3rd of May.
Maoshan Ancestral Court.
Early in the morning.
In an elegant and quiet courtyard, Lu Yuanshan, who was wearing a gold-threaded Daoist robe, was sitting cross-legged under a sturdy pine tree in the courtyard. His eyes were closed, and he was meditating.
Nine feet behind him, the Savage Corpse King, dressed in an apricot yellow Daoist robe, held a tray and stood there quietly.
There was tea, towels, and everything else on the tray.
He was now Lu Yuanshan's eldest disciple, Dao Xian. He was no longer the Savage Corpse King.
Looking at Lu Yuanshan who was so close to him, Dao Xian, who was holding the tray, narrowed his eyes. He wished he could swallow this treacherous and despicable person.
If he hadn't lost half of his thousand-year corpse core to Lu Yuanshan, he would have sucked his flesh and soul dry.
The Savage Corpse King couldn't help but gnash his teeth in anger. He was the king of a country, but now he was Lu Yuanshan's servant. He wanted to attack Lu Yuanshan from behind, but he knew that he would only be humiliating himself.
His cultivation was not as high as Lu Yuanshan's, and he had the Maoshan Golden Talisman in his body. Lu Yuanshan had the Maoshan Daoist techniques and the Soul Shattering Palm that Lu Ji taught him. He also had half of his thousand-year corpse core. He was no match for Lu Yuanshan.
The only thing he could do now was to compromise and gather his strength. He would find a chance to remove the golden talisman in his body and take back his inner core. He would then tear this Lu Yuanshan into pieces and devour his soul!
"Dao Xian," Lu Yuanshan, who was sitting on the cushion with his eyes closed, said softly.
"Yes, Master," Dao Xian replied. He lowered his head when he heard Lu Yuanshan call him.
He had to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof. What he needed to do now was to make Lu Yuanshan lower his guard against him.
"Did you kill those people in the Li Village last night?" Lu Yuanshan asked calmly.
His disciples reported that four villagers had gone missing in the Li Village. They were all young adults. Other than a few drops of blood on the ground, they were nowhere to be found.
The villagers were worried about evil spirits, so they came to the Maoshan Mountain early in the morning to ask Dao Xian to go down the mountain.
Lu Yuanshan didn't even need to guess to know what was going on.
This was the ancestral court of Maoshan. Which evil being would have the guts to commit murder on Maoshan territory?
Other than the Savage Corpse King, who else could it be?
"Yes," Dao Xian answered Lu Yuanshan. "I did it."
There was no need for him to lie about it.
Because Lu Yuanshan had promised him that he would drink blood and eat meat regularly.
"I don't care if you're looking for food, but don't look for it in the territory of Mao Mountain." Lu Yuanshan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. "If the other elders see you, I won't be able to help you."
"Yes, this disciple will remember," Dao Xian replied respectfully as he stared at Lu Yuanshan with a pair of venomous eyes.
"This is Mao Mountain, a place of tranquility for Taoism, not your barren land." Lu Yuanshan continued, "If you want to live, you have to follow the rules here. Remember, you are not allowed to go anywhere within three hundred miles of Mao Mountain. Do you understand? "
"This disciple obeys," Dao Xian suppressed the anger in his heart and answered respectfully.
This Lu Yuanshan was extremely shameless. How dare he say that this was a place of tranquility for Taoism!
"Knock, knock, knock …" Just as Dao Xian was gnashing his teeth in anger, there was a knock on the door.
"Sect Master, there are guests outside the mountain gate. They say that they are old friends of Sect Master Lu Ji." It was the voice of a young Taoist priest.
"Old friends?" Lu Yuanshan opened his eyes and asked, "What old friends?"
"I asked, but they refused to say," the young Taoist priest answered.
"How many of them? Are they men or women? "Lu Yuanshan continued asking.
"Two people, a man and a woman. They look like Dongying people," the young Taoist priest answered.
"Dongying people?" Lu Yuanshan was confused.
As far as he knew, most of his father's friends were either monks or Taoists. He had never heard of any old friends from Dongying.
"Sect Master, should I chase them away?" the young Taoist priest asked.
The current sect master of Mao Mountain was Lu Yuanshan, not Lu Ji. The young Taoist priest tried to figure out Lu Yuanshan's thoughts and asked.
"No need, tell them to wait for me in the side hall. I will be there in a while. Remember, serve me well and don't neglect me," Lu Yuanshan thought for a moment and said to the Taoist priest outside the door.
"Yes, Sect Master," the young Taoist priest said and turned to leave.
Dongying people? Lu Yuanshan frowned.
Could it be that the two people who came were Matsumoto Takeyoshi's people?
Lu Yuanshan was shocked.
If that was the case, things would be difficult.
Last time, he led the sect masters to set up the Thousand Ghost Formation at the Sishui River to search for the divine cauldron. Halfway through, people from the Ten Thousand Immortal Tower suddenly appeared, causing him to fail to find the cauldron.
Although this matter was not his fault, it still ended in failure.
He had heard of Matsumoto Takeyoshi's rules. Once a mission failed, they would be severely punished!
If the two Dongying people outside were really Matsumoto Takeyoshi's people, they were most likely here to denounce him.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuanshan's expression immediately became serious.
He had heard from Xuanji that Matsumoto Takeyoshi had many experts under him. Each of them had a high cultivation base and were unfathomable, especially the green and white envoys. They were so strong that no one could match them!
"Come with me to meet them later," Lu Yuanshan stood up from the futon and said to Dao Xian behind him.
Although his current cultivation base was not what it used to be, the two of them were after all, the top experts of Dongying. He had to be careful.
After thinking about it, he decided to bring Dao Xian along.
Dao Xian was transformed from a thousand-year-old corpse king. He had copper skin and iron bones, and his murderous aura was invulnerable. Although he had lost half of his corpse core, he was still a top expert. Once they started fighting, they would be able to lend him a helping hand.
When Dao Xian heard Lu Yuanshan's words, an imperceptible smile appeared on his face.
He had already guessed Lu Yuanshan's intention.
From Lu Yuanshan's expression, he could tell that the two Dongying people outside the door were friends or foes. However, one thing was for sure. The two of them were definitely the best of the best. Otherwise, Lu Yuanshan would not have asked him to come along. The reason why he did so was so that he could help them when they fought.
"Yes, Sect Leader," Dao Xian lowered his head and replied.
Here's my chance! Dao Xian, who appeared respectful on the surface, was secretly delighted.
He had searched high and low for it, only to find it by chance!
Since Lu Yuanshan wanted him to help him, he would use this rare opportunity to kill him!
You're vicious, but I'm more vicious than you!
You're ruthless, but I'm more ruthless than you!
Once they fought, he would join forces with the other party to kill this despicable person and take back his corpse core!
As long as his corpse core returned to his body, he would regain his thousand years of cultivation. No one would be able to restrain him anymore!
He had thought it through. He would kill Lu Yuanshan first, then the two experts who came. After that, he would transform into Lu Yuanshan and take charge of Mao Mountain!
At that time, he would be able to sit back and relax!
When he thought of Lu Yuanshan being crushed by him and taking charge of Mao Mountain, Dao Xian, who was bowing to Lu Yuanshan, smiled.
At that moment, Lu Yuanshan was guessing the other party's purpose with a solemn expression. He did not expect that the real opponent was actually right beside him …
After a while, Lu Yuanshan, who was wearing a golden silk robe, brought Dao Xian to the side hall.
Lu Yuanshan suddenly stopped on the bluestone steps less than ten feet away from the side hall.
He frowned and looked up at the side hall.
The aura coming from the side hall made him feel slightly uneasy.
There were two auras, one Yin and one Yang.
The one emitting the Yin aura was obviously a woman, and a woman with high cultivation.
The one emitting the Yang aura was even more complicated.
That aura was steady and domineering, and the Yang aura was extremely strong. It was something that he had never felt before!
Lu Yuanshan, who was well-versed in Taoist arts, had a vague feeling that the expert inside was not human.
Since he took charge of the Maoshan Sect as the sect leader, he had seen many demons and monsters with frightening auras and powerful strength. However, that was the first time he saw such a majestic and domineering aura.
Just the spiritual pressure emanating from it was already so powerful, the strength of the expert inside could be imagined!
It seemed that the person who came this time was not friendly, and he had to be careful.
At that thought, Lu Yuanshan turned around and looked at Dao Xian, who was standing behind him.
Dao Xian's expression was solemn. His relaxed expression was gone.
It was obvious that he had also felt that domineering aura.
No wonder Lu Yuanshan was so careful. The expert inside was indeed not ordinary. Dao Xian thought to himself.
With his thousand years of experience, Dao Xian vaguely guessed the identity of the expert in the side hall.
It was very simple. There was no one else who could emit such a domineering and majestic aura other than a True Dragon.
He was the Millennial Undead King. While he did not belong to the same sect as Hanba, they were of a similar race. He was sharp enough to sense the stench of seawater from the aura emanating from the expert inside.
That majestic aura coupled with the stench of seawater. What else could it be other than a dragon?
"Let's go in," Lu Yuanshan said as he slowly walked toward the side hall.
If it was a blessing, it would not be a curse. If it was a curse, it would be unavoidable. He wanted to see just who that expert was.
At that moment, Lu Yuanshan had one hand in front of him and the other hand behind his back. He looked rather imposing.
"Yes, Sectmaster," Dao Xian, who was behind him, responded while secretly cursing Lu Yuanshan for being a sly old fox.
Lu Yuanshan's movements looked dashing and dignified on the surface, but in reality, they were both offensive and defensive, with murderous intent hidden.
His hand in front of him was slightly clenched into a fist. The golden light in his sleeves flickered faintly, appearing and disappearing. The hand behind his back was clenched into a fist. Black aura was hidden in it and lingered.
To Dao Xian, these two moves were simply the most familiar.
The one with the golden light was the Maoshan's lost art, the Soul Shattering Palm.
The one with the black aura was the Yin energy that Lu Yuanshan had obtained from him.
The two were Yin and Yang, one in front and one behind. They could be used to attack and defend. It could be said that they were both offensive and defensive.
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