Mingshi Yin frowned.
When he turned around, he saw Zhu Honggong kneeling on the ground.
'No, I must find some time to teach Old Eighth a lesson …'
"Greetings, Fourth Senior Brother … Greetings, Third Senior Brother … Eh, Fourth Senior Brother, you're even more handsome than yesterday."
Zhu Honggong did not stand on ceremony. He kowtowed at Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng as well.
Mingshi Yin. "…"
'Alright, I'll spare you for now.'
Zhu Honggong walked up to Mingshi Yin and said, "Master, I have something to report."
"What is it?"
"I've received a letter from the traitor, Si Wuya. He thinks that I'm as gullible as before, but he doesn't know that I've become smarter than others under your guidance …" Zhu Honggong flattered Si Wuya as he spoke.
"Cut the chatter. Read the letter." Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear.
Zhu Honggong hastily opened the letter and read.
"Master, please accept a bow from your disciple …"
Duanmu Sheng stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Honggong's collar. His feet left the ground. "This is too much!"
Tears streamed down Zhu Honggong's face. "I've been wronged … That's what the letter says!"
"…"
"Enough."
Lu Zhou frowned.
Duanmu Sheng immediately let go. The two of them fell to their knees, worried that their master would vent his anger on them.
Lu Zhou glanced at the two of them. He did not bother to reprimand them. He waved his hand. Energy swept up the letter and brought it to his palm.
No matter how bold Zhu Honggong was, he did not dare to stop Lu Zhou. He watched as the letter flew to his master's hand.
Lu Zhou opened the letter and read it.
As it turned out, the letter was about Yu Shangrong and Zhang Yuanshan. His doubts about Yu Shangrong killing a high-rank target were answered now.
However, he was worried as well.
"Master, what's written in the letter?" Mingshi Yin's curiosity was piqued.
Lu Zhou waved his hand and tossed the letter out.
Mingshi Yin caught the letter and read it as well. He frowned.
"Second Senior Brother fought with Zhang Yuanshan on the Green Jade Altar? Zhang Yuanshan was sacrificed by the Grand Shaman, Ba Ma? Second Senior Brother might be in danger? Ba Ma is targeting the Evil Sky Pavilion to avenge Mo Li? Master … We can't believe a letter from that traitor, Si Wuya! "
"Fourth Senior Brother is right! The words of a traitor cannot be trusted. "
Lu Zhou stood up and glanced at the three of them.
"Si Wuya should be telling the truth."
Lu Zhou's judgment was based on his 2,000 merit points.
Mingshi Yin and Zhu Honggong did not think too much about it. Since their master had said so, there must be a reason. The two of them nodded and said in unison, "You're wise, master."
Duanmu Sheng took the letter and read it.
"… Ba Ma is Lou Lan's number one witchcraft genius. Lou Lan's strength has increased greatly in recent years, and it's all because of Ba Ma. If that's the case, what about Second Senior Brother? "
The three of them looked worried.
Moreover, Jiang Aijian's letter had verified the rumors in the outside world.
Zhu Honggong said, "Master … I have another matter to report."
"Speak."
"Yesterday, many low-grade cultivators appeared at the foot of Golden Court Mountain. When I saw that they were going to cause trouble, I chased them away. "Zhu Honggong flashed a proud smile.
Causing trouble?
The idiot was talking nonsense again.
Which cultivator would dare to cause trouble on Golden Court Mountain?
Mingshi Yin frowned and said, "Idiot, didn't you ask what happened?"
Zhu Honggong scratched his head. "He said something strange has happened … He needs our help. The Evil Sky Pavilion isn't a charity."
Mingshi Yin gloated inwardly.
'Old Eighth, Old Eighth, I'm afraid you don't know master's new tricks.'
However, Mingshi Yin did not expect his master to not be angered by this.
Lu Zhou paced back and forth.
The withering must have something to do with witchcraft. Perhaps, Ba Ma was plotting something again.
When he recalled Si Wuya's letter, he was slightly worried about Yu Shangrong.
If this were in the past, with Yu Shangrong's cultivation base, Lu Zhou would not have worried about him.
However, things were different now.
As Yu Shangrong's master, how could he stand by and do nothing?
When Mingshi Yin saw his master was deep in thought, Mingshi Yin immediately understood what was going on.
He hastily bowed and said, "I'm willing to go down the mountain to investigate this matter."
Zhu Honggong bowed as well. "I'm willing to investigate this matter with you, Fourth Senior Brother."
Lu Zhou looked at the two of them.
In the past, Lu Zhou would not have hesitated to let them carry out this mission.
The problem was, the Grand Shaman, Ba Ma, was behind this.
Even Yu Shangrong was at a disadvantage against a grand shaman. If Mingshi Yin and Zhu Honggong went with him, it would be no different from suicide.
After muttering to himself for a moment.
Lu Zhou said, "There's no rush. Since he's targeting the Evil Sky Pavilion, he'll come … "
When the three of them heard this, they spoke in unison.
"You're wise, master."
…
Another ten days passed in just a blink of an eye. Everything was as usual.
On the eleventh day, night fell. Amidst a forest and a grave.
Rustle, rustle, rustle …
A swarm of black figures advanced from the forest.
Many new corpses crawled out of their graves and joined the group as they advanced slowly.
Lu Zhou looked down from above.
It was as though a swarm of ants had appeared on the ground.
Behind the swarm of black figures, a small black carriage flew at a low altitude.
In front of the carriage, there were two people pulling the ropes, pulling the carriage …
A burly figure stood on top of the carriage. His eyes shone with a green light as he looked at his troops with satisfaction.
These were the troops that he had accumulated day and night during this period of time.
A deep voice came from his throat as he said, "Evil Sky Pavilion, I hope you're satisfied this time …"
Swoosh!
The black carriage shot past the black figures and drove the corpses forward.
…
Meanwhile.
In the skies nearly 10,000 miles northwest of Great Yan's Divine Capital.
White snow covered the land, and the mountains were vast.
On top of the many mountains — —
A green-robed figure hovered in the air.
He turned around. As far as his eyes could see, there was only forest and snow. There was no end to it.
There was no one else in sight.
The wind ruffled Yu Shangrong's long hair.
He did not disperse the snow. Instead, he allowed the snowflakes to fall on the ends of his hair. His eyebrows and hair were dyed white.
Yu Shangrong crossed his arms. The Longevity Sword on his back seemed to have sensed something as it vibrated slightly.
He smiled faintly as he faced the wind and snow and said, "I'm home."
He stepped forward in the air. With a flash, he appeared several hundred feet away.
In the next moment, Yu Shangrong appeared on the top of the tallest tree.
He looked ahead. There seemed to be a depression in the ground. He was in a daze.
It was a small flatland that stretched for dozens of miles. It was surrounded by mountains.
It was completely covered in snow.
Under the snow, vines, weeds, and dilapidated walls could be vaguely seen.
Things remained the same, but the people had changed.
Yu Shangrong pushed away from the ground with the tip of his foot.
Crack!
Snowflakes fell from the tree.
The towering tree was no longer the same.
Yu Shangrong flew forward. When he was halfway there, he suddenly grunted and swayed.
"Hm?"
He paused in the air and stopped flying.
He lowered his arms and placed his palms on top of each other.
Whizz!
A miniature Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar appeared.
It held the avatar that looked like a little golden man with one hand.
Yu Shangrong looked at the Golden Lotus under the avatar.
There were more purple spots on the lotus. Almost one-third of the lotus was purple.
"Witchcraft?"
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