Chapter 379 My Sister is Dead
Li Weiyi divided dozens of hermits and hermit elders into two groups.
Track down the demon clan and the Rice Cult respectively.
Those who can reveal their true appearance, such as Hidden Five "Shi Jiuzhai", Hidden Nine "Li Jiufu", Hidden Eleven "Li Jiao" and others, are responsible for screening the list of court martial artists obtained from Zhuang Yue.
In other words, they are responsible for the thirty powerful undead spirits hiding within the imperial court using the secret art of soul fusion.
Li Weiyi made specific arrangements: "These imperial Dao Seed Realm masters who broke into the underground immortal palace and were captured by the Dao Cult are either in the inferior Dao Seed Realm or are about to die. The range is not large."
"Yin Shiyi, Ge Xiantong owes you a favor. If necessary, you can borrow his influence."
"Yin Wu, your main task is still on Long Xiangcen. She is a very key figure in dealing with the demon race."
…
"Those thirty hidden dead soul masters are all very terrifying, and their cultivation is definitely not low."
"Everyone, remember, your goal is not to kill them, but to find them as much as possible. Before the war breaks out, you must not alert the enemy."
Yin Jiu asked: "What happens after the war breaks out?"
Li Weiyi said: "I will immediately send the list to some government offices in the imperial court that we have screened, and they will close the net themselves. Maybe there are still some government offices with problems, but it is impossible for every government office to have problems."
"Even if the demon tribe and the Dao Cult do not attack the eight core states and take Lingxiao City first, it is impossible for them to attack Yuntian Xianyuan in an instant. The imperial court will have at least half a day to a day to react."
"What we need to do now is to help them collect intelligence in advance without any noise, so that they can solve the hidden dangers as much as possible within half a day. Instead of letting the war break out and leaking information everywhere, they will be in a hurry and lose sight of the big picture."
"Lingxiao City is a broken ship with many holes. We have to find the holes and plug them by themselves before the storm comes."
Yin Jiu said: "In other words, as long as the intelligence is collected, even if the war has not yet broken out, we can close the net in advance?"
"Yes, the sooner the better."
Li Weiyi actually did not have much confidence in the court's ability to do things.
Even if the intelligence was fed directly to them, it would be difficult for them to act vigorously due to their internal constraints. The possibility of the news leaking out would be even greater, causing a disaster. At that time, we could only try our best to find a way to pass it to several transcendents at the same time.
Xingyue Nu wearing a mask: "The Luantai is responsible for collecting intelligence, espionage, and counter-espionage in the court. If we have the help of Luantai, we will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort."
Li Weiyi asked half of the hidden people who were responsible for tracking down the thirty dead spirits to leave before he looked at Xingyue Nu: "The influence of the Dao Sect in Lingxiao City is huge. It is difficult to deal with the Sui Sect alone. There are high-ranking figures like Yao Qian and Jiang Xin in Luantai. I am afraid that it has been infiltrated like a sieve."
Li Weiyi was sure that Jiang Ning would investigate the imperial martial artists on the list and deal with Sui Zong's personnel in Luantai. Given her personality, she would not sit idly by and wait for death.
There is no need to talk about this.
Li Weiyi said: "Next, let's discuss how to deal with Dao Sect and Sui Sect."
"Yin Er, how is the investigation going on at the Dao Cult stronghold?"
Yin Er took out a booklet and handed it to Li Weiyi: "In the past few days, I have sorted out all the information here according to the two bases given by Shen Yinren and the clues that Yinmen has.
Li Weiyi flipped through the book and said, "Keep digging! Be careful. There is at least one venerable from the Dao Sect in Lingxiao City. His cultivation should be very terrifying."
"As I said before, just investigate secretly and don't alert the enemy. I don't want anyone to die in Lingxiao City."
Outside the meeting hall.
I, the old man, planted the spiritual fire of death for all the hermits and hermit elders who left.
Among the top forces, disciples who carry important secrets or carry out important missions will plant the spiritual fire of death.
The meaning of the spiritual fire of death.
One is a means of keeping secrets. Once it falls into the hands of the enemy, the enemy wants to search the soul, and the death spirit fire will be triggered instantly. Some powerful death spirit fires can even burn the enemy to death.
Hide fire on your body and set traps to kill the enemy.
Second, if you plant the fire of death, and betray your master and leak the secret to the enemy, once the master finds out, he can kill you in a moment.
This is a precautionary measure that must be taken when carrying important secrets and carrying out important tasks.
But even so, there is still a risk of leaks.
Therefore, the highest level of secrets were all released by Chaoran himself. The "spirituality" of the death fire was even more terrifying.
Just like the death spirit fire in Yao Qingxuan's body, everything she said and did could be sensed. Even when she told Li Weiyi secrets, she mostly hinted at them.
Yinjun once said that Yao Qingxuan didn't dare to speak clearly.
But Yin Jun actually didn't know how far Chao Ran could go, and he couldn't understand that level at all. Chao Ran at different levels had different sensing abilities.
Perhaps within a certain range, you can feel it. Perhaps you need to be completely focused to feel it.
The more I cannot understand, the more I am in awe of it.
In the meeting hall, only Li Weiyi, Yin Yi and Yin Wu were left.
Yin Yi took off the mask, revealing a face in his thirties with two mustaches above his lips and a melancholy temperament.
Yin Wu narrowed his eyes, very surprised: "The head of the Yang family, Yang Qianfeng, Yin Yi turned out to be you."
Yin Yi said: "The Cangli tribe and the Yang family have been intermarried for generations, and there are complicated internal grievances and entanglements. What's so strange about that? Both sides are inseparable. If it weren't for Lord Yin, I would have died at the hands of the Yang family along with my grandmother."
"Everyone's hatred is born in their own hearts. Who would care about outsiders? Everyone only sees you, who is so glorious now."
"Shenyinren, I found out something. Li Songjian, the eldest son of the Cangli tribe leader, is very likely a member of the Dao Cult. His wife is Yang Qingxi's aunt."
As early as when Li Weiyi went to the Jiuli tribe's ancestral land to retrieve the seven Phoenix-winged Moth Kings, he discovered that some people in the Cangli tribe were planting benevolent rice in the ancestral land.
At that time, I saw an old man who looked quite similar to Li Songlin and Li Songgu.
Most likely it was their eldest brother Li Songjian.
Yin Yidao said: "But there is still no clue about the traitor hidden among the nine clan leaders. I used to think that it was Guanshan who suppressed and subdued him. Now it seems that it should be the means of the Dao Cult."
Yin Wu had come into contact with that old man before: "That man must be a giant-level figure. It's a pity that such a strong man had his spine broken, was subdued like a dog, and became a tool for the enemy to destroy the Jiuli tribe."
Yin Yi was deeply touched by this: "There is white in black, and black in white. Being in the Yin Sect, we are destined to walk on the edge of black and white, and the people we come into contact with are those who shuttle between black and white. We cannot blend into the absolute white. It is not our turn to deal with the absolute black."
The Dao Sect, Sui Zong, the imperial court... and other forces have all planted nails in the Jiuli tribe.
The existence of Jiuli Hidden Sect is to fight back against them.
The good and bad of all major forces in the world are intertwined.
Li Weiyi seemed to be thinking about something: "Let's put this aside for now. Sooner or later, the truth will come out. Yinwu, hand Sikong Jingyuan over to Yinyi."
With a bang, Sikong Jingyuan, who was in a coma, rolled out of the boundary bag.
Li Weiyi said: "This person is the son of the Rice Cult, he must know a lot of secrets."
Yin Yidao: "The Hidden Man wants me to pry open his mouth?"
"He must have the spirit of death in his body. It will be difficult to get him to speak."
Li Weiyi then continued, "I need you to use the power of the Sui clan to interrogate him and teach him a lesson. It would be best if you can pry open his mouth and get the information. Then, at the right time, let him escape in a dangerous way."
Yin understood in an instant: "Put the blame on Sui Zong? Use Dao Sect to deal with Yang Shenjing, Yao Qian and others. When will you let him escape?"
"Wait for my news."
Li Weiyi had to wait for news from the headquarters.
If the previous plan was successful, one of Yao Qingxuan and An Xianjing would most likely come to Lingxiao City.
The hermits left in batches.
The forty-fifth Grand Elder said goodbye and left: "This matter is too big. After the battle in Lingxiao City, the world will change drastically. I have to go back to Lizhou, report to Lord Yin, and summon all the Grand Elders and ancient Yin people to make preparations in advance to face a more dangerous and chaotic situation."
"If you can't defend Lingxiao City, flee to the direction of Lizhou, and the Hidden Gate will come to pick you up."
The hidden lord he was referring to was naturally the mysterious man who had disappeared in the previous sixty years.
…
Tanyuefang, Tiange.
In the beautifully decorated room, Tang Wanqiu was lying on the table drinking alone, his face flushed, his eyes blurry, and he reeked of alcohol.
Recently, he has been in a daze every day, half drunk and half awake.
The two maids who served the wine had already fallen drunk.
“Boom boom!”
There was a knock on the door.
The voice of an old master of the Snow Sword Tang Court sounded anxiously and joyfully: "Master Qiu..."
"Stop bothering me and get out of here... My sister is dead... My sister is dead, what's the point of me living, sister... If I had known, I wouldn't have gone to Du'e Temple... I didn't even see you for the last time..."
Tang Wanqiu hugged the wine jug and cried like a child, feeling extremely sad.
Tang Wanzhou is not only his sister, but also a strict teacher, a leader who has the final say, and the spiritual banner of the younger generation within Xuejian Tangting.
“Bang!”
The door was opened with a palm.
"Are you going to rebel? Who gave you the courage... Sister... is that you? I am not dreaming..."
Tang Wanqiu suddenly wiped away the tears in her eyes with her sleeve, trying to see clearly the figure who was walking in.
Tang Wanzhou glanced at the scene in the room and his eyes fell on Tang Wanqiu. With a "slap", he slapped Tang Wanqiu hard with his backhand, knocking her to the ground.
"Sister, it's really you. I am very familiar with this slap. Sister, you are not dead!" Tang Wanqiu covered her face with her hands, very excited.
Tang Wanzhou sat on the chair and said, "Tang Wanqiu, look at you now. Are you the chosen one who went to Du'e Temple to practice? Are you defeated by such a small setback? Drag you away, gather your spirits, and bring you back."
"Yes, sir."
The two old men from the Snow Sword Tang Court had great respect for Tang Wanzhou.
All the dejection in their bodies disappeared, and their eyes shone with light. They seemed to have endless energy to work for the young prince.
A quarter of an hour later.
Tang Wanqiu was completely sober, took a shower and changed her clothes, and ran into the room in high spirits. She saw Tang Wanzhou leaning against the window and looking outside. She immediately became cautious again and explained, "Sister, I thought you fell into the underground immortal palace. I felt so miserable that everything I saw was gray, so I had a few drinks."
Tang Wanzhou said: "If I die in the underground immortal palace, the future of Xuejian Tangting will depend on you. I don't need you to mourn for me. I need you to always be full of fighting spirit, shoulder the responsibilities that a man should have, and move forward tenaciously."
Tang Wanqiu smiled and said, "With your sincere teachings, I feel that the road ahead is smooth and I am no longer confused."
"I don't have time to beat you up again. If I see you so decadent again, I will throw you into the depths of the realm of the dead. Whether you can survive depends on your own luck. The future master of the Snow Sword Tang Ting must not have a weak side, not at any time." Tang Wanzhou said.
Tang Wanqiu said: "If I disappoint you again, I will go to the realm of the dead to train myself."
Tang Wanzhou took out a letter and threw it to him: "Leave the city immediately and return to the northern border. Tell the old man that the time has come to go south to water the horses. Let him gather troops and march across the misty grassland at any time to come to Yuntian Fairyland to kill monsters and reap the last fruits. The specific tactics and some of my ideas are all in the letter."
"Sister, won't you come with me?" Tang Wanqiu said.
Tang Wanzhou said: "I have more important things to do."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
