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The old man's expression changed dramatically upon hearing Long Xiao Wu's words. He looked at them with fierce eyes and said, "You all know?"
Long Xiao Wu nodded, appearing mature as he replied, "Of course I know. I saw everything."
"What? What did you see?!" The old man exclaimed in shock, his face revealing a murderous intent.
Before Long Xiao Wu could respond, Zhao Yang suddenly widened his eyes and pointed behind the old man, shouting, "Watch out for the flying object!"
The warning "Watch out for the flying object" left the old man confused, but it clearly indicated that something was coming from behind. He quickly turned and moved forward five paces before looking back.
Bang!
The old man felt a wave of darkness wash over him, a sudden pain in his head, and then silence. Zhao Yang had swung the massive Stone Hammer, his True Qi surging. The Stone Hammer was covered in blood, and where it struck, the old man was reduced to a puddle of flesh on the ground.
Long Xiao Wu felt a wave of nausea. Even though he had been beaten countless times and had witnessed several youths choose suicide under the torment of the Offering Camp challenges, he had never felt this sickened before. But every time he saw Zhao Yang's method of killing, he couldn't help but feel like throwing up.
Just moments ago, that old man had been standing right in front of them, and Long Xiao Wu had even planned to engage him in friendly conversation. In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a puddle of flesh. He felt an urge to lament the impermanence of life and realized that sooner or later, he would be corrupted by this psychopath named Zhao Yang.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Crane perched on the large stone witnessed this scene and sensed danger. It let out two sharp cries and flapped its wings rapidly, soaring toward the clouds.
"Running pretty fast, huh? Where do you think you're going?" Zhao Yang shouted as he unleashed immense power with one foot and shot into the sky to chase after the Spirit Crane.
The Spirit Crane cast a disdainful glance at Zhao Yang. After all, it was a messenger bird known for its speed; it could take off at full speed instantly. Yet here was a mere human foolishly attempting to chase it. It recalled a saying about a "toad wanting to eat swan meat," thinking itself far superior to any swan.
However, before it could finish its contemptuous thoughts, a young boy was already hanging onto its neck.
Zhao Yang hung the Spirit Crane around his neck, feeling increasingly dissatisfied with it. To his surprise, he was now being looked down upon by a real beast. The Spirit Crane struggled desperately under his arm, trying to escape Zhao Yang's grasp. It was contemplating whether to compromise with this boy and establish a new master-servant relationship, but it underestimated Zhao Yang far too much.
With a sharp crack, the Spirit Crane's neck did not snap as expected. Instead, it flapped its wings wildly, attempting to bite the boy on its neck. Feathers flew everywhere as they plummeted toward the ground. By the time they reached the earth, Zhao Yang was left holding a plucked and lifeless crane.
Long Xiao Wu watched with drool pooling in his mouth as he gathered firewood. The Spirit Crane was massive, nearly the size of a cow. The two of them took turns roasting it over the fire. Soon, the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of cooking meat. As Zhao Yang roasted the Spirit Crane, he magically produced various seasonings from his pocket and sprinkled them over the bird, leaving Long Xiao Wu dumbfounded. It seemed he had been carrying these spices all along; such sneaky behavior surely wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision.
They each devoured half of the Spirit Crane, feeling pleasantly full and enveloped in Spirit Energy. This was the most direct way to absorb Spirit Energy—consuming every bit of it from the crane. Long Xiao Wu's mouth dripped with grease as he swallowed the last piece of meat like a child guarding their food.
Suddenly!
Long Xiao Wu's expression froze as he felt something crack in his mouth. He opened his mouth to spit out an object the size of an egg, glowing faintly with strange patterns on its surface.
"An Inner Dan?" Zhao Yang asked excitedly.
"No, it's a Communication Crystal," Long Xiao Wu quickly recognized what he had eaten. "It's a type of crystal used for transmitting important messages. The patterns on it are a small formation, also known as a password crystal."
"Act at three o'clock in the afternoon; someone is dealing with the Demon Hunter Elder," Zhao Yang read slowly from the small text inside the crystal before looking up and asking, "What did you say about a password? Who is this Demon Hunter Elder?"
Long Xiao Wu stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yang as if he were a monster. He watched him tap the password crystal twice on each side while mumbling softly, "What password could be so hard to guess..."
Long Xiao Wu felt like he was going crazy; how could someone ignore the password on a crystal and directly read its contents? Suddenly remembering something, he shouted, "The Demon Hunter Elder refers to our Myriad Spirit Sect's foundation—the Grand Elder, Demon Hunter Supreme!"
Zhao Yang's heart raced as he stood up abruptly, his face pale. "Oh no! I was wondering why Duan Wude said three days ago that we were all going to hell for no reason; so that's what it meant!" In an instant, his Divine Sense extended like a long thread toward the main hall of Myriad Spirit Sect.
"So that's what it is?!" Long Xiao Wu couldn't comprehend.
"Such a pig's brain! The Myriad Spirit Sect is facing a massacre today. The high-ranking members of the Inner Courtyard are all gathered in the main hall, and Duan Wude is likely to take action. You guessed it right; most of the other elders and high-ranking officials have been turned against us. I need to rush over to save the Sect Master. You go find the scholar in the Outer Sect and inform the Three Elders to hurry to the main hall. Also, give these Red Essence Stone fragments to the injured disciples so they can absorb them and prepare for battle. If we wait too long, it will be too late!" Zhao Yang said as he soared into the air, racing towards the main hall of the Myriad Spirit Sect.
Long Xiao Wu looked at the heavy bag of Red Essence Stone fragments in his hands, losing any thought of keeping them for himself. He never expected Zhao Yang, who usually caused trouble for the Sect, would step up when it was in danger. He felt a small sense of admiration for him.
Zhao Yang landed directly in front of the main hall's entrance, where two guard disciples stepped forward to block him. Without hesitation, Zhao Yang struck them both in the face with two punches, sending them flying dozens of yards away, blood streaming from their seven orifices as they crashed into a cloud pillar, unconscious or worse. Zhao Yang had seen countless scenes like this in movies; during such critical moments, these small fry were utterly useless and would only complicate matters further. Therefore, he acted ruthlessly and without mercy.
Inside the main hall, tensions were high. The Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect sat expressionless at the head of the hall, with the Grand Elder seated beside him. Duan Wude and other elders and high-ranking officials were arranged on either side. Standing in the center was a graceful young man exuding an extraordinary aura that hinted at an overwhelming presence.
"Golden Peng Young Master, I have already stated that the phenomenon from two years ago was caused by the emergence of the Jade Crawler. The Jade Crawler possesses the ability of Endless Transformations and has not been obtained by any disciple or elder of my Myriad Spirit Sect. As for the Spirit Pearl, there has been no movement whatsoever; it seems it is not a treasure at all," Ji Wudao explained.
The Golden Peng Young Master sneered lightly and replied, "Ji Wudao, news of the Spirit Pearl's emergence comes from the Central State Royal Family's Heavenly Mechanism Wall. The Heavenly Mechanism Wall has made countless accurate predictions throughout history without error. Whether it is a treasure or not should be reported to the Central State Royal Family; what are you trying to argue about?"
"Impudent! You ignorant child who knows nothing of respect! Our Sect Master speaks with utmost authority; if he says there is none, then there is none! Besides, what does it matter if it's from royalty? Should all treasures under heaven be handed over to them? My Myriad Spirit Sect is located far away and has received no favor from royalty; those who know what's good for them should leave quickly!" shouted the hot-tempered Sixth Elder.
"Junior sister, step back!" scolded the blind Grand Elder.
The Golden Peng Young Master remained unfazed, standing with his hands clasped behind his back and said fearlessly, "Sixth Elder truly is a heroine among women; however, be careful not to bring disaster upon yourself with your words."
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