It was only then that Lin Yang noticed someone was inside the attic.
He quickly followed the gaze and saw a figure vaguely visible behind a screen. In front of the figure, a faint flash of lightning appeared, and scattered points of spiritual light gathered on both sides, giving the figure the air of a hermit master.
His expression hardened as he recalled what Fang Yun had said earlier. He quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, senior. I am Lin Yang from the Heavenly Saint Sect."
Lu Shan asked, "What is it?"
"I've heard that Your Excellency's Wentian Tower is omnipotent, capable of granting wishes as long as a price is paid. I wonder if you, senior, could..."
Lin Yang tentatively asked.
He looked up and saw that Lu Shan's face did not change after he finished speaking. He could only vaguely see Lu Shan's outline through the screen.
"Can."
Lu Shan said calmly, "I just don't know what price you're willing to pay?"
"Would it be acceptable to destroy a holy land?" Lin Yang became more cautious.
Lu Shan said, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang became excited instantly. He immediately took the Heavenly Saint Sword from his arms, held it with both hands above his head, and respectfully said, "This junior is willing to offer the Heavenly Saint Sword, the sacred artifact of my Heavenly Saint Sect. I hope the Pavilion Master will accept it with pleasure."
Lu Shan waved his hand, and a powerful suction force swept over him. The Heavenly Holy Sword flew towards him and landed in his hand. The moment it touched his hand, the warm touch carried the killing intent of the golden blade. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine weapon!"
He immediately pocketed it, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Alright, I agree. Come here at noon tomorrow, and I will give you a satisfactory answer."
Lin Yang still had some concerns.
His only reliance, the Heavenly Saint Sword, has fallen into the hands of the Asking Heaven Pavilion. If the so-called Pavilion Master goes back on his word, then he will have nothing left.
So he tentatively asked, "Sect Master, I wonder if I could give you the Heavenly Sacred Sword after this task is completed..."
"Don't you believe me? Or do you not believe in Wentianlou? Hmm?"
Lu Shan's words carried a more stern tone.
It wasn't that he was angry, but he had to put on this act at this moment.
It was all to show off that domineering and confident attitude.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, his legs involuntarily buckled, and he knelt down with a thud, "I dare not... this junior dares not..."
"Then come at noon tomorrow." After Lu Shan finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, and the door slowly closed. Lin Yang's body was also uncontrollably pulled backward. When he looked up, he saw the old door tightly closed.
He suddenly stood up and took a deep look at the three large red characters "Wentianlou" on the plaque above the door.
Inside the Wentian Tower, Lu Shan watched Lin Yang gradually disappear into the distance, a smile appearing on his lips. He then turned to the person beside him and said, "The rest is up to you."
Zhou Mu, however, did not show any reaction.
He stared at the clouds on the horizon for a long while before saying, "You've given me such a huge problem, how am I supposed to settle the score with you?"
Lu Shan was taken aback. "Wasn't this something you arranged?"
"Did I send you to wipe out a faction?" Zhou Mu asked.
Lu Shan said awkwardly, "It seems not."
Zhou Mu sighed and said helplessly, "Forget it, you've already made such a bold claim. Whether Wentianlou's reputation can be established depends on this."
...
The Heavenly Saint Sect is gone.
In those war-torn years, this was the most normal thing to do.
However, to the shock of many forces, Yang Yunjie, the Grand Elder of the Cangyu Holy Land, mysteriously perished while pursuing the people of the Tiansheng Sect. His body was never found, and it was only after the soul lamp enshrined in the ancestral hall went out that everyone learned of his death.
When this news reached the entire Northern Wilderness City, it immediately caused turmoil and panic among the people.
The original structure was disrupted by the sudden emergence of such a huge hidden danger, which led to the fall of several powerful saints. This was truly rare in this era of great strife.
After all, every saint is a strategic figure, and a war involving the death of a saint-level expert is bound to be a war of annihilation.
Although the Cangyu Holy Land launched a war of annihilation against the Tiansheng Sect, it was essentially a crushing defeat of a lower-level force by a higher-level one.
After all, this time, the Cangyu Holy Land dispatched nearly three Saint-level experts and dozens of Divine Treasure Realm experts, while the Tiansheng Sect, having gathered the full strength of the sect, could only hastily send one Saint-level expert and three Divine Treasure Realm experts to fight.
The outcome of the great battle is self-evident.
Unexpectedly, a Saint from the Cangyu Holy Land perished while pursuing a martial artist who was only at the Divine Treasure Realm.
It should be noted that during the joint siege of a Saint from the Heavenly Saint Sect, no Saint-level expert from the Azure Feather Holy Land ever perished.
As the mystery gradually dissipates, a force called Wentianlou emerges.
Almost all the forces in the Desolate Heaven Domain focused their attention on Wentian Tower.
Previously, many forces, both openly and secretly, had noticed the Wentian Tower, but they hadn't taken it seriously enough. Now that this incident has occurred, countless forces are turning their attention to it.
Even Zhou Mu, who was hiding on the ninth floor of the Wentian Tower, keenly sensed that there were many more people lurking in the surrounding area.
But he didn't care at all; in fact, he was secretly pleased.
Sihai Pavilion
"Sect Master, I believe that the demise of Chisongzi is inextricably linked to the newly established Wentian Tower."
Inside the Elder Hall, an elderly man with white hair spoke loudly to Zhao Tianfu, the Pavilion Master of the Four Seas Pavilion, who was seated on a high seat.
These words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.
Zhao Tianfu did not express his opinion, but the steward Shangguan Peng, who was standing to the side, spoke up at this moment: "The Wentian Tower was only established yesterday, while Elder Chisongzi has been dead for several days. It doesn't seem right to let him take the blame."
Upon hearing this, the elder who had spoken earlier frowned and angrily rebuked, "You are all cowards who fear death. You even know that my Elder Hall elder has been dead for several days, yet you still haven't given me an answer."
Akira Akatsuki.
This person was Chishongzi's elder brother, Chishongming.
In truth, this outburst of anger was understandable.
When Chishongming arrived, it was too late. He hadn't even found the remains. Even though he used extraordinary means and mobilized the resources of the Four Seas Pavilion to search everywhere, he still couldn't find anything.
He was extremely angry and naturally felt indignant.
Zhao Tianfu first comforted Chishongming, then looked at the elders on both sides, most of whom had already shown unfriendly expressions.
He smiled faintly and said, "I have been personally investigating the death of Chishongzi for several days, but I have not found anything yet."
After these words, the room fell silent.
No one could believe that, even with Zhao Tianfu personally taking action, there were still things he didn't understand, which was truly baffling.
But just then, someone raised a question: "May I ask, what methods did the Pavilion Master use?"
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