Capítulo 1357: Chapter 1346: Tielei High Priest
Ning Fan asked nonchalantly, “What do you want to say?”
Wick sneered, “Heh heh. I’ve long disliked him. If Young Master Ning takes action, I’ll lend you a hand.”
“Does your family know about this?”
“Do they need to know? We can handle it secretly.”
Listening to Wick’s retort, Ning Fan understood everything and looked at him with so pity.
This Wick indeed is a fool with no political foresight.
If the Muto family had the ability to confront the Pharaoh, they would have acted long ago. Why wait until today?
Wick said these words entirely out of personal vendetta, without considering the consequences,
The Pharaoh hasn’t been seen for years, likely causing the Muto family’s offspring to grow arrogant.
However, this reminded Ning Fan that, when necessary, he could drag Wick into the ss to completely muddy the waters.
The Muto family has controlled the Temple for years, surely they have an ace up their sleeve.
“If the Muto family confronts the Pharaoh, I and the old man can take advantage of the situation…”
Thinking of this point, Ning Fan felt sowhat excited, but still kept his expression as calm as a still pond.
He quietly glanced at Wick, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
All the earlier thoughts were based on an analysis of Wick’s character.
What if Wick is not as ignorant and foolish as he appears, but instead cleverly masking his true intentions?
Ultimately, who will be the last one laughing is uncertain.
“It seems necessary to make a trip to the Temple.”
Leaving the underground fighting club, Ning Fan politely declined Wick’s invitation, then parted ways.
Under the cover of night, Ning Fan cautiously approached City Hall.
To say approached is actually keeping a distance of over a hundred ters from City Hall.
The area within a hundred ters of City Hall is a vast square.
The square is empty without any obstructive buildings, and the Tower Tip illuminates the place like daylight.
It would be impossible for Ning Fan to stealthily infiltrate unnoticed.
At night, City Hall is even more heavily guarded, with fixed guard posts every five steps and patrols every ten steps, plus the Golden Armor Squad patrolling.
Each squad patrols its position, all ticulously designed without any blind spots.
After watching from the shadows all night, Ning Fan still could not find a way to infiltrate.
No matter which direction, it would surely alarm the patrolling guards.
If the guards were ordinary people, Ning Fan wouldn’t fear them even in large numbers, but they all have True Origin Realm cultivation.
Unable to gain anything, Ning Fan waits quietly in a secluded corner for dawn.
Listening to the discussions on the streets, Ning Fan has beco numb.
No matter where he goes, he hears tales of cultivation at the junkyard.
Fortunately, for now, no one has recognized him, nor sensed any peering eyes, allowing him to roam the streets at ease.
“Old man, the nickna ‘Ning Fan of Junkyard Cultivation’ has spread throughout the city. You wouldn’t be unaware, right?”
Along the way, taking advantage when people weren’t paying attention, Ning Fan left many secret signs known only to the old man.
The content of the secret signs was simple, just one sentence: “Heavenly King Covers Earth Tiger,” and the correct response was naturally “Little Chicken Stews Mushrooms.”
Ning Fan’s current destination is the Temple, extrely curious about the Sacrificial Technique there.
Plus, having promised Wick last night to et later, it’s very necessary to go in advance.
The Sun God’s Temple is located in a corner of Ancient Sky City, a pyramid building vast in area, with a wide base and narrow top, forming a step-like structure.
With the glorious architectural history of Ancient Egypt, naturally, the Temple is built with grandeur and imposing magnificence.
Over a hundred tiers, each almost half a ter high, extending to an endless height.
If not for this land’s universal martial cultivation, these hundred tiers would be enough to deter the most devout believer.
Watching the residents traveling beside him, Ning Fan sighed quietly, “The Temple’s business seems very good, making money hand over fist is no exaggeration.”
Upon reaching the topmost tier, Ning Fan discovers that this place actually corresponds with City Lord’s Mansion, seemingly matching in height.
Because the pyramid’s base is so expansive, despite the ‘shrinkage’ after over a hundred tiers, the top is still a large platform.
An imposing Temple built of huge stones stands at the center of the platform.
Watching the people coming and going endlessly at the Temple’s large gate, Ning Fan is not in a rush to enter; instead, he circles around.
The Temple’s platform is elevated, much higher than the walls of Ancient Sky City, giving a broad view, allowing a full sweep of the city inside and out.
The only regret for Ning Fan is the blockage by the City Lord’s Mansion, where the Pharaoh resides, preventing a clear view behind.
Ning Fan suspects strongly that behind the Pharaoh’s pyramid residence, where the sun rises for Ancient Sky City, is likely the barrier’s end.
If it were Earth’s location, such a place would undoubtedly be the best sightseeing spot.
But here, it’s a Temple, where devout believers dare not act recklessly.
Not only does no one tour here, even the ground remains spotless.
The spacious platform has only Ning Fan wandering alone.
“You must be Ning Fan!”
The sudden voice startles Ning Fan. Soone ca unnoticed to his rear.
Higher martial artist cultivation ans greater sensitivity to aura; not just nearby, but even ten ters away, Ning Fan can sense it.
Yet now, if not for the person speaking,
Ning Fan doesn’t know when or where this person appeared?
Looking at the elderly man in a robe wearing a gold crown, then glancing at the majestic Temple, Ning Fan calms his mind and says coolly, “Sir indeed has good ans.”
It’s uncertain what techniques this old man cultivated, managing to rge his aura with the Temple, blending both as one.
The Temple, being a lifeless object, naturally was disregarded by Ning Fan, allowing the old man to sneak in.
Of course! Using this thod to launch a sneak attack, Ning Fan wouldn’t be worried at all.
Unless his martial prowess exceeds Ning Fan’s by a realm, otherwise the fluctuation of True Qi could not possibly escape detection.
Since the old man spoke up friendly, Ning Fan temporarily classified him as “non-enemy”; whether he’s a friend depends on further dialogue.
“Just a little trick, yet Master Ning has praised it.”
With a smile, the old man courteously replied, then introduced himself, “I am Muto Tielei, serving as the Temple’s High Priest.”
“Ah, it’s the Family Head Tielei. I’ve heard much about you.”
Though spoken thus, Ning Fan’s tone held clear sarcasm and displeasure.
If Wick could be described as foolish as a pig, then Tielei is undoubtedly the scheming old fox.
Tielei had indeed anticipated Ning Fan’s visit to the Temple for reconnaissance today; otherwise, his timing of appearance wouldn’t have been so coincidental.
Unwittingly, Ning Fan fell into a trap, understandably sparking his irritation.
Tielei remained unfazed, still warmly smiling, “Master, you’re too kind.”
As the saying goes, one doesn’t strike a smiling face; Ning Fan had to swallow his pride and ask, “High Priest, what instructions do you have?”
“I wouldn’t call it instruction, just wishing to converse with the Master.”
Ning Fan shrugged, nonchalantly comnting, “Then let’s have a chat.”
“Please!”
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