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Amidst the hidden dangers and bloodshed, it was only after Gu Ping truly entered the besieged Northern Town Pass that he began to grasp the complexities of the Ninth Underworld's social structure.
Despite having heard Ye You mention countless times that the Ninth Underworld adhered to the law of the jungle, witnessing it firsthand felt like having his heart brutally squeezed, leaving him gasping for breath.
A group of soldiers carelessly tossing their armor could erupt into a fierce brawl over a single barrel of wine, drawing the attention of leaders from the Rakshasa Clan and female demons from the Asura Clan, eventually attracting Transcendence Stage human cultivators.
Just a single barrel of fine wine was enough to spark a conflict among the ordinary imperial guards that rivaled any riot. One could only imagine what kind of place the Ninth Underworld truly was.
What were his thoughts?
In a small tavern, Hong Ling sat across from Gu Ping. Although she appeared calm, she was deeply troubled by Hong Yulong's precarious situation. The prospect of war could not rely solely on the Hong Clan's formidable wealth to resolve matters, leaving Hong Ling feeling somewhat helpless.
Was it really so?
Gu Ping pondered for a long time but couldn't find suitable words, stammering without being able to articulate his thoughts.
Was it a brutal and chaotic war?
Hong Ling casually placed a jug of wine on the table. Bu Luo thought for a moment and then put it away, realizing that there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble over just a jug of wine.
Often, they felt that times were progressing and history was rolling forward relentlessly. Yet in that war, as he had witnessed, at certain critical moments, clarity did not necessarily equate to strength. There were also those like Coco, who symbolized ulterior motives and self-interest.
How was the situation in the desolate mountains?
It was good; the formations in the desolate mountains had been arranged by several Celestial Beings in the Transcendence Period. It was said that no Mahayana Practitioner could break through in a short time. However, since the Ninth Underworld did not send out Mahayana Practitioners, even those from Major Sects were not taking things lightly. Those Mahayana Practitioners tended to their own seedlings far more diligently than he had imagined.
So, was it wrong to adopt the method of a genius misplacing another genius?
Gu Ping glanced at the message jade slip that Hong Ling had just handed over. It briefly introduced the events happening in the Sky Ruins, a method of genius misplacing genius, an approach he couldn't deny.
It was like a certain unspoken rule: disputes among the younger generation should be resolved by the young. The old-timers wouldn’t easily intervene, even if it meant risking their lives in the process.
But this was a war.
Precisely because of this, those Old Men dared not easily step in. After all, once things escalated to a point of no return, the Ninth Underworld could mobilize a massive army, filling the mountain formations with lives. In such a scenario, even those on the mountain would find it hard to escape death.
Given that, how could he bring people out?
He believed he could!
Gu Ping was dumbfounded by this inexplicable confidence. If he forced his way in, Zhu Xian Mountain alone would be enough to block him, not to mention formidable figures like Mu Qinglong and Lu Chen Zhou. Even if Sima Wuduan were present, no matter how powerful Gu Ping was at slaying Combined Cultivators, it would be difficult to rescue anyone amidst their combined efforts.
Moreover, the Nine Nether Army had long surrounded the desolate mountains tightly; even a fly trying to enter would be crushed by soldiers. How could he, a living person, hope to get through?
Looking at Hong Ling's determined gaze, Gu Ping truly didn’t know what to say. Should he tell Hong Ling that he couldn’t help? He couldn’t bring himself to say that. Since they were here, people were certainly in need of rescue; they needed a solid plan for how to save them.
"Reporting, my lord, the details are inside."
"Capture them!"
The two in the tavern hadn’t had time to react before being surrounded by a group of oddly-shaped soldiers from the Ninth Underworld, who were ready to take them away.
"How dare anyone disturb this young lady's gathering?"
Hong Ling glanced at the late-arriving elder from the Asura Clan, who appeared to be in the Nascent Soul Realm. She revealed her Identity Jade Tablet from the Hong Clan.
The Hong Clan was known for its business acumen, with the Sky's End Tower spread across Tian Zai. The name "Sky's End" was well-deserved; not even a Nine Nether Clan member would dare to offend the Hong Clan, let alone a Daoist Sect.
At that moment, the Asura elder saw the unique Identity Jade Tablet of the Hong Clan and immediately bowed to apologize, slapping the Ninth Underworld soldier who had informed him.
"Do you even know who you're dealing with? If you disturb me again, I'll have your head!"
With a swift motion, he turned back to Hong Ling and continued to apologize profusely.
"There are some disturbances in the city. If I have caused any inconvenience to you, I sincerely hope you can forgive me."
"Let’s go. I don't deny it," he added, "It's best to keep quiet in the tower; there are some unsavory elements around that are quite bothersome."
The Asura elder noticed Hong Ling's disdainful expression but showed no signs of resentment. Instead, he humbly escorted her. In the brutal world of the Ninth Underworld, strength dictated one's position at the top of the pyramid, while the weak had to bow their heads in humility.
He realized that without Coco's help, they would have been doomed.
In front of the Sky's End Tower, Gu Ping thought it best to honestly convey his strength to Hong Ling; otherwise, Coco might influence her judgment negatively.
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