Chapter 184 Treasure

Linglong Pavilion was still Linglong Pavilion.

The three main peaks of Da Huan, Zhong Ju, and Xuan He stood tall and lofty, as if they had not changed in a thousand years.

However, the sound of reading and the faint medicinal fragrance disappeared.

Only Gungun's sword intent surged, and he shouted endlessly.

Disciples with fiendish expressions practiced swordsmanship everywhere. It was as if they were possessed by a devil. Apart from eating and sleeping, they practically spent all their time cultivating. As for the big event that happened a few days ago, it was as if it had been forgotten by them, and few people mentioned it.

At this moment, there were two corpses hanging in front of the Xuanhe Peak.

One was dressed in a red robe, without a head.

One was dressed in a seven-star black robe, and a bloody hole in his chest was shocking.

They seemed to have been hanging here for a long time. The flesh and blood on their bodies were rotting. Could it be that a crow bird had stopped on them to pick on their flesh?

In the World-saving Palace.

The long-haired old man sat high in the hall, squinting his eyes at the few people in the hall.

"What? Ning Zhumang's corpse hasn't been found yet?" The old man opened his mouth and asked in a lazy voice, as if he had just awakened from a hazy dream.

When the audience heard this, their bodies trembled. Obviously, they were extremely afraid of this old man.

At this moment, a youth dressed in purple robes walked out of the crowd. His expression was silent, and a gloomy and cold expression condensed between his eyebrows.

"Disciple is incompetent. He led the disciples of the Sword Hall to search for five days, but they still couldn't find the corpse of Sect Leader Ning."

"Headmaster?" Upon hearing this, the old man on the platform raised his eyebrows, and the displeasure in his words was not concealed at all.

All the surrounding disciples were shocked and knelt down.

Only the purple-robed youth lowered his head and said, "Disciple has made a mistake."

The old man saw that the displeasure in the hearts of the disciples became even more severe, and then his gaze fell on the violet-robed youth. He asked with interest, "Yue Mingning, Ning Zhumang, is a traitor of our Exquisite Pavilion. The title of Sect Leader cannot be repeated."

The old man, who had always been ruthless towards people, had a rare and amiable tone when facing this violet-robed youth.

"If Master doesn't like it, I will try my best to correct it." The purple-robed youth said with a respectful but not humble attitude.

"Try to change it? So you don't want to change it?" The old man frowned and said coldly.

"Master, do you want to hear the truth, or are you lying?"

"Truth be told."

"Disciple doesn't want to."

As soon as the purple-robed youth finished speaking, the black-robed old man on the high platform suddenly sat up straight. He slapped the table in front of him, and the hair on his face rose like an extremely angry lion.

"Song Yueming, don't forget what they did!" The old man scolded loudly at that time, as if he had been poked at a sore spot.

The anger in his voice caused the surrounding disciples to tremble, and they didn't dare to make any noise.

"Sect Leader Ning and the others are naturally wrong, but I was originally planning to do this for the Exquisite Pavilion. Master should know this better than me. Since they are already dead, I think they should be worthy of their status." The purple-robed youth said this with a calm expression on his face.

The old man on the high platform was stunned when he heard this, but he suddenly fell silent.

However, Master, don't worry. This disciple has already found out that the corpse of Sect Leader Ning was secretly buried by a disciple. This disciple is preparing to investigate this matter. I believe that there will be some harvest soon. The purple-robed youth did not seem to see the old man's strange appearance and continued to speak at that time.

The old man remained silent for a long time, and his sudden interest in this matter dimmed.

"Forget it. Let's just let this matter be exposed. You can have the two corpses buried together outside the door later." The old man waved his hand, and his expression became somewhat lonely.

"Disciple obeys." The purple-robed youth nodded and was about to retreat.

"Yueming." However, the old man on the platform suddenly called out again.

"Master, what other instructions do you have?" Hearing this, the purple-robed youth turned around and said respectfully.

"The Sword Dragon Pass has fallen and Jizhou has fallen. The Moon Lake Cave is probably already on its way to the Exquisite Pavilion. You are engaged to Xia Zichuan, so you can go and receive him and appease everyone else. In the future, when you cultivate to the Great Development Realm, they will be a great help for you to become the sect master." The old man's voice sounded at that moment.

The purple-robed youth was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the kiss the girl left on his lips that night. A faint smile couldn't help but appear on his cold face.

"Disciple knows." He then nodded and turned around to leave the hall.

At that moment, the huge Jishi Manor darkened once again. The bright sunlight outside the room seemed to encounter some sort of barrier, and it was actually unable to shine in.

There was only the bloody light in the eyes of the old man on the platform.

Within the deep and secluded entrance of the manor, it flickered.

…

Zhong Changhen and Long Congyun's corpses, which had been hanging at the entrance of the Heavenly Palace for several days, were finally buried.

The two people who had once held power in the Linglong Pavilion only had a dilapidated wooden tablet in front of their graves, and there were even fewer people who came to worship them. Even Long Congyun's two proud disciples, Lang Chaosha and Lu Feng, did not take a single step forward.

On this day, the night was dark and the sky was drizzling.

A black-clothed and masked figure landed in front of the two graves.

He frowned and looked at the two graves, not saying a word for a long time.

The expression in his eyes was complicated, as if he was regretful, as if he was reluctant to part with her, and Baiwei Chen was overflowing with words.

The drizzle fell on his clothes and wet his black clothes, but he did not seem to notice it.

Just like that, he stood in front of the tomb for fifteen minutes.

His clothes were already wet, and the black-clothed man finally let out a long sigh.

He strolled to the tomb, took out a jar of sake from his bosom, and untied the seal. He raised the wine jar with both hands and sprinkled a cup of wine on the two tombs with a solemn expression. Then, he drank all the remaining sake in the jar in one gulp.

"Both of you, let's go first. I, Ning, will come to the spring to meet the two of you. At that time, it will be the same as when we talked about drinking wine and having fun!"

Bang!

After saying that, the wine jar in his hand was suddenly thrown down by him and instantly shattered when it landed on the ground.

Then, his body paused and he turned into a flowing shadow and flew towards the north.

The north of Linglong Pavilion is Jizhou.

The north of Jizhou is Great Xia.

There was a tall mountain between Great Xia and Jizhou called Ya Qi.

There is a palace on Yachi Mountain.

Called Lunar Temple.

The emperor murdered his father, which was against the heavens' law.

With the Sword Punishing Heaven, it was a great rebellion.

Holding this sword, a son can kill his father, and a minister can kill a king.

The man muttered to himself about this divination that Daoist Supreme had begged for with his life, and his eyebrows sank.

" Supreme True Man, I would like to ask you how you can save the world if you kill the Emperor!"

It's raining a little harder.

The two graves remained silent in the rain.

A purple-robed youth walked out of the forest. He hooked his body and picked up the broken wine jar on the ground. He raised his eyes to look in the direction where the figure left.

The youth clasped his hands and kowtowed deeply, his lips slightly open as he muttered softly.

"This trip is dangerous."

"Sect Leader, take care."

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