"There's no need for you to worry about that, senior brother." Si Wuya cupped his fists.
He put on a look as if he was sending the guest off.
Mingshi Yin scoffed. He could not be bothered to waste his breath on him. He leaped into the air lightly.
"Sooner or later, you will fall into my hands."
As he got further and further away, his voice echoed throughout the mountains. Mingshi Yin vanished from sight as well.
Si Wuya cupped his fists at Yu Shangrong and said, "Thank you for helping me out, Second Senior Brother."
Yu Shangrong smiled faintly and said, "I'm not helping you out. I'm just saying that you think I'm a burden to you."
"I don't dare."
Bai Yuqing was already protecting Huang Feng Mountain. Yu Shangrong's sudden appearance had not only injured Bai Yuqing, but he had also forced Si Wuya to hand over his personal weapon. How could he not regret this?
Yu Shangrong saw through it, but he did not point it out.
He turned to look at Bai Yuqing. "Did Eldest Senior Brother send you?"
Bai Yuqing endured the pain and said, "Cult Master specifically instructed me not to disobey."
Yu Shangrong said, "When you return, tell Eldest Senior Brother that I don't care what he's trying to do. But don't go overboard … "
"This …"
Bai Yuqing looked at Si Wuya helplessly.
Si Wuya said, "Brother Bai, please return."
Bai Yuqing cupped his fists and said, "Then … Take care, Mister Seventh."
He was the White Tiger Hall's First Seat. Naturally, he knew about the conflict between Yu Shangrong and the sect master. The two of them had always been at odds with each other. As the Evil Sky Pavilion changed, their disagreement grew more intense.
Bai Yuqing did not dare to stay any longer.
It was clear that Yu Shangrong was trying to teach the sect master a lesson by injuring him.
Speaking of which, Bai Yuqing was just a biscuit in the middle. He was just unlucky enough to be caught in the middle.
Mingshi Yin sped along the way.
He made his way to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
After flying for half a day, he finally arrived near Tangzi Town.
With the Peacock Plume, it would be easier for him to report back.
Mingshi Yin felt more confident now.
He had not rested well lately. He had been diligently investigating Si Wuya's matter. He was slightly exhausted. On top of that, he had been slightly affected by the battle with Bai Yuqing even though he was not injured.
Mingshi Yin rested for a while at the relay station in Tangzi Town.
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's barrier is weakening again." Someone pointed in the direction of Golden Court Mountain.
Tangzi Town was not far from the Evil Sky Pavilion, but it was not a place that could be seen with just a glance. Yet, these people were discussing the Evil Sky Pavilion here.
It was clear how many people were watching the Evil Sky Pavilion from the shadows.
"If this goes on, the Evil Sky Pavilion won't last long."
"I rather admire the patriarch's way of doing things … A person's life is just a breath and a face. I'd rather live a dignified life than allow scoundrels to set foot in the Evil Sky Pavilion! "
Mingshi Yin was not surprised by this.
There were all sorts of strange things in the boundless universe. The reason why the demonic path could exist was because like-minded people had gathered together.
The Evil Sky Pavilion was one of the best in the Fiend Path. It was only natural that the Fiend Path members respected and admired the Evil Sky Pavilion. There were also many who yearned to become disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Unfortunately …
Master is really old.
He had long since stopped accepting disciples.
"Dignity won't last long. Someone had taken a look yesterday. The barrier had weakened by a third. It seems like the Evil Sky Pavilion has no intention of repairing the barrier. "
"It won't be easy to repair … The energy required to repair the barrier will take at least a few years. A few years … It's almost old. "
"You have a point …"
Mingshi Yin glanced at the few cultivators.
He did not interrupt them. Instead, he sipped on his tea.
"I heard that the Heavenly Sword Sect is preparing to challenge the Evil Sky Pavilion … The Heavenly Sword Sect is desperate."
Upon hearing this, Mingshi Yin stood up.
He walked up to the cultivators and sat down. He asked, "The Heavenly Sword Sect is going to attack the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
It did not seem out of place at all.
This was how relay stations were. With so many people coming and going, it was only natural for news to circulate quickly.
"The Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Luo Changfeng, died in the hands of the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch. He's Luo Xingkong's only son. Also, you might not know this, but the Heavenly Sword Sect's first disciple, Zhou Jifeng, has defected to the Evil Sky Pavilion. It's said that Luo Xingkong hasn't slept for three days now, "the cultivator on the left with a full beard said.
"Luo Xingkong has sent out invitations to the major sects. Who knows, they might launch another attack before the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch's great limit."
Mingshi Yin said with a smile, "That old fart, Luo Xingkong, is that bold?"
'Old fart?'
The people in the circle looked at Mingshi Yin.
The bearded cultivator said with a smile, "Brother, you don't have to be so harsh with your words. It's just a conversation after tea. Don't be so emotional."
He said, "Did Luo Xingkong send a summons? “
The ten great sects, apart from the Clarity Sect, have all received invitations. I wonder if the Yun, Tian, and Luo Sects will participate. "
"Where does Luo Xingkong get his confidence from? The Heavenly Sword Sect is already in such a state."
At this moment, someone said, "You can't say that. Luo Xingkong has been cultivating in seclusion for many years. We can't underestimate him. Moreover, the Evil Sky Pavilion's barrier is weakening. Perhaps, this is an opportunity for us. "
"Hehe."
Mingshi Yin rose to his feet and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "This is the same argument every time we attack Golden Court Mountain. I'm sick of hearing it … Even without the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch, there's still his disciple."
"You have a point."
After saying this …
Mingshi Yin left the relay station.
Meanwhile.
In the Evil Sky Pavilion's great hall. Lu Zhou looked at the price of the Eight Methods Connected avatar on the dashboard.
When he saw the price, he decided to try his luck at the lucky draw.
"Lucky draw."
"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Obtained: Reversal Card x3."
'I'm in luck.'
Lu Zhou had spent 100 luck points on the previous lucky draw. He was slightly surprised that he had won two consecutive times.
Lucky draw was truly a matter of luck and luck.
"Lucky draw."
"Ding! Spent 50 merit points. Obtained: Critical Block Card x5."
'It's better than nothing.'
This item seemed to have only been triggered once in the beginning. It had not been triggered since then.
It seemed like it was of little value.
"Lucky draw."
"Ding! This lucky draw costs 50 merit points. Thank you for participating, luck + 1."
His winning streak was finally over.
Lu Zhou closed the system dashboard.
At this moment, Little Yuan 'er ran in excitedly and said happily, "Master, Fourth Senior Brother is back!"
"Good."
Lu Zhou looked out of the great hall.
At this moment, Mingshi Yin walked in from outside.
He held the Peacock Plume with both hands.
"Master, I've investigated. The incident at Skylark Pagoda was indeed the traitor, Si Wuya's plan. Yellow Peak Mountain was his source of information. Unfortunately, Si Wuya was protected by elites. I only managed to seize his weapon. "
Lu Zhou remembered the merit points he obtained from the two punishments. He nodded slightly. "Bring it to me."
Mingshi Yin presented the Peacock Plume with both hands.
"Ding! Retrieved heaven-grade weapon, Peacock Plume. Needs to be refined before use."
This was Si Wuya's weapon.
It was an extremely rare hidden weapon.
Lamp Pen.
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