NABC Chapter 153 Zi Weiheng
Chapter 153 Zi Weiheng
Li Muyang played the role of a newbie honestly, asking the big shots of the group for information.
He was curious, if all the group members were Masters of Immortal Devices.
Then calculating the number... Holy crap! There are already seven Immortal Devices that have appeared and recognized their masters?
In an unnoticed corner, did these Masters of Immortal Devices quietly set up a chat group, planning to embark on a grand venture?
What are you all planning to do?
Do you also want to capture tailed beasts and make the world suffer?
Li Muyang unintentionally intruded into this dark organization populated with big shots, and for a moment, he felt like a Husky who had wandered into a pack of wolves.
He was different from these big shots—the Startling Swan Immortal Sword had not recognized him as its master yet; he was forcibly tamed by the system, otherwise, he would not have qualified to join the group.
And these big shots in the group, each one wielding an Ancient Immortal Artifact, were immensely powerful, probably the legendary Zi Fu.
Yan Xiaoru of the Spirit Travel Realm couldn't subdue the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, the power of these big shots in the group... just thinking about it was terrifying.
But after Li Muyang asked, the group unexpectedly fell silent again.
All these Zi Fu big shots actually shut up.
Until Zi Weiheng spoke up again.
[Zi Weiheng: My original question hasn't been answered yet. Is anyone under the jurisdiction of the Demon Refining Sect, or nearby? I need help.]
After Zi Weiheng finished speaking, someone finally responded.
[Perilous Lodging One: For safety, let us not meet for now, the original plan is also postponed, Zi Weiheng, you should also stop contacting Azure Lodging Three.]
[Perilous Lodging One: I am currently crafting a Magic Artifact that can seal the spirit and resist corruption; we can meet again after the artifact is complete.]
[Perilous Lodging One: Or wait until Azure Lodging Three is willing to show himself and meet us frankly.]
[Perilous Lodging One: Until then, it's best to stay cautious and protect oneself.]
Perilous Lodging One made a suggestion, and the others agreed one after another.
[Mind Lodging Six: I agree.]
[Dou Sujiu: I agree.]
[Ghost Lodging Seven: I agree.]
[Zi Weiheng: Hey! Has no one answered my question?]
However, after Zi Weiheng sent this message, everyone else's avatars turned gray.
The once lively chat group suddenly had only Zi Weiheng left.
[Zi Weiheng: ... Really? While Azure Lodging Three is a bit mysterious, he's definitely a good person. Why are you all reacting so strongly?]
Li Muyang was somewhat helpless too.
At the same time, a fresh and elegant fragrance drifted by Li Muyang.
Yan Xiaoru, with an expressionless face, appeared with her disciples.
Seeing this Inner Sect disciple who was about to reach his destination but stood lazily with closed eyes, Yan Xiaoru snorted coldly, her gaze seeming somewhat unfriendly.
Li Muyang hurriedly straightened up, correcting his posture.
Only then did Yan Xiaoru withdraw her gaze and proceed forward.
Ahead, at the Flying Boat port, the sounds of festive gongs and cheering burst forth in an instant.
After the Flying Boat docked, the local officials of Tianjiao City, who had prepared a welcoming ceremony for Li Muyang and others, appeared.
The high-ranking and influential City Lord of Tianjiao City walked ahead with a jovial smile, approaching Yan Xiaoru and the others.
What followed were the pleasantries typical of official settings.
Li Muyang had no interest in these superficial dialogues common in the world of fame and benefit.
He and his modestly adopted sister stood among the crowd, curiously checking out the sight of Tianjiao City and the local officials who had come to greet them.
In a typical city, an Inner Sect disciple in a white robe could walk freely.
However, in a major place like Tianjiao City, even a Direct Disciple like Ning Wan'er had to restrain herself.
After all, many officials in this city were not lesser than Direct Disciples in rank and cultivation.
Following the customary pleasantries, someone came specifically to lead the Outer Sect Disciples from the headquarters to their resting quarters.
As for Li Muyang, he was already an Inner Sect white robe and was eligible to attend the welcome banquet.
Amid the bustling and festive atmosphere, the group reached a lavishly luxurious manor in the middle of Tianjiao City and began the feast there.
Yan Xiaoru and Ning Wan'er, being persons of significant stature, naturally mingled in the main hall of the banquet.
Li Muyang and his group of Inner Sect white robes were placed in a side hall, accompanied by the secondary officials of Tianjiao City.
Meanwhile, in a dark and secluded place on this continent.
In a pitch-black mire emitting a faint rotten smell, a man lying in the sludge opened his eyes and exhaled a long turbid breath.
His decaying, incomplete body was propped up against a massive Flood Dragon carcass.
Entwined within the dark mire, the Flood Dragon, spanning at least ten thousand meters, had its scale armor already tarnished and blackened.
The man lay back in the muck, the coiled carcass of the Flood Dragon sheltering him in the center.
In the sky, blood clouds loomed, intermittently cleaving the air with lightning.
But a faint smile appeared on the man's pale face.
"Mother, soon,"
he said softly to the dark mire, "I will fulfill your last wish... to annihilate the entire Demon Refining Sect."