At dusk, the grand and lively meeting finally ended. Everyone worshiped their ancestors and prayed that everything would go smoothly in the coming year. They thanked the ancestors of the Kunlun Party for their blessings, allowing the Kunlun lineage to survive for thousands of years without being cut off. It was still thriving today.
However, the weather that day seemed to be particularly bad. The rain outside was getting heavier, and the rumbling of thunder was incessant. Although it was only dusk, the sky was already as dark as night.
Countless candles had already been lit in the huge Zhengyang Hall. Otherwise, there would only be darkness left. Fortunately, the people gathered here today were all accomplished cultivators. One after another, they began to leave in an orderly manner.
Only now did Immortal Idle Month let out a sigh of relief. Although it was very glorious to be the Sect Leader, it was indeed not an easy task to preside over the meeting for a day. He looked around with a calm expression. After a while, it would be the highlight of the day. Almost all the elites of the Kunlun sect would gather here.
Although there were a few troublemakers who were not well-behaved and said strange things all day long, as long as his master arrived and took charge of the meeting, everyone would naturally be obedient and there would be no more objections. This was the power of a Soul Formation Perfected Cultivator. Immortal Idle Month smiled slightly. He turned around and walked down the high platform, walking towards the back of Zhengyang Hall.
In the crowd, Su Qingjun said goodbye to Dongfang Tao and Melaleuca Japonica and followed the crowd out of the hall. As for Dongfang Tao and Melaleuca Japonica, they also had to part ways here. Only Immortal Yuanying could participate in the small gathering at night. Of course, the location of the gathering would not be in such a spacious Zhengyang Hall, but in a side hall at the back of the hall.
Many Kunlun disciples were leaving from the main entrance in an orderly manner. The queue was very long. Su Qingjun stood at the back of the queue and waited. Occasionally, she would look back and see Dongfang Tao and Melaleuca Japonica chatting for a while. It seemed that Melaleuca Japonica gave him a few words. After Dongfang Tao nodded in agreement, he also walked towards the door that Immortal Idle Month had left through.
With him were a few other Yuanying Perfected Cultivators who had already arrived. Their destination was naturally the same. When they saw each other, they also smiled and nodded, including Dongfang Tao. Perhaps because he had arrived in the daytime, the expressions of those Yuanying Perfected Cultivators were very gentle and friendly when they saw him. They probably thought that he was also on their side.
After a while, Su Qingjun walked out of Zhengyang Hall. She had just stepped out of the tall main entrance of the Hall when she stepped out of the hall. The sky had actually turned completely dark. Even the drizzle that was falling from the sky could not be seen clearly from a place that was slightly further away.
The cold wind blew, and the cold rain fell on her face. There was a trace of coldness that seeped into her skin. And in a place further away, the wind and rain were hurried. The night was bleak and hazy. Even the figures of those towering mountains could not be seen.
"Boom!"
Just at this moment, above the dark clouds in the sky, a sudden clap of thunder sounded. A bolt of lightning pierced through the darkness of the vault of heaven. It was like a twisted silver snake that divided the entire sky into two halves. With the help of the lightning, Su Qingjun saw the sky full of wind and rain sweeping over.
The human figures were walking briskly in the dim light of the night. Most of the people were trying to leave this place, but with the help of that bright light, it reflected a group of people who suddenly walked in the opposite direction. There were a total of four people. The Kunlun disciples who were near them were almost all startled. They bowed continuously.
The person in the lead was the head of Baicao Tang, Immortal Qian Deng. Following behind him were Ming Zhu, Guang Yang, and Mu Yuan, the three Immortal Qian Deng. With four people gathered together, naturally, the momentum was extraordinary. Along the way, no one dared to block their way, and they smoothly walked over.
Su Qingjun was a little surprised, but she still hurried forward to greet her master, Masato Kihara. At the same time, she also greeted the other three Immortal Qian Deng. Masato Kihara's expression was indifferent. After glancing at Su Qingjun, he said, "Have you also stayed here for the whole day?"
Su Qingjun said, "Yes, disciple has been here all along."
Masato Kihara nodded and said, "Now there's nothing else. You can go back and rest first."
Su Qingjun replied with an "oh" and took a step back. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly saw Immortal Ming Zhu, who was originally walking in front of Masato Kihara, suddenly turn around. After glancing at Su Qingjun, he called out, "Wait."
Su Qingjun and Masato Kihara looked at Immortal Ming Zhu at the same time. Masato Kihara frowned and said, "Senior Brother Ming Zhu, what do you mean?"
Immortal Ming Zhu said, "Senior Brother Mu Yuan, after we go in, we also lack someone to order around. If there's anything that needs to be reported, it'll be troublesome without someone to pass the message. I was wondering if I could trouble your disciple to wait here for a while? "
As he spoke, there was a smile on his face. He looked amiable, but Masato Kihara's pupils shrank slightly. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "It's enough for me to be here. There's no need for Qingjun to come here. There's no need."
Immortal Ming Zhu smiled and said, "Just in case." As he said this, he looked up at Masato Kihara and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Senior Brother Mu Yuan doesn't seem to be willing?"
Masato Kihara gritted his teeth. When he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Immortal Ming Zhu, who was originally walking in front, suddenly look back with a cold expression. Masato Kihara was shocked and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
The atmosphere outside the hall suddenly became a little stiff. Su Qingjun was a little puzzled, but she could still feel the subtle atmosphere. She hurriedly said to Masato Kihara, "Master, it doesn't matter if I stay here a little longer."
Masato Kihara's eyes turned cold, while Immortal Ming Zhu laughed and said, "You're really a good disciple who respects her master. Not bad indeed."
Immortal Ming Zhu's expression also eased a little. Then he walked forward in silence and went directly into the Zhengyang Hall. The others also followed him in. Masato Kihara's expression changed. He slowly walked to Su Qingjun's side. After a moment of silence, he said to her,
"Since you've promised the two Immortals, stand guard outside the door. Remember, don't worry about anything else. Just stand there."
Su Qingjun was a little surprised and said, "I know. But Master, what happened? Why do I feel that you look a little strange?"
Masato Kihara smiled bitterly and said to himself in a low voice, "They are still a little worried about me …"
"What did you say?" Su Qingjun didn't hear clearly and asked.
Masato Kihara shook her head and said, "Nothing. But since you've promised Master Ming Zhu, then stand here for a while. But remember two things. First, no matter what happens, don't enter the hall, especially the rear hall. That's where the Yuanying Immortals gather. Do you understand? "
Su Qingjun nodded and said, "Of course, we're not allowed to go to that important place."
Spiritual Master Muyuan smiled, then lowered his voice and said, "Also, you should wait here for an hour at most. After an hour, when it's almost dark, you can leave by yourself. You don't have to stay too long."
Su Qingjun was a little surprised. She looked up at Masato Kihara and saw Masato Kihara smiling and saying, "Don't worry, I'll tell them later. It's not a big deal."
Su Qingjun was actually still worried about her brother Sumo, who was still in the guest room of Liuxiang Garden. She didn't insist and said, "Alright, disciple will obey."
At this time, a call came from the front. Masato Kihara glanced at the hall in front of him and said, "Then I'll go. Be careful."
Su Qingjun watched Masato Kihara walk into Zhengyang Hall. He walked further and further away until he walked into the darkness behind the candlelight, until his figure could no longer be seen.
… …
At this moment, the dense forest was already pitch black. Other than the torrential downpour, it was like a cold and deathly silent world.
The body of Dukon Zhenren, who had died not long ago, had been taken away by Qian Deng and the others. So at this moment, the open space in the forest was empty. There was only dirty water, dirty black mud, and soil mixed with mud and rotten leaves.
This forest was unusually quiet and dark. Only the occasional flash of light from the lightning and thunder in the sky could illuminate the scene under the trees for a moment.
The cold rain seeped through the soil, making the dark soil feel like an ice cave. The branch hidden under the withered leaves shook a few times in the rain, like a dormant worm about to wake up.
Lu Chen, of course, hadn't lost his sober mind. The scene that happened not long ago, that soul-stirring scene, seemed to be unfolding in front of his eyes. Especially when He Yi stabbed Dukon Zhenren's lower abdomen. Lu Chen, who was hiding under the ground, received a great shock at that moment.
That scene was so familiar. That knife seemed to have awakened the memory that had been sealed for many years. In that instant, he returned to that terrible night many years ago.
Even with his calm and perseverance, his breathing was slightly disordered at that moment. Then, when Dukon Zhenren fell on the muddy ground before his death, Dukon Zhenren discovered that he was lurking here.
Lu Chen didn't know what Dukon Zhenren was feeling at the last moment of his death. He also didn't know why Dukon Zhenren didn't shout out his whereabouts. Perhaps he just deeply hated those who killed him, or perhaps he wanted to frame them. Perhaps he was the spy of the Devil Cult, who had discovered his companions but refused to sell them out?
Or perhaps, he was simply at death's door and had no strength to shout out?
This sudden massacre, the disaster that arose from the wall made one's heart turn cold. But in the end, Lu Chen discovered that he was still unable to see clearly who was the Evil Cult spy who had concealed himself the most.
And more importantly, he discovered that the person who had promised him to appear, until now, had still not appeared.
Perhaps, he should leave now?
He pondered silently in the darkness, but at this moment, suddenly, amidst the sound of wind and rain, in this frighteningly cold and dark forest, from one of the gloomy paths in the forest, came a new sound of footsteps.
That foot stepped on a small puddle, splashing a bit of water. Then, silently and noiselessly, it continued to approach Lu Chen in the darkness, walking over.
The wind and rain became more and more urgent!
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