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The next day, as dawn broke, there were no longer any living disciples of the Celestial Dragon Sect in the surrounding villages of Yuxu Palace. When this news reached the Heavenly Dragon Sect, it was not just the reaction of their leader, Gu Long, that mattered; Beitang Mo was nearly driven to madness. Initially, when he received word that Gu Long intended to launch an attack on Yuxu Palace, Beitang Mo had dispatched two of his most promising disciples to ensure he could achieve great merit in this battle. Now, it seemed certain that those two disciples were doomed.
“Damn it! Tell me, who did this!”
With fury blazing in his eyes and his body trembling slightly, Beitang Mo seized the collar of the disciple who had come to report, making it difficult for him to even breathe, let alone answer his question. Just as the disciple's life seemed about to be extinguished by Beitang Mo's grip, a frail middle-aged man appeared at the doorway, casting a cold gaze at Beitang Mo and shouting angrily, “Beitang Mo, stop!”
“M-Master…”
Hearing that voice, Beitang Mo stiffly turned his head and stammered out the identity of the man before him while reluctantly releasing the Celestial Dragon Sect disciple. The middle-aged man was none other than Gu Long, the founder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
As rumored outside, if Gu Long did not personally reveal his identity as the sect leader, anyone seeing him for the first time would likely not associate him with such a position. The reason was simple: Gu Long's appearance was exceedingly ordinary. With short hair and a slight build, even wearing the Dao Robe that symbolized his status as sect leader made him seem unremarkable, giving off an incredibly low presence.
“You still know I am the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect?”
Walking slowly in front of Beitang Mo, Gu Long spoke in a calm tone as if discussing something entirely unrelated to himself. However, this only heightened Beitang Mo's sense of panic. He hurriedly bowed to Gu Long and then spoke up, “Master, I was wrong. I truly made a mistake.”
“No, you are not wrong. Tell me! What else have you not shared with me?”
Staring intently at Beitang Mo, Gu Long maintained his indifferent tone, but his words clearly indicated that he already knew some things that Beitang Mo had not previously disclosed.
“It... it was Ye Huan!”
Unable to bear the pressure that came with being in a position of power, Beitang Mo finally confessed everything to Gu Long, especially regarding Ye Huan's ability to wield a strange weapon. He disclosed every detail without holding back. However, when Beitang Mo first mentioned Ye Huan to Gu Long, he had deliberately omitted the fact that Ye Huan was a summoner in order to persuade Gu Long to deal with him.
"Foolish!"
A sharp slap landed on Beitang Mo's weathered face. After hearing Beitang Mo's words, Gu Long was struck with shock at the hidden information. As far as he knew, it was difficult for professionals from Jiuzhou to become high-level cultivators there. Since Ye Huan managed to achieve this, it implied that Ye Huan possessed exceptional talent in both the realms of cultivators and professionals. If such a genius were to get involved in the conflict between Heavenly Dragon Sect and Yuxu Palace, it would undoubtedly spell trouble for Heavenly Dragon Sect. With this thought in mind, Gu Long turned his gaze towards the disciple who had previously reported to Beitang Mo and asked him, "Tell me, aside from the news that all disciples sent by Heavenly Dragon Sect to infiltrate Yuxu Palace have been killed, is there anything else?"
"There’s this!"
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the Celestial Dragon Sect disciple who had narrowly escaped death at Beitang Mo's hands hurriedly pulled something from his waist and presented it to Gu Long. He spoke quickly, "In response to the sect leader's inquiry, we found this on the body of one of our senior brothers. Additionally, other senior brothers also had similar items embedded within them."
"All of them? Could this be what killed our Heavenly Dragon Sect cultivators?"
Seeing the object in the Celestial Dragon Sect disciple's hand, Gu Long couldn't help but show a hint of confusion. Even after rummaging through all his memories, he couldn't identify what it was or its purpose. Meanwhile, upon seeing the item held by the disciple, Beitang Mo immediately recognized it and exclaimed in surprise, "A bullet?! This is a bullet!"
"A bullet?"
Turning his head to scrutinize Beitang Mo's face, Gu Long was on the verge of asking him to elaborate on the origins of this bullet. However, having served as an elder in Heavenly Dragon Sect for many years, Beitang Mo had some discernment. He took the bullet from the disciple and began explaining its function to Gu Long while also mentioning that this was a unique attack method used solely by Ye Huan.
"Professional, bullets—fire-spitting weapons... Hearing you say that makes me somewhat intrigued by that Yuxu Palace disciple named Ye Huan..."
Contrary to expectations of him flying into a rage or feeling any sorrow over the deaths of his disciples at Heavenly Dragon Sect, Gu Long stared at the bullet he had taken from Beitang Mo and murmured to himself. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to leave. Just as he stepped out of the room, he suddenly waved his hand, and the bullet in his grasp flew straight towards Beitang Mo, embedding itself into Beitang Mo's lower abdomen at the Dantian point.
"You... Gu Long..."
Until the very last moment of his life, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. When the bullet pierced Beitang Mo's Dantian, it felt as if all his strength had been forcefully drained away. He collapsed to the ground with a thud. At that moment, Gu Long's voice echoed from outside the room, reaching the ears of the disciple who had rushed in to report to Beitang Mo: "From today onwards, you are one of the Elders of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Everything that belonged to Beitang Mo is now yours!"
"Mine...?!"
Staring blankly at the lifeless body of Beitang Mo, the disciple seemed to be under some kind of spell. He quickly approached Beitang Mo's corpse and, in the next moment, produced a Flying Sword from somewhere. He sliced open Beitang Mo's body and retrieved a golden orb from his Dantian, directly stuffing it into his mouth. His eyes turned blood-red, and it took him a while to calm down...
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