Inside the house, an old voice slowly said:
"Do as you see fit, and when Wensong returns, then..."
Zu Wenqiu was slightly taken aback. When Junior Brother Wensong returns, then what?
He tentatively called softly into the house:
"Master?"
The light was dappled, and the house was silent.
Zu Wenqiu inexplicably grew a little nervous.
Clearly, it was just an ordinary room, yet at this mont it felt suffocatingly terrifying to him.
After a long while, a slightly weary voice finally ca from inside:
"Wenqiu... Your Junior Brother Wensong, he has just fallen."
The voice wasn’t loud, but in that instant, it was as if thunder had exploded in his ears!
Zu Wenqiu was suddenly stunned:
"Wensong, Wensong has fallen?!"
"How is that possible... Who?! Where?!"
The voice inside was calm and slow, as if the earlier weariness was just an illusion, without much emotional fluctuation:
"If my senses are correct, it should be in the area of Red Sky Palace and Hundred Ghost Mountain."
"Red Sky Palace? I’ll go right away!"
At that mont, Zu Wenqiu’s eyes glead fiercely, he raised his hand sharply and paid respect to the house, then turned and strode towards the courtyard.
His previous timidity vanished, revealing his resolute nature.
But at this mont, the voice from inside slowly sounded:
"Co back."
Zu Wenqiu involuntarily paused and turned his head to look into the depths of the house, his eyes full of suppressed urgency:
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
The voice inside unhurriedly said:
"The people inside the realm, especially your generation of brothers, are too conspicuous... let Yun Zaitian take a look."
"But..."
Zu Wenqiu couldn’t help but speak up to plea.
But he was only t with two simple words from within the house:
"Go ahead."
No matter how much reluctance and unwillingness he felt, Zu Wenqiu eventually bowed his head, whispering:
"...Yes."
A few breaths later, led by Yun Zaitian, several figures swiftly flew out of the realm mbrane shrouded in Chaos Origin Substance, heading into the depths of the Void...
...
"Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord, haha, how could I let you personally handle such a small matter?"
"I’m best at Soul Control, I guarantee that under Soul Search, these Red Sky Palace people, no matter how stubborn, will have to clearly reveal the location of their Dao Field and all the Innate Dao Treasures they’ve hidden!"
Vine Grinding Ghost King bent over, smilingly standing before Chong Hua, with a smile on his face that even the other Four Great Ghost Kings found sowhat disgraceful.
Already small in stature, compared to the tall and imposing Chong Hua, he appeared ridiculous, like a re three-inch figure.
But he didn’t mind at all, striving to please.
Chong Hua glanced lightly at Vine Grinding Ghost King, then slightly squinted, with a faint trace of killing intent in his eyes.
In his heart, he rarely felt regret for having accepted their surrender earlier.
Too noisy.
It annoyed him to listen.
He wasn’t a Cultivator after all, perhaps adept at killing and arson, but far from having the myriad of ans a Cultivator possessed; considering the possibility of being deceived by Yun Qi, he ultimately chose to accept.
After appointing him as the Mountain Lord of Hundred Ghost Mountain, the Five Ghost Kings began acting as prison guards, each taking action to seal the Cultivators of Red Sky Palace and the abandoned Cultivator Ji Wujiu from Jade Pot Realm, stripping them of their Cultivation Base, and even scraping the land three feet deep to see if any Innate Dao Treasures or other treasures were fortunately preserved.
Their enthusiasm and diligence were almost more like the people of Little Cang World than he was.
But fortunately, it spared him the effort, as he quietly reviewed the outco of his prior engagent with those Jade Pot Realm Cultivators... Hmm, zero gain.
"Stronger than Yun Qi a lot, but it’s more because their Primordial Spirit and Dao Domain are on the sa level, and their own realm is just that much."
Chong Hua felt quietly disappointed.
Those Jade Pot Realm Cultivators were only early-stage Unification Primordial Spirits and Class V Dao Domains after all.
To achieve the Unification Level, they’re naturally not diocre, but compared to him, they still fell considerably short.
He’d been in the Northern Continent for many years, long having comprehended the True Martial Sutra of Seventh Rank Middle Stage; perhaps due to the Immortal Blood, his actual Combat prowess couldn’t be simply asured by realm.
Of course, despite the absolute gap, he still couldn’t easily cross it.
For instance, he had crossed hands with Yu Wuheng.
Though Yu Wuheng’s Primordial Spirit still hadn’t entered Unification, the treasures left by the Double-Pupil Taoist within her Primordial Spirit, capable of suppressing it, made her control over her Seventh-Order Dao Domain increasingly perfect.
In such a situation, even with all his might, he couldn’t break through Yu Wuheng’s defense.
This ant there was still a significant chasm between him and the late stage of the Seventh Rank.
This chasm urgently needed a life-and-death battle to aid his transformation.
It’s just that finding a worthy opponent was far more difficult than imagined.
At least until now, everyone he’d t had left him extrely disappointed.
Upon thinking this, he furrowed his brows slightly, looking at Yun Qi beside him, whose face was deathly pale, slowly repairing his lower half, carrying a hint of expectation:
"Is your Palace Master really returning soon?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Qi’s face turned alternately blue and pale.
The anticipation in this killer’s tone involuntarily reminded him of Qiao Wensong’s head.
Thinking of the Palace Master’s past displayed strength, compared to Qiao Wensong... made him shiver!
He nodded slowly in silence:
"Yes... When he left, he said the round trip would not exceed three hundred years, and he’s been gone for over a hundred years already, so at most another hundred years, he should be back."
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