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Fairy Market is different from the bustling markets of the mundane world, hidden among the mountains and forests, difficult for Secular people to track down. Only those within the ranks of various Major Sect possess the exact locations of each Fairy Market, recorded on maps for the convenience of cultivators traveling to and fro. The same goes for Puyang Xian City.
As Gu Ping and his group left Puyang Xian City, they found themselves not far from the back of Hanging Youth Zhu Xian Mountain. It was puzzling that Zhu Xian Mountain did not immediately take flight on a sword; instead, it traversed the rugged mountain path on a black Spirit Horse, moving slowly as if intentionally creating an air of mystery or perhaps showing no fear of lurking dangers. The line between truth and deception blurred, making it unwise for anyone to act rashly.
Were they leaving?
Leng Gucun furrowed his brow. Originally, they had been tracking the whereabouts of the traitor Lu Liang from Demonic Path, but after exiting the territory governed by Moon River Sect, their leads began to dwindle. Once they reached the Zhou Region, they completely lost track of Lu Liang after entering Puyang Xian City.
A mere Jin Qi Demonic Cultivator managed to escape from the heavy encirclement of Moon River Sect. The implications behind this were chilling, making it hard not to think about it, even if one wished to avoid such thoughts.
No rush.
When the five left the city, Gu Ping had already purchased five Spirit Horse from Hong Ling. Now, they followed closely behind Zhu Xian Mountain.
Not too far away, they could just make out the silhouette of Zhu Xian Mountain.
Not too close, just outside the attack range of a Transcendent Practitioner.
No one in this party would deny that piece of Bloodfire. If someone were to come here, they naturally wouldn’t want to expose themselves in front of them. It was clear that the Demonic Cultivator was eager to obtain that piece of Bloodfire, but whether he could do so without taking risks remained to be seen—like a fish trying to swallow bait without getting hooked.
It was said that your sect originated from the Buddhist Sect, flourishing through Daoism. The Limitless Dao Sovereign mastered both paths, holding a position in the Buddhist Sect while also understanding the profound truths of Daoism. However, when it came to Moon River Sect, it seemed somewhat like an Outer Sect cult—setting up altars not for honoring ancestors but for worshipping deities. Instead of striving for self-improvement, they relied on ethereal immortals. As such, could they withstand the impending calamity facing their sect?
Friend Gu’s words held weight. Not only is he part of one of the Six Major Super Sects, but even if it were merely an offshoot from another sect, it would be like a house with some beams eaten away by termites; it wouldn’t collapse immediately.
Although what Gu Ping said was all true, who would want their secrets exposed? Ying Wuyi was not completely ignorant of the situation, but he certainly did not know as much as Gu Ping. From the conversation between Gu Ping and Leng Gucun, it was clear that the Moon River Sect was far from its former glory. Without the support of the Daoist Sect, the position of the Six Major Sects would not belong to the Moon River Sect.
If the pillar supporting the Cheng Dao Sect were to collapse, the structure would still hold. However, for the Moon River Sect, its foundation was being eaten away by ants, and it was on the verge of collapse. Once faced with a major disaster, it would be like a wall falling with everyone pushing against it.
Therefore, Leng Gucun must not fail in this mission. If the Moon River Sect became riddled with holes and news spread throughout Tiandong, Yuezi from the Moon River Sect would have a hard time.
Cold Friend wanted to support a building on the verge of collapse. Gu Ping admired this sentiment, but for Yan Dong, the situation was such that it would be better for the Moon River Sect to encounter the Nine Nether Army later rather than sooner. Ideally, they should avoid confrontation altogether. If they could unite with three other sects, they could block the Nine Nether Army north of Shi He Shan. The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for them and for the Moon River Sect. After several decades, once the Moon River Sect regained its strength, perhaps the Nine Nether Army would retreat. At that time, how could Gu Ping's words still hold weight?
Leng Gucun knew that Gu Ping's previous intention was to unite with the Moon River Sect and send people to the Northern Battlefield. However, if the Moon River Sect lacked capital to negotiate with Cheng Dao Sect and Great Qin Ying Clan, and with Demonic Cultivators lurking and Ninth Underworld's hidden dangers, it was evident that many branches of their sect were merely putting on a facade while being unable to integrate effectively. The grand structure they had built was on the verge of collapse; despite its outward appearance of prosperity, it could no longer hide its internal decay.
With no better options available, they might as well forcefully maintain appearances by sending some disciples and a portion of elder disciples to the front lines. Perhaps through rigorous battlefield scrutiny, they could identify who among them was a spy for Ninth Underworld or who was a Demonic Cultivator. In that case, going to battle might not just mean becoming cannon fodder; it could also present an opportunity.
After Yan Dong's decision was made, Leng Gucun would surely rush to support the warriors in Northern Region. He looked at Gu Brother and then at Leng Gucun with a frown, unwillingly gazing at Ying Wuyi before sighing. He had almost forgotten what Brother Ying had said.
He thought to himself how many times he had tried to change his hypocritical demeanor but failed to be honest about it. "Brother Ying," he said, "who can be my brother?" It was rare for Ying Wuyi to see Leng Gucun bow his head; naturally, he took this chance to mock him before continuing, "Don't worry about Bu Luo; whenever I meet Great Qin Ying Clan and play tricks with them, I will definitely follow through."
"Well," Gu Ping shouted cheerfully as he pulled out a bunch of grapes from his sleeve. "Brother Ying is straightforward; I happened to bring these grapes from the auction house earlier. Let's taste them together."
At that moment, both of them were in high spirits over eating grapes.
"Ah well," he remarked as he observed some people who lacked courage to step forward; they were frightened off by him and his companions. Hahaha!
The boisterous laughter of Gu Ping and Ying Wuyi echoed throughout the valley. Not only those hiding in the clouds around them heard it but even those at Zhu Xian Mountain ahead caught wind of Gu Ping's loud shout followed by their hearty laughter.
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