Based on the appearance of the people from Class One Hall, the sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect was able to deduce the owner of the brocade box outside Shaolin Temple. The person who came over was also slightly shocked. Then, he grinned.
"Our hall master told me before that Scholar of Burying Love has two ultimate skills. One of them is Wind Flower Snow Moon Sword, and the other is intelligence. Now that I've seen it, it's indeed true." He stopped talking for a moment, and a faint heat shone in his eyes. "If it weren't for the fact that I have something important to do, I might want to ask for your guidance!"
The Scholar of Burying Love the person spoke of was the sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect.
The Heaven Descendants Sect he built had quite a bit of fame in the game, and the Wind Flower, Snow Moon Sword was rather eye-catching. It was said that he obtained it from a brothel. Hence, Buried Scholar had a rather strange reputation in the game.
When he heard this, Scholar of Burying Love smiled a little stiffly and wrapped his fist in his palm.
"I wouldn't dare to ask for guidance! If I have the chance in the future, I'll visit your hall master again! By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet. "
Even though the man was asking for guidance, he did not lower his stance. "Call me Netherworld." He answered lightly, and his eyes moved past Scholar of Burying Love to look at the Iron Chain Bridge behind the group. He looked incredibly frivolous and arrogant.
Scholar of Burying Love did not regard himself as an outsider.
He smiled and said, "Hehe, that's a good name. It's very domineering!
"In any case, Heaven Descendants Sect can't fly over this Iron Chain Bridge. Since you're interested, we'll leave and won't bother you any longer."
"If that's the case, I won't be sending you off."
Netherworld was very satisfied with Scholar of Burying Love's tactfulness, but his arrogance and his attitude of looking down on Heaven Descendants Sect caused all the people from Heaven Descendants Sect, including Li Heng, to frown. If it were not because they were wary of the powerful Class One Hall behind Scholar of Burying Love, they might have even asked him for guidance on the spot.
No matter how good Scholar of Burying Love's temper was, he could not help but feel angry when he showed his hospitality, and his expression stiffened.
"Let's go."
Even though the people from Heaven Descendants Sect had indignation written all over their faces, when they faced a huge organization that they could not fight against, they did not dare say anything. They turned around in anger and retreated down the mountain.
"Oh, right."
He turned around and stared at Netherworld, who had a scornful look on his face while he watched them leave. "It might be late now, but I will still give you a piece of advice. This Iron Lock Bridge is dangerous, and there are people guarding it. It's very difficult for you to cross it alone. Netherworld, it's best if you wait until Class One Hall's reinforcements arrive before you cross the bridge. Don't lose your life for no reason."
"…"
With a slight frown, Netherworld retracted his gaze coldly and said, "You don't have to worry about it."
"Then we shall meet again!"
The Scholar of Burying Love did not waste any more words. He cupped his fists and quickly left the mountain.
…
When he was around two hundred meters away from the summit, Li Heng turned his head back to make sure that he couldn't see the loathsome Netherworld before turning to Buried Love.
"Sect Master, why did you remind him just now?"
"Yeah!"
A few people beside them agreed with him.
"What's the point in dealing with such a person?"
"Remind? You could say that, but … "
After pausing for a moment, a cunning smile appeared on the Scholar of Burying Love's face. "My intention was not to warn him of the person in front of him."
“？”
The group had contemplative expressions appear on their faces.
Only Li Heng soon had a look of realization appear on his face when he heard the Scholar of Burying Love's words, and he smiled.
"Boss, you're very cunning! If Class One Hall wants to snatch the brocade box from the person in front of them, he has to hurry up! In another hour or so, the plot of the emperor's birthday will be over. If he insists on waiting for Class One Hall's reinforcements, he will have to wait for at least half an hour. At that time, the person in front of him will just need to stall for a little bit of time on the other side of the bridge, and he will be able to take the item in the brocade box for himself. Class One Hall's plan will also end in failure. "
When he said this, the eyes of the people around him lit up.
"That's right! With that person's prideful personality, he will definitely not allow this sort of situation to happen. There's a high chance that he will be so agitated that he will fly across Iron Lock Bridge alone. "
Others might not know the strength of the mysterious person at the summit, but the members of Heaven Descendants Sect knew that Li Heng had already made a very clear guess about this.
He was bold, meticulous, and had outstanding strength.
Even if he was a member of Class One Hall and had extraordinary high-tier martial arts, it might not be practical for him to kill a Mystical Realm NPC alone.
Hence, Li Heng quickly understood what he meant.
His sect master's move might have seemed like a reminder, but in truth, it was a hint for him to make preparations beforehand and take action.
Also …
That person was prideful, and he would definitely not just watch as time passed. He would definitely take some measures.
Once he did that, what awaited Netherworld might be a disaster!
"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. How he decides is his own business. None of this has anything to do with us." Scholar of Burying Love's expression became stern, and he ended the topic in a timely manner.
The group understood what he meant and stopped talking. They pretended that nothing had happened and hurried down the mountain.
…
As the people from Heaven Descendants Sect disappeared, Netherworld's eyes gradually shone with a faint, cold glare while he stood at the summit. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a grave expression, he stared at the simple and crude iron lock that was more than 328 feet between the two mountains.
Scholar of Burying Love's guess was right!
The brocade box outside Shaolin Temple might have already fallen into Class One Hall's hands, but to ensure that the brocade box remained safe, the sect had sent most of their elites to protect it. A small number of people were lured out of Mount Song by another brocade box. As of then, he was the only one there. If he had to wait for reinforcements from the sect, it would take at least half an hour.
Netherworld was a professional player with a lot of ambition.
Ever since he entered the game, he fully displayed his nature as a professional player. All the quests he ran into, he would clear them with incredibly outstanding results. His journey could be said to have been smooth sailing, and he never fell behind anyone.
The only thing that displeased him was …
Luck was also very important in World of Martial Arts!
To him, players like Xiao San and North Placating Duke were not professional players. In fact, they did not even have a lot of experience in the game. This sort of people had only managed to stand out in World of Martial Arts because they were lucky enough to learn one or two unique high-tier martial arts. It was something that made Netherworld indignant.
A long time ago, he wanted to know just what sort of situation he would end up in if he, a professional player from Class One Hall, ran into these people who were incredibly lucky!
When he thought of this, Netherworld raised his head proudly. His gaze landed on the lone mountain shrouded in white fog 328 feet away.
Whoosh!
He unfurled his arms, and the metal claws let out a faint sound.
In the next second, Netherworld leaped up!
Like a wild goose, he leapt up gracefully, but with the force of a thunderbolt, he landed on the iron chain that was less than a meter away from the cliff. The shaking iron chain immediately sank slightly from the pressure, and the swaying range was slightly affected.
Very soon.
Netherworld got used to the swaying of the chain, and an expression that said he had expected this appeared on his face.
He started moving slowly!
But when he moved one-tenth of the way forward, the mountain wind suddenly became stronger. Netherworld swayed in the air. In the end, he gritted his teeth and flipped over. He seized a chain with his claws and clamped his legs in the air. Then, as if he was a skewered barbecue, he clung tightly to the chain and swayed with the wind.
He clamped his legs around the chain and exerted force with his hands. Like a gecko, he moved forward along the chain between two steep mountains.
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