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Ping An Prefecture, Vast Cloud City. In a secluded courtyard, a fat middle-aged man was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. His face was full of worry.
At a table not far from him sat a man and a woman. The woman looked to be in her thirties. She wore a long pink dress and had a voluptuous figure. She had a pair of watery peach blossom eyes that could captivate a man's soul. The man's facial features were ordinary and his skin was slightly dark. He held an ancient scroll in his hand and read it with great interest. From time to time, he would giggle foolishly.
"Fourth Sister, why hasn't your eldest disciple come back yet? Could something have happened to him?" The fat man looked at the middle-aged woman and said with some unease.
"Something happened? What could have happened? Ping 'er is at the twelfth layer of Qi Refining, and Fifth Brother's disciple is also at the twelfth layer of Qi Refining. The spiritual Qi in this place is so thin that there aren't many Foundation Establishment cultivators. Most of them are in secluded cultivation in their own clans. With their strength, nothing could have happened, "the middle-aged woman said unconcernedly.
"Let's hope so!" The fat man nodded and sighed.
"Third Brother, could it be that you were frightened by the people of Taiqing Palace? The spiritual Qi here is very thin and there aren't many cultivation resources. The Taiqing Palace can't set up a branch here. Besides, even if the Taiqing Palace had a branch here, how could they find us if we hide in a place where mortals live? If they really do come, we can use their lives to pay tribute to Big Brother's soul in heaven. "The middle-aged woman's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Ai, if Seventh Brother didn't kill those two Taiqing Palace disciples by mistake, we wouldn't have fallen to such a state. Back then, the Cloudy Mountain Seven Immortals were like a gentle breeze. When those disciples of small sects heard the name of the Cloudy Mountain Seven Immortals, they were so scared that they couldn't move. But now, we're like stray dogs, hiding here and there.
He's afraid that the disciples of Taiqing Palace will kill him. "
"Hmph, speaking of that idiot, Seventh Brother, I can't help but get angry. I don't know how many times I've told him that a leopard can't change its spots. When he saw those two women, he became lustful. We've already set a rule that we won't attack the disciples of the major sects and clans in order to avoid being hunted down by the forces behind them.
He had directly provoked the Taiqing Palace, the leader of the Ten Great Orthodox Sects. Now, look what happened! The Taiqing Palace issued a warrant for our arrest and sent disciples everywhere to search for us. If it weren't for the fact that we were trying to evade capture, why would we hide in a place where mortals live? "The dark-faced man put down the scroll in his hand and snorted with dissatisfaction.
"Fifth Brother, you can't blame Seventh Brother for this. Those two women were wearing casual clothes and were generous. Who knew that they were disciples of the Taiqing Palace? If they were wearing Taiqing Palace clothes, Seventh Brother and I wouldn't have attacked them," the middle-aged woman explained.
"What's the use of saying this now? Our nest has been destroyed. Eldest Brother and Seventh Brother were killed on the spot by the disciples of the Taiqing Palace. The three of us escaped quickly, but we don't know what happened to Second Brother and Sixth Sister. If they can escape this disaster, the five of us together can still do something. Of course, if we have the chance, we will definitely take revenge." The fat man's eyes flashed as he spoke in a deep voice.
The middle-aged woman wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard. A woman's voice sounded from outside the courtyard, "Master, it's me, Ping 'er."
Hearing this, the fat man's face was overjoyed. He waved his sleeve at the door. With a "bang", the door opened automatically. A woman in blue with delicate facial features and a tall and thin young man with decent facial features walked in and closed the door on the way.
"Disciple greets Master and two Martial Uncles." The woman in blue and the tall and thin young man quickly walked in front of the three people and said in unison. Their expressions were very respectful.
"Okay, okay, these formalities are unnecessary. Tell me the news you found." The fat man waved his hand and couldn't wait to ask.
"Yes." The woman in blue nodded and said, "After disciple and Junior Brother Chen asked around, Martial Uncle Li and Martial Aunt Song should have been killed."
Hearing this, the dark-faced man's face tightened and asked, "Is the news accurate?"
"Replying to Master, it is accurate. This news was released by the Taiqing Palace themselves. It shouldn't be false." The tall and thin young man nodded and replied respectfully.
Hearing this, the fat man and the middle-aged woman's faces were a little ugly. The dark-faced man's face became incomparably pale, and a touch of grief and indignation flashed in his eyes.
"You weren't followed when you came back, right?" The fat man seemed to think of something and asked with some worry.
"Shouldn't be. Senior Sister Lin and I deliberately stayed a few nights in the mortal village. We didn't find anyone following us." The tall and thin young man shook his head. After a little hesitation, he said, "Oh right, when we came back, we heard a news. A cultivator family here is holding a fiftieth birthday. This family has a disciple who is under the Taiqing Palace. I don't know if he will come back to participate."
"Fiftieth birthday? Taiqing Palace? "The middle-aged woman's face suddenly became cold when she heard this.
"Yes, Master. According to disciple's information, this family only has one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. It was originally just an inconspicuous small family in Yueyang County. Since a disciple was under the Taiqing Palace, this family's power has grown very quickly. Therefore, the fiftieth birthday of this family attracted a lot of people." The woman in blue explained word by word.
"Only one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator?" The dark-skinned man muttered to himself with a frown on his face. He seemed to be considering something.
"Fifth Brother, you can't be thinking of …" The fat man raised his eyebrows and vaguely guessed what the dark-faced man was thinking.
"Third Brother, Fourth Sister, you should know the relationship between Sixth Sister and me. The Taiqing Palace is too powerful for me to mess with, but I can still mess with this family. Isn't he going to hold a fiftieth birthday? Then I'll give him a big gift. I want to make them pay with blood. "The dark-faced man's face was a little ferocious and full of murderous intent.
"Sixth Brother, are you crazy? There are only five of us. How can we go against a cultivator family? Isn't that courting death? "The fat man's face changed greatly and he frowned.
"Third Brother, didn't you hear what Sixth Brother's disciple said? This family only has one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. You are in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, while Sixth Brother and I are in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Three against one, why should we be afraid of them? Don't forget that you just said that you'll definitely take revenge if you have the chance, "the middle-aged woman retorted.
"Well …" Hearing this, the fat man was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Seeing this situation, the dark-faced man's expression softened and he said, "Third Brother, I won't force you. If you work with us, we won't go west in the future. If you don't want to, it's fine. We'll go our separate ways in the future."
"Third Brother, Eldest Brother has always been good to you. Is this how you repay him? Besides, since it's a cultivator family, it must have accumulated a lot of wealth over the years. Third Brother, aren't you tempted? "The middle-aged woman persuaded.
Hearing this, the fat man's face changed a little. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What if the news is wrong and there's more than one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator?"
"Same old rules. We'll act according to the situation. If we can do it, we'll do it. If we can't, we'll retreat. No matter whether we succeed or not, after this, we'll find a place to hide and wait for the limelight to die down."
"Since Fourth Sister and Sixth Brother have said so, I'll be unreasonable if I still refuse. Let's assign the tasks. First of all …"
… ….
On this day, the Wang Family's manor was decorated with lanterns and colored banners. Everyone's face was full of excitement.
In the hall, there were many cultivators gathered. There were more than a hundred people, all of whom were sent by cultivator families that were on good terms with the Wang Family. Their cultivation was about the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
"The Chen Clan of Yunxi, the Zhou Clan of Anyuan, the Han Clan of Tianshan, the Wan Clan of Guangling, and the Zhao Clan of the Green Wood Cliff are here too. Tsk tsk, the Wang Clan's Clan Head is really influential. So many clans have sent people to congratulate him on his 50th birthday."
"Ha-ha, what do you know? I heard that the clansman of the Wang Family who is a disciple of the Taiqing Palace is the son of the head of the Wang Family. Even if not for the sake of the monk, but for the sake of the Buddha, we still have to give him face."
"Ha-ha, do you think the son of the head of the Wang Family will come back to congratulate him? Today is his father's fiftieth birthday!"
"It's hard to say. Maybe he'll come back, maybe he won't. Who knows?"
The guests gathered in groups of twos and threes, whispering about the Wang Family.
Not long after, Wang Mingyuan came in with a group of senior members of the Wang Family. He cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I've been tied up with family affairs."
"Wang Daoyou must be joking. We just arrived and didn't wait for long."
"Yes! Wang Daoyou, you're being too polite. "
"Ha-ha, Brother Wang, we're relatives by marriage. Today is your birthday, so we must drink to our hearts' content."
The guests stood up and began to chat with Wang Mingyuan.
After hearing these polite words, Wang Mingyuan smiled and responded to them one by one. He had to make sure that everyone was satisfied.
"Today is my 50th birthday. I am very grateful that all of you have traveled thousands of miles to celebrate my birthday. Thank you very much." Wang Ming Yuan cupped his fist to the guests and thanked them with a smile.
"I'm the representative of the Zhao Family of the Green Wood Cliff. I heard that today is Wang Daoyou's birthday. I'm offering you a 100-year-old Three Suns Flower."
"I'm the representative of the Yunxi Family Chen. In order to celebrate Wang Daoyou's fiftieth birthday, I'm offering you two 50-year-old Yellow Essence Mushrooms."
"I'm the representative of the Liu Family of Changping. I'm offering you a jar of Hundred Herbs Wine brewed with dozens of spiritual herbs."
"I'm the representative of the Mu Family of Qinghe. This mid-level magic weapon, the Crescent Moon Blade, is my birthday gift. I hope that Wang Daoyou won't mind."
… ….
All the guests stood up and presented their gifts. Wang Ming Yuan didn't stand on ceremony and accepted them one by one with a smile.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was very lively.
"The Seven Immortals of Yunshan present ten heads as a birthday gift." A man's voice sounded in the hall.
As soon as he finished speaking, ten bloody heads were thrown in from outside the hall. These people still had a frightened expression on their faces, as if they had seen something horrible when they were alive.
Seeing this, everyone's expression changed greatly. They looked outside the hall. Many people even took out their magic weapons, their faces full of vigilance.
Wang Ming Yuan's face darkened. He glanced at the bloody heads on the ground, and a look of panic flashed across his face. These were the people he had sent out to maintain order. One of them was even at the eighth level of qi refining. How could he not be frightened by the fact that he had been killed without a sound?
Wang Mingzhan took out a long black saber and looked at the entrance of the hall with a serious expression.
A voluptuous woman and a dark-faced man walked in under hundreds of vigilant gazes.
Seeing the two people walking in, everyone was very nervous. Because the two people didn't hide their energy at all, everyone knew that they were Foundation Level cultivators at a glance.
Wang Ming Yuan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice, "May I ask how our Wang family has offended you, seniors? Why did you attack my family so heavily?" His angry eyes met the dark-faced man's, without the slightest bit of fear.
These people didn't come with good intentions. From the moment they killed the ten people of the Wang Family, it could be concluded that they were not kind people. They were probably here for revenge.
"Ha, ha, you must be the current head of the Wang Family! I heard that your son is a disciple of the Taiqing Palace? " The dark-faced man laughed and looked at Wang Mingyuan. His expression suddenly became cold and he asked in a cold voice.
"What? Did my son offend you? If that's the case, then I will apologize to you on behalf of my son. If you think it's not enough, then I am willing to give you some spirit stones as compensation. "Wang Mingyuan braced himself and said. Right now, he only wanted to delay as much as possible. With such a big commotion, he believed that someone would definitely report it to the Ancestor. As long as the Ancestor came, everything would be easy.
There were hundreds of Qi Condensation cultivators here. Although the three of them were Foundation Level cultivators, they couldn't fight against hundreds. He just needed to buy some time.
"Apologize?" When the dark-faced man heard this, a trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and sneered, "Can you afford it? My eldest brother and sixth sister all died at the hands of the Taiqing Palace. I want you to pay with your blood. "
"Don't you think that's a bit too much? It's not like we killed your friends, "Wang Mingyuan retorted, his gaze inadvertently looking at the entrance of the hall.
"Stop looking. Your clan's only Foundation Establishment cultivator is being held up by my third brother and two disciples. He can't get away for now. You'd better think about your own fate!" As if he saw through Wang Mingyuan's thoughts, he sneered.
"Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the disciples of the Taiqing Palace? If you leave quickly, our Wang Family can let bygones be bygones, "Wang Mingzhan said with a frown, rolling his eyes.
The dark-faced man looked at the guests in the hall and frowned, "Our target is the Wang Family. If you're not a member of the Wang Family, then you can leave. Swords have no eyes. It won't be good if they hurt you."
The guests looked at each other. It wasn't clear who took the lead, but the guests quickly ran out of the hall, leaving only five or six guests in the hall.
"What, you're also surnamed Wang?" He raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.
"No, but we're related to Wang Daoyou by marriage. Naturally, we won't stand by and do nothing." A young man dressed like a scholar stood out and said unhurriedly.
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