blueprint's Formation eye! This is telling us that the Formation eye of this courtyard wall needs the blood of a peerless Vicious Beast to suppress the Feng Shui!"

Boom!

The old monsters' mental gymnastics had completely come full circle.

A crooked line Lin Yuan had drawn when his hand slipped while dozing off last night, plus a blood-sucking mosquito he had casually swatted to death.

Had been forcefully interpreted by these big shots of the Central Continent as the [Three Thousand Daos Yin-Yang Distorting Heaven-Devouring Great Formation]!

"What are you still standing there for?!"

Cangqiongzi stood up abruptly, his eyes burning with unprecedented fervor and fighting spirit. "Construct according to the blueprint! Smash all the blue bricks and regrind the corners; this wall must be built following the trajectory of the Dao waves! Also, at the position of the central Formation eye, build an Eight Trigrams Altar for me to enshrine the supreme remains of this 'Heaven-Devouring Gu'!"

"Yes, Old Ancestor!"

Tens of thousands of laborers instantly acted as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, charging toward the construction site with howls.

...

Two hours later.

The sun was high in the sky.

Lin Yuan, leading Xiao Yuer who had just finished her wood-chopping practice, yawned and slowly pushed open the courtyard gate.

"I wonder how this bunch of free labor has done with the outer wall this morning..."

Lin Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked up.

The next second.

His whole body froze in place.

Originally, he just wanted to build a plain, square blue-brick courtyard wall.

But what appeared before him now was a bizarre wavy wall that twisted frantically like fried dough twists, winding around like a drunken giant python!

Even more absurdly, right in the center of this "dough-twist wall," these old men had actually carved an extremely luxurious Shrine out of marble!

Inside the Shrine, no gods or Buddhas were enshrined.

Instead, with great solemnity, they had used a piece of transparent spirit crystal to frame last night's scrap paper smeared with the dead mosquito, enshrining it like an ancestral tablet!

Tens of thousands of mud-covered old monsters were surrounding this extremely abstract wavy wall, their faces full of devotion as they contemplated the so-called "Three Thousand Daos."

"..."

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched frantically.

He looked down at Xiao Yuer, who also blinked her big eyes, looking at the enshrined dead mosquito with a face full of bewilderment.

"Old Wan." Lin Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to plant all these brain-dead old men into the soil.

"Your old servant is here!" Demon Venerable Wanhua came running over eagerly.

Lin Yuan pointed at the dough-twist-like wall and then at the Shrine enshrining the dead mosquito.

"I dozed off while drawing the blueprint last night, my hand slipped and I drew it crooked, then I swatted a mosquito while I was at it."

Lin Yuan's voice was extremely calm, yet it carried a chill that made one's scalp tingle.

"Go and ask them."

"I don't know if a wall built like this keeps out thieves, but looking at it makes me dizzy."

"If you can't straighten the wall for me before dark..."

Lin Yuan sneered. "Tonight, I'll flatten them all and stick them into that Shrine to be buried with the mosquito."

"Clang!"

Cangqiongzi and Lei Mingzi, who were eavesdropping nearby, dropped their Trowels on the ground at the same time.

The old monsters looked at each other, another storm brewing in their minds.

"Hand slipped and drew it crooked?! Swatted a mosquito?!"

Cangqiongzi's whole body shook, and he suddenly slapped his thigh, having a sudden realization:

"I understand! The Lord is warning us!"

"What Three Thousand Daos, what Void Heaven-Devouring Gu! The Lord is telling us that the Great Dao is simple! We are too obsessed with appearances and too fond of overthinking things!"

With old tears streaming down his face, Cangqiongzi bowed deeply toward Lin Yuan's back. "Thank you, Lord, for pointing the way! The Lord's meaning is to return to simplicity; being straight and direct is the True Immortal Dao! We almost suffered from Qi Deviation!"

"Brothers! Tear it down! Tear it all down and rebuild it! This time, it must be built straighter than a ruler!"

Looking at the wall-demolishing army behind him, once again plunged into a feverish "Epiphany."

Lin Yuan covered his face and sighed.

"How on earth did these people's brains manage to Cultivate to the Mahayana Stage?"