Chapter 464: Chapter 9 The Vulture Old Man_3
The little sparrow demon swiveled its shiny black eyes, chirping agreeably, and pecked affectionately at the arm of the young monk Jue Zhen.
“Greetings to little sparrow fellow daoist,” Lu Qingshan, who had always treated the Great King of the West Rats equally, naturally accepted the little sparrow demon with good grace, and politely greeted it.
Delighted beyond expectation, the little sparrow demon responded jubilantly with a couple of cries.
“During this ti, the little master can go to Giant Bear City for a visit, and perhaps it isn’t even necessary to seek out that evil monk of the Sand Sea; the evil monk might just co knocking on his own,” Lu Qingshan said to the young monk Jue Zhen during their farewell.
This was not an unfounded claim.
The bait had already been laid, and if the Sand Bandits did not react by the ti he appeared in Giant Bear City, they would not deserve their reputation as the overlords of the Mogao Desert.
As for the evil monk Qi Luo from the Sand Sea, who just recently committed atrocities in the Bei Tribe, which was not far from Giant Bear City, the probability of him doubling back to Giant Bear City after getting word of his presence there was undoubtedly high.
Without waiting for Jue Zhen to respond, Lu Qingshan once again took control of his sword and flew straight to Giant Bear City.
Jue Zhen silently paid his respects to Lu Qingshan’s departing figure.
After a while, the young monk suddenly rembered that he had forgotten to ask Lu Qingshan for his na and origin, and slapped his forehead in annoyance.
……
In the depths of the Mogao Desert, where few footprints tread.
At this mont, suddenly, several figures hurriedly arrived, standing before a sand dune.
Not long after, a dark, downward tunnel appeared from within the sand dune, and hot air rose from within it.
These figures did not hesitate, directly entering the tunnel.
Then, after traversing a long, pitch-black passage, a fiery red world ca into view.
This was a massive grotto hidden beneath the desert, with a river of subterranean magma flowing through. Enormous bubbles occasionally rose from the magma, only to burst with loud pops.
This was the den where the Sand Bandits hid away.
A burly man suddenly appeared before these figures.
“What’s the matter?”
“There is important news to report to the boss,” these figures were the Sand Bandit cultivators who had witnessed Lu Qingshan departing from Dongque City.
“Wait here,” said the burly man, and then he disappeared into the depths of the grotto.
A mont later.
An emaciated old man, draped in a black robe and with a head full of white hair, his beards at the corners of his lips also white, stood before the Sand Bandit cultivators.
“Boss,” the Sand Bandit cultivators bowed their heads, respectfully addressing him.
The old man before them was the terrifying existence who had established the Sand Bandits and dominated the Mogao Desert by his own strength.
A Great Cultivator at the Void Refining Middle Stage, the Vulture Elder.
“What is the matter of urgency?” asked the Vulture Elder, his voice hoarse and piercing.
“The leader of the Poison Body Sect was killed by a Sword Cultivator …” The Sand Bandit cultivators dared not exaggerate but reported everything they knew and speculated to the Vulture Elder truthfully.
In the Vulture Elder’s withered eyes, a sinister, eerie green light suddenly flickered and grew ever brighter, the verdant light rippling, ghastly and terrifying.
A cold breath erged from nowhere, making the Sand Bandit cultivators shiver.
They instantly turned fearful, trembling in their minds and bodies.
“Do you know the specific identity of that Sword Cultivator and his current whereabouts?”
“The Sword Cultivator’s specific identity remains unknown, but there are so clues to his movents.
When that Sword Cultivator left Dongque City, he headed towards Giant Bear City, seemingly intending to delve deeper into the Mogao Desert, without any imdiate plans to leave this place,” reported the Sand Bandit cultivators cautiously.
“Good, good, to kill my Sand Bandits’ n and still dare to linger in Mogao Desert, he’s got so nerve.
Continue the search for , and as soon as this Sword Cultivator’s whereabouts are discovered, notify imdiately,” the Vulture Elder lifted his hand, and a gust of wind picked up, creating a whirlpool in the river of subterranean magma, just like the raging fury in his heart, “I will make him pay with his life for a life!”
“Yes, boss.”
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