Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum was created by the third generation successor of Phantom Valley, who excelled at the work of nature. To prevent martial artists from coveting it, not only were there many traps inside, the most important switch was the door. It was an Eight Trigrams Bewitching Matrix. It was impossible for anyone to enter before the Life Gate was activated. They could only wait until the sun was at its brightest and the bewitching effect was at its weakest before they could enter the royal mausoleum with items that could calm their minds.
When Happy and his party arrived near the royal mausoleum, the sun was at its brightest!
However, it was clear that there were a few groups of people who were even more impatient than they were. They had been waiting there since a long time ago, and their camps were clear. Each of them occupied a spot at the entrance of the royal mausoleum that gave off a dignified presence.
The thirteen staff-using monks were among them. They were secular disciples, but they were dressed like monks. They were very eye-catching to begin with, and they looked like fierce warriors. Ever since they died at the foot of Mount Song, not only had their hidden injuries disappeared, their qi realms had also increased. The weapons in their hands had also been switched to Silver-spiked Staffs, a specialty of Punishment Mount. They became one with their staffs, and they looked like tall and sturdy mountains. Even though there were not many of them, they gave off a powerful pressure that came crashing down on them.
Across the group from Shaolin Temple was a group of Wudang Sect disciples dressed in black and white Daoist robes. If the Shaolin Temple disciples' presences were like steel and mountains, then the Wudang Sect disciples were like pine trees standing at the top of mountains. Their presences were indiscernible. The fifty or so people stood against the wind, and their robes fluttered. They gave off a different kind of handsome air, and they instantly attracted quite a number of female players from the other sects.
There was another beautiful scenery that did not lose to Shaolin Temple or Wudang Sect.
Emei Sect!
They were a group of beautiful women, and most of them were in their twenties. They were dignified and gave off a grand air. They were dressed in plain white Daoist robes and did not put on any makeup. They gave off an otherworldly air, but the green blades in their hands did not lose to men, and their eyes were full of character. Many people did not dare to underestimate them.
Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, and Emei Sect were sects that had a rather harmonious atmosphere, and the friendship between them was very deep. Only the disciples from the three sects were there, and all of them came from the same sect. They were also dressed in the attire of their sect, which made them unique. They were unlike the other four sects, who had all sorts of equipment. Their presences were also different, which made them appear less imposing.
The first to arrive was Kunlun Sect. They had more than one hundred and eighty people, and their group was the largest among the seven great system-allocated sects. All of them had a tiger with a pair of wings sewn on their chests. At first glance, it was clear that they had come from a player sect, and they looked very handsome. Most of them stared at Emei Sect and pointed at them while occasionally laughing in a manner that only men would understand.
When they saw their boorish actions, even Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect frowned in secret, much less Emei Sect's disciples. All of them had cold looks on their faces, and they gave off a unique air. If it were not because the royal mausoleum was about to be activated, they would have wanted to immediately kill all of them.
The people from Kongtong Sect were led by three middle-aged men. Their expressions were stern, and the people behind them were very level-headed. However, the emblems on their chests betrayed their identities. Not only did they come from the same player sect, they were also from a rather famous sect in the area — Hidden Soul Guild.
There were also quite a number of people who came. There were more than eighty of them, and by the looks of it, they were all elites with a certain level of cultivation. They were also a sect that caused Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, and Emei Sect to feel pressured.
There were two left.
One of them was a group of people from Beggar's Sect who were dressed in tatters and bright clothes. There were more than seventy of them.
The last group was a group of students who appeared to be less than twenty years old. There were not many of them, and there were only around thirty of them. Even though the people leading the group had pretty good presences, the people behind them could be said to be thin and plump. It was especially so for a few fatties who weighed tons. They had comical big bellies, and they were talking and laughing with a few female students. They looked incredibly funny.
'Mount Hua Sect?'
The group of people also saw the situation of the other sects.
In an imperceptible manner, they ranked the strength of the sects.
Right then, Shaolin Temple had the fewest people, followed by the students from Mount Hua Sect. Many people knew about the thirteen staff-using monks. When they were in Blessed Realm, they had fought against Mystical Realm bandits without being at a disadvantage. They had also escorted the brocade box from thousands of miles away to the foot of Mount Song. Their strength was something that many people did not dare to underestimate.
Mount Hua Sect had the fewest people.
The people leading the group seemed to be two female students. They were beautiful and ethereal, and they could fight against the outstanding girls from Emei Sect. However, it was clear that they did not have high hopes for their strength. Even though they also had the emblem of their sect, they were too young, and there were too few of them. Naturally, no one would treat them as a threat.
Once they compared them, Wudang Sect, Kunlun Sect, which had the largest number of people, and Hidden Soul Guild, which Kongtong Sect had recruited, were ranked in the top three. Mount Hua, Beggar's Sect, Emei Sect, and Shaolin Temple, which had the fewest people, were rather weak.
Of course …
That was just a rough estimation of the sects on the surface.
When the royal mausoleum was opened, when the sects truly fought against each other, they might not necessarily lose to each other.
Forget about the sects with the greater number of people.
The thirteen staff-using monks had never wavered even when they faced the advantage in numbers from the six great system-allocated sects. It was clear that they had absolute confidence in their own group's strength.
Beautiful Robes Faction, which Mount Hua Sect had lured over, might not have a great reputation in the game, but in truth, they had already controlled five middle-sized and small cities. They had also formed a monopoly in the local area. Their extravagant storage and unique and perfect contribution point exchange system became the target for many sects to imitate. Unfortunately for them, due to the lack of resources and the unfair distribution of power among the higher-ups, they were unable to form an effective cycle.
…
"The royal mausoleum is about to open. Why hasn't he appeared yet?"
Some of the people in Beautiful Robes Faction discussed among themselves. They would occasionally cast a glance at the bamboo forest behind them, hoping to see the blue-robed figure who had appeared for a brief moment during the martial arts tournament. But as time passed, the group gradually became anxious.
The Three Lonely Wolves were also in the group, and they were not very optimistic about the current situation.
Even though Beautiful Robes Faction's strength was already very good and all the higher-ups who had reached Mystical Realm had been mobilized, the six great system-allocated sects did not seem to be easy to deal with.
It might be very difficult for them to monopolize the royal mausoleum.
If Happy could not make it in time and use the effect of the sect jade pendant Little Jade had to enter the royal mausoleum, the situation might become even more dangerous.
Aside from Emei Sect, the other people from the six great system-allocated sects did not seem to be easy to deal with. If anything happened to them, Beautiful Robes Faction's hard work and achievements over the past few months might go down the drain.
Flap flap flap …
A snow-white messenger pigeon shot into the sky from Beautiful Robes Faction's group and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
The six great system-allocated sects turned a blind eye to it.
There were less than two minutes before the royal mausoleum was opened. The people from the seven great system-allocated sects should have all arrived. What was the point of sending any news at that moment?
'I knew it!'
Two minutes passed.
No new faces appeared in the bamboo forest.
The sun was high above their heads. The seven people who were near the entrance of the royal mausoleum released a milky white fragrance that could calm their hearts.
'It's time to enter!'
The expressions of the people from Beautiful Robes Faction changed.
'Happy did not make it in time …'
Little Jade stared at the bamboo forest behind her, and a dejected look that she could not hide appeared on her face.
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