Free Web NovelDeep within the Blood Refinement Hall stronghold, there was a vast natural cave, with structures built on cliffs and a flowing underground river below.
A small boat drifted on the river, carrying three people.
The old man standing at the front was hunched and thin, with tumors on his face, making him incredibly ugly, and lumpy flesh bulged beneath his grey-brown cloth robe.
The person on the left was dressed in a Daoist robe, with flowing black hair and a cinnabar dot between her brows, making her appear alluring and graceful despite being a Daoist nun.
The other young man was an old acquaintance, the Demon-Calling Holy Child, Tan Zhuyin.
“The identities for the two of you to participate in the Qianlong Assembly have been prepared by your subordinate.”
The ugly old man took out two pieces of intelligence and said, “One is Qianlong Twentieth, Qu Songyun, and the other is Qianlong Twenty-fifth, Zhao Jing. The Blood Refinement Hall will find a way to make these two disappear.”
“Here is their information; please read it carefully, both of you.”
Tan Zhuyin frowned as he read through the information, discovering that both were women.
“Why are they both women?”
“These two rank high, have diverse martial arts, and are not Disciples of major sects, which makes it easier to cover up. Saint, there’s no need to worry; your subordinate has already prepared the means for both of you.”
“At that time, you only need to...”
The old man’s laughter carried a sinister undertone.
To replace these two, their fate was naturally self-evident.
“There’s no need for that.”
The cinnabar dot between the Daoist nun’s eyebrows spread, changing his face, and his voice also transformed from a rough male voice to a clear female voice.
“Qu Songyun” looked at the two pitifully, trembling: “Where are you taking this humble girl?”
The higher-ranked one had been chosen, and Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly: “With that seductive look, you still want to pretend to be a female hero?”
“To serve the Blood God, this humble one can only reluctantly comply.”
The gender-ambiguous Daoist nun from the Yin Yang Hall reverted to his true form, smiling: “Saint, you have met the Ancestral God of Cloud Dream. Could it be that you look down on serving the Ancestral God of Blood Refinement?”
“I am naturally duty-bound for the Ancestral God’s great affairs; I just disdain associating with hermaphrodites.”
Tan Zhuyin looked at the Yin and Yang Qi surging around the other party, yet he did not dare to make a move, and the look of mockery on his face grew even stronger.
Even without the guidance of the Ancestral God of Blood Refinement,
He would still participate in the Qianlong Assembly.
He then looked at the old man:
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“But Saint, Zhao Jing has already been lured here by our «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» design. What do you think...”
The boat docked at this moment, and the old man’s face showed difficulty.
However, before he could speak again, a Disciple from the Blood Refinement Hall hurried out of the passage:
“Hall Master, that Zhao Jing didn’t come alone! She brought four helpers disguised as Divine Envoys from the Hundred Beast Hall. We couldn’t stop them!”
“Not alone?”
The Daoist nun from the Yin Yang Hall’s voice became even rougher.
His first reaction was that this hideout had been discovered by the Great Yu Dynasty and was about to be destroyed.
The hunched old man was startled and quickly asked: “Zhao Jing is not well-liked by her colleagues and always acts alone. What realms are those few people in?”
“Third Realm.”
“It seems they are not powerhouses from the Great Yu Dynasty; otherwise, they would never send Third Realm cultivators.”
The hunched old man finally breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly: “You can’t even stop a few Third Realm cultivators? What are you good for?”
“Their methods are quite bizarre.” The Disciple said, sweating profusely.
“?”
Do you even hear what you’re saying?
You’re a member of the Demon Summoning Sect!
“How bizarre? Explain clearly, or I’ll use you for alchemy!”
“The first one uses a broken sword. There’s an old man behind him. At first, the brothers thought it was some strange Divine Intention, but then the old man detached from his body, and a big nose hit and killed several Third Realm brothers.”
“Sounds like the ghost-controlling and Yin-driving techniques from the Sin Tomb...”
The Yin and Yang Daoist nun said.
“The second one just sat there, motionless, letting the brothers hit him. But all the injuries were transferred to the people attacking him.”
“Then why did you keep hitting him?”
“That bald donkey cursed so foully!”
The Disciple was indignant, gritting his teeth at the memory.
“Then there’s one who uses poison. He runs incredibly fast. A few brothers finally managed to catch him, but after only a few exchanges, they were all severely poisoned!”
“The last one uses swordplay. From beginning to end, he only uses one move, yet it’s like a reaper claiming lives; the sword always draws blood...”
“The Reaper’s Post from Rain Listening Pavilion, the second of their daily kills. Has his successor appeared?”
The hunched old man finally recognized one of them.
But he became even more bewildered.
“Why is Rain Listening Pavilion meddling in our Demon Summoning Sect’s affairs?”
“Those assassins do anything for enough money; it’s not surprising.” The male Daoist nun regained his calm demeanor.
Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly: “If you can’t stop the Reaper’s Post, don’t you know to temporarily avoid their Edge and slowly encircle and kill them? Idiots.”
“That’s what we thought too.”
The Disciple was very aggrieved: “But that swordsman suddenly rode on the one who was spreading poison. One’s sword technique was chilling, and the other’s movement was like the wind. We couldn’t catch them, and we couldn’t defeat them! Even the Inner Scenery Hall Master is already dead!”
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A person riding... a person?
What kind of evil fighting style is this?
“Hmph, no matter what path they’re on, if they dare to cause trouble on my territory, they can only be refined into a great medicine!”
The Outer Scenery pressure was released, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to turn into flesh, filled with a strong smell of blood.
The lumps of flesh on the old man’s body wriggled. He didn’t use the passage but stepped into the flesh-and-blood wall... Hundreds of meters away, the ground was bathed in the tranquil fiery hues of dusk.
“This should be quiet enough.”
In front of a desolate, ruined temple, Ying Bing walked from the city outskirts, her expression clear and cold, holding the Jie Shen Jade in her hand.
She had passed the Heavenly Tribulation, and even the Immortal Ascension Tribulation.
Controlling this Jie Shen Jade shouldn’t take much time.
By then, it should be evening.
She could use Communal Moon to contact Li Mo and have him pick her up.
After absentmindedly rubbing the boy with a large head for a while, Ying Bing adjusted her state to the best.
Probably no one would have thought that
The composed and serene Han Xianzi, who feared not even the Heavenly Tribulation, was worried about not finding her way back at night.
She also worried about when he would come to find her... *Buzz*—
A purple lightning pattern lit up on the Jie Shen Jade; she had chosen the most common Lightning Tribulation.
The originally clear sky quickly darkened, black clouds covered the sky, and strong winds raged.
Rolling lightning gathered and swirled in the clouds, like winding lightning snakes, and the destructive aura grew heavier and heavier.
“The first layer of tribulation is already this strong?”
A faint jade veil shimmered on Ying Bing’s skin, and she gently narrowed her Phoenix eyes...
