The Trickster is from Qin, the night watchman is from the Mo Family, the Ku Daoist is from the Taoist Sect, the One-eyed Monk is from the Buddhist Temple, Wu Qingcang is from the Witch God Temple, and Yang Xiao has also had contact with the Yi Sect. Unknowingly, Yang Xiao has already engaged with six of the Ten Great Sects.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in Yang Xiao’s mind—that was the Second Demon Uncle. Yang Xiao rembered that Second Demon Uncle held a very high rank and was once the Purple Robe Spiritual Master of one of the Taoist factions. Considering that the world’s Taoist Sect is united, Second Demon Uncle should also be considered a mber of the Taoist Sect.
However, thinking about Second Demon Uncle’s notorious reputation and nurous enemies across the world, he has likely been expelled from the Taoist Sect by now.
Second Demon Uncle held a very high rank and once ntioned that he held Elder Sheng in his arms at a sect ceremony when he was just an infant who understood nothing.
As for Sheng Yanlin’s status in the world of martial arts, he is the head of Yiling Academy, one of the Upper Three Bookshops, and has thrived in the martial arts world for decades. His status is so high that even the heads of first-class sects in the martial arts world would treat him with the etiquette of a junior when eting him.
Calculating this, Second Demon Uncle’s rank is frighteningly high; he’s at least of the sa generation as Sheng Yanlin’s father, or an elder of the Ling Academy, causing Yang Xiao to speculate about whether Second Demon Uncle’s rank is higher, or if it’s the current leader of the Taoist Sect.
The cold night wind blew, waking Yang Xiao up quite a bit. Due to the recent rain, the mountain path was not easy to traverse; the shoes felt slippery on the moss-covered stone steps, and so stretches even lacked steps altogether.
But they were now very close to their destination, probably only a few hundred ters away. They could already see the dim lights of the nearby sanatorium.
The rain in the mountains cos quickly and violently, accompanied by thunderous sounds. This long-anticipated storm had finally descended, and when the paper monkey encountered the rainwater, it lted, struggling into a puddle of paper mud.
However, the need for the paper monkey to guide them was no longer present; they had arrived.
Before reaching the sanatorium, Yang Xiao and his group stopped at a distance just outside the range in which Yang Xiao’s Human Bone Staff could sense.
He intended to probe the people inside first, before deciding how to strike.
Although Yang Xiao was not overly concerned with casualties, minimizing the losses was still preferred. Moreover, regardless of the heaven-defying, wrath-inducing evil deeds these Evil Cultivators committed previously, at least at this mont, they were his teammates.
Closing his eyes, Yang Xiao used the Human Bone Staff to subtly sense the situation inside the sanatorium. However, to his surprise, this ti the sensing seed to be disturbed by sothing, as he perceived almost no spiritual power sensing. It was as if this sanatorium nestled on the mountainside was empty.
"So quiet..." Ku Daoist also furrowed his brows at the mont, finding this evidently unusual.
The rain poured down from the sky, thunder and lightning roared overhead, clearly at odds with the word "quiet," but everyone understood that what Ku Daoist referred to as "quiet" was certainly not the absence of sound, but... a peculiar sense of eerie stillness.
Even without much vigilance, at least so should be stationed nearby for lookout, yet throughout this journey, even after arriving here, they hadn’t detected any so-called hidden sentinels, which was exceedingly abnormal.
"Sothing’s wrong! Why is there no sign of living people inside?" Ku Daoist puzzled, "Could it be that they got wind of the news and fled beforehand?"
"Impossible." Yang Xiao directly dismissed Ku Daoist’s conjecture. If that were the case, then the Nanzhe Province Public Office should simply shut down, unable to even keep track of a Withered Bone Pavilion outpost, what’s the point of its presence?
"Hmm? What’s that?" With good eyesight, Butterfly Lady spotted sothing vaguely moving in the woods outside the sanatorium’s gate over a hundred ters away.
Due to the curtain of rain, Yang Xiao and the rest could only see vague shapes as the rain intensified, the forest behind them seed swallowed by the downpour.
In the next mont, with lightning streaking across the night sky, Yang Xiao’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw it, there was movent in that forest—a group of people, many wearing blue and white striped patient gowns, like sleepwalkers, swaying their bodies, leisurely making their way out of the woods.
Each one was barefoot, sporting bizarre smiles on their faces, and bleeding from all seven orifices as they approached.
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