Behind Murong Feiran were the people from the Paradise Cult.
They were one step behind Murong Feiran, and their attitude was very respectful, but their white clothes were stained with blood, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.
What's going on?
Just as everyone was wondering, a seriously injured disciple of the Paradise Palace stumbled over.
"Report!"
The disciple knelt at the feet of Palace Master Ying Fuming, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Palace Master, all the elders, stewards, and disciples of the Immortal Palace have been killed. The murderer, the murderer is..."
As he spoke, the disciple turned to look at Murong Feiran, pointed at him, and said with anger: "It's him! He ordered the elders, stewards, and direct disciples to be gathered together, and then ordered them to be killed!"
"Oh."
Murong Feiran chuckled softly, "Do you think you are worthy enough to point fingers at me?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the disciple in the air. With a hissing sound, the disciple was squeezed into a pulp!
A wisp of ethereal soul emerged from the flesh paste, its face exactly the same as that of the disciple who had just died. He looked at Murong Feiran with hatred and disgust, obviously it was the soul of that disciple.
"The ten thousandth human soul has finally arrived."
Murong Feiran took out the soul-collecting bottle, collected the soul into it, and then put it back into the storage bag.
Seeing his disciple die so tragically in front of him, Palace Master Ying Fuming trembled, "How, how could this happen!"
Ying Fuming turned his head to look at Murong Feiran and said in disbelief: "Master, you, you..."
Murong Feiran licked the remaining blood on his lips. "This cannot be blamed on me, the leader. It was you who failed to complete your mission. I had no choice but to collect those one thousand human souls myself."
"But there are so many people here... and this place isn't far from the Celestial Palace. How could we not have heard anything?"
"If you don't practice the forbidden techniques I taught you, I won't be able to control them so easily, hahahaha..."
“So, so!”
Ying Fuming's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
The reason why the Paradise Palace was able to rise so quickly and become the second largest sect in the Feiran Spiritual Realm was precisely because of the "Secret Scripture of Paradise" given to them by Murong Feiran, which enabled the disciples to advance so quickly.
I didn't expect... that in the end I would just be making wedding dresses for others!
Hearing this, Jiang Deng on the side had an idea in mind.
It seems that these people in the Paradise Palace deserved to die. They killed many furnaces and cauldrons in order to practice the "Secret Scripture of Paradise", and now they have been taken advantage of by Murong Feiran. It can be said that they all deserved it.
In other words, Murong Feiran was willing to pass on the "Secret Scripture of Bliss" to them because of this idea!
She loves to watch dogs fight each other.
Jiang Deng quietly retreated to where the people from the Taichu Sword Sect were and watched the show happily.
"Little brother, you'd better take it easy."
Ying Fuhao walked up to Ying Fuming and advised, "If Jile Xian Palace accepts a few more disciples, it will be able to recover in a few years. Why are you so sad?"
Ying Fuming's fingers trembled as he said, "Brother, did you already know the leader's plan?"
Ying Fuhao scratched his head and said in distress, "Was it really that obvious?"
"You, you...Puff!"
Ying Fuming covered his chest where the blood was surging, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Now, all the powerful elders and stewards in the Immortal Palace have been slaughtered by the leader, and the second-ranked Paradise Palace is now dead in name only!
Big brother said that if we recruit more disciples, we can restore the vitality of the Paradise Palace?
This was the sect he had spent thousands of years to build. How could he bear to see it collapse like this?
Not to mention what if the leader comes to the Paradise Palace again after a few hundred years?
"Palace Master!"
"Father!"
The other surviving disciples of the Paradise Palace and Ying Ziru hurried forward and helped Ying Fuming retreat to avoid further conflict with the leader and the killing of the remaining few of them.
"Si Mian," Murong Feiran said calmly, "We should leave."
"Yes, Master."
Si Mian walked out of the crowd, understood, and opened the scroll. He called out the names one by one according to the list above: "Liu Ruanqin, Na Ya... Ying Yubing, Jiang Deng. Those whose names have been called out above, please step out and follow me to the Spirit Palace to participate in the upcoming Saint Maiden Election."
"Wait, Ginger Lantern?"
Murong Feiran was startled by the name, and his eyes searched around intently while he asked loudly, "Who is Jiang Deng?!"
Jiang Deng, standing among the crowd of Taichu Sword Sect members, raised his hand expressionlessly.
Murong Feiran looked Jiang Deng up and down, confirming that Jiang Deng's aura was very unfamiliar and that he did not look like his master. Only then did he feel relieved.
"Tsk," Murong Feiran said with a look of disdain, "With your looks, you're not worthy of being called Jiang Deng? Once you enter the Spirit Palace, change your name immediately."
Jiang Deng: “…”
Is the fourth disciple a psychopath?
Her name is Jiang Deng, and she herself has no objection, so how could he have an opinion at all?
Everyone in the Taichu Sword Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion. Wasn't Feng Qing the one participating in the Saintess election? How did it become Jiang Deng?
"Master Jiang Feng, what are you going to do now!" Jiang Roushui said in a low voice.
Jiang Deng said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I have my own plans and won't drag down the Taichu Sword Sect. Besides, my name has already been submitted, so it's too late to regret it. Otherwise, will you go in my place?"
Jiang Roushui stamped her foot and said angrily, "If she were a woman, she would have gone by herself long ago!"
Jiang Zhi in the crowd: "..."
To be honest, he really didn't want this father.
"Sister!"
Jiang Zhiling grabbed Jiang Deng's sleeve with even more worry, "Are you really going? Can you not go?"
Jiang Deng patted the back of Jiang Zhiling's hand and said soothingly, "Sister, you'll be back soon. Nothing will happen. During this time, you should practice well in the Taichu Sword Sect. If you have any problems, go to Zhan Ji for help."
"……Um."
Jiang Zhiling could only grit her teeth and agree, with tears in her eyes.
When will she be able to help her sister?
After saying goodbye to everyone from the Taichu Sword Sect, Jiang Deng walked towards where the people from the Jile Sect were.
Seeing that all the people participating in the Saint Maiden Election had arrived, Murong Feiran took out the sedan chair from his storage bag and sat on it, leaning lazily on it, "Let's go back to the Spirit Palace."
"……stop!"
Jiang Deng was just about to leave with the people from the Paradise Cult when a weak but firm voice rang out.
Following the sound, I saw Lin Jun, who was half-dead on the martial arts stage, suddenly stood up shakily.
He stared directly at Murong Feiran opposite him, his eyes full of unyielding spirit, "You, can't take Jiang Deng away!"
Murong Feiran stared at Lin Jun's face, a trance flashed in his eyes.
Why does this person look so much like the eldest brother?
No, this kid is only at the Jindan stage. The eldest senior brother can’t be so weak.
Murong Feiran put that ridiculous conjecture behind him and asked with a smile, "Why can't I take her away?"
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