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The Secret of the Curse
Qin Qiumo was stunned as he looked at Chang Chixiao in confusion. However, Chang Chixiao did not explain. He only smiled mysteriously, and there was no trace of fear on his face.
"Sword Master Luo Yun doesn't need to participate in the distribution of cultivation resources. He fought a few rounds and should have gained something. It's natural for him to go into seclusion and cultivate," Chang Chixiao said, giving Fan Wujie a way out.
Fan Wujie smiled and said to the leaders of the other forces, "That's right. For the next three days, everyone should rest well in Saint Star City. There's no rush for the distribution of resources."
After that, he looked at Lin Yuanli and Gu Fanxing with a mocking look. Obviously, Fan Wujie's words were to give time for the Ancient Star Sect and Daluo Golden Sect to settle their personal grudges.
The champion of the Grand Competition of the Six Sects had already fallen into the hands of the 10,000 Swords Pavilion, and Brahma Wu Jie could finally let go of his worries. For the rest of the time, he had to make a good plan to reap the greatest benefits.
During this period, the more chaotic the other forces were, the happier he would be. After all, Wanjian Pavilion had not suffered any losses in this Six Sect Grand Tournament. It could be said that they were the biggest winner.
"Pavilion Master Fan, you don't need to remind me!" Gu Jingtian snorted. This was Saint Star City, the ancestral city of the Ancient Star Sect. He would not give in on anything that would damage the reputation of the Ancient Star Sect.
Lin Yuanli frowned but did not say anything. He immediately led the people from Daluo Golden Sect and left the place quickly.
After that, the Seven Star Valley and Divine Firmament Palace also left. For the next three days, they would discuss the distribution of resources, so they had to prepare well.
Seeing that the major powers had left one after another, the crowd also dispersed. Although the Six Sects Grand Competition's ranking competition had ended quickly, Chu Xingyun's figure was deeply imprinted in their minds. They would not be able to forget it for a long time.
It was the first time in the history of the Northern Wilderness Region that someone had won the Six Sect Grand Tournament in such a domineering manner. It was enough to be recorded in the annals of history and be remembered forever.
After the crowd dispersed, the noisy space gradually returned to silence. When night fell, the silence became even stronger. Only the gravel on the ground was left, silently telling the story of what had happened today.
In a secluded courtyard, Qin Qiumo and Chang Chixiao were gathered together.
Qin Qiumo looked around carefully. Seeing that there was no one else, he emitted a dark gray light that covered the entire courtyard, completely isolating it from the outside world.
After doing all this, he finally relaxed and asked Chang Chixiao, "Sword Master Chixiao, what do you mean by what you said today?"
Qin Qiumo pondered over Chang Chixiao's words for a long time. He still did not understand why Chang Chixiao was suddenly not afraid of Chu Xingyun and even had such a proud expression. It was as if he was sure that Chu Xingyun would not live for long.
"Sword Master Qiu Mo, have you forgotten that there is a curse in our Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?" Chang Chixiao had an unperturbed appearance, and his voice was neither hurried nor slow.
"Curse?"
Qin Qiumo was stunned at first, then he sneered. "This curse is just Fan Wujie's little trick. This person is narrow-minded and values power very much. Whenever a genius appears in Wanjian Pavilion, he will crazily exploit them and then secretly kill them to consolidate his power."
"That's why, ever since he took control of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, there have never been any conflicts or usurpations. The word 'curse' is just a smokescreen. The upper echelons of all the major forces know about it, but they don't point it out."
At this moment, the courtyard was completely isolated from the outside world. None of their words or actions could be heard by outsiders. Qin Qiumo did not hide it anymore and told him everything he knew.
"Since you know about this, why are you afraid of Luo Yun?" Chang Chixiao took a sip of the fragrant tea and said in a calm voice, "He and Baili Kuangsheng are both geniuses that only appear once every thousand years. The reason why Fan Wujie spared no effort in nurturing them is because they want to participate in the Grand Competition of the Six Sects and obtain cultivation resources for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."
"At this moment, the champion of the Six Sects Tournament has fallen into the hands of Wanjian Pavilion. Fan Wujie has already become the biggest beneficiary. His next step is naturally to kill Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng to consolidate his position as Pavilion Master."
"That may be the case, but I'm afraid that before Fan Wujie can make a move, you and I will die at his hands!" Qin Qiumo looked at Chang Chixiao with disdain, his voice filled with fear.
He had already thought of everything that Chang Chixiao had said, and was extremely thorough.
Chu Xingyun and Baili Kuangsheng would die sooner or later. However, they were still young and Fan Wujie would definitely make use of them. With Chu Xingyun's current reputation, he would definitely receive great support once he returned to Wanjian Pavilion.
At that time, if Chu Xingyun wanted to deal with them, no one would be able to stop him. Even Fan Wujie wouldn't be able to do so.
"Do you think that Luo Yun can return to Wanjian Pavilion alive?" Chang Chixiao frowned and slowly put down his teacup. His eyes emitted a sinister light.
Qin Qiumo was slightly stunned. He only heard Chang Chixiao say, "Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng are indeed still useful, but their greatest value no longer exists."
"On the contrary, compared to their value, the trouble that they have caused is even more serious. Don't forget that we are not the only ones who wish for Luo Yun's death. The Ancient Star Sect, Daluo Golden Sect, and Divine Firmament Hall all want Luo Yun dead."
"But the Six Sect Tournament hasn't completely ended. According to the rules, they are not allowed to make a move against Luo Yun …" Qin Qiumo still didn't understand. Before he could finish, Chang Chixiao snorted coldly and said, "Fool!"
Chang Chixiao stood up and said bluntly, "They are not allowed to make a move against Luo Yun. Does that mean that Fan Wujie is also not allowed to make a move against Luo Yun?"
As soon as he said this, a light flashed through Qin Qiumo's mind. He seemed to have understood something.
"To Fan Wujie, Luo Yun will die at his hands sooner or later. Rather than squeeze out the last bit of value from him, it would be better to kill him now to appease the anger of the three great powers. This is why Fan Wujie said in front of the leaders of the three great powers that he wanted to give an explanation as soon as possible. At that time, he was already prepared to kill Luo Yun."
"If things go as expected, Fan Wujie will definitely make a move in the next three days. He will secretly kill Luo Yun and then push the blame of Luo Yun's death onto the curse. This way, he will be able to give an explanation to the three great powers, consolidate his position, and obtain a large amount of cultivation resources. Why not?"
At this point, Chang Chixiao stopped talking. Qin Qiumo finally understood everything. The fear he had for Chu Xingyun vanished like smoke. He felt a wave of satisfaction and joy.
"Originally, you and I wanted to ask Liu Wentian to make a move and kill Luo Yun. Now, it seems that Luo Yun becoming the champion of the Six Sect Tournament is not only not a good thing, but also a fatal disaster?" After sweeping away the haze, Chang Chixiao laughed heartily.
"To Luo Yun, it is indeed a fatal disaster. However, to us, it is a good thing. After his death, our internal affairs faction's control over the Wanjian Pavilion will become even stronger. The benefits we can obtain will also be greater."
"We can even replace him and take the three thousand disciples that he painstakingly nurtured as well as the entire outer sect under our command. They will become our tools to make money!" Chang Chixiao's expression was solemn as he spoke seriously.
In his eyes, Chu Xingyun was no different from a dead man.
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