Arriving in front of the Megrez Palace, he looked up and saw two golden ancient seal characters printed on the huge plaque. A sense of vicissitudes washed over him.
The Megrez Palace was the so-called True Martial Hall. It was Shushan's forbidden area and also the residence of Elder He Yang.
Elder He Yang was one of Shushan's Five Elders. He was an Earth Immortal cultivator and had the ability to move mountains and fill seas.
One had to know that Earth Immortals were the top powerhouses in this plane. Elder He Yang was the overseer here, which showed how important the True Martial Hall was to Shushan.
Looking away, Mu Qingxiao was about to enter the True Martial Hall when a young man walked out of the door.
The young man was wearing a Shushan Taoist robe. However, when he saw Mu Qingxiao coming toward him, he stopped in his tracks and his face stiffened. Panic flashed through his eyes.
Soon, his stiff face returned to normal and he hid the panic in his eyes.
Mu Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and saw some clues, but he did not say anything.
In the next second, the young man's face had a light smile. He slowly walked up and said, "This is Junior Brother. May I know what business you have in the True Martial Hall?"
"I'm looking for Elder He Yang."
"Master went to the Dubhe Palace to discuss some matters with the Sect Leader. He's not in the hall for now. If you have anything to say, just tell Senior Brother. When the Sect Leader returns, I'll report it to him."
The young man still had a smile on his face and his tone was friendly.
"Thank you, but my matter is a little urgent. It seems that I can only go to the Dubhe Palace." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingxiao turned around and prepared to go to the Dubhe Palace.
However, the moment Mu Qingxiao turned around, something strange happened.
The smile on the young man's face turned ferocious in an instant. A long sword with a cold light appeared in his hand.
When Mu Qingxiao turned around, the young man's eyes were filled with killing intent. With a ferocious smile on his face, the long sword stabbed toward his heart.
"Junior Brother, you came at the wrong time. Don't blame me!"
"Pfft …"
The long sword with a cold light pierced his heart without any resistance. Mu Qingxiao spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around with difficulty. His eyes were calm.
"Why?"
"Why!"
The young man sneered. His already ferocious face made him look like a demon...
"It was not easy for me to wait for an opportunity. I wanted to take the celestial technique and slip away, but I did not expect to meet you. I do not dare to give you the chance to go to Dubhe Palace. If that old bastard comes back, I will not have time to escape. Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame it on your fate."
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A strange smile appeared on Mu Qingxiao's handsome face as the sword pierced through his chest.
Looking at the smile on Mu Qingxiao's face, the young man felt that something was amiss. A chill inexplicably rose in his heart. He forcefully stirred the longsword in Mu Qingxiao's body!
The next second, the young man was completely dumbfounded.
His body, which had been pierced by the long sword, twisted and then became illusory. A clear and cold voice sounded in his ears.
"Indeed. You were destined for this. Otherwise, you wouldn't have met me."
"Pfft …"
The young man's ferocious face froze. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked down and saw that an illusory sword had pierced through his heart. Sensing his life slipping away, the young man's expression became crazed.
"No … Soon. I'll succeed!"
He took a few steps forward and screamed hysterically. His body fell to the ground. His eyes stared at the blue sky. He died with a grievance.
Mu Qingxiao looked at the long trail of blood on the ground. His expression was calm.
When he saw the young man, he saw the panic in the latter's eyes. At the same time, he saw that there was something wrong with him.
The moment their eyes met, Mu Qingxiao used his Sharingan to activate an illusion. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.
What was real and what was fake, what was fake and what was real.
In Mu Qingxiao's eyes, the young man had been talking to the air with a long sword. The scene was a little strange.
Elder He Yang probably never dreamed that his disciple would use Shushan's immortal arts to kill Shushan while he was at Dubhe Palace.
Mu Qingxiao was also surprised. Where did a mere Nascent Soul cultivator get such courage from?
Combined with the words of the young man just now, there must be other sects adding fuel to the fire behind him, even promising him a very high position.
Everything was meaningless in the face of benefits. The sect's faith and the status of an elder's disciple were just empty words.
Looking away, Mu Qingxiao ignored the young man's corpse. He casually swept up a strand of blood. In the blink of an eye, the blood was wrapped in spiritual energy and shot toward Dubhe Palace.
"Boom boom …"
In an instant, a terrifying aura rose from Dubhe Palace.
In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the sky above the True Martial Arts Hall. It was a slightly plump old man with white hair.
Mu Qingxiao's expression changed slightly. An Earth Celestial powerhouse lived up to his reputation. The entire sky was trembling under the pressure of an Earth Celestial.
"If you don't give me an explanation, even if you're an elder of the Wonder Pill Hall, I'll make you regret it!"
Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Elder He Yang's murderous eyes were filled with murderous intent. The pressure of an Earth Celestial crushed toward Mu Qingxiao.
Feeling the pressure in the air, Mu Qingxiao's face turned pale.
The pressure of an Earth Celestial descended. Mu Qingxiao felt as if the entire sky was about to collapse. But in the next second, the pressure disappeared into thin air.
Qingwei and the other three elders had appeared beside Mu Qingxiao at some point in time. Their expressions were rather grave.
"Junior Brother, don't be rash."
Elder He Yang retracted his pressure and stared at Mu Qingxiao. "Senior Brother, I only have one disciple …"
Qingwei shook her head and looked at Mu Qingxiao. "What's going on?"
Mu Qingxiao heaved a sigh of relief. An Earth Celestial was far more powerful than he had imagined. Just now, the space had frozen instantly. It was as if he was in a swamp and couldn't get out at all.
It would be difficult for him to even use the Space Door.
Mu Qingxiao wouldn't be so afraid if he was facing a cultivator in the Tribulation Passing Stage. But an Earth Celestial was two stages higher than him.
In the end, he was just a cultivator now. The gap between him and an Immortal was too big.
Mu Qingxiao took out the token and said, "I just came to read Shushan's Celestial Art and happened to meet him. Sect Master, please see for yourself what's going to happen next."
With that, Mu Qingxiao swaggered toward the True Martial Hall.
Elder He Yang's expression was extremely ugly. Qingwei waved her horsetail whisk, and a wisp of the youth's blood floated up. Then, an image appeared in the air.
The image was like a movie. It was the scene when Mu Qingxiao came to the True Martial Hall and met the youth, from the two of them talking to the youth holding a sword and talking nonsense in the air.
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