Some are skilled at transformation, some at tracking, some at setting up formations, and some at illusions, and so on; their abilities are incredibly diverse.
But if we go back in time, around three thousand years ago, their predecessors belonged to the Illusion Pavilion founded by Shangguan Hongyu.
At that time, demons and monsters roamed the lands of the empire, and the Phantom Pavilion was created precisely to deal with them.
However, with the victory in the battle, the Phantom Pavilion gradually faded from the historical stage.
Later, the Phantom Pavilion ceased to exist. Instead, its disciples gradually split into two major sects: the Mysterious Sect and the Strange Sect, which have always held a very important position in the martial arts world.
The two major sects have been engaged in open and covert struggles, seemingly vying to become the number one sect in the world.
Even if the disciples of the two factions are engaged in a bloody battle, they will rush to the capital immediately if the Empress summons them.
For Qimen and Yimen, nothing is more important than the Empress's decree.
Bian Lang cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Making paper figures, performing circuses, sending nightmares—those who can do these things must be people from your strange and unusual sects, right?"
Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, because what Bian Lang said was true.
Ultimately, the circus performances now appearing in the capital are extremely sophisticated illusions.
All the senior masters of Qimen and Yimen present could do it.
Seeing that no one spoke, Bian Lang smiled and said, "But I believe that none of you here are the real culprit, so I need you to find that guy."
"Yes," everyone responded in unison.
Stepping out of the main hall, Shangguan Hongyu looked relaxed and smiled, "Husband, I never thought there was anything you couldn't do?"
"You can only blame the fact that the world you live in is too bizarre," Bian Lang laughed.
If it were an open enemy, Bian Lang was confident that no one could withstand a single blow from his axe.
But facing enemies whose identities he didn't even know, and not being a divine being who could predict the future, Bian Lang naturally had no way to make a move.
But as long as someone from the Qimen sect finds the enemy, Bian Lang is happy to send them to their doom.
"Are you going to leave this world again someday?" Shangguan Hongyu kept thinking about this question, but hesitated to ask it.
The journeys to different worlds were always arranged by Corpse Brother, and Bian Lang was unaware of them.
But if the Corpse Brother leaves this world without saying a word, and doesn't take Shangguan Hongyu with him, then he can only choose to lie down and let things take their course.
Bian Lang smiled and said, "Even if I have to leave, I will take you with me."
Shangguan Hongyu thought that this was the best outcome. Now that she was immortal and had an infinite lifespan, she could truly stay by Bian Lang's side for a long time.
Thinking about the bright future makes the suffering we endured in the past seem insignificant.
After discussion, the disciples of Qimen and Yimen decided to split up and act separately.
Qimen starts with the paper figures performing in the circus, while Yimen investigates the people who have been infected with dreams.
There was already conflict between the two sects, so doing this would prevent conflict and improve efficiency.
Bian Lang was very satisfied with their assignments.
Bian Lang will not participate in the investigation; he only needs to wait for the results.
The result didn't appear until seven days later.
Although practitioners of Qimen and Yimen investigate from different angles, they ultimately point in the same direction.
This proves that what they uncovered was the truth.
After listening to the reports from the two disciples, Bian Lang frowned and asked, "Monkey Willow?"
"This man is a traitor to my Qimen sect. He calls himself Husun Liu and has extremely high talent. In less than three years since he entered the sect, he has already mastered almost all of my Qimen techniques," said Huangfu Feng, the head of the Qimen sect, with a heavy heart.
Huangfu Feng had a long white beard, which trembled wildly when he got excited, making him look quite comical.
"Husun Liu also studied under my sect, and in less than three years, he mastered all of my sect's techniques." The sect leader, Yu Que'er, was a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup, and one could imagine that she was a stunning beauty in her youth.
Bian Lang could guess what would happen next without them having to tell him.
After learning the magic, Husun Liu immediately betrayed his master.
With his mastery of both esoteric and unorthodox techniques, this Monkey Willow must be incredibly powerful.
Bian Lang had previously speculated that the paper doll circus was organized by a group, but now it seems that it was likely all the work of Husun Liu alone.
Bian Lang asked, "Is there any way to find this person?"
Everyone lowered their heads again.
Huangfu Feng and Yu Que'er both looked very unpleasant.
Bian Lang found it very funny; the Qimen and Yimen schools were a classic case of the disciple starving the master.
Bian Lang thought for a moment and laughed, "No matter how talented Husun Liu is, he is still just one person. I believe that if your two factions can join forces and trust each other, you will definitely be able to find Husun Liu."
If mutual trust can be achieved, it might be feasible.
However, the disciples of the two factions have been fighting for thousands of years, and even with the intervention of the Empress, they have been unable to achieve mutual trust.
“Master Bian, we can’t trust each other.” Yu Que’er glared fiercely at Huangfu Feng.
Huangfu Feng nodded in agreement.
Bian Lang asked with a smile, "What if the two of you got married?"
Huangfu Feng and Yu Que'er both looked bewildered, as if they hadn't understood what Bian Lang meant.
But the disciples of both factions were clearly delighted, and many of them were covering their mouths and chuckling.
They could hardly imagine what it would be like for the leaders of the two factions to unite.
“Master Bian, the conflict between Qimen and Yimen has lasted for thousands of years, and it’s really impossible to…” Huangfu Feng gritted his teeth, trying to persuade Bian Lang to give up this unrealistic fantasy.
Bian Lang said, "It has lasted for thousands of years, and it's time for it to end. I think that during these thousands of years, your skills in magic have not only not improved, but have actually regressed, haven't they?"
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