After the crow ate the fate of three people, it immediately dissipated.
Qin Tianque looked at the three bodies that had turned into bones on the ground with an expressionless face. It was unknown what he was thinking. He stayed for a long time before flying away.
Wang Chuxiao quickly sent someone to clean up the mess.
An unremarkable servant mixed in with the team, stepped into the half-collapsed alchemy room, and followed everyone to pick up the three corpses.
After finishing the job, the servant left with the team. No one noticed that there was an extra person in the team, nor did they notice that he disappeared halfway through the journey.
The servant walked along the mountain road to a fork in the road, and when he came out, he had become an inconspicuous outer sect disciple. He went to the inner sect and became a core disciple...
This went on for a while, and after a while, the servant returned to the Li Palace without disturbing Geng Qi who was guarding the door.
The moment she stepped into the palace, "Xiang Sheng" who was studying the ancient book in the palace immediately turned into a paper figure and fell into her hands.
Needless to say, the true identity of this servant was Xiang Sheng, who had returned to observe the scene.
She changed back into her usual Sword Master uniform and sat down, habitually groping for the blood ring on her right ring finger, as if lost in thought.
The three skeletons indeed belonged to the three Thousand-Faced Old Ghosts, and the rotten smell of their lives being devoured was exactly the same as what she smelled in the coffin hall.
Does Qin Tianque really have the same talent of devouring fate as Taiyin?
Or is it Taiyin himself who devours the fate?
No matter which of these two speculations is true, it does not prevent her from being on guard against Qin Tianque.
Qin Tianque resurrected his third brother and the others and deliberately trained her. It would be best if he just wanted to use them to deal with the Pantheon. Otherwise...
Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment, and then the coldness disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Qin Tianque ordered the movement of the Ten Thousand Sword Vein to be blocked, and it was not spread in the Sword Sect.
Xiang Jianjue received orders from his master and continued to sweep through the four meridians, trying to root out all the spies planted in the Sword Sect by the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost's memory.
The spies from the other sword sects, big and small, could not escape death either.
After the bloody purge, everyone in the Sword Sect was in a panic, fearing that they would be the next to die.
The eight clan leaders released the news at the right time. When everyone learned that most of the disciples who were killed were spies of the Pantheon, they all breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly returned to their previous lively state.
In this lively atmosphere, in addition to the disciples exchanging ideas and practicing, there was also a lot of discussion.
"I never thought there would be so many Pantheon spies in this sect. Now that I think about it, I'm really scared."
"No wonder the Pantheon always managed to get the news and dodge in advance when we attacked in the past."
"Brother Xiang has killed countless people and provided us with a place to cultivate peacefully. This is truly admirable."
"Who says it's not?"
"I even scolded Senior Brother Xiang for being cruel and ruthless because of this matter before. I really shouldn't have done that!"
"Senior Brother Xiang must have suffered a lot..."
"Those beasts from the Pantheon fought back recklessly. I heard that Senior Brother Xiang was seriously injured."
"It's a pity that our cultivation is too low, so we can't help you at all."
"Uncle Li... Grandmaster Li, are you really not going to care about Senior Brother Xiang?"
"Shut up! Do you think you could orchestrate that? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
“…”
No matter how much the outside world was talking about it, Xiang Sheng had lived a very comfortable life in the past three months.
The apprentice was too busy to come and pay his respects.
She had nothing to do around the temple, so she simply returned to Wuming Peak.
He practiced breathing exercises, mastered sword skills, and comprehended the forbidden texts of snakes and insects every day, absorbing the memories from the fragments of "Deceiving the Sky".
Then there are the second and fourth brothers who are always concerned, the third brother who occasionally gets angry, the fifth sister who gloats over misfortunes, and the sixth brother who is shameless and plays tricks...
Although his life was in turmoil, Xiang Sheng was happy with it. With his thoughts clear, his comprehension of sword skills progressed faster than usual.
Compared to her leisure, the Pantheon was shrouded in a cloud of gloom.
On this day, the blood pool was resurrected.
Sui Lian looked at the three bodies slowly condensing in the blood pool, his face as gloomy as water.
Ever since the mysterious group of people from the Wanmai Sword Sect took action, the number of hall masters they have lost has skyrocketed.
This time, the second, third, and fourth hall masters were killed in one go. Even my father was alarmed and personally intervened.
The third and fourth hall masters have already accumulated a chance of resurrection through years of accumulation.
Although the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost had run out of opportunities, he was a rare and useful servant to Sui Lian, so he simply resurrected the three of them together.
The blood pool was a heavy burden, and it took three full months to restore the three people's bodies.
Seeing that the three people were about to wake up, Sui Lian had a bad feeling.
After waiting for a while, the three people standing stiffly in the pool of blood finally moved.
The Thousand-Faced Old Ghost's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes, his pupils revealing complete stupidity and dullness.
The fate was indeed swallowed up.
Su Lian's premonition came true. The veins on his forehead jumped and he suddenly flicked his sleeves. The three bodies seemed to be crushed by an invisible wind and instantly turned into blood and returned to the blood pool.
Turning around and leaving the Resurrection Hall, Sui Lian's angry expression had completely disappeared.
He returned to his residence, bathed and changed his clothes, then walked barefoot into a black palace and knelt on one knee before the throne: "I have done a poor job, please forgive me, father."
After this voice fell, the palace was silent for a long time, and then a faint voice came from high above.
"I already know what happened. You are not to blame for this."
The person who spoke spoke in a gentle tone, like a gentle breeze: "Taiyin is not dead yet, so we can kill him again. In ancient times, the Yin and Yang gods were born at their strongest, but they were no match for us. Now, with only Taiyin alone, what kind of storm can he stir up?"
As soon as these words came out, the gloom in Sui Lian's eyes disappeared, and he looked enthusiastically: "Father, what you said is absolutely right. Our Tianyi Saint Clan will surely prosper for thousands of years!"
A light laugh rang out from the throne. "Go down. You don't need to worry about Taiyin's affairs anymore. Select some suitable people to fill the number of hall masters. Find out those mysterious people from the Myriad Veins Sword Sect and kill them without mercy."
"Sui Lian obeys the order!"
Let’s not talk about how Sui Lian will replenish the manpower of the Pantheon for now.
After Xiang Sheng had been practicing in seclusion at Wuming Peak for two years, the Wanjian Vein finally lifted its ban on the mountain. Only then did everyone in the Jian Sect know that the centrifugal poison of all the Wanjian Vein disciples had been completely eliminated.
And all this is thanks to the person in the temple.
"There are no fewer than a thousand disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Vein who have been poisoned. Grandmaster Tai...Li must have been detoxifying them non-stop for the past two years."
"In that case, it's understandable that Uncle Li couldn't take care of Senior Brother Xiang."
"My younger sister feels the same way..."
“…”
After two years, Xiang Jianjue's image in the eyes of the disciples has become extremely solid. Now that the news of the founding of the sect has come out, everyone's resentment towards the person in Li Temple has quickly disappeared.
For a time, the sect was harmonious and prosperous.
Wang Chuxiao, who was still recovering from his injuries, couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.
Although the facts were completely different from what he had originally imagined, he did hit the mark in one respect.
Just two years after my senior sister took office, she turned the Sword Sect into an iron barrel, and the decline was reversed in an instant.
He is truly a savior!
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