Chapter 449
"One is Qu Songyun, ranked twentieth among the潜龙 (Qianlong) participants, and the other is Zhao Jing, ranked twenty-fifth. The Blood Refinement Hall is planning to make these two disappear."
"This is their information; I hope you both read it carefully."
Tan Zhuyin frowned as he flipped through the details, realizing both were women.
"Why are they both female?"
"They are ranked high, with diverse martial arts skills, and are not disciples of major sects, making them easier to conceal. The Holy Son need not worry; my subordinates have already prepared methods for the two of you."
"When the time comes, you just need to..."
The old man's laughter carried a sinister undertone.
To replace these two, their fate was all too clear.
"There's no need for that."
The Daoist nun's small vermilion birthmark on her forehead transformed, altering her appearance, and her voice shifted from a rough male tone to a crisp female one.
Qu Songyun looked at the two with a pitiful expression, trembling slightly.
"Where are you taking this little girl?"
With the higher-ranked one taken away, Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly, "With that appearance, you still want to play the heroine?"
"Serving the Blood God, I can only reluctantly comply."
The androgynous Daoist of the Yin-Yang Hall returned to her true form, smiling sweetly.
"Has the Holy Son met the ancestor of Yunmeng? Is it that you look down on serving the ancestor of Blood Refinement?"
"Matters concerning the ancestor are my responsibility, but I disdain to associate with Yin-Yang people."
Tan Zhuyin observed the swirling Yin-Yang energies around her, noting her hesitation to act, and his mocking expression deepened.
Even without the guidance of the Blood Refinement ancestor, he would still attend the Qianlong Conference.
He turned to the old man.
"Change my identity to that of a man."
"But Holy Son, Zhao Jing has already been lured here by us. You see..."
The old man's face showed difficulty as the boat docked.
Before he could say more, a Blood Refinement Hall disciple rushed in from the corridor.
"Hall Master, Zhao Jing didn't come alone; she brought four helpers disguised as envoys from the Hundred Beasts Hall. We can't hold them off!"
"Not alone?"
The Daoist's voice from the Yin-Yang Hall grew rougher.
His first reaction was that this hideout had been discovered by the Da Yu court and was about to be raided.
The hunchbacked old man was startled and quickly asked, "Zhao Jing is not well-regarded by her peers; she usually acts alone. What are the levels of those people?"
"Third realm."
"Looks like they aren't strong members of the Da Yu court; otherwise, they wouldn't send third realm fighters."
The hunchbacked old man finally relaxed, snorting, "If a few third realm fighters can't hold them off, what are you all doing?"
"Their methods are quite strange," the disciple said, drenched in sweat.
"?"
Do you even hear what you're saying?
You're one of the devil cult members!
"What do you mean strange? Speak clearly, or I'll use you for alchemy!"
"The first envoy wielded a broken sword. He had an old man behind him. At first, we thought it was some strange divine intent, but that old man detached from his body and killed several of our third realm brothers with a single blow."
"Sounds like the ghost-controlling techniques from the Grave of Sins..."
The Yin-Yang Daoist remarked.
"The second one just sat there, not moving at all, letting my brothers attack him. In the end, the injuries were transferred to those who struck him."
"Then why did you keep attacking him?"
"That bald donkey was cursing like crazy!"
The disciple grumbled, his teeth clenched at the memory.
"Then there was a poison user who was fast. A few of my brothers finally caught him, but after just a few exchanges, they were all poisoned!"
"The last one used a sword technique. He only had one move, but it was like the Grim Reaper's scythe—every strike drew blood..."
"The second day after the Rainy Mist Tower killed the Grim Reaper, has his disciple emerged?"
The hunchbacked old man finally had a clue about their origins.
But he was even more astonished.
"Why is the Rainy Mist Tower meddling in our devil cult's affairs?"
"Those assassins will do anything for enough money; it's not surprising," the male Daoist replied nonchalantly.
Tan Zhuyin snorted coldly, "If you can't hold off the Yama's envoy, don't you know to avoid the sharp edge and slowly encircle them? Fool."
"That's what we thought too."
The disciple felt quite aggrieved. "But that swordsman suddenly rode on the poison user. One wielded a sword technique that was terrifying, while the other moved like the wind. We couldn't catch them, and we couldn't fight back! Even the captain of the inner scene is dead!"
"......"
Riding on... a person?
What kind of bizarre fighting style is this?
"Hmph, no matter which path they come from, those who dare to stir trouble in my territory will be turned into great medicine!"
The external pressure surged forth, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to transform into flesh, filling the air with a pungent smell of blood.
The flesh on the old man's body writhed as he didn't walk through the corridor but stepped into the wall of flesh.
........
On the ground, over a hundred meters away, dusk was settling, draping the earth in a tranquil fiery hue.
"This should be secluded enough."
In front of the desolate, empty temple, Ying Bing walked in from the outskirts, her expression cool and detached, holding the piece of calamity jade.
She had survived the heavenly tribulation and even the tribulation of becoming an immortal.
Controlling this calamity jade shouldn't take much time.
By then, it would likely be night.
She could use the moonlight to contact Li Mo and have him come to pick her up.
After idly fiddling with the jade for a while, Ying Bing adjusted her state to its peak.
Perhaps no one would expect that the calm and ethereal cold fairy, unafraid of heavenly tribulations, would worry about not finding her way back at night.
And she was also concerned about when he would come to find her...
Buzz—
A purple lightning pattern lit up on the calamity jade, and she chose the most common thunder tribulation.
The originally clear sky quickly darkened, clouds obscuring the sky, and a fierce wind began to blow.
Rolling lightning brewed and coiled within the clouds, resembling a sinuous thunder serpent, the destructive aura growing heavier.
"The first layer of tribulation is this strong?"
A faint jade-like veil shimmered on Ying Bing's skin as she gently narrowed her phoenix eyes.
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P.S.: Celebrating five hundred chapters, yay!
**"Reborn as the Empress, She Calls Me Husband"**
Author: Ren Shen Gong Ji
Source: Sudu Gu
Website: http://www.sudugu.com
**Chapter 501: All Means Exhausted, A Path to Survival**
Blood and flesh rapidly spread within the cave, the stench overwhelming, even the corpses on the ground dissolved into blood and merged into it.
Li Mo rode on Huang Donglai, his sword light slicing through a Blood Refinement Hall disciple, who fell to the ground, still alive and writhing.
However, behind him, the blood and flesh had already spread, swallowing him like a mire.
"What is this...?"
Li Mo's heart raced with alarm, a strong sense of crisis emanating from Qi Tian Dou's battle intent.
This felt familiar; it resembled Han Zhen's technique of transforming into a blood river in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm. The method might not be as refined, but the strength of the newcomer was evidently greater.
With a reminder from his teacher, Xiao Qin was the first to react.
"Be careful, it's the external scene of the Blood Refinement Hall! Extremely troublesome! We should retreat!"
A heavy stench of blood spread, causing dizziness.
Except for Li Mo, everyone else was affected to varying degrees.
Murong Xiao's protective aura began to waver, Xiao Qin let out a muffled groan, her qi and blood surging, Huang Donglai's movements slowed, and Zhao Jing's blade dimmed.
"Get out first!"
Li Mo decisively commanded.
He was still fine, but he couldn't just think of himself.
However, as the group turned back, they found the corridor they had come through was rapidly sealing up like a wound.
Three figures appeared ahead.
At the forefront was an old man, his feet rooted in the blood and flesh, exuding a powerful aura of blood, his physique formidable and alarming, and despite his white hair, he radiated a strong vitality.
"What a physique! What a foundation! What talent!"
The old man looked at Li Mo, his eyes shining, the gloom on his face lifting.
"It’s you! Li Mo! You really didn’t die!"
Tan Zhuyin, seeing Li Mo, changed his tone.
"Because of you, we were chased by Jiang Yu and the Celestial Patrol for half a month!"
"I said I just picked up a stone, but he didn’t believe me! You really should die!"
"....."
Li Mo thought, didn’t I compensate you with the instant noodle recipe?
It’s not like I made you go kill and steal.
Little Li observed his surroundings, looking for an escape route.
At the same time, he quietly stowed away the Chixiao Sword, gripping the hammer treasure in his sleeve, ready to fight back at any moment, waiting for Zhao Jing's master, the divine catcher, to bring the court's team for rescue; that shouldn't be a problem.
Slap—
Huang Donglai suddenly felt as if a mountain had fallen on him, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
He looked up, innocently at Li Mo.
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