"Is it done?" Qu Xiu sniffed and looked at the young man beside him.
The young man was the youngest elder in the inner courtyard of Qinghe Mountain, named Bai Ru, and he was holding a compass in his hand.
The compass is spinning very abnormally tonight, which means that a demon has come to Qinghe Mountain again. The last time such a tremor was caused by Wen Jinge's hearse.
Today's tremor was even more severe than the last one. "Mountain Lord, the elders told me that you knew the reason, so why did you go to all this trouble?"
"Didn't Master say when he was alive that you all had to listen to me?"
“Yes.” Bai Ru nodded. “But the old mountain lord also said that if you make a mistake in your leadership, we who are still alive can kill you and take your place.”
"It's not possible now." Qu Xiu looked at the snowflakes in the sky. His shoulders were almost completely covered in snow, which quickly melted on his shoulders due to the heat emanating from his body.
The mountain air was very cold and quickly condensed on his shoulders, eventually turning Qu Xiu's clothes into a thick, hard shell.
Have you ever seen snow on Qinghe Mountain before?
"It doesn't snow on Qinghe Mountain for a hundred years."
"The Xuan Yun Sect was established during the great war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago. In an even earlier war between the gods, the Mi Cang Sect gradually developed. Do you know what the Mi Cang Sect likes to do?"
"What?" These things are like sect secrets, and Bai Ru couldn't possibly know them.
"What's falling are maple leaves, or rather, blood-stained leaves."
The year the monk under the moon went mad, he saw maple leaves, and later rumors circulated that he had defected.
After leaving the Secret Sect, the first place he went was not the Northern Demon Realm but my Qinghe Mountain. He came with Bu Suanzi. That year, I was hiding in my master's cabinet and was fortunate enough to hear the whole thing.
They said there was a mistake, that the one in heaven had chosen the currently half-mad, half-dead Buddha of Sorrow and Joy. Therefore, the monk under the moon died on his very first day in the Northern Demon Realm.
"You mean this snow fell for you?" Bai Ru asked thoughtfully. The Secret Sect was close to the Northern Demon Domain, where the weather was extremely cold. Most of the trees on the trees withered before they could even sprout new buds, so the idea of maple leaves falling from the sky was simply not true.
The same goes for the snow on Qinghe Mountain. The weather on Qinghe Mountain is extremely hot, and the nights are the coolest, but not cool enough for a blizzard to occur.
"It wasn't for me." Qu Xiu lay on the snow, his teeth chattering from the cold, but he didn't use his Xuan power to resist. "It was for Wen Jingge."
"She's from the Xuan Yun Sect, shouldn't she be there right now?"
“She doesn’t belong anywhere.” Qu Xiu thought of what his master had said back then, “She is a variable. The changes in Xuan Yun Sect were supposed to happen to Ai Fengling a hundred years ago.”
"Is he the youngest disciple of the divination master?" The compass needle stopped at a certain location, where there was only one courtyard with people, the courtyard where Wen Jingge lived.
“Exactly.” Qu Xiu laughed self-deprecatingly. “Do you think everyone is as useless as your mountain lord? The Xuan Yun Sect used to be full of talented people, but now only Shan Hongxing is a normal person left.”
"What's the meaning?"
"A great calamity for the three major sects!" Qu Xiu clicked his tongue. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You'll understand when you can replace me."
"Is the Mountain Lord joking?"
"You can verify whether I'm joking or not. I really wouldn't stoop to being the mountain lord, but my master and the others can't have died in vain!"
Bai Ru remained silent for a while. According to the plan, he was going to lead people to Wen Jingge's courtyard to capture the demonic cultivator, but, "Mountain Lord, this snow is falling for no reason. If you don't use your Xuan Qi to protect yourself, you might get sick."
"It's nothing. There are some things I can only do when I'm sick. I need to hide myself away." Qu Xiu gathered the snow on the ground around himself, thinking of what Wen Jingge had said. "Besides, it's boring there. There's no point in me going."
"Shall I go over there?"
"Just making our presence known is enough. Our Master Wen is capable enough to handle things, and that demon god is still under her control." Qu Xiu said as he buried himself in the snow.
Bai Ru sighed, took out a shovel from her storage bag, and began to dig snow, shoveling it over him one shovelful at a time. After she finished, she evenly distributed the snow around him to make the area look normal.
"Thanks." A muffled sound came from the snow. Qu Xiu's voice was faint, as if he were dead.
"I just hope you don't actually freeze to death."
"Don't worry, the snow melted when Wen Jingge left, and I should be able to get out soon."
Bai Ru paused, almost slipping on the snow. "Alright! Take your time playing. Elder Qu and I will prepare for your funeral."
Qu Xiu was either asleep or frozen unconscious. Bai Ru didn't hear the echo behind him, so he quickened his pace. If he came back any later, this silly boy might really freeze him to death.
The disciples trained by Master Yiyang are all like this. They used to be a bunch of quiet troublemakers, and Qu Xiu was a troublemaker who often disappeared. None of these people are normal.
"How much do you know about the three major sects?" The leader of the Tu Luo Sect felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that the things he talked about during the day had been spread around?
Why are all these people so big-mouthed?
The leader of the Tu Luo Sect cursed himself inwardly. If he hadn't been so talkative, he probably wouldn't have been invited here at this time.
"May I ask why Master Wen asks this?" This person is named Kong Bai, the master of Senli Palace, and the one who has refuted the leader of Tu Luo Sect several times.
Wen Jingge didn't play games with them and threw out a photo-taking stone.
She collected quite a few of these stones after she woke up, and also distributed quite a few to her disciples. As a result, Wen Jingge now likes to leave her image stones everywhere, whether she has something to do or not.
The noise affected everyone. The few people who had participated in the discussion during the day all fell silent, like elementary school students caught skipping class, staring blankly at their toes.
"I want to know which of the people in your room knows my master, the Diviner. Some things must have been arranged beforehand. How could an outsider know so many secrets of the sect?"
The leader of the Tu Luo Sect broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at the young hall master of the Sen Li Palace. Kong Bai looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, which made him stand out among their group.
People in the Xuanmen sect never care about age; they value individual strength more. The fact that this young man can represent a sect and sit here speaking to everyone already speaks volumes about his abilities.
"And you, you must have been instructed by your elders to deliberately go against the leader of the Tu Luo Sect, right? Just so someone would spread today's events, but you never thought that instead of watching the disciples' trials, you would be sitting in the pavilion where you gossiping, watching the sun."
Everyone remained silent.
"Lu Wei, how about I take you to find Xiao Ge?"
"Xiao Ge..."
Wen Jingge had already figured it out; Xiao Ge, regardless of which Ge it was, was connected to her in some way.
“Xiao Ge…” A line of blood appeared in Lu Wei’s blank eyes. At this moment, the aura of the demon god burst forth, and everyone in the room except Wen Jinge was so frightened that they dared not breathe.
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