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Chapter 1557

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"Alright, I'll do as you say." Song Wanqing nodded lightly and said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I won't participate."

"Thank you, Master!" Sun Mingyue said solemnly.

Song Wanqing sighed, "Master is about to ascend to the heavens. From now on, you will be the only one left. Don't respect your feelings in everything."

"Yes." Sun Mingyue nodded vigorously.

Song Wanqing glanced at Chu Li. "Chu Li, you have to help her more. Even if she becomes the Sect Leader, don't abandon her."

Chu Li smiled. "Don't worry, Senior."

Song Xianqing nodded and floated away.

Sun Mingyue sighed faintly and returned to her seat. She supported her chin with one hand and fell into silence.

Chu Li raised his head to look at the sky with a dazed look in his eyes. He was immersed in the void of his mind, deducing the mystery of the Eight Way Formation and thinking of a way to break it.

"Guards!" Sun Mingyue suddenly raised her voice.

Du Ying entered gracefully in a green robe and curtsied.

"Summon these people here," Sun Mingyue said.

She waved her pen and quickly wrote down the names of the twenty-five people. With a flick of her finger, two pieces of paper were sent to Du Ying. Du Ying took them with both hands and glanced at Chu Li with her bright eyes before leaving.

"Chu Li, you should hide for now," Sun Mingyue said.

Chu Li's chin suddenly disappeared.

— —

Sun Mingyue summoned the twenty-five elders and told them about her plan to assassinate Zhong Wancheng. As expected, they objected to it. They felt that this was a suicide mission.

If Zhong Wancheng was so easy to assassinate, he would have died a hundred times and the Fu Dynasty would have killed him long ago.

Although the Qiu Dynasty's cavalry was not as strong as the Fu Dynasty's, they were only slightly weaker. The Fu Dynasty had always viewed him as a thorn in their side and had sent many top-notch experts to assassinate him. Time after time, Zhong Wancheng was still alive and well.

An old man with white eyebrows and a sallow complexion cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Saintess, it's not that we're disobeying orders, but this matter is simply too dangerous. There's no chance of success at all. We're just sending ourselves to our deaths!"

Sun Mingyue looked at him indifferently. "Mr. Jiang, do you mean you don't want to go?"

"If the Saintess insists on us going, as subordinates, how can we disobey?" Jiang Fengshan said in a deep voice.

Sun Mingyue said, "Elder Jiang means that I'm sending you to your deaths."

"That's not what we meant." Jiang Fengshan shook his head. "The Saint is so wise, how could she do such a thing!"

"Saintess, is it because us old bones are occupying the space that the Saintess sees?" Another tall and burly old man with a face as red as a date snorted in a deep voice. "You want us to give up our place, right?"

Sun Mingyue replied calmly, "Elder Meng's words are sharp. The Great Light Peak has nine peaks and there are plenty of places. I'm only worried that there aren't enough masters in the peak and that our strength isn't strong enough. Seniors like you are the treasures of the peak. How can I bear to use you unless it's a critical moment?"

"The Holy Maiden is flattering us old men!" Meng Guangzhi said coldly.

Sun Mingyue took a look at him, her heart calm and unperturbed by these sarcastic remarks. She said indifferently, "With Zhong Wancheng as the commander, we will definitely lose this battle. Does anyone have any doubts about this?"

Everyone was silent.

They were all aware of Zhong Wancheng's capabilities and the Li Dynasty had lost to him many times. The last time they won was because Zhong Wancheng did not personally lead the troops. This time, they would definitely lose.

They had no choice but to assassinate Zhong Wancheng. Otherwise, why would the Holy Church of Light exist?

"Saintess, are we the only ones who won't do anything?" Meng Guangzhi scoffed.

Sun Mingyue shook her head. "We can't count on them. We're the number one sect after all. We have to be the vanguard in this matter. If you're really unwilling, then forget it. I'll do it myself."

Everyone was silent.

That was for the best. Even if they died, it would be the Saintess who died, which was exactly what they wanted.

A thin old man said in a deep voice, "If the Saintess does it herself, we won't be able to show our faces!"

Everyone immediately glared at him fiercely.

The thin old man said, "The Protectors around Zhong Wancheng are extremely strong. It won't be useful if there are fewer people."

"Seniors, there are a total of twenty-five people. That should be enough." Sun Mingyue said, "If there are more people, we'll be easily discovered. It'll be no different from a forceful attack. We'll definitely die."

The thin old man, Hu Gaofeng, had been secretly subdued by her and dared not disobey her. Therefore, she knew the movements of these old men like the back of her hand. Among the twenty-five people, four of them were also her people.

"That's true." Hu Gaofeng nodded.

Their hearts were filled with hatred, silently cursing the vicious girl for actually using this method of borrowing a knife to kill others.

No matter how capable they were, they could not disobey her orders.

If she was really forced into a corner, she could issue a Bishop's Order. They could not disobey and could only obediently assassinate Zhong Wancheng. Otherwise, they would be criticized by the people in the Holy Church and lose their footing.

Du Ying suddenly came in and gently walked to Sun Mingyue's side, handing her a small piece of paper.

Sun Mingyue glanced at it and nodded. "Alright, let's stop here. This matter must be kept a secret. We'll depart in three days!"

"… Yes." Everyone helplessly fist saluted and left.

They were indignant and were thinking of ways to save themselves from death.

After they left, Sun Mingyue suddenly flashed and appeared at the place where Chu Li cultivated in isolation.

In the crystal clear cave, Chu Li was sitting with his legs crossed. There were eight stones placed in front of his knees and they were moving rapidly. It was a dazzling sight.

When Sun Mingyue came in, she saw the shadows of the stones and raised her head to look at Chu Li curiously.

Chu Li smiled. "This is the Octagonal Formation."

"Octagonal Formation?" Sun Mingyue was surprised.

She looked carefully for a while but could not see the trajectory of their movement. It was as if they had become one and turned into a rotating stone. This Octagonal Formation was indeed powerful and lived up to its name.

Chu Li said, "Find eight people with ordinary martial arts. I'll talk about the Octagonal Formation and let them practice it."

"Alright." Sun Mingyue nodded.

She suddenly disappeared and Chu Li disappeared as well. They both appeared in the Divine Light Basilica.

Sun Mingyue called Du Ying over and told her the names of eight people.

After Du Ying left, Chu Li smiled. "Those old men must be taking advantage of their seniority. They must have given you a lot of trouble, right?"

Sun Mingyue replied, "They're alright. Don't mind them."

Chu Li closed fist saluted to show his respect.

Not many people could be so broad-minded. It was not easy for a woman like her to be so broad-minded. It was admirable.

After a quarter of an hour, eight middle-aged men arrived at the Divine Light Basilica and reported their names.

Chu Li taught them eight sets of step techniques in the basilica. Each of them had one set. These steps were very simple and they could learn it in one go. Then, the eight of them stood together and practiced the step techniques. They had great teamwork and soon, the Octagonal Formation was displayed.

Shadows could be seen moving around and it was hard to see which one of them was. It was as if the eight of them had merged into one shadow.

Sun Mingyue nodded slowly.

Chu Li smiled. "This is the Octagonal Formation. Let those old men try to break it."

"… Thank you." Sun Mingyue said slowly.

Deriving a set of formation was not an easy task. It was very exhausting. She was grateful.

Chu Li smiled. "Why are we still talking about this?"

Sun Mingyue glared at him.

Chu Li then realized that the eight people were still there. He closed fist saluted with a smile. "I'll come another day."

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