Chapter 312: Strike first to gain the upper handYasha fabricated a plausible reason for his rebellion, and he also used it to recruit a group of ghost cultivators. They believed that killing the unlucky ones was a mission given by the gods, so they formed an alliance called Oracle. When Yang Rongrong heard this, she was certain that Yasha must be the same as He Bieqing, both of them were the so-called "sons of destiny" chosen by the Emperor. As for whether Yasha rebelled in order to complete the task assigned by the Emperor, or rebelled in the name of the Oracle in order to fight for the position of Ghost Emperor? I'm afraid only Yasha himself knows the truth about this matter. Yang Rongrong was not interested in analyzing Yasha’s inner thoughts. Anyway, she had already determined that the other party was an enemy, not a friend, so what she had to do next was to kill him. As the saying goes, strike first to gain strength, strike later and suffer disaster. She would not be foolish enough to wait for the other party to come to her. Naturally, she would kill the other party before Yasha found her. Recently, the Oracle Organization is preparing to hold a ceremony in Honglian City to offer sacrifices to the heavens and to hold a blood oath ceremony. This means that Yasha must still be in Honglian City. Yang Rongrong plans to give Yasha a surprise.

Shuying learned of her plan and offered to join. Yang Rongrong did not refuse. Now that Yasha was going to rebel, he had two targets, one was her and the other was Shuying. In other words, the two of them are now on the same boat, so naturally they have to unite and face the outside world together. So the two of them hit it off and began to discuss the specific process. Shuying said that the number of ghost puppets in his hands was no less than that of the bone puppet army of Yasha, and his ghost puppets were more powerful. If a fight really broke out, he would have a high chance of winning. But Yang Rongrong thought fighting was too troublesome. Not only did it require a lot of manpower, it was also extremely time-consuming. She is very busy now and has a lot of things to do, so she doesn't have time to stay here for too long. So she planned to make a quick decision. Shuying asked her how she planned to end the battle quickly? Yang Rongrong's answer was very simple and crude. "To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. I will sneak into Honglian City, find Yasha, and then kill him." Shuying reminded: "Honglian City is now under the control of Yasha. His men are everywhere inside and outside the city. You can't get in. Even if you manage to sneak in, it will be difficult for you to find Yasha. Yasha is very cautious and never shows his face in front of others easily." Yang Rongrong took out a pen from her Qiankun bag and smiled: "This is what we need." Shuying looked at the pen in her hand, with its grayish-white feathers, snow-white thin shaft, and a hint of gold on the tip. It was the crane feather pen left behind by He Bieqing after his death. This pen has the powerful power to influence the law of cause and effect and is a rare and top-grade magic weapon. Shu Ying frowned: "I remember this pen is He Bieqing's life magic weapon, no one else can use it except him." “I can’t really use it directly, but I can integrate it into the Xuanji pen.” As Yang Rongrong spoke, she took out a jade-colored brush, which was her life-saving magic weapon, the Xuanji Pen.

In the world of cultivation, people often fuse two magic weapons to improve their quality. However, this kind of fusion has a chance of failure. The higher the grade of the magic weapon, the higher the chance of failure. If it fails, both magic weapons will be scrapped. Shuying looked at her holding a pen in each hand and was still a little worried. "Although your Xuanji Pen is a top-grade magic weapon, the Crane Feather Pen is also top-grade. The two are evenly matched. You want the Xuanji Pen to devour the Crane Feather Pen. This is too difficult and may be difficult to succeed." Yang Rongrong was very confident: "I once used the Xuanji Pen to modify a story written by the Crane Feather Pen. Although I could only modify a few words, it was enough to show that the Xuanji Pen could suppress the Crane Feather Pen. Now that the Crane Feather Pen has lost its owner, no one uses demonic power to nourish it, and its power is even less than before. The Xuanji Pen is nourished by my spiritual power every day, and its power is growing day by day. With this increase and decrease, the chance of the two merging successfully should be quite high." Shuying knew that she would not give up unless she tried, so he said, "Then you should give it a try." So that day Yang Rongrong began to refine the Crane Feather Pen, preparing to suppress the power of the Crane Feather Pen to the lowest level first, and then let the Xuanji Pen devour it. The process sounds simple, but it is extremely demanding on your mind and energy. Yang Rongrong stayed indoors for seven whole days before she completed the refining. Then she threw the Xuan Ji Pen into the refining furnace, activated her spiritual power, and let the Xuan Ji Pen devour the He Yu Pen bit by bit. Another seven days passed before the door was opened. She walked out of the house holding a brand new Xuanji pen. Shuying saw that although she looked tired, her eyes were full of smiles, so he knew that she must have succeeded. He immediately felt relieved. Yang Rongrong picked up the Xuanji pen and showed it to him, her tone quite proud: "I told you I can do it, right?!" The originally jade-colored Xuanji pen is now coated with a layer of light golden light, and a small white crane feather hangs at the end of the pen. She moved her fingers, and the Xuanji pen turned in a circle along with her fingers. The light golden stream became more and more dazzling, as dazzling as a shooting star. Shuying rarely saw her childish side and thought it was so adorable, so he praised her sincerely. "Yaoyao is really amazing." Yang Rongrong realized belatedly that she was being too childish, like a little kid seeking praise, so she quickly put away her smile and coughed twice. She couldn't be so proud because she still had important things to do. Today is the day when Yasha holds the ceremony of offering sacrifice to the sky. Without further delay, Yang Rongrong and Shuying set off immediately. Liu Lang refused to be left behind and insisted on going with them. Seeing Liu Lang was about to leave, Mu Tou and Tun Tun also wanted to go together. So Yang Rongrong took the three boys with her. They were wrapped in dark clouds and moved forward rapidly, covering a great distance in a day, and soon arrived at Honglian City. Instead of entering the city, they landed on a hill not far from Honglian City. The group disguised themselves as a ghost cultivator couple with three children. Today, Honglian City held a ceremony to worship the heavens, and Yasha sent out invitations widely. Any ghost cultivator who was willing to join his command, regardless of their cultivation level or status, could enter the city to watch the ceremony.

Therefore, the city gates are wide open today, which is the best opportunity to sneak in. But when Yang Rongrong and his group arrived near the city gate, they saw many ghost cultivators and bone puppets guarding the gate. Anyone entering the city, no matter who they were, had to undergo strict inspection, and if anyone was found to be wrong, they would be killed on the spot! They also set up a small magic circle at the door to identify the true identity of the visitors. Yang Rongrong picked up the pen and wrote in the air: "Yang Rongrong encountered a ghost cultivator who was about to enter Honglian City near the city gate. He suddenly fainted due to feeling unwell. Yang Rongrong stepped forward to help him and took the invitation letter from his hand." The golden words floated in the air and disappeared after a moment. Then she heard a thud and a ghost cultivator in front of her fainted on the ground. Yang Rongrong ran over happily, pretending to be kind enough to help the ghost cultivator, and quietly took the invitation letter from his hand.