The Dragon Subduing Sect was divided into the Tibetan Sect and the Tantric Sect.
Mani City was ruled by the Tantric Sect. The disciples of the Tantric Sect absorbed the sins of the sinners to refine their bodies and cultivate their zen hearts. That was why there were always black marks of sins on their bodies.
The two marks on their heads looked especially sinister. One of the black marks emitted the aura of sin. The disciple said coldly, "Hades Prince, stop putting on an act. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
"Call me Young Master Wuchang." Young Master Wuchang was still smiling strangely. However, his head shook and disappeared. The two disciples were stunned. The other disciple who had not spoken suddenly pointed at the shoulder of the one who spoke. "It's, it's here …"
The disciple who spoke looked down and saw that Young Master Wuchang's head had grown on his shoulder. There was no sign of it sticking together. It was as if it had always been like this. He felt his hair stand on end. "You …"
"Call me Young Master Wuchang." Young Master Wuchang shook his head and smiled strangely.
"Get lost!" The disciple's expression turned fierce. He grabbed the head with his hand and squeezed it hard. Blood splattered everywhere. "Hades Prince, you are nothing more than this!" He laughed sinisterly, but his eyes narrowed. Young Master Wuchang's head had returned to its original position. He was still smiling strangely. "Call me Young Master Wuchang."
Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart and a slight pain. He heard the terrified screams of his fellow disciples. "Your heart!"
He looked again at the splattered flesh and blood. It was clearly his shattered heart. He looked down and saw that there was a bloody hole where his heart should have been. "My … heart …" The huge body fell to the ground.
The other disciple's heart was beating wildly. Luckily, he could still hear his own heartbeat. He retreated to the door and shouted a warning, "Enemy attack!"
In an instant, the entire Tantric Sect was in chaos. Four to five hundred disciples of the Tantric Sect rushed out.
"Hades Prince, you dare to kill people in the territory of the Dragon Subduing Sect. You won't be able to leave today!" Seeing that hundreds of his fellow disciples had arrived, his courage grew and he shouted.
"Call me Young Master Wuchang." Young Master Wuchang smiled strangely and disappeared.
The four to five hundred disciples who shouted suddenly felt their shoulders become heavy. They stopped and realized that there was a head on their shoulders. Young Master Wuchang's head was smiling strangely.
"It's the Seven Lives Seven Deaths Art!"
A disciple screamed in horror, "Underworld Crown Prince, you …" Before he could finish his words, his throat was bitten off by the snake head, and he died instantly.
A cold light shone from the eyes of some of the leaders, and those who were possessed would turn into stone before shattering with a loud bang.
Four to five hundred disciples died in different ways. When more than half of them were dead, one of them finally remembered the rumor and shouted, "He wants people to call him Young Master Wuchang, hurry up!"
"Young Master Wuchang, stop right now!"
All sorts of shouts and cries could be heard. However, the rest were all dead.
Young Master Wuchang's head returned to his body, still smiling strangely. "Call me Young Master Wuchang."
The attendant looked at the corpses on the ground and said with a trembling voice, "Young Master, we are not here to kill …"
"I almost forgot." Young Master Wuchang slapped his head in realization. "Where is Xing Yue?"
"The followers of the Tantric Sect are all dead, Master." The attendant reminded.
"Wu Chang, what are you doing here?" The commotion here naturally couldn't be hidden. A male Asura with a ferocious face tattoo stepped over the corpses and walked out.
"Sect Master Xing Yue, nice to meet you." Young Master Wuchang bowed elegantly.
"You killed hundreds of my disciples!" Xing Yue said.
Young Master Wuchang smiled. "You are welcome."
The veins on Xing Yue's forehead throbbed, and the muscles on his arms bulged. "Do you want to die?"
Young Master Wuchang was like a child who did something wrong. He pouted and said, "Don't you have hundreds of thousands of disciples? You are too petty to be angry just because you killed a few hundred. It is so cold here. Hurry up and light some charcoal, I am freezing to death. "
Countless black stars gathered on Xing Yue's fist. With a furious roar, he smashed half of Young Master Wuchang's body. But suddenly a head sprouted from his back, its neck elongated like a snake's, and whispered in his ear:
"Does the Dragon Subduing Cult not want revenge anymore?"
"What do you mean?" Xing Yue asked coldly.
Young Master Wuchang opened his mouth and spat out a round pearl that shone with black death light. It fell to the ground. "Guang Zhen is dead, and the stupa has a chance. The Unpermanence Pearl can help you to devour the Great Wizard's golden body."
Xing Yue's heart moved. He squatted down and picked up the pearl. He held it in his hand as if he was holding onto some hope. However, his face was still filled with a cold smile. "The Old Demon Avici is as the rumors say, afraid of the Great Wizard's golden body!"
"Sigh, so cold, why is it so cold …" Young Master Wuchang returned to his normal body. He wrapped himself in his sable coat and walked away with his followers.
…
Cao Zigu recuperated in Mount Rouge for a few days before they set off for Cangjian Peak. As expected, Yan Li was summoned by Guan Shanhai and was asked about Yanshan Robber's background. Yan Li could only make up a half-true, half-false story. Fortunately, Guan Shanhai heard it and didn't pursue the matter further. He said a few more things, such as the details of his real name and how he changed the formation's core at Juque Mountain. However, he didn't make Yan Li hand over the method of changing it. In the end, he rewarded him with many sword tokens and asked him to leave.
A few days later, a ship from the human world stopped at Wenhong Ferry. Over ten people alighted from the ship. The two in front were dressed in luxurious clothes and had an imposing appearance. One look and one could tell that they were either rich or noble.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, they went straight to the inn and asked for a courtyard to stay.
At night, the two of them were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard. The young one said, "Uncle, this Pillar of Heavens Mountain is different from the Upper Heavens Plains."
"Oh? What's the difference? "The older one smiled as he twirled his mustache and looked at the young one.
The young one was the second prince, Ji Wuyu. The older one was called Ji Zhangwu. When the previous emperor was still alive, he was conferred the title of Prince of Qing. His rank was one rank higher than the ordinary princes. Now, he was the most powerful prince in the entire Dragon Monarch Dynasty.
Ji Wuyu said, "It's too scattered. I can't see the benefits."
"Don't underestimate it." Ji Zhangwu said, "Back then, the Sword Concealing Old Man valued this place because it's the gathering of dragons and the world as one. It's similar to the Sword Concealing Record. After so many years, their development of the grotto-heaven is definitely above the sacred dynasty. "
"The sacred dynasty has too many restrictions." Ji Wuyu said.
"That's right." Ji Zhangwu agreed deeply. "The eight realms of the human world can't be compared to the two domains of the celestial world. Moreover, each has its own ruler. They listen to orders but not orders. This caused the sacred dynasty to be unable to compete with the nine realms even after thousands of years."
Ji Wuyu's eyes flickered. He looked around and lowered his voice, "I heard that father is already planning to take back the territory?"
Ji Zhangwu's expression changed slightly but quickly returned to normal. He seemed to have lost all interest in talking. He shook his head and said, "Wuyu, there are some things that you shouldn't know. Rest early. I have already sent someone to deliver the visiting card. Tomorrow morning, follow me to pay a visit to Xiaojian, the Peak Lord. "He got up and returned to his room.
"Yes. Take care, Uncle. "
Ji Wuyu stood up and bowed to send him off. When he raised his head, his eyes were already filled with coldness as he muttered to himself, "This old fox, wholeheartedly trying to curry favor with Imperial Father. He doesn't want to show his stance so early, or has he already made his choice?"
He returned to his room with a mind full of thoughts.
At dawn the next day, a messenger came to invite them. Naturally, the followers could not be brought in, so only the uncle and nephew duo were brought in. There was a disciple in charge of receiving guests who used a flying sword to receive them. When they arrived at the Cangjian Peak, they were naturally bewitched by the bamboo house.
The people at the Cangjian Peak were having their breakfast. Su Xiaojian stood up and invited them to take a seat. Ji Zhangwu declined and sat down as well. When Ji Wuyu saw Yan Li, he smiled and cupped his fists, "Brother Yan, it has been half a year since we parted at the capital. I believe that your cultivation has improved a lot. Congratulations."
His words were filled with intimacy as if the previous grudges had never happened.
Yan Li thought that they might cross paths again in the future. He suppressed his temper and said, "So-so."
After eating, Su Xiaojian invited Ji Zhangwu to the tea hall and brewed a cup of tea for him. "Iron Pear Mountain's silver needle. It is not a good tea. Prince, please make do with it."
Ji Zhangwu lifted the lid of the tea and took a careful look before saying with a smile, "Peak Lord is too polite. The tea buds are plump and straight, covered with silver hairs. The color of the tea is clear and flawless, the fragrance is pure. It is considered top quality among the silver needles. Xiao Wang would only have the chance to drink it when he is in the palace discussing military affairs with my imperial brother."
"The only flaw is …" He sighed and seemed to be hesitant.
Su Xiaojian said, "Prince, please speak frankly."
Ji Zhangwu closed the lid and said, "If it is brewed in a transparent teacup, one can see the tip of the bud pointing up and the stalk hanging down slowly. During the process, it would rise and fall up to three times, making one gasp in amazement. Finally, it sinks to the bottom of the cup, like a forest of swords and spears, like a group of bamboo shoots breaking out of the soil. The light of the bud is like the color of water, blending into one. It is very pleasing to the eye. "
Su Xiaojian said with a smile, "I did not expect it to be so particular. I must try it next time."
After a slight pause, he asked, "Prince, you must have a reason for coming all the way here?"
Ji Zhangwu took a sip of tea and closed the door. He sat back down and said in a low voice, "Peak Lord, do you still remember the Battle of Deity Fall?"
"Of course," Su Xiaojian said.
Ji Zhangwu's eyes flashed. "Back then, Li Ku suddenly betrayed us. The frontline generals gathered to encircle and suppress him, but they were completely wiped out. Your father and mother were among them."
"So it is like this." Su Xiaojian's expression did not change.
"Recently, the imperial court received news that Li Ku has appeared again." Ji Zhangwu finished speaking and carefully observed Su Xiaojian's reaction.
"Oh?" Su Xiaojian's hand holding the teacup sank slightly, but the teacup did not break.
Ji Zhangwu struck while the iron was hot. "After some time, we will be able to lock onto that person's tracks. Imperial brother wishes to invite the Peak Lord to encircle and suppress Li Ku together to prevent more victims from falling into his hands."
"Let me think about it." Su Xiaojian said.
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