"Who’s there?!"
Kuigang and Lingdu Mountain shot into the air almost simultaneously, scanning their surroundings. Soone was spying on them, silent and unseen, yet they couldn’t detect a thing.
A pressure that seed to blanket heaven and earth descended upon them. A look of horror appeared on both their faces. This was power that only an Ancestral Master Level expert of at least the Fifty Layers could wield. For them to have arrived without being noticed, this person was probably above the sixtieth layer.
Kuigang and Lingdu Mountain looked at each other in dismay. ’Why would an Ancestral Master Level expert co to fight them for this thing?’
"Senior, if you need this Wumu Essence, please, take it. But my Lihuo Sect is not so unknown entity. You should at least give us a reason."
Kuigang still had that much backbone. The opponent might be at the Ancestral Master Level, but it wasn’t as if the Lihuo Sect didn’t have its own Ancestral Masters.
"Heh heh, you little rascal. Fine. I won’t take your things for free. When you cultivate the Lihuo Sword, don’t you get the feeling you’re on the verge of falling into a demonic state whenever the moon is full and yin energy is at its peak?"
Lingdu Mountain stared at Kuigang, whose expression had changed drastically. This was a top secret of the Lihuo Sect, known only to those at the Elder Level and above. Whenever the moon was full and yin energy peaked, the Lihuo Sect would seal its mountain, claiming to the outside world that they were holding a morial ceremony.
Although Lingdu Mountain didn’t know what the two were saying, this kind of Secret Transmission could only be used by an Ancestral Master. Seeing the look on Kuigang’s face, sothing major had clearly happened.
"Would you like to know the solution?"
Kuigang shuddered upon hearing this and imdiately cupped his fists. "Senior, if you have a solution, forget this paltry Wumu Essence—I wouldn’t even blink if you asked for my life!"
Laughter echoed from the void. "What use would I have for your life? Now, listen closely."
This sentence wasn’t a Secret Transmission, but Lingdu Mountain couldn’t hear what followed. He knew it must be a top secret. He was dying of curiosity, but he didn’t dare make a move.
Kuigang nodded repeatedly, his face eventually flushing with excitent. He couldn’t control his emotions and broke into a smile.
Then Kuigang, an Elder, fell to his knees and kowtowed three tis toward the empty space. "Senior, for your imnse kindness, the Lihuo Sect will be eternally grateful! Please, leave us your na. Should you ever have any orders for us, the Lihuo Sect will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
Lingdu Mountain’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. ’Is this the sa Kuigang from the Lihuo Sect, the arrogant, untamable man who thinks he’s the best in the world?’
A chuckle ca from the void. "Go."
Kuigang remained kneeling. "Senior, please, leave your na! If I return like this, the Sect Leader will surely not let off."
A sigh echoed from the air. "Moo Shan."
"Thank you, Senior!"
Kuigang kowtowed three more tis. Cultivators bow to heaven and earth, and to their masters. To bow to another person ant one had received an imnse favor.
Without a single glance at the Wumu Essence, Kuigang imdiately left.
Only Lingdu Mountain remained, unsure whether to go or stay.
"Kid, does your Evil Spirit Hall even count as Evil Cultivators? What’s with this Sword Technique you practice? It’s not quite Evil, but not quite Demonic either."
Lingdu Mountain gritted his teeth. "Senior, you can kill , but you cannot insult the Evil Spirit Hall!"
"Insult? Heh heh. What is an Evil Cultivator?"
’What is an Evil Cultivator?’
Lingdu Mountain was truly intimidated by the other’s tone, especially after seeing Kuigang’s reaction.
"An Evil Cultivator is one who cultivates against the heavens! My Evil Spirit Hall is the second-largest Major Sect of Evil Cultivators, second only to the Heaven-Dominating Hall!"
Laughter echoed from the air. "Since when did Evil Cultivators start forming gangs? The world has really changed. Ah, well. Since we share a common origin, I’ll teach you a move!"
Lingdu Mountain saw his own sword fly into the air. He knew the other person was controlling it. This kind of telekinesis wasn’t particularly difficult, so he was curious to see what they intended to do.
But as the Sword Dance began, Lingdu Mountain’s face started to flush red. ’Gods, oh gods, how is this possible!’
’Is this the sa Evil Spirit Sword technique I was just using?’
The moves hadn’t changed much, but the Sword Intent was completely different. That was true Rebellious Intent.
Even the Ancestral Masters in his clan couldn’t produce such pure Rebellious Intent. ’Could it be... this person isn’t an Ancestral Master???’
"Could you be the legendary... G-Grand... Ancestor?"
Lingdu Mountain was growing excited, at a loss for what to do. A great figure had once appeared in the history of Evil Cultivators—a god among them. Because of him, no one ever dared to look down on Evil Cultivators again. He left behind one insurmountable legend after another. Even the Evil Spirit Sect Ancestor was rely...
For a long mont, there was no response from the air. Lingdu Mountain had already fallen to his knees.
"Go. Take this Sword Technique back with you. Rember: Evil is to rebel against the heavens, not to beco a Demon. You don’t need to imitate anyone."
The voice carried an unquestionable resolve.
Lingdu Mountain opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped. He gritted his teeth. "Senior... this disciple takes his leave."
Lingdu Mountain kept looking back every few steps, firmly engraving the na "Moo Shan" in his mind. Only the Sect Leader knew the revered na of that legendary figure.
’Could it be him?’
Lingdu Mountain began to speed up. He had to get this news back as quickly as possible. If it really was him, oh gods, the world would belong to the Evil Cultivators!
Wang ng gave a wry smile. ’Things sure escalated quickly with all that bluffing.’ He sighed. ’I guess I still can’t let go of my feelings about Evil Cultivators.’ After confirming no one was around, Wang ng leisurely placed the pitiful Wumu Essence into his Qiankun Bag.
He was a little emotional, but at least he’d gotten sothing out of it.
When he returned to the tent, Zhao Lingxuan was frantic with worry. The mont she saw Wang ng, she threw herself at him.
"You scared to death! You scared to death!"
"What’s wrong?" Wang ng was baffled.
Suo Ming shrugged helplessly. "Boss, this has nothing to do with . Little Xuan woke up, didn’t see you, and started throwing a fit. You have no idea..."
"Suo Daming, do you want to be kicked out of the Holy Hall?!"
Miss Zhao was furious. She was trying her best to maintain a ladylike image in front of Wang ng.
Suo Ming scratched his head. "I won’t say another word. I don’t know anything."
Wang ng patted Zhao Lingxuan’s head. "Silly girl, it’s nothing. I just went out to see if I could pick up a bargain. Take a look."
Wang ng took out the Thousand-year-old Wumu Essence, and the other two stared with wide eyes.
"This... How is that possible!"
"Boss, are my eyes playing tricks on ?"
"I noticed it had gotten quiet outside, so I thought I’d try my luck and see if I could scavenge anything. And then I saw this thing just lying there all by itself. You know , I hate to let things go to waste..."
"Brother Wang, you’re amazing!"
Zhao Lingxuan imdiately hugged Wang ng and jumped for joy.
A Thousand-year-old Wumu Essence wasn’t really a big deal to Miss Zhao. She was the treasured jewel of the Zhao Family, the kind of person who could turn the Holy Hall upside down without anyone daring to stop her. But this was the first ti she had obtained sothing through her own efforts, so its significance was completely different.
"Alright, alright, you’ll make dizzy if you keep shaking !"
"Right, right! We shouldn’t flash our wealth. Let’s head back as soon as possible."
During this unexpected incident, Zhao Lingxuan had actually advanced a layer. With the Elental Power of the Nineteenth Layer at less than thirteen years old, she could definitely look down on everyone else in the Holy Hall.
Speaking of returning, Zhao Lingxuan’s expression suddenly dimd. "I have to go ho. I... I snuck out this ti."
Wang ng and Suo Ming shared a knowing smile. "We’ll see you off. Don’t run off by yourself anymore. It’s too dangerous."
"Yeah, yeah!" Suo Ming nodded.
"When will you be back at the Holy Hall?"
Without them realizing it, their form of address had progressed to a familiar "you" and "I".
"I’ll go back once I’ve handled my business."
Wang ng and Suo Ming escorted Zhao Lingxuan to the edge of the Holy Hall’s sphere of influence before returning to Tongming City. The round trip had taken up another whole day.
But as soon as they entered the city, they were hit by the thick stench of blood.
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