The atmosphere inside Miao Jun’s cave was slightly heavy.
"What did you say??"
Miao Jun’s face was filled with disbelief, his eyes widened as he stared intently at his subordinate who ca to report the news, as if doubting what he heard.
"President, both the president and vice president of the Ten Thousand Dragons Comrce Association have died due to a mysterious assassination, their corpses now nowhere to be found."
A white-haired elder suppressed the turbulent emotions within him and repeated the shocking news clearly once more.
He understood very well the president’s current feelings.
After all, when he first heard this news, he too was dazed for quite a while before recovering from the extre shock.
One must know that the president of the Ten Thousand Dragons Comrce Association was no ordinary figure; not only was he a Golden Core middle-stage cultivator, but also a third-rank mid-grade puppet master.
In the cultivation realm, to silently assassinate such a figure without leaving a trace, would require at least a top-level late-stage Golden Core assassin.
Thinking of this, the elder couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, wondering if Lv Wenbo had sohow incurred the wrath of so deity, hence inviting such a deadly calamity.
At this mont, a trace of schadenfreude unexpectedly surged within the elder’s heart.
Thus, their greatest threat from the Purple Mountain Association was effortlessly eliminated, ensuring peace for the future.
However, after a brief shock, Miao Jun regained his composure, his face showing not the slightest hint of schadenfreude; instead, his brows furrowed tightly as a chilling thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
"Could it be that he did it??"
Miao Jun almost imdiately associated the matter with Yan Ruchen.
The entire situation was simply too coincidental!
Just two months ago, Yan Ruchen had inford him that Lv Wenbo was crafting a third-rank upper-grade puppet.
Moreover, after receiving the reward he offered, he even boldly declared that he had the capability to counter Lv Wenbo.
Given all this, it was really hard not to suspect.
"It shouldn’t be him, it shouldn’t be."
Soon, Miao Jun subconsciously shook his head as if to dispel the frightening speculation in his mind.
In his view, even with the help of a seasoned third-rank mid-grade demon, Yan Ruchen would find it exceedingly difficult to deal with Lv Wenbo, who had yet to possess a third-rank upper-grade puppet for protection.
Not to ntion assassinating the opponent in such a stealthy manner.
"If it’s not him, then who else could it be?" Miao Jun fell into deep distress.
Recalling how Yan Ruchen had easily repaired Miao Wanqian’s damaged foundation, which comprised the original sigils of his family, his heart stirred with doubt.
Perhaps, this mysterious Yan Ruchen indeed harbored so unknown and powerful hidden card!
At this mont, the elder beside, seeing the president lost in thought with such an absent-minded expression, imdiately realized that perhaps the president knew so inside story about the matter.
However, being perceptive, he did not rashly inquire.
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Ten days later.
A brilliant escape light rapidly approached Hundred Spirit Mountain like a teor.
At this mont, Miao Jun was leading the high-ranking mbers of the Purple Mountain Association to greet it.
"Welco, Advisor Yan!"
Besides Miao Jun, all mbers of the Purple Mountain Association greeted respectfully in unison, their voices echoing through the mountain range.
The escape light slowly halted, and a gaunt middle-aged man stood proudly in the void.
This person’s clothing fluttered in the wind, his posture upright, radiating a naturally cold and strong presence, intimidating all who dared to look directly.
"Miao Daoyou, is such a grand scene ant especially for ?"
Xu Ping’s lips slightly curved into a faint smile, his gaze coolly sweeping over the crowd.
"Advisor Yan, being the honored elder of our Purple Mountain Association, it is perfectly normal for to lead everyone to welco you."
Miao Jun wore a gentle smile on his face.
Behind him, the high-ranking mbers of the Purple Mountain Association stood in neat formation, each wearing a respectful expression, looking up to Xu Ping standing proudly in the sky.
Xu Ping looked at Miao Jun thoughtfully, and then alongside Miao Jun’s guidance, they walked toward Miao Jun’s cave shoulder to shoulder.
Inside the cave, the two sat down as host and guest.
Miao Jun personally poured a cup of Spirit Tea for Xu Ping, with the steaming fragrance instantly filling the cave.
Miao Jun seemingly casually asked: "Advisor Yan, the Ten Thousand Dragons Comrce Association recently suffered such a heavy blow, with its president and vice president both dying from a mysterious assassination. It’s truly shocking."
"I wonder, what unique insights might Daoyou have on this matter?"
Xu Ping understood Miao Jun’s intentions but neither affird nor denied anything, responding casually:
"The cultivation realm is eternally unpredictable, one never knows when such sudden changes might occur."
"Perhaps the Ten Thousand Dragons Comrce Association made too many enemies and t its karma."
His tone was calm and unperturbed, making it difficult for anyone to glean any useful information from his words.
Miao Jun found Xu Ping’s ambiguous response sowhat disappointing, unable to obtain definitive answers from him.
However, this only made Miao Jun more convinced of his own suspicions.
After all, if the cultivation realm truly adhered to karma, then ninety percent of cultivators would have no path but death.
He pondered privately, and his gaze towards Xu Ping unconsciously carried a hint of reverence.
Being capable of silently killing Golden Core middle-stage cultivators in addition to third-rank mid-grade puppet masters, such figures were renowned throughout the Wind Country, deserving of Miao Jun’s and the entire Purple Mountain Association’s utmost alliance.
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