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"You need not worry about that, Brother Wang. I have my ways to get you inside. Prince Kaoran's ascension will be in three days. It is already late today, and I will come to find you tomorrow."
With that, Princess Zhulan led the Dragon Slayer Legion and Lu Chen's trusted aides out, disappearing secretly into the Underground City.
In the vast and empty halls of the Melan Prince's residence, only the Melan Prince and the Minister of Works remained.
The residence of the Melan Prince returned to silence, with only a dozen corpses on the ground still warm and bloodstains that had not yet dried, indicating that something significant had just occurred here.
"Your Highness, are we really going to pledge allegiance to them?" The Minister of Works asked slowly after confirming that Princess Zhulan and the others had gone far away. His eyes revealed a flicker of uncertainty.
"Together in glory, together in loss; what other choice do we have?" The Melan Prince replied helplessly, then looked at the corpses on the ground and added, "Send someone to clean this up; we must not leave any traces." With that, the Melan Prince waved his sleeve and left.
The Minister of Works glanced at the corpses, his lips moved slightly as he cupped his hands in salute and said, "Yes, I understand."
Meanwhile, Lu Chen set off alone towards Luban Divine Ridge, intending to meet Miao Sheng Maiyi. After leaving the residential area, he flew northward. He passed over the Underground City but did not stop and hurriedly left.
Luban Divine Ridge is located in the northern part of Yushan Kingdom, directly north of the Underground City, not too far away.
In just a short while, Lu Chen entered the territory of Luban Divine Ridge. However, Luban Divine Ridge covers a vast area stretching hundreds of miles in all directions, with no end in sight—just a sea of trees lush and green, with some areas already covered in a thin layer of white snow.
The headquarters of Luban Temple is hidden within this forest; however, its exact location remains a mystery to everyone.
The founder of Luban Temple was an ancient carpenter who rose during the Refining Era thousands of years ago. At that time, carpenters crafted mechanisms and refined tools, making it a prominent sect.
However, during the subsequent cataclysmic events at the end of that era, Luban Temple did not survive intact; only one branch managed to endure and has since lived in seclusion within Luban Divine Ridge.
Over the long years that followed, Luban Temple gradually established relations with Yushan Kingdom, relying on each other much like the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Eastern Shaolin Temple of the Western Seven States.
Lu Chen descended from above and landed before Luban Divine Ridge. At this moment, his gaze fell upon towering coniferous trees reaching dozens or even hundreds of feet high, with a faint scent of pine resin wafting through the air.
This was indeed Luban Divine Ridge as described in legends. Lu Chen understood that Luban Temple was within it, and naturally, Miao Sheng Maiyi was also somewhere inside; he just could not yet determine their exact location.
But what does it matter? Since he dared to come here, how could he be afraid of not finding Miao Sheng Maiyi?
Lu Chen's lips curled into a faint smile, and then his true form soared into the air, transforming into the Thunderous Python, breaking through the sky.
This time, Lu Chen did not hide within the clouds but flew close to the treetops of Luban Divine Ridge, releasing his Divine Sense to scout for traces of Luban Temple.
At this moment, the Thunderous Python he manifested was already quite robust, as thick as a barrel. Wherever it passed, there was a great commotion; winds rose and clouds surged, shaking off the white snow from the tops of the towering trees.
Lu Chen continued to fly forward, traversing the entirety of Luban Divine Ridge, going deep over four hundred and fifty miles. He was about to truly pass through and enter the desert region.
The desert area north of Luban Divine Ridge was a place of true bitter cold, where only a few resilient creatures could survive; as for humans, they were nowhere to be seen.
At the end of the desert region lay the seaside, where the sea remained in a state of ice and snow year-round. The surface of the water was covered with thick layers of ice that had not melted for centuries, hard as steel.
King Jun of Xuan Huang Sect had found ten-thousand-year-old cold ice Essence in those deep seas and refined it into a unique Xuan Yin Flying Sword.
As Lu Chen continued flying, he was nearing the desert when he discovered some buildings amidst the vast sea of trees.
These buildings were somewhat different from the pointed roofs and square structures typical of Central Plains; their roofs were round, and even the entire houses appeared circular. They were painted in various colors, looking clean and elegant, nestled in the deep mountains with curling smoke rising from them, giving off a sense of being a sacred place.
Seeing these buildings, Lu Chen smiled coldly. It seemed he had found the right place. In such a desolate area, how could buildings appear without reason? Unless the people inside were exceptionally powerful and possessed abilities beyond ordinary individuals, they could not reside here comfortably.
The houses here seemed to have special restrictions; outside it was freezing cold with fierce winds blowing, yet inside it was sunny and warm like spring, presenting a scene rich in springtime vitality. This alone made it clear that this place was extraordinary.
Without any hesitation, Lu Chen flew directly over and landed steadily in front of a large gate.
At that moment, Lu Chen's actions coincided with a young man sweeping at the entrance. Dressed in a brownish-yellow coat with his hair tied up in a bun, he gave off an impression of a simple rural villager at first glance.
The people of Luban Temple were all like this; their attire resembled neither monks nor Taoists but rather something akin to carpenters—strange indeed—perhaps related to their inherited craft of woodworking.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The young man sweeping the floor showed a look of terror upon seeing Lu Chen, almost sitting down in fright, dropping the broom from his hands.
To be able to come here alone and appear quietly, it was clear that this person was not simple; those who come with ill intentions do not arrive peacefully.
"I am the Eastern Sea Red Robe Sect Leader, here to pay my respects to Miao Sheng Maiyi. Please inform him to come out and meet me," Lu Chen said grandly, waving his sleeve. He had no intention of making things difficult for the young man.
Seeing that Lu Chen was not someone to be trifled with, the young man quickly scrambled inside to call for help.
Although Luban Temple had few people, its management was quite efficient. As soon as something happened at the front gate, several young men rushed out.
The first one was dressed simply in Mayi attire, yet he had a refined appearance, with fair skin, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. He looked to be in his thirties and clearly was not an ordinary person.
The middle-aged man asked the young sweeper what was going on. Just as he finished listening and was about to go out to check, Lu Chen had already entered the courtyard.
"Hahaha, is Miao Sheng Maiyi not here? I specifically came to visit him today; please ask him to come out for a meeting," Lu Chen said as he entered uninvited, draped in a Purple Gold Cloak, hands behind his back, walking in confidently.
"May I ask who you are? What business do you have with Master?" The leading young man remained calm and composed, showing restraint as he addressed Lu Chen. It was evident that he possessed some level of cultivation.
Especially since Lu Chen was still quite young, barely in his twenties, yet he dared to establish Luban Divine Ridge and found the location of Luban Temple while directly calling out Miao Sheng Maiyi's name. It was clear that Lu Chen was someone of great depth.
"I am Lu Chen, the Eastern Sea Red Robe Sect Leader. And who might you be? Is Miao Sheng Maiyi not here?" Seeing the other party's courtesy, Lu Chen relaxed and spoke amicably. A polite person can go anywhere.
"I am Lu Zhishan. Master is not in the temple; he has gone traveling. Only the senior brother is in charge," Lu Zhishan replied, informing Lu Chen that Miao Sheng Maiyi had gone on a journey.
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen paused for a moment, speculating that Miao Sheng Maiyi's departure at this time was likely not a coincidence. Moreover, since he was not in the temple, did that mean Lu Chen had made a wasted trip?
The words of this middle-aged man seemed credible enough. Lu Chen also took a moment to scan around and did not sense any powerful presence within the temple. If Miao Sheng Maiyi were truly present, even if he tried to hide, there would be some clues; thus it became clear that Miao Sheng Maiyi really was not there.
Lu Chen snorted coldly; if Miao Sheng Maiyi were truly hiding from him, Lu Chen would find a way to track him down. Just as he thought this, he suddenly sensed a powerful presence rapidly approaching.
"How dare you! The Luban Sanctuary is not a place that a mere Red Robe Leader can intrude upon. Even if you are an unfamiliar sect leader, if Ye Nanzhai were to come in person, he would not dare to make such a loud commotion, directly calling out the Master's name."
Accompanied by a deep shout, a Daoist figure appeared strangely in the courtyard, landing before everyone, just thirty steps away from Lu Chen.
Looking at him now, he had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a square jaw, and his flesh was upright and firm. He wore a silk-made Mayi, and his muscles bulged all over his body, clearly indicating he was a master of both spiritual and physical cultivation.
At this moment, more than twenty people had gathered in the courtyard, all disciples of Luban Temple, each dressed in yellow hemp garments, resembling a group of farmers.
Upon seeing the person coming out from inside, everyone bowed in unison and said, "Welcome, Senior Brother."
Though they looked somewhat like farmers, their voices were full of energy, and their movements were synchronized, clearly indicating they had undergone strict training.
"Are you the Senior Brother?" Lu Chen asked with a cold smile. He had initially planned to leave, but this person suddenly appeared and seemed quite angry.
In that instant, Lu Chen changed his demeanor, turning around with a cheerful smile as he stared at the other party.
The Senior Brother was taken aback; he did not expect this seemingly ordinary youth to exude such a terrifying aura.
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