The Heavenly Vein shone like a crystal, emitting a mysterious and obscure aura.
There was no movement on the peak for a long time.
When Wutian stepped into the range of the peak, the mysterious woman's voice was heard. However, it was so faint that even Wutian, who was very close to her, did not hear it.
"No one has ever succeeded in opening the Heavenly Vein and the Earthly Vein since the Antiquity Age. Ninety-nine meridians is the limit. I didn't expect him to succeed. Is he really the person in the Deity King's prophecy?"
Suddenly, the mysterious woman chuckled and said, "Since Young Master Wutian wants to confirm it, then come in!"
In fact, Wutian had already passed through a row of towering trees and landed on top of the thatched cottage.
"Hmm? No one? "
Wutian frowned as he glanced down.
The peak of the mountain was about three thousand meters tall. Aside from the dozens of ancient trees, there was only a thatched cottage. It was located in the center of the mountain peak. Around the thatched cottage was a sea of gorgeous wildflowers. Hundreds of flowers bloomed together, and the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating.
However, when he glanced over the sea of flowers, he did not see anyone. Moreover, he did not sense any aura with his Divine Sense.
"Creak!"
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard. Wutian looked in the direction of the sound and saw the originally closed door of the thatched cottage slowly open. Then, a snow-white figure walked out slowly.
Wutian's eyes lit up.
The woman was wearing a floor-length white silk dress. Her slender arms and legs were faintly visible, as white as the roots of a lotus.
Her shiny black hair danced gently in the wind like a beautiful ink painting. She was quiet and elegant, without a speck of dust.
Her face was delicate and beautiful. Her skin was smooth and her bones were smooth and flawless. She was like a fairy from the Nine Heavens who had descended to the mortal world.
With a whoosh, Wutian landed on the ground and stood opposite the woman. He cupped his hands and said, "May I know your name, Fairy?"
This woman was very beautiful, comparable to Sikong Yanran and Ai Qingyou. However, in his opinion, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she would become a pink skeleton after death, no different from an ordinary person.
Plus, he had a cautious personality. Therefore, he wasn't fooled by the woman's appearance and didn't show any signs of infatuation.
Seeing Wutian's magnanimous face, the woman was a little surprised. In her memory, this was the first time a strange man had seen her so indifferently. She couldn't help but praise Wutian and look at him in a new light.
Especially when she saw Wutian's appearance, she had a strange look in her eyes. How could the Asura King, whose might shook the five continents, be a child?
Of course, she wouldn't really treat him like a child.
The girl smiled faintly. She was so beautiful that even the flowers around her paled in comparison. She said, "You flatter me. My name is Xian Bitong. Mister Wutian, have you found anyone from the Wushan Tribe?"
Wutian instinctively glanced around. He cupped his hands and said, "I've offended you this time. Please forgive me. Goodbye!"
After saying that, Wutian turned around, turned into a stream of light, and flew quickly toward the Wushan Tribe.
Wutian's straightforward action stunned Xian Bitong for a moment. When she came to her senses, Wutian was about to disappear from her sight. She hurriedly sent a message to him, "Mister Wutian, please wait."
Wutian paused. He turned around and asked in confusion, "Miss Bitong, what's the matter?"
Xian Bitong said with a smile, "Since you're already here, why don't you stay for a while and let me play the role of host? Also, I have something to ask you."
"Ask?" Wutian was stunned. He shook his head and said, "I have something to deal with. We'll meet again if fate wills it."
Then, Wutian left without looking back.
The Pavilion Master and Cang Zheng's whereabouts were unknown. He was not in the mood to chat with this person. Moreover, he always had a feeling that Xian Bitong was somewhat mysterious. It was as if she was covered with a mysterious veil, making it difficult for people to see through her.
Most importantly, Wutian didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but when he first saw this woman, he felt like he was being watched.
Also, this woman had said that she wouldn't let him enter the mountain peak. But when he opened the Heaven Vein, not only did she not stop him, she even took the initiative to ask him to stay. The change from before to after was too big.
Therefore, he couldn't help but be suspicious. He also concluded that Xian Bitong was definitely not a simple person.
The ancients had a saying that under a beautiful appearance, there were often some unspeakable secrets.
Therefore, for this kind of person, especially a woman as beautiful as Xian Bitong, it was best not to provoke her.
After an hour, Wutian appeared above the entrance of the Wu Mountain Realm. However, to his surprise, the entrance was gone.
After searching for a while within a radius of ten thousand miles, Wutian didn't find anything. Filled with doubts, he flew toward the Great Yan Empire again.
He wanted to check again to see if he had missed anything.
This time, he opened the realm gate and directly descended above the Great Yan Empire's Imperial City. His Spiritual Sense was like a tide, covering the entire empire. He didn't even let go of the depths of the earth.
In the end, he was disappointed. He didn't find the Pavilion Master and Zhang Ting's aura.
However, it wasn't that he didn't find anything.
"Whoosh!"
Wutian's figure flashed. In the next moment, he appeared in a magnificent palace. This was the Golden Imperial Palace where the Emperor and the officials discussed matters.
"Who is it?!"
The moment Wutian appeared, a cold shout immediately sounded.
"Tell me the whereabouts of Gongsun Haoshu," Wutian said expressionlessly. He looked around and couldn't help but frown.
At this moment, more than thirty figures knelt respectfully on the ground in the Golden Imperial Palace. Some of them wore magnificent python robes, while others wore dazzling golden battle armor.
They were all Marquises or powerful officials of the Great Yan Empire. Normally, they had great power and prestige. No matter where they went, they would be worshipped by countless people.
However, at this moment, they were like mice that had seen a cat. They were trembling in fear.
Even when Wutian, a stranger, appeared, they didn't seem to see him. They lowered their heads and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
If one looked carefully, they would see bean-sized beads of sweat on their foreheads, and the ground in front of each of them was already soaked in sweat.
This was all because of the purple-robed man sitting on the dragon throne.
This person was tall and straight and had an extraordinary appearance. However, Wutian could see that his expression was full of arrogance.
Wutian had some impression of this person. He seemed to be one of the chief's sons. As for his ranking, he didn't know.
Below the dragon throne, in front of the officials, there were more than ten purple-robed young men and women. They were all extraordinarily handsome and beautiful. They weren't weak either.
The person who shouted coldly was a purple-clothed woman among the dozen or so people.
"It's Wutian! Wutian is here! "
Someone shouted. The Golden Imperial Palace immediately became restless, especially the purple-robed men and women from the Wushan tribe. Their original arrogance disappeared and was replaced by uneasiness and fear.
The purple-robed man on the dragon throne also changed his expression. However, when he saw that Wutian came alone, he couldn't help but sneer. He shouted, "What are you panicking for? Can't you see that he's alone?"
Hearing this, the purple-robed men were stunned. They hurriedly looked carefully. Their uneasiness and other emotions disappeared and were replaced by hatred and resentment. Of course, there was also a strong murderous intent.
The purple-robed man's eyes shone with murderous intent. He said, "Wutian, you've got guts. You actually dare to come alone. Looks like fifth brother doesn't need to do anything. Today, I can avenge father, second uncle, third uncle, and the people who died!"
"You?" Wutian looked at the purple-robed man strangely as if he was looking at an idiot.
He couldn't understand how there could be such a stupid person in the world. He had seen what he could do in the Wushan Tribe. Now, he dared to be so arrogant in front of him. He even began to suspect that this person's head had been kicked by the golden bull.
"That's right. It's me, Gongsun Haoshu's elder brother, Gongsun Long." The purple-robed man said proudly.
"Gongsun Long. Not a bad name. However, I still think that Gongsun She is more suitable for you." Wutian said indifferently. He took a step forward and landed in front of Gongsun Long in the blink of an eye. Then, he slapped Gongsun Long with full force.
"Pa!"
The crisp sound of a slap resounded in the throne room. With a boom, Gong Sun Long was sent flying, crashing into a stone pillar beside the throne. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and a dozen of his teeth were shattered.
Wutian took the opportunity to sit on the Dragon Throne. His big hand was like an eagle's claw. He grabbed the air, and Gong Sun Long, who had not yet landed on the ground, was immediately pulled over. With a bang, he fell under the Dragon Throne.
"Even Gongsun Haoshu doesn't dare to say that he has the ability to kill me, let alone you. You're just a piece of trash in the Peak Stage." Wutian's eyes flashed. He stepped on Gongsun Long's chest and exerted a little force. Kacha! Gongsun Long's ribs were all shattered!
"Ah …"
Gongsun Long cried out in pain. Blood kept coming out of his mouth. His originally handsome face looked extremely hideous.
"Let's go!"
After seeing Wutian's means, the young men and women didn't dare to stay any longer. They quickly turned into streaks of light and ran out of the Throne Room.
"If you want to die, keep running." Wutian didn't do anything. He just said lightly.
However, when the young men heard this, their bodies stiffened. They didn't dare to move. Some of the more timid ones were so scared that their legs turned to jelly and their teeth chattered.
After glancing at the young men, Wutian looked down at Gongsun Long and said with a smile, "Now, can you tell me where your fifth brother, Gongsun Haoshu, is?"
Seeing this, Gongsun Long felt a chill down his spine. He stammered, "He … is in Wan … Jun City."
"He went to Wan Jun City?" Wutian frowned.
"You can't even speak properly. It seems that there is no need to keep you alive." A cold light flashed in Wutian's eyes. He waved his hand and a majestic force surged out. Gongsun Long screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His flesh and blood splattered all over the sky!
"Gasp!"
Seeing this scene, the Golden Imperial Palace was filled with gasps. Everyone was horrified and their souls were about to leave their bodies. Wutian was indeed worthy of being the Shura King. Killing people was as easy as waving his hand!
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