Chapter 448
A few people were quietly discussing their next steps while waiting for the contact to appear.
An hour later, the street was bustling with pedestrians.
Suddenly, a peddler appeared at the street corner, balancing a shoulder pole. It had to be said that his disguise was quite convincing.
Unfortunately, under the watchful eyes of fate, nothing could hide.
"That man is from the Blood Refining Hall of the Huanmo Sect."
"Don't act rashly; stick to the plan."
...
On the other side.
Bù Yún Tower.
Ying Bing had miraculously slept through the night, determined to recharge her spirit and get herself into peak condition.
She changed into her Taiyin Liuxian dress and took out the Jie Shen Yu, pausing for a moment before deciding to find a secluded place to use it.
The commotion from the heavenly tribulation would surely be significant.
If she didn’t properly refine her body now, how would she deal with that immature brat whose physical prowess rivaled that of a legendary weapon in the future?
Forty had already been merged into the Taibai, and Chui Bao was playing with Xiao Yue. Did she really believe he still had the hammer on him?
Ying Bing rose and headed to the main hall. The waiter at Bù Yún Tower immediately led her to her usual spot, where a note was stuck to the table:
[Eat well, and come back tonight.]
"Where did he go?"
"With the Qianlong Conference approaching, he’s running around everywhere..."
Ying Bing frowned slightly, rubbing the head of a large-headed doll. After eating, she pondered this matter as she stepped outside.
She navigated through the bustling imperial capital, gradually making her way from the vibrant inner city to the outskirts.
"He might have other things to attend to..."
Ying Bing lifted her head, her cold, clear gaze lingering for a moment.
Looking around, she found herself surrounded by chaotic streets.
Where was she?
"What places did I just pass through?"
The proud Han Fairy was reluctant to admit that she was lost again.
She began to seriously recall, only to realize...
"Li Mo Road, Li Mo Street, Li Mo Alley..."
Ying Bing pursed her lips.
She activated her Taiyin consciousness, channeling it with Gong Chan Juan.
...
Buzz—
Buzz—
Just moments ago, the group of five from the Beast Hall, led by Xiao Li, had successfully gained the peddler's trust, largely thanks to Xiao Li himself.
As everyone knew, he was well-versed in the ways of the Huanmo Sect.
The peddler was about to take them to their hideout.
But just then, the wave of Taiyin consciousness surged.
Huang Donglai: "......"
Xiao Qin: "....."
Murong Xiao: "....."
Huanmo Sect Peddler: "?"
Li Mo: "!"
In the movies, especially in cop-and-robber flicks, there’s always a moment when the protagonist is hiding, and suddenly the phone rings.
Li Mo never expected that one day he would find himself in a similar situation.
And it was in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
**Chapter 499: The Production Line of Divine Power Powder**
"Divine Envoy, why did you suddenly release your divine intent?"
The peddler's face showed wariness; those in his line of work were always cautious.
If it weren’t for the fact that the other party was also from the Huanmo Sect and needed a large quantity, he would never have taken them to the hideout.
"Hmph, it’s because your Blood Refining Hall is too secretive. I wanted to get some Divine Power Powder and had to find Lu Zhuang. Now that he’s dead, it’s delayed for so long."
"My master saw that I hadn’t reported back for a long time and used secret techniques to urge me. If this delays a major matter, let’s see how you explain it to the main hall!"
Xiao Li snorted coldly, turning the reprimand back on the peddler.
The peddler shivered, clearly intimidated, and asked, half-understanding:
"I don’t know why the envoy suddenly needs so much Divine Power Powder. What’s it for?"
"Ke ke..."
Li Mo hadn’t even laughed yet when Murong Xiao burst into laughter behind him.
"......"
They hadn’t asked you, so why are you laughing?
Li Mo had intended to say a few more words, but now the words stuck in his throat.
Fortunately, the peddler shivered again, seemingly recalling something unpleasant, and his face turned pale as he said:
"I won’t ask anymore, I won’t ask anymore..."
With that, he dragged Lu Zhuang’s corpse and led the way.
At this moment, the Taiyin consciousness behind Li Mo also slowly dissipated.
Before long.
They arrived at a dilapidated, abandoned temple.
"Don’t be fooled by the fact that the Tianzun brand instant noodles are well-known; our production of Divine Power Powder is extremely cautious and careful. Even the Blood Refining Hall’s hideout is located in a desolate area."
"Clients who need Divine Power Powder have no idea where our hideout is."
"This temple used to have decent incense offerings. We killed all the bald monks inside and emptied the ground beneath before establishing our hideout."
The peddler pointed to the abandoned temple ahead.
The temple had clearly fallen into disrepair, with no offerings for a long time. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating a solemn statue of Buddha.
Creak creak—
"Hmm?" The peddler turned back curiously, looking at Murong Xiao with confusion.
This gentleman seemed quite angry?
"Ke ke ke!" Murong Xiao let out a heavy, eerie laugh.
"He’s from the Beast Hall and wants to eat Divine Power Powder."
Li Mo said nonchalantly.
The peddler thought to himself that the disciples of the Beast Hall were indeed as rumored—slightly off in the head.
"Our Divine Power Powder, enhanced with Tianzun sauce, has a very pure flavor. Please rest assured, my lord."
As he spoke, the peddler twisted the candlestick on the offering table, and suddenly a rumbling sound echoed.
The mud-faced statue of Buddha turned its gaze from the sunlight to the shadows, appearing somewhat sinister.
Below was a passage wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
"Please."
"Um..."
Li Mo responded, glancing at Zhao Jing, who gave a barely perceptible nod.
With Xiao Qin and Huang Donglai in the team, this group was undoubtedly steady.
Before coming, they had all agreed that once they found the location, Zhao Jing would directly send a message to her master. They just needed to wait for that divine constable to arrive, and everything would be fine.
Then, everyone entered the passage, and before long, they descended into the depths, arriving at a spacious area.
The dim candlelight illuminated a haphazard pile of medicinal materials, including unsealed Tianzun brand instant noodles.
In the center of the space were several large alchemical furnaces, emitting thick steam and a pungent odor, with Blood Refining Hall members bustling about.
The scene suddenly reminded Li Mo of...
A shady, heartless workshop?
"Please wait a moment, my lords. I’ll go remake the Divine Power Powder."
The peddler said, carrying Lu Zhuang’s corpse to the furnace.
Li Mo: "?"
He had been wondering all along what the peddler was doing with Lu Zhuang’s corpse.
At first, he thought the peddler wanted to give Lu Zhuang a proper burial, but now he realized it seemed otherwise...
Lu Zhuang might have once been quite robust.
But now, in death, he was nothing but skin and bones. Who could tell that he had once possessed an excellent martial physique? Though he hadn’t made it onto the Qianlong List, he was still a genius in body refinement.
Lu Zhuang’s corpse was tossed into the furnace just like that.
This craftsman, unwilling to be outdone, ultimately chose to walk a crooked path, disappearing into the dark red flames.
His unwillingness, his talent, were consumed by the fire.
In the end, only a dark red powder remained, mixed into the sauce by the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall, sealed within the Tianzun brand instant noodles.
Did Lu Zhuang ever think, when he first consumed the Divine Power Powder, that one day he would become the very thing he cherished most, packed into a noodle bag?
Li Mo felt a jolt on his forehead, as if his hair was about to catch fire.
"....."
Huang Donglai grasped his wrist, silently shaking his head.
A hall must have more than just third realm experts; there were at least fourth and even fifth realm powerhouses.
Acting now would be far too reckless.
"Here you go."
The peddler brought a bag of Divine Power Powder before them.
He smiled and said:
"The Blood Beast Hall’s Blood Beast Refining needs Divine Power Powder to assist in cultivation. Please, try it."
"It’s fresh."
...
**P.S.: Not finished yet; just refresh later for the rest.**
**Chapter 500: A Ruckus at the Blood Refining Hall, the Ice Fairy’s Heavenly Tribulation**
Deep within the Blood Refining Hall’s hideout, sunlight poured into a spacious natural cave, with buildings constructed on the sheer cliffs above, and a dark river flowing below.
A small boat drifted on the river, carrying three people.
The elder at the front was hunched and frail, with a tumor-like growth on his face, making him exceedingly ugly. His gray-brown robe bulged with protruding flesh.
The person on the left wore a Daoist robe, with flowing black hair and a dot of vermilion at her brow. Though she was clearly a Daoist nun, she exuded a captivating charm.
The other young man was a familiar face, the Huanmo Holy Son, Tan Zhuyin.
"The identities for the two of you attending the Qianlong Conference have been prepared by my subordinates."
The ugly elder took out two pieces of information and said:
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