Thousands of feet high in the sky, a sudden wave of vibration was heard from the portal leading to the underworld, and four figures jumped out from front and back.
The moonlight fell on the four people, illuminating four indifferent faces.
The middle-aged monk in the lead had a rather dignified appearance. He was the last to walk out of the portal, looking back at the space passage with a slightly frown on his face.
"Palace Master, Lu Xuanji is truly as timid as a mouse."
A young man in black clothes laughed at the side, "He was so frightened by the barbarians of East Continent that he even forgot to cover his door. Once we rebuild a branch hall here and pass on the news, the punishment he receives from above will surely be increased."
The middle-aged monk glared coldly and said, "Let's get down to business first."
The young man in black clothes shuddered, immediately put away his smile, and took out a magic weapon in the shape of an incense burner.
Once this treasure was taken out, a long, thin line of incense immediately floated out, extending from high in the sky to a great distance.
Seeing this, the four of them said nothing and immediately followed, flying straight towards Dushui City.
…
It was four o'clock in the morning and the night was getting dark.
The sky suddenly turned gloomy and a drizzle began to fall, and the rain gradually got heavier. Fortunately, Xiang Sheng and his group had already arrived at their doorstep.
"Leave it all to me."
Li Changting carried Chen the blacksmith on his back, grabbed Fengfeng and Wang the widow in his left and right hands, and kicked open the door of the blacksmith shop and went in to settle the three drunk people.
Luo Hai said hello and went back to the winery.
Xiang Jianjue followed his master back to the calligraphy studio. Just as he was about to go back to the backyard to meditate, he suddenly heard his master calling him.
He turned around in confusion and saw his master waving his sleeves, collecting all the calligraphy and paintings, and moving the set of coffee table and chairs from the inner room and placing them in the center of the room.
Xiang Sheng sat down with his sleeves draped, and said calmly, "Make some tea, we have guests arriving tonight."
Xiang Jianjue was stunned for a moment, then felt something unusual and his expression became slightly stern.
Wang Tuo, who was lying on Xiang Sheng's shoulder, wagged his tail and said, "Silly boy, what are you standing there for? Just do whatever your master tells you to do."
Xiang Jianjue stopped thinking about it and went to make tea.
Soon, a pot of new tea was brewed.
Xiang Jianjue came over holding the teapot, stood respectfully beside Xiang Sheng, and watched his master fiddle with the chess pieces.
In a moment, the chess game changed drastically.
He only took a quick glance at Jian Jue and felt terrified, not daring to look again.
A decisive game.
Tonight, Master wants to kill someone!
Boom!
Thunder snakes flashed across the sky, and heavy rain finally poured down, drowning out the sounds of all things in the world, leaving only the crackling sound of rain hitting the roof tiles.
In the heavy rain, a figure wearing a straw raincoat walked through the rain curtain and stepped into the threshold.
The person who came was not the middle-aged cultivator, but the young man in black clothes who had been talking nonsense in the sky before.
He saw the situation in the house without any surprise. He took off his raincoat and put it aside, then sat down opposite Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng twirled the chess pieces in his hands without even looking up: "Disciple, serve tea."
Xiang Jianjue immediately grabbed the teapot and went forward to pour tea.
The black-robed young man didn't even look at Jian Jue. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiang Sheng for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "As expected of the East Continent's Incense God, he can still maintain his composure at this moment. Even among the geniuses that have been purged in our palace, he is rare."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiang Jianjue's face suddenly changed. He looked up and stared at the young man in black clothes.
Li Changting had told him that the Pantheon would return sooner or later, but he hadn't expected it to come so soon, and to find his master so quickly.
Danger!
Master clearly sensed it in advance, so why didn’t he run away?
Although he often spoke stubbornly in front of Li Changting, he knew clearly in his heart that the cultivation world of Dongzhou was far inferior to that of Xizhou. Moreover, Master's injuries had not yet healed after the underground battle. How could he fight?
He was anxious and immediately sent a secret message to Li Changting. However, the message was blocked by an invisible barrier and nothing could be transmitted.
Xiang Jianjue's face looked grim. He suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the rain outside the door.
It's raining!
Xiang Jianjue felt a chill in his heart. This rain was not a normal occurrence, but a means by which the Pantheon isolated itself from the outside world.
"You, my little disciple, are really sharp."
The young man in black clothes glanced at Jian Jue and said, "It's a pity that he discovered something unusual so quickly. He won't survive the night."
Xiang Sheng paused with the chess piece in his hand, then slowly raised his head, his eyes calm, and said calmly: "Are all the people in the Pantheon as rude as you?"
The young man in black clothes' smile faltered slightly, and then he frowned and looked at the woman in front of him, feeling a little absurd.
In the thousand years of practicing Taoism, he had killed countless geniuses, but this was the first time someone had killed him in front of him and said that he did not know etiquette.
He raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became even wider: "Interesting, young man, then tell me, where exactly am I being rude?"
"To induct the incense without permission is to come uninvited; to talk nonsense is to waste time."
The corners of Xiang Sheng's lips curved up, "Is this enough? If not, I can add more."
"That's enough."
Anger flashed across the eyes of the black-robed young man, and his tone sank slightly, "Since you are so sensible, I wanted to let you live a little longer. Since you are so eager to die, I will fulfill your wish.
Hand over the names of all the monks who participated in the destruction of this Pantheon branch, and I will make the decision and give you a quick death."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Sheng was not at all alarmed. Instead, he chuckled softly, "I thought it was strange. Why didn't you take action when you came here? It turns out you were planning to interrogate me."
At this point, Xiang Sheng pursed his lips slightly and said, "It's either way, it's death, so what if I don't say it?"
"Don't tell?"
The young man in black clothes shook the tea in his cup and sneered, "Then I will tear out the tendons and skin of this sick tiger on your shoulder and eat its bones.
You, my good disciple, will be subjected to three hundred and sixty kinds of punishment from my Pantheon, and your soul will be shattered before you."
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