Zhao Layue was taken aback, asking, "What's the matter?"
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu were bewildered as well.
De Sensei said helplessly while looking at them, "Though Cultivation is important, can you two pay more attention to the significant events in the Cultivation circle?"
Zhao Layue thought that according to the Broadsword King, the Snowy Kingdom wouldn't invade the south in one hundred years, and the Underworld had been quiet recently; what significant event had happened?
"Su Ziye left the Cold Mountain and went to Yizhou. He encountered an assassin in a restaurant, who disguised himself as a customer of a brothel …"
De Sensei explained the assassination in detail.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu eyed each other, feeling surprised, because Zhao Layue was listening to them attentively.
De Sensei couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart when she thought of the ingenious plan of the assassination and the ruthlessness of the attack. "Bulao Lin is really formidable," she said sentimentally.
"Is he dead?"
Zhao Layue showed an interest in someone, which was rare.
She had heard of the name Su Ziye many years ago.
The young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect had an exaggerated talent in Cultivation, and it was said that even Lo Huainan wasn't as good as him.
De Sensei said, "I don't know. According to the situation, he should be dead for sure; but nobody has found his corpse yet."
It grew quiet in the manor cave, and the atmosphere was a bit odd.
Lo Huainan and Su Ziye were the two strongest swordsmen of the young generation in the Cultivation circle, one orthodox and the other deviant.
Unexpectedly, they were both assassinated.
One was dead, and the other's fate was unknown.
This was indeed a sentimental event.
De Sensei thought that the peculiar atmosphere in the manor cave originated from this, but she didn't know that Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu had thought of something more serious.
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…
Land in the southwest was a region of barren mountains and unruly rivers, with endless mountains and rivers. Rainstorms and droughts occurred from time to time, and there were few people here.
Logically speaking, this should be a peaceful place that cultivators liked, but the problem was that there were no spirit veins here, and the scenery was not very good.
Between the cliffs, a black shadow was moving forward at an unimaginable speed. No matter how steep the cliff was, it couldn't slow him down.
The dry branches were smashed into pieces, the wet moss was trampled into mud, and the eagle that couldn't dodge in time was knocked away. The wine jug slapped the man's leg, making a popping sound.
Arriving at a dark and dense forest, the man stopped and threw his companion to the ground. He untied the wine pot and took two big gulps before starting to pant.
The companion covered his face with a black cloth and sat up with difficulty. He leaned against the tree and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me two bites."
"You're already poisoned. Why are you still drinking?!"
That person was tall and sturdy, with a full beard. Because he drank too quickly, the wine spilled on his face, looking like dewdrops.
His eyes were clean and looked like dewdrops.
Second in the world, He Zhan.
The man under the tree untied the black cloth and revealed his face.
His face was green, emitting a faint luster like hardened plaster. He looked eerie, like a ghost.
He Zhan's expression didn't change; he must have seen too much.
That person's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut with a knife. "The poison has made me so miserable; I don't need a few bites of wine."
The expression in He Zhan's eyes dimmed a bit. He understood his companion's intention, and tossed the wine jug over.
That person caught the wine jug and took two sips. Though he spoke freely, he drank very carefully without spilling any wine, appearing elegant.
"I don't know if there are any assassins of Bulao Lin nearby; all I know is that nobody is willing to help you except me."
He Zhan grew a bit angry as he said this, saying, "If you had made more friends like me, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
That person said with a smile, "Why would I call myself a disciple of the deviant sects when I have friends?"
He Zhan didn't bother to pay attention to him, saying, "The Baotong Zen Temple is closer to here."
That person said, "Don't forget that I'm the young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect."
He turned out to be Su Ziye.
"Your father has been paralyzed for many years after going mad. Now that something has happened to you, he should have a hard time protecting himself."
He Zhan said in a mocking tone, "The Mysterious Dark Sect belongs to someone else; you are still the young master."
Su Ziye said after some thought, "What you said makes sense."
"What poison have you been poisoned with?" He Zhan asked with furrowed brows.
It was well known that regular poisons had no effect on the Cultivation practitioners, and the Mysterious Dark Sect was good at all kinds of demonic and peculiar poisons.
"I can sense that one of the poisons is the Corpse Locust Tree. It seems that Bulao Lin knows the magic methods of the Mysterious Dark Sect very well; but someone else must have added something to the poison."
Su Ziye said, "But it doesn't matter. The important thing is that those assassins are really outstanding. Bulao Lin is really formidable."
He Zhan asked, "Why does Bulao Lin want to kill you?"
Su Ziye said, "Many people on the Cold Mountain don't like me, and those old guys at the sect have wanted me dead a long time ago, not to mention the orthodox Cultivation practitioners like you. Many people can afford the price; how can I know who they are?"
He Zhan snapped angrily, "You know that so many people want you dead, but you're still so careless that you show up in Yizhou alone."
Su Ziye didn't respond to his question. He closed his eyes and started resting, saying, "Get me some barbecued meat to eat."
He Zhan's footsteps rang out, heading toward a distant place.
Su Ziye's face twisted slightly, like a green leaf that had been rubbed together; it looked painful.
He didn't open his eyes.
It was dark in front of him.
It was the bonfire that illuminated the darkness.
Last year, the flame of the bonfire was one hundred feet high, illuminating the dark and gloomy valley.
This was the ancestral worship ceremony of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
A young man came out of nowhere and attempted to challenge him.
That young man was severely wounded by him and fled.
Yet, he didn't relax his vigilance.
It was because that young man employed the most orthodox demonic method of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
That kind of ancient aura with the meaning of time was so clear.
He remembered clearly that the eyes of those old guys lit up at the time.
He wanted to find out what was going on.
As such, he left the Cold Mountain without hesitation after learning the whereabouts of that young man and came to Yizhou.
To keep it a secret, he didn't bring any of his subordinates with him.
Now that he thought about it, the clue was obviously fake.
It was Bulao Lin who had given it to him on purpose.
He could sense clearly that the poison was circulating in his meridians, slowly eroding his body, and approaching the demonic fetus.
He would die at that moment.
That young man should have returned to the Cold Mountain by now, and be regarded as his master by those old guys at the sect.
What about his father? Was he already dead? Or would he suffer a lot of humiliation, but couldn't die even if he wanted to, and his life would be even more miserable than it was now?
He hoped it was the latter.
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