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Chapter 151: Better to Beg for a Sword Than to Love a Throne
In the desolate mountain range.
A black shadow kept flashing and finally converged into a black-robed figure.
The black-robed man looked around and then stopped.
"Damn it! The bloodline power failed!"
"Mo Wudao is really a waste…"
"I have to inform His Highness immediately!"
"Leave? Do you think you can still leave?"
"Who?"
The black-robed man heard the voice and immediately assumed an attacking stance.
On a large tree at the side, Su Xing, who was leaning on a branch, yawned.
He jumped down from the large tree and immediately walked towards the black-robed man.
"Speak, who sent you here?"
"You're courting death! !"
Seeing that the person who came was merely a handsome youth, the black-robed man emitted a dense killing intent.
He thought that he had been discovered, but he was shocked by the young man.
The black-robed man spat out a red light and shot toward Su Xing.
"Humph! An ant-like thing dares to block my way."
Seeing that the attack had landed on Su Xing, the black-robed man turned around and wanted to leave, but he suddenly stopped.
"How is this possible? Are you a human or a Ghost?"
The black-robed man could not help but be surprised. When the tribulation transcension stage attack landed on Su Xing's body, other than the sparks that appeared, it actually did not cause any substantial damage.
What made him even more terrified was that Su Xing actually smiled.
Holy Sh * t!
Seeing this situation, the black-robed man subconsciously turned around and ran.
"You want to leave so easily? Come back here!"
As soon as his voice fell, the black-robed man who had already fled thousands of feet felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he was pushed back to his original place.
Shock!
Other than shock, the black-robed man had no other thoughts at this time.
"Hey! Why are you standing there like a Fool? Answer my question."
"Who sent you here? Why did you attack my junior sister?"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you…"
When the black-robed man heard Su Xing's question, he almost subconsciously told him what he knew.
Oh! It was him!
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Su Xing took out a token from his storage ring and played with it.
"Chen Youliang, the holy son of the demon race that is rarely seen in a hundred years?"
"The bloodline of the human emperor is their target. This target is too low!"
Su Xing turned his head to look at the black-robed man who was standing obediently at the side.
"Do you want to die or live?"
"Of course I want to live. Mighty figure, please spare my life. I will definitely do my best for you."
It was fine if he did his best to die, but if others knew that he had taken in various demon underlings, it would not be good for his reputation.
However, it was indeed useful to keep this person alive.
Su Xing thought for a while and finally let him go.
..
On the other side.
Dafeng dynasty, in the main hall.
Mo Yuanqing was surrounded by an impenetrable crowd.
"What are you doing? If you want to hurt my senior sister, you have to go through Ling 'er First!"
Su Yan 'er stopped Shen yaoling and said in a low voice.
"They don't seem to have any ill intentions towards third junior sister. Let's take a look first!"
More than ten officials supported one of the officials with the bandage on his head and quickly walked into the main hall.
When they saw the scene in front of them, they immediately berated loudly.
"How dare you! Who asked you to be so rude to the ninth Princess!"
"Ninth princess, your subject came late due to alcohol. Please forgive me, Ninth Princess."
After the surrounding soldiers retreated, the official with the bandage on his head stepped forward and saluted with one knee.
"Prime Minister, Wang Qianji pays his respects to the ninth Princess!"
"We pay our respects to the ninth Princess!"
Following that, dozens of officials rushed into the hall and saluted Mo Yuanqing, who was in the center of the hall.
Shen yaoling sighed.
"Wow! Senior sister is so impressive!"
"Impressive? I used to be even more impressive than this,"Su Yan 'er said faintly.
"Senior sister Yan 'er, are you also a Princess?"
Princess? I am the Empress.
Su Yan 'er smiled, and a proud look appeared on her face.
When the civil and military officials heard that Mo Wudao had been killed, no matter what intentions they had, they all obediently came to the main hall at this moment.
Mo Wudao's originally brutal methods made these officials dare to be angry but not dare to speak out. The officials under him were treading on thin ice every day, afraid that they would be assassinated if anything went wrong.
Ever since the new emperor ascended to the throne, both the officials and the people were full of complaints.
And his blockade of the capital city, ignoring the entire nation's people, was even more disappointing.
Hearing about Mo Wudao's death, all the officials were secretly delighted.
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"All of you, get up. I am now a disciple of the Sunset Peak, not some ninth princess."
"The ninth princess has the blood of the Dafeng royal family flowing in her. She will forever be the Dafeng Princess."
The leader, Wang Qianqi, was supported forward.
"The people of Dafeng are in deep trouble. Ninth Princess, please consider the bigger picture and return to Dafeng to preside over the bigger picture."
"For the people of Dafeng and for the hard work of Dafeng's ancestors, please agree to this request!"
No matter where one went, martial arts was the rule.
Mo Yuqing had the ability to defeat the new emperor, and she had the blood of the royal family. Now that Mo Wudao was dead, she was the most suitable candidate for the new emperor.
The Great Feng dynasty could also break the current situation of cowardice.
Therefore, the officials of Wang Qianqi's faction supported Mo Yuanqing to become the new emperor.
"Not interested. Find someone else!"
Mo Yuanqing walked to the side of Su Yan 'er and Su Yan 'er. Only then did she realize that senior brother Su Xing had disappeared.
"Senior sister, Senior Brother Is Gone?"
"Senior brother said he had something to do and went out. He will be back soon."
"That's right, third senior sister. Let's sit here and wait for senior brother!"
Seeing this, the other officials brought over chairs and let the three of them sit down.
Looking at them busily fawning over them, Mo Yuanqing seemed to turn a blind eye.
He just silently wiped the black iron sword in his hand.
On the other hand, Shen yaoling was having a great time. One moment she wanted to eat fruit, the next she wanted to eat some special products.
The officials ran up and down nonstop.
Wang Qianqi had been standing at the side, as if waiting for something.
Mo Yuan said coldly, "Prime Minister Wang, we are here to let Dafeng send troops to defend against the demons. You can make the decision on this matter, right?"
"Ninth princess, all the military power is in the hands of his majesty. Although I have the heart, I am powerless!"
When the officials heard this, they also briefly described the matter of Wang Qianqi kowtowing and bleeding in the court.
When Mo Yuanqing heard this, the coldness on her face slightly disappeared.
She looked at the thick gauze wrapped around Wang Qianqi's head and immediately said.
"Prime Minister Wang, you are a good official. You can manage the great Feng dynasty very well."
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.
Especially Wang Qianqi, his expression changed immediately.
"Ninth princess, don't make such a joke. I have no such intentions."
"We are loyal to the great Feng Imperial Family and have no other intentions. Ninth Princess, please understand!"
Mo Yuanqing did not expect that a single sentence would cause them to be so flustered and did not say anything more for a moment.
She knew that these officials had been deeply ingrained in their beliefs for generations, their loyalty to the grand consecration imperial family. At this moment, if they were to appoint someone other than the imperial family as the emperor, they would definitely not accept it.
However, what did this have to do with her!
As long as she allowed the grand consecration to send troops to resist the demons, she would be fine. As for the rest, she would let them settle it on their own!
Grand Consecration Imperial Family?
Far less attractive than the black iron sword in her hand!
Chapter 152: Junior Sister Mo Yuanqing's Decision
"Report!"
Outside the Great Hall, a black-armored soldier hurriedly walked in.
Seeing the scene of hundreds of officials surrounding him, he immediately reported his findings to them.
"Your Majesty, the Red Leaf City 300 miles away has been attacked by the demons. They have sent out people toseek help."
"Got it. Go down!"
Wang Qianqi said with a dark face.
"Prime Minister Wang, Your Majesty hasn't said anything yet?"
"Your Majesty has his own priorities. Settle the people who are asking for help first. Go back!"
The messenger soldier left in confusion.
When the news that the city had been attacked by the demons came out, the ministers were in an uproar.
"Sigh! Several cities have already been attacked by the demons. What should we do if this continues?"
"That's right. We are safe and sound, but it will be hard on the people of Great Feng outside the Imperial City."
"Now that the Great Feng Empire is in a leaderless state, if this continues…"
Although that person did not finish his sentence, everyone understood what he meant.
Whether intentionally or not, everyone's gaze drifted to Mo Yuanqing, who was hugging her longsword.
Her cultivation level was high, and she was upright. She also had the support of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect behind him.
Now, the only person who could save Great Feng was the ninth princess herself!
Thinking of this, Wang Qianqi knelt down on one knee and said loudly.
"Ninth princess, please inherit the throne and remove the demons for the Great Feng Empire. Return the people of the world to a bright future!"
After saying this, everyone thought of the scene of the demons attacking the Imperial Capital. They fell to the ground and shouted loudly and repeatedly :
"Ninth princess, please inherit the throne, eliminate the demons for Great Feng, and return the common people of the world a bright future!"
"Ninth princess, please inherit the throne, eliminate the demons for Great Feng, and return the common people of the world a bright future!"
"Ninth princess, please inherit the throne, eliminate the demons for Great Feng, and return the common people of the world a bright future!"
"…"
In the main hall, the prayers of the officials rang out in all directions.
Even Su Yan'er and Shen Yaoling were moved. With the birth of the demon race, the world had fallen into chaos. They had seen too many tragedies along the way.
Although they could save one, they could not save all the people in the world.
After all, the ability of an individual was limited.
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In order to completely save the creatures of the Eastern Wastelands, all the factions needed to participate. This should be the reason why Zhuang Changhe sent them here.
When people united, even the mountains could be shifted.
Everyone knew the reason, but this was Mo Yuanqing's personal matter. In the end, it was still up to her.
At this moment, Su Xing's voice suddenly came from outside the hall. "Hey! What are you doing? Are you choosing Junior Sister Qing'er as the new emperor?"
Although Su Xing's voice was not very loud, it instantly suppressed the pleas of the officials, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.
Everyone was stunned.
"No way, did I guess it right?"
Seeing Su Xing's depressed expression, Shen Yaoling ran over and tugged at the corner of his shirt.
"Senior Brother, only the emperor has the ability to mobilize the entire army in the Great Feng dynasty, and there is no emperor in Great Feng right now, so this group of officials wants third Senior Sister to temporarily take the place of the emperor."
"Yes, that's right! That's right!"
Shen Yaoling nodded her head as if it was simply a casual fact.
The city officials: "…"
Wang Qianqi quickly stood up and said, "The ninth princess is not temporarily taking her place, but officially inheriting the throne!"
Whew!
The civil and military officials slowly let out a sigh of relief. The ninth princess' Junior Sister's words were really easy to cause misunderstandings. Fortunately, Prime Minister Wang had explained.
Su Xing glanced at the officials in the hall, then walked through the crowd to stand in front of Mo Yuanqing.
"Junior Sister Qing'er, what do you think? Do you want to be the emperor?"
"If you want to be the emperor, Senior Brother will definitely support you!"
This was a multiple choice question, and there were only two answers.
Yes or no.
However, Mo Yuanqing did not directly answer. Instead, she seriously looked at Su Xing's eyes.
"Senior Brother Su Xing, what do you think?"
Uh…
Who was asking who now? Su Xing scratched his head.
Junior Sister Mo Yuanqing's actions were too unconventional!
But then again, what did she mean by this?
Although they had indeed come here to send troops to Great Feng Empire, there was no need for them to get involved with a Junior Sister. However, if she wanted to stay here and become the empress, it would be a good choice.
Of course, this still depended on the Junior Sister's own choice. As her Senior Brother, he could not interfere too much.
Su Xing thought for a moment and said with a smile.
"Senior Brother thinks that it's not bad that you can become the lord of Great Feng Empire, but…"
"Alright, Senior Brother thinks it's not bad, then I'll listen to Senior Brother!"
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Su Xing: "…"
You agreed without even finishing your sentence. Were all the youngsters nowadays this rash?
"Junior Sister Mo Yuanqing, Why don't you reconsider?"
Upon hearing this, the officials who were originally filled with joy suddenly revealed a trace of anxiety on their faces.
Everyone's gaze turned towards the figure who was slowly wiping his longsword.
"There's no need. I believe in Senior Brother."
The officials straightened their clothes and bowed.
"We pay our respects to Her Majesty. Under Her Majesty's leadership, this is for the prosperity of the people!"
"We pay our respects to Her Majesty. Under Her Majesty's leadership, this is for the prosperity of the people!"
"We pay our respects to Your Majesty and receive your guidance. This is for the prosperity of the people!"
…
Su Xing tactfully retreated to the side and the corners of his mouth curled up.
His Junior Sister was indeed concerned about the people. Just like her beautiful Master, she was sharp-tongued but still soft-hearted.
On the surface, she was indifferent, but in her heart, she knew better than anyone else!
No one had expected that in just a short year, Great Feng dynasty had changed three emperors so frequently, and the one who was about to take office was the first female emperor in the Great Feng Empire's history!
What happened next in Great Feng's home ground was the coronation of Mo Yuanqing.
Because the people of Great Feng Dynasty were still in dire straits, the succession ceremony this time was not held ceremoniously. Instead, according to Mo Yuanqing's wishes, all the festivities were simplified.
This made Wang Qianji's people sigh that the Great Feng Dynasty had met a wise ruler. The officials who originally had some complaints about Mo Yuanqing also began to gradually have a change of hearts.
Half a day later, an imperial order began to spread everywhere.
The demons were causing chaos everywhere, while Mo Wudao had been keeping his troops low. This had long caused the soldiers who were impatiently grinding their fists and rubbing their palms to be filled with anger.
Now that the imperial order had been given, the 300,000 black armored soldiers were like hungry tigers waiting to pounce on their prey. They led their troops into the operation to resist the demons.
The appearance of the Great Feng Black Armored Army greatly eased the pressure in various places. For a time, the demons in the Great Feng Dynasty also felt an unprecedented pressure.
…
At the same time, in a dark underground area.
In the Great Hall of the demons.
Many demon experts gathered, waiting for the next order.
"Reporting to your highness, we have already captured 150,000 creatures. However, we are still lacking some materials."
"Recently, a group of sect disciples has appeared, causing quite a bit of damage to our initial operation!"
"Oh right, the Great Feng Empire has already changed their leader. Now, they have changed from their previous style of hiding and have started to go against the demon army everywhere. Many demon squads have been caught unprepared and suffered heavy casualties!"
Chen Youliang replied indifferently, as if he was not surprised at all.
"Tell our messenger who sneaked into Great Feng to come and see me."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Chapter 153: Differential Treatment of the Demons
"Your subordinate, the lurker in Great Feng Empire, Chen San, greets Your Highness the Holy Son!"
A black-robed man walked into the main hall with trepidation and bowed to Chen Youliang.
"You are the messenger sent to Great Feng?"
"Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, it is indeed your subordinate."
Chen Youliang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a line of blood formed in his crimson eyes. "Tell me about Great Feng's recent situation!"
Chen Youliang's voice was dry and flat, making it difficult for others to understand what were his thoughts.
Chen San had no choice but to bite the bullet and read his prepared speech from beginning to end.
"Are you done?"
Chen San lowered his head and responded.
"Your Highness, this is the situation."
"Mo Wudao did not proceed according to the plan. When I arrived, he was already killed. The person who killed him was the ninth princess, Mo Yuanqing. In front of the Holy Son, I swear what I said is true. Please understand, Your Highness."
The black-robed man buried his head deep into the ground. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell on the floor.
Everyone in the demon race knew that the holy son was temperamental. Although Chen San the lurker was well-prepared, he could not help but feel worried.
Chen Youliang said indifferently, "Well, this matter is Mo Wudao's own decision and has nothing to do with you. You can leave first!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Chen San controlled his perturbed mood and left the hall with his head lowered.
"Great Feng Dynasty, Mo Yuanqing, huh!" Chen Youliang snorted coldly.
A demon leader stepped forward and said.
"Your Highness, Great Feng is now out of control and will certainly affect your highness' grand plan."
"Why don't I lead a group of people to behead Great Feng's new emperor? When Great Feng is leaderless, we'll take the opportunity to nibble away at their power. This area of several thousand miles will fall into our control. What do you think, Your Highness?"
"There's no need. Mo Yuanqing has a mysterious expert protecting her. You don't have to get involved in this mess!"
Chen Youliang gently waved the feather fan in his hand and leaned against the throne with his eyes closed.
"Oh right, pay more attention recently. Make up all the sacrifices and materials as soon as possible. The operation will officially begin in a month."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The group of black-robed men replied in unison.
"Then, Your Highness, what should we do now?"
Chen Youliang waved his hand, indicating that they should not disturb him. Upon seeing this, the group of black-robed men respectfully retreated, not daring to make a single sound.
A moment later.
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A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.
"Mo Yuanqing, in a month's time, the bloodline power in your body will also be mine. hehehe!"
…
The scene changed, and they arrived in a dark dungeon. This was the place where the demons used to lock up prisoners. Everything was pitch-black, and only chaotic shouts echoed in the air.
"Let me out!"
"I am the Sect Master of the Changshan Sect. Aren't you afraid of inviting disaster if you dare to lock me up?!"
"Ah~"
"I am the Sect Master of the Qingshui Sect. Let me out quickly…"
"Who are you? What kind of heroes are you hiding in the shadows? If you have the ability, tell me your names."
At this moment, a few black-robed men walked out from the depths of the darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A bright long saber slammed against the bars of the prison cell. "What are you arguing about? If you continue to argue, I will feed you to the wild beasts!"
"You are already prisoners. Do you still think that you are high and mighty figures who have the right to demand anything? All of you better behave yourselves."
The surroundings fell silent for a moment before someone asked.
"We have no enmity with you. Why did you trap us here? Who are you people?"
Most of the people in the cell were caught for no reason. They had no idea when they had offended these black-robed men, let alone their origins.
They had been imprisoned for a few months, but this was the first time someone had come out to respond. So they wanted to know what was going on.
"Don't ask anymore. If you ask, there's a grudge. As for what kind of grudge, you'll know in a month."
After patrolling around, a few black-robed men threw down some food and disappeared into the darkness.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean? Tell us clearly before you leave!"
"Don't waste your energy. If they wanted us to know, they wouldn't have dragged it out until now."
"It's just that our cultivation has been sealed and we have lost the ability to abstain from grain. They were afraid that we would starve to death so they sent some food in."
"Food? This is called food?"
In the dim vision, there was a rancid steamed bun placed at the entrance of each cell. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"Bah, bah, bah! It's hard to swallow. Even if I starve to death, I won't eat this vulgar thing."
After a short while.
The cell was filled with rustling sounds, and the sounds of wolfing down food could be heard.
"…"
A few black-robed men left the dungeon and directly entered a secret room through the mechanism.
"Hey! Wake up and eat something, quickly wake up."
Grade-three spirit rabbit meat, thousand year-old mushroom soup, crystal clear eight treasures duck, and even a bottle of medicinal wine brewed from spirit herbs…
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The appearance of this food was first-rate, and the quality fragrance permeated the air!
The difference in treatment between the prisoners and the food here could be described as the difference between heaven and earth.
The clanging of chains sounded, and a scrawny figure stood up from the corner.
"Hmph! Take it away, I don't have an appetite today."
"Aiyo, have you grown a temper?"
"Mo Shenghong, I advise you to eat obediently. You won't have such good treatment next month."
"What do you mean? Is Chen Youliang finally going to kill me?"
"Hahaha, I can't wait for that!"
The black-robed man placed the food on the table and pushed a bamboo pole in front of Mo Shenghong.
"That's not something I should know about. Do your best. I'll come back later to pack my things."
Although Mo Shenghong was already so weak that he looked like a skeleton, the few of them still did not forget to be wary of him. Last time, there was an unlucky fellow who had his neck broken because of his carelessness. They did not want to repeat the same mistake.
After the few black-robed men finished delivering the food, they left the secret room in a hurry.
After they left, an old man's voice sounded in the secret room again.
"Friend, I don't want anything else to eat. Give me that bottle of wine to quench my craving. I Can't take it anymore. The liquor worm in my stomach is starting to make a fuss again."
Mo Shenghong did not say much when he heard that. The chain in his hand wrapped around the bottle and with a strong force, the bottle was thrown onto the wall behind him.
The expected shattering sound did not come. The wine bottle went straight into the wall, as if it had passed through to another world.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
"Hahaha! The wine is not bad. Although it is not as rich as the hundred flowers wine, it still has a special flavor."
"I didn't expect that there would be someone who could brew such a good wine among this demon child. I'll have the chance to see it tomorrow."
Mo Shenghong: "…"
You still want to see the demon wine brewer? Why don't you meet the demon emperor?
They were both prisoners, but why did it feel like the person opposite them was even more ignorant of the situation than him?
After eating and drinking, a burst of singing came from the other side of the wall.
"There are the sharpest swords in the world, and the endless night shows the arrogance of our youth.
The Sea is bright with the full moon, but the years of the human world are mottled, and one can look back
Take in a glass of wine, don't sleep at night, and tell no one.
There is the loneliest steed in the world, the white snow has frozen our blood.
Envy the beauty of the mortal world, the red candles on Yantai are even more intoxicating, but the words are good
Three Cups of two cups of light wine, drunk tonight, the past need not be measured…"
Chivalrous songs penetrated the walls and echoed in the empty secret room.
Like a trickle of water, the singing never stopped.
Chapter 154: The Recent Situation of the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect
Three days later.
The Mysterious Sky Sword Sect, on the Nine Peaks Training Field.
The sound of martial cries rang out, like the roars of a tiger and the roars of a dragon, shaking the entire sky.
Ever since the time the six great sects had retreated, the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect had returned to its usual state.
Most of the elite disciples had been sent to various places to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, so the sect had suddenly become a vacant, empty of people.
At this time, other than in the training field, it was basically difficult to see people from other places loitering around.
In the Nine Peaks Training Square.
Thousands of Foundation Establishment Disciples were brandishing their swords at the same time. Their movements were neat and uniform. The scene was spectacular and spellbinding.
Zhuang Changhe stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back and looked at the disciples in the field.
"Your Senior Brothers, your elders have already left the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the path. If there is a need, you will also participate in this catastrophe."
"If we send you down the mountain now, with your current strength, there is only one outcome, and that is death!"
"So, the fact that you are able to stay on the mountain does not mean that you can hide in the mountain gate and have no worries. Instead, I hope that you can use this opportunity to grow up as soon as possible."
"Now, your Senior Brothers and your elders are all fighting for more time for you in front."
"So? What should you do?"
After Zhuang Changhe finished speaking, he glanced at the disciples in the arena with a very serious expression.
After the last move, all the disciples put away their swords and stood up. "We will work hard and strive to get down the mountain as soon as possible."
"…"
"Get down the mountain? What's the purpose of going down the mountain?" Zhuang Changhe asked again in a clear voice.
"Get rid of the demons, defend the righteous path, and defend the name of the human race!"
Although their words were a little exaggerated, Zhuang Changhe felt quite at ease listening to their enthusiasm.
He said with a loud laugh.
"Good! I'll wait for that day."
There were more than ten thousand disciples of the Blackheaven Sword Sect, and most of their elite combatants had been sent down the mountain. Now, other than some disciples with low cultivation bases, only the upper echelons of the Blackheaven Sword Sect were left.
It was not that they were unwilling to go down the mountain, but it was because there were things in the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect that needed them to stay and protect.
However, from the news that came from the voice transmission talisman, everything seemed to be progressing smoothly.
Although they had lost a small number of disciples and elders, the demons within a thousand miles around the mysterious heavenly sword sect had also been thwarted.
Recently, Great Feng's forces had also attacked one after another, which eased some of the pressure on the disciples of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect.
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Although it was just a drop in the bucket for the entire Eastern Wastelands, it was already the limit of what they could do at the moment.
They hoped that the six great sects could put aside their personal grudges and focus on eliminating the demons.
The seal at the bottom of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect's cliff was extremely important. Although the demons had not made any obvious moves yet, Zhuang Changhe still had some faint worries in his heart.
The current situation was still not optimistic!
Zhuang Changhe waved his hand, indicating for the disciples to continue cultivating. Then, he turned around and left the training ground.
…
At the Sunset Peak, in a pavilion.
Zhuang Changhe and Bai Xueling were sitting opposite each other in the pavilion.
"Junior Sister Ling'er, what do you think the demons are planning?"
"If they want to break the seal and release the demon army, why is our sect not attacked by the demons? If they want to develop the demon faction wantonly, now that they have come out so brazenly, it makes people suspect that they have other intentions."
"Something's wrong, something's very wrong."
The group of higher-ups analyzed the situation again and again, and still could not find the reason, so Zhuang Changhe could only come to Bai Xueling's place to look for inspiration.
Not far away, Li Yiyi was holding a long sword and concentrating on cultivating her sword technique.
It seemed that she had improved quite a bit recently, and her cultivation base had also reached the great circle of the Golden Core Realm.
A trace of admiration appeared in Bai Xueling's eyes as she retracted her gaze and said : "Who said that the demon race didn't target the Blackheaven Sword sect? It's just that they didn't personally make a move."
"Junior Sister, you mean…"
Hearing Bai Xueling's words, Zhuang Changhe's gaze froze, as if he suddenly thought of something.
"Junior Sister Ling'er, you mean that the six great sects ganging up on our Blackheaven Sword sect is related to the demon race?"
Bai xueling nodded her head casually.
A bold idea appeared in her mind, and Zhuang Changhe came to a sudden realization.
"That's right. Among the deaths of the six great sects' Sect Masters, the demon race is the one who benefited the most. Other than that, they can also take this opportunity to use the six great sects as their weapons, so that we sects and factions can only see each other's internal strife, while they can sit back and reap the benefits."
"Think about it. When our great sects fight, no matter which side loses in the end, it will greatly weaken the strength of the human race. When that time comes, let's see who will be able to resist the erosion of the demon clan."
Thinking of this, Zhuang Changhe clapped his hands suddenly.
"These demon clans with cunning natures, what a plan to kill two birds with one stone. What a good plan."
"If it were not for the appearance of the protective illusory formation, the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect would have fallen into the trap."
Zhuang Changhe and everyone knew that although the sect-protecting formation was powerful, it would not be able to hold out for too long. However, the sudden appearance of the illusory Black Tortoise was something that they had not expected.
"Junior Sister, is the sect-protecting formation related to you?"
Thinking of the illusory figure of that huge tortoise, Bai Xueling shook her head.
"It's related to the Immortal-level formation at the bottom of the cliff. Currently, there are only these assumptions."
Immortal formation?! Then, Zhuang Changhe understood.
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It was indeed possible for a formation spirit to appear in the Immortal formation, and the Black Tortoise Phantom should be the formation spirit itself.
However, who was controlling the formation and who was the other party?
There was only one thing that was certain. That person should be from the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, because that was the only way to explain it.
Just as the two of them were talking, a spiritual energy fluctuation appeared not far away.
This was a Heaven-grade sword skill. It was a spiritual sword skill, the work of Bai Xueling.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A dark blue sword energy condensed and shot out in many directions. An ancient tree a dozen or so meters away was cut in half. However, the sword energy did not stop. It only dissipated after cutting a dozen trees in one go.
Bai Xueling arrived in front of Li Yiyi in a flash and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yiyi has performed well these few days. When you can condense the sword energy and not disperse, it will be the time for you to enter the Nascent Soul Stage."
"Yes, Master!" Li Yiyi bowed respectfully, her eyes full of joy.
She had chosen to come to the Sunset Peak to become stronger, and in just a few days, she had touched the gate of the Nascent Soul Stage, which made her look forward to further progress.
At this time, Zhuang Changhe also walked out. Looking at the destructive power caused by Li Yiyi's sword, he could not help but show a hint of pride.
"Haha, Yiyi, when you left Thunder Peak, your old master's face turned black." As if recalling the scene at that time, Zhuang Changhe's expression was a little strange.
"But now that you've improved so much, those guys don't dare to say anything. You can just focus on cultivating at Sunset Peak. If you need anything, just let Martial Uncle know. When the time comes, I'll get the resource hall to send it over to you."
Bai Xueling said indifferently, "Our Sunset Peak doesn't lack resources either. Thank you for your kindness, Sect Master."
Li Yiyi also smiled politely at this.
Ugh…
When Su Xing was on the Sunset Peak, the back mountain had been filled with all kinds of high-grade spirit herbs that he had planted. There were also many spirit fish in the fish pond too that could improve one's physique. If one were to talk about resources…
Even if the Sunset Peak accepted thousands of disciples at the same time, the resources on hand would be more than enough.
Zhuang Changhe was stunned for a moment and could not help but sigh.
"Cough cough… this Martial Nephew of mine, Su Xing, is really a capable person who works hard!"
Was this something that an ordinary person could do? Planting spiritual herbs, cultivating spiritual fishes, and raising poultry. This Sunset Peak was almost comparable to a resource production base!
After staying on the Sunset Peak for a while, Zhuang Changhe left in a hurry. If he stayed any longer, he would start to doubt his own life!
"Master, what happened to Sect Master?" Li Yiyi was a little puzzled.
"Oh! Maybe he was hit by a blow."
Bai Xueling raised her head and looked at the sky. The sun was already high in the sky.
Yes! It was time to eat!
"Yiyi, your Senior Brother Su Xing hasn't returned yet. I'll leave today's breakfast to you." After taking a few steps, she turned her head and said, "Oh right, go to the fish pond and catch a few spiritual fish. I've been craving for fish recently."
"Yes! Master!"
Li Yiyi responded with a strange expression.
Chapter 155: The Discovery of the Six Great Sects
At this moment, there was a clamor in the meeting hall of the Clear Water Sect.
"Running away at the last minute and putting us in danger, what was our Clear Water Sect thinking?"
"If I had to say it, this was the result of Yin Yijun communicating with the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect! It's obvious that he wants to set us up."
"Great Elder Yin, aren't you going to come out and just say it clearly now?"
"The Great Elder is dealing with something important. If you have something important to say, you can wait for the Great Elder to come over."
"If you say he has something to say, then it means he has something to say. Quick, let him out…"
In the meeting hall of the Clear Water Sect, two groups of people were at odds, and they had their daggers drawn.
One of them was the group of elders of the Clear Water Sect, and the other was the group of people from the various sects that had fled back from accusing the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect.
It was obvious that the Clear Water Sect was still in a disadvantageous position in terms of numbers.
Just as they were arguing endlessly, Yin Yijun and the boy strode in from outside the hall.
"In broad daylight, who is making a ruckus in our Clear Water Sect?!"
Seeing that the main character had arrived, everyone immediately quieted down.
The originally overbearing aura that was in the atmosphere had also stopped at this moment. The speed of this change made the elders of the Clear Water Sect secretly curse in their hearts.
No matter what, the Clear Water Sect was the leader of the ten great sects. Its disciples' foundation and strength were incomparable to the other sects. At this moment, no one dared to be presumptuous in the face of the number two figure of the Clear Water Sect.
Yin Yijun walked forward and looked at everyone present.
After pondering for a moment, he slowly said.
"I know why you are here."
"However, there is something fishy about the death of the sect masters of the six great sects. Perhaps they were not killed by the people of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect after all."
The moment the news was released, everyone present was in an uproar.
"What? He actually said that there was something fishy about the death of the sect masters?"
"How is that possible? But all the evidence points to the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect. Isn't this enough to prove their evil deeds?"
When Daoist Wuxin heard this, a strange look flashed across his eyes. He walked out from the crowd and asked tentatively.
"Hehe, Great Elder Yin, do you have any evidence to back up your words?"
"Anyone can speak empty words, but everything requires evidence."
Upon hearing this, everyone came to their senses.
"That's right. If you have new evidence, please bring it out!
"If you can bring out evidence to prove that it has nothing to do with the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, we won't pursue this matter further."
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Everyone: "…"
F*ck, what's there to pursue? !
When the others heard this, their bodies involuntarily trembled.
The scene in front of the Blackheaven Sword Sect's mountain gate was still vivid in their minds. The powerful Black Tortoise Phantom and that mysterious warning voice, just thinking about it now made people fearful.
Having just escaped from the Blackheaven Sword Sect, they did not want to go back and face that suffocating pressure.
Everyone tacitly did not mention what happened in the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect. That incident was like a taboo, so they refused to talk about it, nor did they dare to talk about it.
That was why Daoist Wuxin and the others vented their anger on the Clear Water Sect, which had escaped without a fight.
Now, they had heard from Yin Yijun that there was something strange with the death of the sect masters of the six great sects. They were looking for the wrong person.
For some reason, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"…"
The hall of the Clear Water Sect suddenly became quiet.
Yin Yijun's gaze faintly drifted toward Daoist Wuxin, indicating for the accompanying disciples to present something.
In a moment, a large bronze bell appeared in front of everyone.
"A bronze bell? What does this mean?"
The various elders were confused as they sized up this ordinary bronze bell.
Wasn't it said that the six sect masters had already died? Why did they need a bronze bell?
Just as the elders of the various sects were still suspicious, Daoist Wuxin's expression turned ugly.
Although he did not know what Yin Yijun was up to, he suddenly had an uneasy premonition.
Dong!
The copper bell fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
At this time.
Yin Yijun walked to the copper bell.
"Do you know what this is?"
The elders looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.
"Elder Yin, don't talk in riddles. Just say what you want to say."
"Yeah, isn't this just a low-level copper bell spiritual artifact? What's there to see?"
Yin Yijun smiled and used a special method to inject his spiritual energy into the copper bell.
Dong, dong, dong!
The heavy bell chimes sounded one after another, and an illusory shadow appeared on the body of the bell.
That illusory shadow had white hair and a childlike face, and was dressed in white…
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It looked exactly the same as the dead sect master of the Clear Water Sect, Yin Buping! It should be said that it was exactly Yin Buping's own appearance.
"Soul imprint!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
A Soul Imprint was the source of a cultivator's soul. It was a method to prove the existence of a cultivator. Usually, when refining a spiritual artifact, the cultivator would put on his own soul imprint to better fuse with the spiritual artifact, the higher the degree of fusion, the stronger the power when used.
In fact, the soul imprint had another function when it was used on the spiritual artifact. It was to bind the spiritual artifact to the cultivator. As long as the personal imprint on the spiritual artifact was still there, the other cultivators wouldn't be able to use the spiritual artifact even if they seized it.
Besides refining the imprint, the only thing that could make the imprint disappear was to kill the owner of the imprint.
Simply put, only when the owner of the imprint died would the spiritual artifact he had become ownerless.
The bronze bell in front of him actually had the imprint left behind by the sect master of the Clear Water Sect. That meant that he wasn't dead at all!
The elders of the various sects who had been running away aggressively to seek an explanation were all stunned at this moment.
The sect masters of the six great sects had left together. Didn't that mean that their sect masters might not have fallen!
No wonder Yin Yijun had left without saying a word. He didn't even give a warning when he left!
However, at this moment, everyone did not have time to think too much. What they were most concerned about was the news of their sect masters.
Yin Yijun carefully observed everyone's reactions and unhurriedly put away the copper bell spiritual artifact.
Other than being stunned, there was also surprise. There was even a strange expression on someone's face.
And the person with the strange expression was Daoist wuxin.
Suddenly, the elder of the Swallow Cloud Sect spoke : "Elder Yin, is your sect master really still alive?"
Mm-hm! It was the real deal!
"The mark on the bronze bell is the best proof. There's no need to say anything else, right?"
Seeing Yin Yijun's confident expression, the other elders began to look for their sect master's spiritual artifacts. Some of them who didn't have any spiritual artifacts began to use voice transmission talismans to contact the sect to look for them.
After a long while, the great hall became quiet again.
"Sigh! The sect master's spiritual artifacts are all in his storage ring. All the spiritual artifacts related to him have disappeared along with the sect master."
"Our sect is the same!"
"But since we have the proof of the spiritual artifacts of the sect master of the Clear Water Sect, it means that there is a chance that the other sect masters are still alive. It's just that we don't have any evidence to prove it now."
"Perhaps no news is the best news."
Everyone was silent…
They were also shocked by Yin Buping's mark just now. The spiritual artifacts of ordinary cultivators were always kept with them wherever they went. There were very few people like Yin Buping who kept their spiritual artifacts in the sect.
Feeling everyone's suspicious gaze, Yin Yijun gave a rare explanation.
"This item was used by the sect master when he was young. He kept it in the cultivation hall as a memento. I never thought that it would come in handy one day."
So that was the case. They never thought that it would come in handy!
Everyone had a complicated look on their faces.
From then on, the various sects agreed to have an additional rule that the sect masters had to keep their magic tools with marks in the sect.
It was said that this strange rule had been passed down as a tradition ever since.