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"Thank you for your guidance, Master Zhao Yang will remember!" Zhao Yang said respectfully. He could see that Ji Wudao was a lonely person who cherished those who had been with him since childhood. Even if they had become enemies, he couldn't bring himself to kill them. Yet at this moment, he had taken action to eliminate the Four Elders for Zhao Yang, which moved him deeply; it was a recognition of his worth.
Ji Wudao looked at the elders before him and the other high-ranking members of the Sect who were in the early stages of Core Formation. "I am giving you an opportunity. Kill Duan Wude and Golden Peng Young Master, and I will overlook your betrayal of the Sect."
Some of the Sect's high-ranking members wavered. The reason they had chosen to betray the Sect was due to the persuasion of several elders and the threats from the Central State Royal Family. Now, seeing Ji Wudao's formidable strength, they hesitated.
"Don't be swayed by Ji Wudao's temptations! Don't you remember how he once suppressed you all, enjoying all the benefits of the Sect alone? Follow me to kill them! I don't believe he can defeat so many of us alone! He has already exhausted himself, which is why there are no fluctuations in his cultivation now. In reality, he is secretly recovering. If we don't give him a chance to breathe, we can definitely kill him. Otherwise, when the Central State Royal Family's people come in, how can we talk about loyalty to the Central Sovereign without any achievements?"
The high-ranking members of Myriad Spirit Sect exchanged glances, unable to make a decision as they began discussing among themselves.
"He's just a useless flatterer who won over the master! Let me handle this!" The Grand Elder, who had been silent until now, spoke again. His white robe billowed without wind as he infused immense True Qi into his staff and thrust it forcefully into the ground, advancing towards Ji Wudao. A massive shockwave surged outward with a thunderous sound, greater than before, shaking the ground and causing buildings to collapse.
"You old blind man, do you think making such a commotion will bring help?" A massive dark hand suddenly descended from the clear sky, aiming to crush the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder shouted inwardly as an immense white light erupted around him; his figure expanded into a hundred-foot-tall Phantom that met the descending hand. He then struck towards a certain point in the clouds, producing a muffled grunt as a Black-Clad Daoist appeared in mid-air. With a few steps of divine might, he landed on the square, unleashing a fierce golden light from his sleeve. The Grand Elder retreated beside Ji Wudao. It turned out that he had been communicating with Ji Wudao using Divine Sense all along and had not betrayed the Sect at all. Although that strike appeared heavy, he had only used ten percent of his cultivation and had informed Ji Wudao in advance; however, he hadn't warned Zhao Yang because he wanted to test whether this young man named Zhao Yang was worthy of such protection from the Sect.
Zhao Yang felt overwhelmed; was the Grand Elder playing a double game? But recalling how he had been targeted twice before, Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel angry and muttered under his breath: "Old Scruffy."
The Grand Elder chuckled and ignored Zhao Yang's insults. He addressed the Black-Clad Daoist: "You must be one of the nine guardians of Heavenly Mechanism Wall from the Central State Royal Family. You really are willing to send out so many Divine Transformation Stage experts."
"Are you scared?" The Black-Clad Daoist sneered.
"Scared is not quite right; I'm just worried that you might not return," replied the Grand Elder sharply.
"Hahaha, what a joke! A blind man dares to show off? Are all Myriad Spirit Sect experts dead?!" The Black-Clad Daoist mocked.
At that moment, countless Flying Swords filled the air around the square, sword energy crisscrossing as runes filled the sky amidst cries of disciples in distress. Suddenly, a figure leaped over from the courtyard wall of the square—a boy with an apple-shaped face—who was none other than Long Xiao Wu fleeing from pursuit.
“Zhao Yang, when I went to find the scholar, those bastards suddenly appeared out of nowhere! The scholar has also disappeared!” Long Xiao Wu shouted, his face radiating youthful exuberance, looking incredibly excited as if he thrived on chaos. However, when he saw Zhao Yang’s disheveled state, he slowed down slightly. What kind of person could make Zhao Yang suffer such a loss? In that moment, a sense of brotherhood surged within him.
In an instant, several waves of Divine Sense swept over him, making him feel as if someone could see right through him.
“There’s no trace of Spirit Pearl energy on him either; it’s not with him.”
“I didn’t expect the Myriad Spirit Sect to have such a genius, Flawless Foundation! Not bad, not bad. Chubby, would you be willing to take me as your master?” The Black-Clad Daoist said after glancing at Long Xiao Wu’s writing, suddenly intrigued.
“Who are you?” Long Xiao Wu asked in confusion.
“I am one of the nine guardians of the Heavenly Mechanism Wall from the Central State Royal Family,” the Black-Clad Daoist proclaimed proudly.
“Never heard of you!” Long Xiao Wu chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind taking you as my master, but you have to give me that shiny golden badge hidden in your sleeve. I saw it; don’t tell me you don’t have it.”
Everyone: “…”
The corner of the Black-Clad Daoist's mouth twitched as he tucked the golden badge deeper into his sleeve. He had been lurking around to protect Golden Peng Young Master and had witnessed Zhao Yang's character; now seeing another thick-skinned individual like Long Xiao Wu made him feel like he had stumbled into a den of thieves.
“Are you joking with me?!” The Black-Clad Daoist's expression changed as he spoke sharply.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Long Xiao Wu replied fearlessly, bouncing up to stand in front of the Black-Clad Daoist like a mischievous child. They stared at each other closely, and then he playfully reached out to tug at the Black-Clad Daoist's shiny beard.
Everyone was stunned; which little rascal was this? Pulling hair from a tiger’s face—was this a death wish?
“Xiao Wu, come here,” Zhao Yang said calmly, his eyes signaling Long Xiao Wu to run quickly.
Long Xiao Wu didn’t understand and asked, “What?” Just as he finished speaking, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. Everything around him was dark, and his body felt incredibly heavy, as if it were about to break apart. He couldn’t move at all!
“Myriad Spirit Sect has experts at the Divine Transformation Stage besides the Sect Master?!” Long Xiao Wu thought to himself. He didn’t realize that the Black-Clad Daoist wasn’t from Myriad Spirit Sect; he only felt a massive Giant Palm strike his back.
With a loud “crack,” his spine snapped, and he was sent flying hundreds of feet, his body skimming along the ground. His clothes were torn to shreds, exposing his flesh, as he overturned countless stone slabs before finally coming to a stop, lying motionless like a dead pig.
“Seeking death!” The Black-Clad Daoist retracted his hand, a smug expression on his face, as if he had just thrown away a bag of trash.
Ji Wudao had already acted the moment the Black-Clad Daoist moved. Runes filled his fingertips, transforming into purple vines that wrapped around Long Xiao Wu in an attempt to pull him back. However, it was just a moment too late. Ji Wudao swung a whip towards the Black-Clad Daoist, who raised his palm to block it. With a loud smack, he was pushed back over ten feet. The Black-Clad Daoist’s face turned pale; he was shocked that Ji Wudao's casual strike held such power!
“Xiao Wu?!” Zhao Yang’s gaze shifted as he looked at Long Xiao Wu lying motionless on the ground. Clenching his fists, everyone suddenly heard a sharp and piercing sound in their heads. At that moment, Long Xiao Wu finally moved.
“Damn it! Zhao Yang, you bastard! That old guy must be at least at the Core Formation Stage with Great Perfection cultivation! And none of us said anything? I feel like my spine is broken; come help me out of this pit!”
Only then did Zhao Yang stop the surge of spiritual energy, releasing his fists and leaping forward to pull Long Xiao Wu out of the massive pit. Covered in dirt and cursing nonstop, Long Xiao Wu looked nothing like someone who had a broken neck.
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