687: Chapter 686: Siege of Chicken Mountain 687: Chapter 686: Siege of Chicken Mountain As Yusuf Zuck was preparing to start his plan, the next day, as soon as dawn broke, the sounds of the horn echoed through the Sect of Heaven’s Origin, piercingly loud.
“Bang—” As Yusuf Zuck stood up, Alvin Trujillo burst in.
“Big Bean, quick, gather up, there’s a major event happening in the sect, co with ,” Alvin Trujillo said as he grabbed Yusuf Zuck and ran.
“What major event?” Yusuf Zuck asked, puzzled.
“Don’t know, but this is the summoning order,” Alvin Trujillo shook his head.
As the two n dashed out, many others also rushed out of their courtyards, regardless of their cultivation level, all heading towards the Martial Practice Field.
The Martial Practice Field was a vast square where the inner sect disciples assembled.
When Yusuf Zuck and Alvin Trujillo arrived at the square, their master Hector Cooke had already arrived early, and behind Hector Cooke stood about a hundred people, all his disciples.
However, the number of people behind Hector Cooke was far fewer than those behind other Solidifying Pill monks, with so even having five to six hundred followers.
“No noise, no talking, everybody straighten up your clothes,” Hector Cooke glared behind him, and the group of over a hundred dared not speak.
There was a raised stone platform in the square, and at this mont, there were about a dozen people standing on it, both n and won, their bodies emanating a vast aura of energy.
“Swoosh—” A golden light appeared from afar and in an instant landed on the platform.
“We welco the Supervisor,” the dozen people on the platform bowed to this last arriving person and called out to him as Supervisor.
It wasn’t the Sect Leader but the Supervisor.
This Supervisor looked to be in his forties, neither fat nor thin, and had an air of composed dignity about him.
After nodding slightly, he then cast a fierce glance down at the thousands of inner and outer sect disciples below the platform.
Everyone dared not et the gaze of the Supervisor; as his eyes swept over them, aside from a few Solidifying Pill scions, all others bowed their heads.
“Three days ago, in a team of ten from our Sect of Heaven’s Origin on an expedition, eight disciples at the Higher Fetal Breathing Realm were beheaded, their heads thrown outside our sect.
This incident has shocked the cosmos, becoming common knowledge, and our Sect Leader and the Elders are thunderously furious.
They have ordered to imdiately ascertain the full details of this incident.”
“After three days of investigation, we confird that a group of Demon Cultivators has taken over Chicken Mountain.
Our sect’s team of ten disciples were training on Chicken Mountain when eight were killed.
The whereabouts of the other two Golden Pill inner sect disciples remain unknown.”
“What?” At these announcents, the crowd instantly buzzed with alarm; many found it unbelievable.
How could Demon Cultivators suddenly appear on Chicken Mountain?
“As decreed by the Sect Leader and the Elders, all inner and outer sect disciples and instructors will temporarily halt lessons and cultivation, suspend all tasks, and all disciples will be dispatched to Chicken Mountain.
Treat this as a live combat exercise, surround and eradicate Chicken Mountain, behead the Demon Cultivators, and sacrifice them to our fallen brethren of Heaven’s Origin!”
“Kill, kill, kill!” Standing at the forefront, Hector Cooke suddenly raised his fist and shouted the chant!
This guy was certainly good at whipping up the atmosphere, so as he shouted his three “kills,” the cries were taken up by over three thousand people, their fists raised, all shouting “kill, kill, kill!”
Yusuf Zuck, too, raised his fist and shouted along, but he kept looking around; with all the inner sect disciples erging, could Paisley Kirk be among them?
Unfortunately, with so many people around and unable to use telekinesis, he saw nothing.
The manager on the stage nodded at Hector Cooke with satisfaction, and Hector Cooke grinned, revealing a complacent smile.
As an opportunist, leading a couple of chants wasn’t much, but it was a chance to show off, and in doing so, he had managed to butter up the manager.
Why wouldn’t he be pleased?
“All instructors, deacons, and stewards, stay behind to receive your Antidote Pills.
The rest of the disciples, go back and prepare your food supplies; in half an incense stick’s ti, everyone will convene outside the Sect’s mountain.”
“Let’s go, let’s go.” Alvin Trujillo pulled Yusuf Zuck along and whispered as they walked, “Chicken Mountain is full of weirdness, all poison gas and poisonous barriers, and there’s the Returning Dragon Formation too.
Speaking too loud could bring the bad luck of a drizzle.
For thousands of years, no one has ascended it.
There are rumors that people tried to burn the mountain down, but the fire could only burn at the foot, not touching the flowers and grasses up top!”
“Now that there’s a big demon occupying the place, our trip there will be pointless.”
“If it’s pointless, why are we being sent there?” Yusuf Zuck asked, puzzled.
“For the experience, you know.
Maybe there’ll be small demons, and I even heard there’s so kind of blood sacrifice ritual.
When the ti cos, everyone’ll spray out Essence Blood to sacrifice to so Formation, then attack one Formation with another or sothing like that.
Just not sure if it’ll actually be used.
Anyway, the Sect wouldn’t just send you for a leisurely mountain trip, so watch your own life when the ti cos!”
“Oh, thanks senior brother.
But senior brother, who’s that manager up on the stage?
And who are those dozen or so people?” Yusuf Zuck asked curiously.
“That manager is Alexis Wolfe, the Head Instructor’s eldest son.
His Cultivation Level ranks third among the Head Instructor’s children, at the later stages of Feathering, possessing powerful Divine Skills and a Top-grade magical instrunt.
The other dozen are Gold Core Experts from within the Sect, although there are no Elders present.
Elders and the Head Instructor rarely take action themselves!”
“So that ans the Head Instructor and the Elders are still in the Inner Sect, right?” Yusuf Zuck asked with a smile.
“Definitely in the Inner Sect,” Alvin Trujillo nodded.
“Got it.” Yusuf Zuck and Alvin Trujillo returned to their own room.
There wasn’t much to pack, really; they could buy the dry food from the market on the way, and all they needed to carry were their own swords.
Yusuf Zuck was hoping Paisley Kirk would be in the team, so after grabbing his greatsword, he went to the mountain gate early.
Many people began to erge, so with backpacks, so empty-handed, but everyone was carrying their weapons.
Yusuf Zuck just stood outside the mountain gate, continuously watching.
But as more and more people appeared, he still hadn’t seen Paisley Kirk.
Yusuf Zuck silently fud, even wishing he could set fire to the Tianyuan Sect.
When thousands appeared, Yusuf Zuck was disappointed; it seed Paisley Kirk had not joined this expedition.
“We’re off, we’re off, co on lads, follow !” Hector Cooke ran out with a large cloth bag, waved his hands to signal departure, and around a hundred people followed him towards Chicken Mountain.
Yusuf Zuck followed the crowd, but he had also made up his mind.
Once back at Chicken Mountain, he would command the sixteen big demons to co down the mountain and kill as many as they could, since this team was only led by a single Feathering stage expert who didn’t seem to understand what was really happening on Chicken Mountain.
And as such, this would surely deal a heavy blow to the Tianyuan Sect—it would be best if he could capture that steward Alexis Wolfe, perhaps even make a deal with Tianyuan Sect!
Moreover, this ti, he was also prepared to take action himself.
After all, having activated the ninth Blood Bead, he still didn’t know the extent of his strength, so he was ready to use the Golden Pill Monks for practice, to see if he could kill a Golden Pill!～
anwhile, as Yusuf Zuck and the others were running on the ground, streaks of breaking air sounded in the sky.
The dozen or so Golden Pill Experts turned into streaks of golden light and disappeared, with the leader, the sole Feathering stage expert, washed in purple light.
Many junior disciples lifted their heads, watching the sky with envy, admiring those streaks of light!
To cultivate for immortality, for ultimate freedom, to seek the Way, to stand equal with heaven!
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