Red Heart Patrols the Sky Chapter 825 - 825 79 Deqiao

825: Chapter 79 Deqiao 825: Chapter 79 Deqiao The Raging Sun Stone is said to be a fragnt of the sun, and it is very expensive.

Ah Ce does not seem like a wealthy man, and World Building is certainly not an organization that can make money.

So where did his money co from, and what was it for buying the Raging Sun Stone?

But these doubts only circled in Jiang Wang’s mind for a mont, ultimately they were none of his concern, and he did not give them much thought.

Rather than worrying about the unknown Ah Ce, it was better to think about why Lin Youxie was angry.

After all, Lin Youxie could greatly disrupt him and truly affect his actions.

In many cases, the person could contain their temper, but seed to be particularly bothered and could not tolerate Jiang Wang calling her “arbitrary.”

Was it because of the honor of The Green Plaque Inheritance?

Could not bear questioning of her capabilities?

Or was there sothing else hidden?

…

…

Ti flew by; two days had hastily passed since that auction.

To the north of Hain Island, there was an island that, from a bird’s eye view, resembled a hanging axe.

It was originally called Hanging Axe Island, but later the na was changed to Deqiao Island because the character for “axe” was too harsh.

The na derives from “Fishern are satisfied with their catch, woodcutters smile with ease when they get what they seek.” It symbolizes axe-wielding woodcutters who are content with their lot, reflecting the islanders’ good wishes for life.

There were three small sects on the island, each stationed in its own territory; they mostly coexisted peacefully with few disturbances.

A man of dium stature, wearing a cloak, hurried along a small path of silver sand towards a small courtyard by the sea.

This area belonged to the Jade Toad Sect, and the silver sand was one of Deqiao Island’s specialties.

This kind of silver-colored fine sand, cool in nature, had a unique effect when used in casting tools; the Nan Yao Lian family made substantial purchases here every year.

If this small courtyard had a pathway made of silver sand, its owner must be extraordinary.

Upon approaching the courtyard, the cloaked man appeared sowhat nervous, shifting his body slightly to relax his muscles.

anwhile, a light-colored powder from between his fingers scattered down, silently blending with the surroundings.

After making these preparations, he looked around cautiously, then finally reached out and knocked on the door.

Squeak—creak.

The courtyard door opened by itself, with no one waiting behind it.

“Does soone manage reincarnation?” the cloaked man uttered the code phrase.

There was still no response.

The cloaked man then stepped inside, looking around as he walked.

The courtyard was spotlessly clean, devoid of flowers, plants, fish, or insects, not even a stone table.

It was completely empty at a glance.

The whole courtyard was silent.

Even the sound of the tides seed to have grown distant.

This silence was broken as he was about to step into the hall.

Breaking the silence was a coarse, hoarse voice.

“Who, are, you?”

The owner of the voice seed very unaccustod to speaking, making it extrely difficult.

The cloaked man flipped open his cloak, revealing the face of a man in his fifties, gentle in appearance.

His face was full of smiles, “It’s , Wu Yi Yu!

I have had cooperation with your organization before!”

Just by looking at Wu Yi Yu’s appearance, it was hard to believe he was soone who could brutally turn against a fellow disciple he had grown up with, much less a traitor.

He looked genuinely kind.

At this mont he did not know where the owner of the courtyard was, so while speaking, he continued to look around.

Suddenly, a chilling face approached him.

Wu Yiyu jumped in fright, hastily retreating to put so distance between them, and shifted his gaze.

“I didn’t see anything!”

He dared not look at the other’s true face for fear of being silenced, yet he couldn’t stop watching, worried about being attacked, which made him seem very awkward.

“It doesn’t matter,” the person with the chilling face said.

“My face is not important.”

“No no no, it’s very important, Wang the Coroner.” Wu Yiyu said anxiously, “Unless I have already passed your inspection and beco one of our own in Hell Has No Door.”

His connection with Hell Has No Door had arisen a long ti ago.

He had treated the assassins from Hell Has No Door, even many tis.

Of course, this wasn’t sothing that the Gold Needle Sect would approve of.

Once exposed, he would also be held accountable by the Qi Court.

He had greedily taken on such tasks privately many tis for a huge profit.

In a sense, he was also part of the hidden force of Hell Has No Door within the Qi Boundary, though only a peripheral one, not core.

This ti, he ca in hopes of becoming a part of the core.

He wanted to beco one of the Yamas of Hell Has No Door, filling the vacancies left by those who had died.

If he beca one of the Yamas, then he could safely look at Wang the Coroner’s true face.

Otherwise, he feared he would be silenced.

But Wu Yiyu clearly didn’t understand what Wang the Coroner ant by his face not being important.

Wang the Coroner had no intention of explaining.

He simply stared at him.

“You, say, one of us?”

Wu Yiyu inexplicably felt that gaze on him, as if a beast checking out a type of food, deciding which part was tastier.

This feeling made him shiver, and he hurriedly explained, “I’ve spoken to the kid, I want to join our Hell Has No Door.

She said you hold the highest position in the Near Sea, and that I should co to you.

She said she has already reported to you.”

‘The kid’ was a pseudonym for one of the foreign affairs leaders of Hell Has No Door, who had been active in the Near Sea Archipelago lately, and had been Wu Yiyu’s contact previously.

And since Wang the Coroner had fled the Qi Boundary for the sea last ti, he had been staying in the Near Sea Archipelago, which also likely went unnoticed by many.

“Oh, I rember now,”

Wang the Coroner said blandly, paused, then added, “We do, indeed, need people, since so have, died.”

Wu Yiyu flattered, “To assassinate the Minister of Rites of Qi Country in Linzi, our Hell Has No Door is already quite remarkable!

So casualties are inevitable.

And you, such a powerful figure, remain unscathed, right?”

He deliberately avoided looking at Wang the Coroner’s face, therefore, not noticing that Wang the Coroner’s facial muscles didn’t twitch at all in his dull expression.

But Wu Yiyu did hear the flat voice.

Wang the Coroner completely ignored his comnt, simply stating, “This, I cannot decide.”

He extended his right hand, the pale hand devoid of any color, open before Wu Yiyu.

“A Pri Stone.”

“Ah?

Oh!”

Wu Yiyu was startled for a mont but quickly realized he had to act, fishing out a Pri Stone from his Storage Box, putting it into a small cloth bag, and placing it in Wang the Coroner’s hand.

Despite the pain it caused him, he dared not hesitate.

The Dao Yuan Stone was the most basic currency in the cultivation world, accumulating a hundred Dao Yuan made a High Stone, and a million Dao Yuan concentrated into one stone made a “Pri” which is the origin, the fundantal.

A Pri Stone was equal to a hundred High Stones, which was also the price for a Channel-opening Pill.

Using it as the entry fee to join Hell Has No Door wasn’t too expensive after all.

But…

who had ever heard of paying an entry fee to join such a dangerous assassin organization?

Wu Yiyu’s confusion didn’t last long.

Because after Wang the Coroner took the Pri Stone, he swiftly moved his fingers, circulated the Daoist Decrees, and finally clapped his hands together, pulling open a silver-white curtain of light in front of him.

The curtain of light wobbled briefly before stabilizing, and a handso face appeared on it.

Although he had never seen him personally, Wu Yiyu already knew who he was—

King of Qin Guang from Hell Has No Door!