Although he was interested in Mei Changxiu.
However, Li Wuyou hadn't made up his mind for the time being.
After all, Mei Changxiu's martial arts were outstanding, but he was still incomplete.
Li Wuyou wasn't sure if a eunuch would affect his cultivation of the Diamond Sutra.
He still needed to think about it.
Or, he could look for others.
There was no need to rush this matter.
There was less than a year to prepare.
The most important thing was to solve the problem of Samber Yun first.
The genius and hope of the witchcraft sect.
The next morning.
The sun once again shone on the entire rainforest of Nanjiang.
The soldiers of Zhennan Palace woke up one after another, packed up the carriages and began to hurry.
Li Wuyou, who had subdued Liu Tianming, also received new treatment.
He sat in a carriage alone.
No one disturbed him.
He followed the convoy and slowly drove into the depths of the jungle of Nanjiang.
Time passed quickly like this.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
As they went deeper and deeper into the jungle of Nanjiang, the surrounding situation gradually changed.
The dense, lush, and wild feeling of the jungle began to gradually weaken.
Gradually, people began to appear.
Some Nanjiang tribes also appeared one after another.
Some of them lived on the wooden houses of the ancient trees, connected to the ground by soft ladders.
They should be the leaders of the tribes or the high-level clans.
Most of them lived directly on the ground. There were no houses, only holes in the ground or in the trees.
Most of their clothes were tattered.
It was as if they had entered a super slum.
As an isolated world, this place was really backward compared to the Central Plains of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
However, as they went deeper and deeper, the situation inside was better than outside.
There were more and more treehouses.
The condition and complexion of the tribal people were also getting better and better.
At first glance, they didn't lack food.
Moreover, many of them had practiced martial arts.
While Li Wuyou was casually observing the shape of Nanjiang, the convoy of Zhennan Palace gradually stopped.
He raised his head and looked forward.
He saw a rare mountain peak here.
The reason why it was rare was that there were almost no mountains in the entire 100,000 territories of Nanjiang.
There wasn't even a hill.
It was an endless thicket of thorns.
As for this mountain, it was like a crane in a flock of chickens.
Wu wu!
As Zhennan Palace's convoy gradually came to a stop, a low horn sounded from the mountain peak.
Gradually, a group of people from the Southern Border Tribe, who were wearing the same black clothes and had bone chains around their necks, swarmed out.
They were all holding what looked like javelins in their hands.
The spearhead was made of metal.
It was also quite good.
However, compared to the equipment of the Southern Battlefront Army, the difference was like heaven and earth.
"Welcome, my most distinguished guests."
These people were divided into two groups, leaving a broad path in the middle.
An elderly man walked out, leaning on a walking stick made of some unknown bone.
His expression was respectful.
"High Priest, long time no see."
Liu Tianming also hurriedly got down from the carriage.
He seemed to be very familiar with this Great Shaman. The two of them felt like old friends at first sight and started chatting with each other.
"Samber Yun, the genius of the Witchcraft Sect, where are you?"
Li Wuyou didn't care about the conversation between the two. He didn't want to care at all.
He just wanted to kill Samber Yun as soon as possible.
Then, he would go and retrieve the Oniguchi Ichimon Sect's secret treasure.
Li Wuyou waited in the carriage.
After about an hour, Liu Tianming finished talking with the Great Shaman. Both of them walked up the mountain peak together.
Soon after, the caravans of the Lord Zhennan's Mansion also set off in succession.
Li Wuyou naturally followed the convoy.
The path on the mountain peak was smooth.
Even the convoy with heavy goods didn't have a hard time.
Soon, the convoy arrived at the designated location.
Some people started loading and unloading the goods.
Liu Tianming also came in front of Li Wuyou's carriage. He cupped his hands and said respectfully.
"Young hero, I've already discussed with the Great Shaman of the Witchcraft Sect. Tonight, after the transaction is completed, they will hold a grand party to celebrate."
"At that time, the young genius of the Witchcraft Sect, Samber Yun, will appear as the master."
"Okay."
Li Wuyou nodded slightly. Then, he glanced at the Zhennan Palace soldiers around him.
His meaning was clear.
Liu Tianming knew what he was thinking.
Kill Samber Yun.
Once Samber Yun was killed, the Witchcraft Sect would definitely not let it go.
They might not dare to go against the Zhennan Palace.
But they would definitely kill all the soldiers present who were involved in the transaction.
To vent their anger.
"I only hope that young hero can take the Old Man away when the time comes. The Old Man promises that he will hand over the secret treasure of the Ghost Valley Gate."
Liu Tianming knew what Li Wuyou meant. He bowed slightly and expressed his attitude.
These soldiers were not that important in his eyes.
"Okay."
Li Wuyou nodded.
"Thank you."
Liu Tianming had a respectful look on his face as he retreated.
After a while, Li Wuyou was sent to a special place with these soldiers.
It was a luxurious wooden house.
It was not built on a mountain, but on some mountain rocks.
Li Wuyou's identity seemed to be special, and he had received special instructions from Liu Tianming, so he lived alone.
The Witchcraft Sect, in order to show their respect, specially sent two young and beautiful maids from Nanjiang.
They looked like fourteen or fifteen years old.
She was exquisite and translucent.
Their figures were also slender.
"Wait outside the door."
Li Wuyou was not interested in them and directly chased them out.
He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
He meditated and rested.
Furthermore, he was preparing for the upcoming massacre.
..
Time passed.
The transfer of goods between the Witchcraft Sect and Zhennan Palace went smoothly.
Obviously, both sides had conducted this exchange many times and were already familiar with it.
It was not evening yet.
Li Wuyou saw that on an open space on the side of the mountain, the people of the Witchcraft Tribe began to get busy.
They were setting up bonfires.
Many people were slaughtering the cattle and sheep here.
It was a lively scene.
On the other hand, the soldiers who were escorting the goods all had excited looks on their faces as their eyes burned with passion.
They had all been here many times.
After a long journey, a rest was definitely what everyone was looking forward to.
More importantly, they were treated as distinguished guests by the Witchcraft Sect of Nanjiang. So..
Every time this kind of celebration, there would be many young women from Nanjiang coming to serve them.
They could choose any girl they liked.
Then, they would bring her back to enjoy at night.
This was an unwritten rule that both sides had reached.
Therefore, these soldiers were already a little impatient and eager to give it a try.
"Enjoy the last song and dance in peace."
"When I kill Samber Yun, everything you have will become a dream!"
Li Wuyou looked at this scene and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Eerie and dense.
He did not know why.
He gradually fell in love with killing.
He also liked the feeling of destroying other people's beauty and hope.
When did it start?
Perhaps, from the moment he was tortured by septicemia, he had this hobby.
After all, he was talented, but he was tortured.
On the other hand, the mortals were mediocre and mediocre, but they were healthy.
He felt unbalanced …
"You deserve to die!"
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