Nothing in the world could be kept a secret forever. On the contrary, the word "secret" would spread faster. Just as Ning Que had expected, Chang 'an had received information about the Rite to Light even before he did. They knew that Chen Pipi was going to be burned to death.
The Rite to Light had not been held for many years. There were so many books in the library cave at the back of the mountain of the Academy, but there were very few records about it. Therefore, people could not understand why the West-Hill Divine Palace wanted to use Chen Pipi as a sacrifice. However, they knew the hidden danger in this matter. Haotian Taoism was using Chen Pipi's life to force the people of the Academy to leave Chang 'an. Of course, their biggest target was Ning Que.
Rare materials from the counties of the Tang Empire were still being sent to the palace. The heavy black horse carriage was still parked in the palace. All the information proved that Ning Que was still in the palace, working with Eldest Brother to repair the God-stunning Array. How could he watch Chen Pipi die?
The people at the back of the mountain of the Academy knew where Ning Que had gone. However, they did not know what decision Ning Que would make due to the long distance. They could not keep waiting. Before Ning Que's letter reached Chang 'an, someone in the back of the mountain had already made his decision without even thinking about it.
Eldest Brother looked at the young and cute girl in front of the hall. He looked at the pair of old leather boots on her feet and the blood-red broadsword in her hand that looked more like an iron rod. After thinking for a while, he said, "Your teacher is not in Chang 'an, so I can't restrict you. But I want you to understand what this decision means."
Yu Lian left the Academy quietly. Only Tang Xiaotang knew where she went. She knew that she could not wait for her teacher or brother. She said respectfully and firmly, "Eldest Uncle, I understand what you mean. However, if I don't go and see, I will not feel at ease."
There were many small stones in her boots and dust on her clothes. For the past six months, she had been cutting stone steps on the precipice of the back of the mountain of the Academy. Whether her teacher was there or not, she had been squatting on the steep stone steps, sweating and fighting tirelessly with the iron rod in her hand against the hard rocks.
When they were on the snow cliff in the Wilderness, her strength was similar to Ye Hongyu's. Now Ye Hongyu was a Grand Cultivator at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State, while she seemed to be stuck at that level. It was not because she lacked talent, but because the cultivation of the Devil's Doctrine and that of Haotian Taoism were very different.
Yu Lian made her jump into the waterfall continuously and suffer continuously. This was the homework that the teacher assigned to the student, and it was also the training that the leader of the Devil's Doctrine gave to the junior. After years of diligent learning and cruel training, the spirit of this girl from the Devil's Doctrine had been tempered to an unimaginable level. However, there was still no qualitative change in her state, because she still needed an opportunity to release her accumulation.
Tang Xiaotang thought that this was the opportunity for her to improve her realm. She wanted to go to Peach Mountain, she wanted to see Chen Pipi, and she would have to face countless dangerous battles. For the cultivators of the Devil's Doctrine, battles were the only way to improve their strength. Only real fierce battles could cultivate the truly powerful.
She was going to be the most powerful woman in the world, so she was never afraid of battle. But when she said goodbye to the Academy, she did not think that even if she became as powerful as Ye Hongyu, she would not be able to break into the Peach Mountain to save Chen Pipi. Even if she could find the true meaning of being a powerhouse in battle, she would not be greeted by the shocked eyes of the cultivation world, but a cold death.
None of that mattered. As she said before, what she sought was peace of mind and battle. If she did not dare to fight, how could she have peace of mind?
Eldest Brother looked at her, as if he was looking at the Third Sister who came to the Academy with their teacher many years ago. She loved wearing green dresses and had a pair of frighteningly mature eyes …
"If you encounter anything, listen to your Youngest Uncle." He ordered.
"If Youngest Uncle makes sense, I will listen to him." Tang Xiaotang said.
She put away the iron rod, dusted herself, and kicked off the gravel on her boots. Then she left Chang 'an and went to the West-Hill Divine Kingdom and that stupid fat man.
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There was wind on the sea, and then waves. The blue sea water kept stirring, looking very uneasy. So there were many uneasy clouds in the blue sky that reflected the color of the sea water.
A black wooden ship broke through the waves from the depths of the sea. None of the fishermen on the shore or the laborers on the docks could see clearly where the black ship had been. They couldn't help but have an abnormally strong feeling, as if the black ship had suddenly leapt out of the sea from the netherworld.
The black ship slowly approached the shore, and the women selling water and food kept shouting. The strange feeling was not as important as survival. But there was no response from the ship. After a while, more than ten people walked down from the black ship, carrying water and food in their hands, and began to distribute them to the poor on the shore.
There were men and women, old and young. The common characteristic was that their skin was very dark, and they wore the common wide-brimmed bamboo hats. They were no different from the fishermen on the South Sea. But what was particularly eye-catching, or rather, glaring, was that they were all wearing red divine robes!
The people on the shore were not wrong. The style of the divine robes was a little old, and the cloth looked a little old. But the insignia that no one dared to forge was absolutely real. Compared to the ordinary divine robes of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the only difference was probably the black ribbon around their waists.
The difference between the divine priests and deacons in the West-Hill Divine Palace was very strict. The red-robed divine priest was a very important figure, especially in the secular world. Usually, a small country would have a red-robed divine priest, and the Great River Kingdom that the town belonged to only had three red-robed divine priests. And the dozen or so men and women who looked like fishermen were all wearing real red divine robes. Could it be that they were all red-robed Divine Officials? How could there be so many bigwigs in the remote South Sea? The people in the town found it hard to believe. What was even more unbelievable was that these red-robed divine priests actually condescended to personally distribute food to the poor!
When had the divine priests in the Divine Hall ever done such a thing?
The news that more than a dozen red-robed divine priests appeared in the South Sea town quickly spread throughout the Great River Kingdom. When the King of the Great River Kingdom and the representative of the Black Ink Garden rushed to the seaside day and night, they found that the red-robed divine priests had already left, and no one knew where they went.
These red-robed divine priests, who looked like fishermen, began to silently walk north after landing on the shore. They purposely chose remote paths to walk, and sometimes directly crossed the mountains and forests, as if they were worried about disturbing the ordinary people.
They stayed overnight by the stream and ate the small salted fish they brought with them. Even if they wanted to ask the people for rice, they would pay. Even if they met the most devout Haotian believers on the road, they would not accept the gold and silver offered by the other party.
Although they wore divine robes, they were not similar to the arrogant divine priests in the West-Hill Divine Palace. Instead, they were more like the ascetic monks in the Yuelun Kingdom, walking silently with pride.
One day, these people came to the Shaoming Lake not far from the Black Ink Garden to take a rest. A young girl raised her head, looked at the beautiful Mogan Mountain, and said, "Is this the legendary Black Ink Garden?"
Probably because they fished in the South Sea all year round and were exposed to the wind and sun, these people in red divine robes all had very dark skin, and a little rough. This young girl was very young, and her skin was relatively light and smoother. Her eyebrows were thick and straight like knives, revealing a healthy and strong aura.
A tall and thin middle-aged man said, "Yes."
The young girl looked at the looming pavilion in the Mogan Mountain and said, "When I was a child, I heard from my uncle that there was a famous Divine Talisman Master here. A few days ago, I heard that his female disciple had also become a Divine Talisman Master. It seems to be a good sect. Should we destroy the Black Ink Garden along the way?"
The Divine Talisman Master was an extremely powerful existence in the cultivation world. Even in the West-Hill Divine Palace, he had a very high status. It was not easy to defeat a Divine Talisman Master, not to mention that the Black Ink Garden had the Master of Calligrapher and now Mo Shanshan. The young girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she actually said that she would destroy the Black Ink Garden along the way!
Even if she had started cultivating in her mother's womb and could sense the Initial Awareness State before she was born, there was no reason for her to make such a bold statement. What was more incredible was that when she said that she would destroy the Black Ink Garden along the way, her expression was so normal and natural, as if she was just talking about who should sleep in which tent tonight!
If other cultivators heard the words of the young girl, they might be shocked speechless, but it was more likely that they would laugh at her shamelessly. However, the people by the lake did not show any strange expression, as if it was a matter of course for them to destroy the Black Ink Garden. Some of them even looked at the young girl with a doting expression, as if they would immediately go to the Black Ink Garden as long as she was willing.
The tall and thin middle-aged man looked at the young girl and shook his head. He said, "Little Yu, don't mess around. Now we have something important to do. Let's go back to Peach Mountain first."
Hearing the words "go back to Peach Mountain", the young man's dark face became happy and proud. Even the most taciturn old man smiled.
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The Rite to Light was the grandest sacrificial ceremony in the West-Hill Divine Palace and the grandest festival in the world of Haotian. The last Rite to Light was so far away that it had left people's memory. Today's Rite to Light undoubtedly attracted the attention of all believers, and also welcomed the most distinguished guests in the world.
Offerings from various countries were continuously sent to the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. Although those rare treasures were not qualified to be the main offerings of the Rite to Light, they were enough to satisfy the Divine Hall.
Some of the most devout believers of Haotian came to the West-Hill Divine Kingdom after hearing the news of the Rite to Light. They had been worshipping the mountain since spring. Other than these people, the House of Red Sleeves and other dance troupes from Chang 'an were the first batch of people to participate in the Rite to Light. They were arranged by the Divine Hall to practice dancing and etiquette every day. Most importantly, their singing and dancing performances had to go through a lot of tests.
A letter from Chang 'an was sent to the garden, and then to the sweet potato shop in the small town. Then it was brought back to the Book Hall of the Revelation Institute by Ning Que. After reading the letter personally written by Eldest Brother, he did not do anything else. He did not go to the precipice to see Chen Pipi. Just like everyone else in the world, he quietly waited for the Rite to Light.
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