◎The evil ghost face of the demon cult leader◎
"We've all been selected!" Lin Qingyan said to Pei Ji excitedly, "Pei Ji, do you want to add more weight?"
Before Pei Ji could answer, she lowered her voice and added, "I have heard a lot of news outside these days. It seems that what Emei sent is a Qi-nourishing internal skill, which has some overlap with the effect of your elixir. I wonder if Uncle Jin will choose one over the other."
"Let's see what the Emei Sect is doing." Pei Ji said calmly.
At such a tense moment, he was not anxious at all, which really made people look sideways.
For example, at the Emei Sect table not far from them, Yu Hongyi glanced at the leisurely young man in white, and her expression became slightly solemn.
She turned her head and whispered to the uncle sitting next to her: "Uncle, I have already found out that what Doctor Pei brought out is a magical medicine that can cure chronic diseases. It is similar to the internal energy method we sent, but internal energy requires practice, while taking medicine can cure diseases. We may have to add weight."
The uncle-in-law was also a woman, nearly middle-aged, wearing a blue and white Emei uniform. She said with a serious expression: "Let's do as you say. The young master of Medicine King Valley is a skilled doctor, quite like the former Medicine King. Our internal strength is indeed inferior."
Naturally, similar things happened in other places.
As for those who were not selected, although they felt regretful, they quickly let it go and shifted their attention to the "Mr. Ming".
"Who is Mr. Ming? Does anyone recognize him?"
"I know, I know. It is said that he is a rich young man from the capital. On the day he arrived, he moved in more than ten large boxes. The servants of the villa who were moving the boxes said that each box was extremely heavy and required two or three martial artists to move it. They were exhausted that day."
"Could it be that the items that Mr. Ming used for exchange were all gold, silver and treasures?" Someone suddenly had an idea and came to the conclusion.
Hearing this, everyone gasped.
One person smacked his lips and said, "Wow, how much does that cost?"
Another person said: "The divine power is priceless. Maybe if he really moved here, he could buy a city's worth of treasures."
These were just minor episodes. Soon, five of the nine selected forces chose to increase their stakes.
Jin You's smile deepened. He looked at the five pieces of paper and weighed them for a moment. Then he looked up and said to the people who were waiting eagerly, "Okay, Jin has made a decision in his heart. But before the results are announced, Jin has one more request. You can choose whether to agree or not. If you give up, I will change the option."
The rules were changed several times, but since it had come to this point, no one wanted to fail, so they had to endure it.
The uncle master of Emei Sect frowned and whispered to Yu Hongyi: "Jin You is so cunning, I don't know what tricks he will play next."
Huashan Sect's Bishuijian simply said, "Brother Jin, please speak."
Jin You did not keep the secret and said directly: "The party that obtains the secret book will protect the safety of Golden Snake Villa for ten years. If Golden Snake Villa is in trouble, you must come to support it. I wonder if you can agree to this condition?"
This request is not excessive. Compared with the magical powers, it is nothing.
Upon hearing this, people from several major factions agreed.
Jin You smiled and said, "I will feel relieved if you all agree to my request. The five I have chosen are Huashan Sect, Emei Sect, Yaowang Valley, Jiangyue Island, and Master Ming. Congratulations."
After Jin You finished speaking, everyone in the hall felt surprised, delighted, and understood.
Mingyi was surprised. He originally thought he was just here to run as a runner-up, but he didn't expect that he could actually get a spot.
The surprise came from Jiangyue Island, which is far away from the Central Plains and has always been isolated. This time, it just wanted to join in the fun with the big sects and broaden its horizons, but it didn't expect to be chosen like a pie in the sky.
The ones who understood it clearly were the Huashan Sect and Pei Ji.
There was a bustle in the hall. Some people were congratulating the sects that had obtained the secret manuals, some were gossiping, and some were talking about what treasures each sect had obtained.
Jin You gathered his inner strength into his mouth and spoke to the entire hall: "Everyone, please be quiet. I will open the box next. You can decide who will copy the secret book first."
"With so many people witnessing this, I will definitely not cheat and tarnish the reputation of Golden Snake Villa. The five people who are selected next can leave Golden Snake Villa on their own after they finish copying the secret manual. As for those who are not selected, they can leave now."
The room gradually became quiet. No one wanted to leave now. Everyone's attention was focused on the five major forces that obtained the secret book.
Yu Hongyi from the Emei Sect took the initiative to say, "Why not let the Huashan Sect go first? The Huashan Sect is the largest sect in the martial arts world, so they should be first."
Bishuijian declined, saying, "Huashan Sect is not far from Jinshe Villa. We are not in a hurry. You can go and copy it first."
As for the other two lucky ones, Pei Ji and Ming Yi, they were not in a hurry and just watched the show from the side.
At this time, the island owner of Jiangyue Island stood up and said with a smile: "Jiangyue Island is a long way away. In order to avoid any trouble on the way, I shamelessly came here first."
No one else minded. The island master of Jiangyue Island walked forward and sat down at the small table in the middle.
Jin You said: "Island Master, please wait a moment."
As he spoke, he took out a copper key from his waist and unlocked the mahogany box.
Countless pairs of eyes were watching this scene. Jin You reached into the box and took out a book with an ancient yellow cover in both hands. He placed it on a brocade tray beside him with great care.
"This is it. Island Master, please read it carefully and copy it down carefully."
Jin You placed the tray in front of the island master Jiang Yue, sat back in his original seat with a smile, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip slowly.
The master of Jiangyue Island nervously wiped his hands on his clothes before he dared to touch the book.
At this moment, no one noticed that the smile on the face of a handsome young man in white clothes gradually became stiff.
Except An Jiu.
An Jiu glanced at him and tried hard to suppress the upward curve of the corners of his mouth.
Did she think he could remain calm?
An Jiu knew that there was an information gap between her and Pei Ji, and he didn't know that Jin Yanwan had returned the original secret book, so she was able to catch him off guard now.
I have to say, it's quite satisfying to see the big villain get humiliated.
When reading the book, I found it exciting to criticize the villains madly, but when I really came to this world and interacted with the people in this world, An Jiu found that he couldn't help but care about these things.
She couldn't just stand by and watch him hurt others, couldn't just watch the supporting characters meet a tragic fate, and she couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Although she always says that she is selfish, when someone really dies in front of her and she only needs to lend a hand to change everything, who can truly remain indifferent?
After all, she was born in a peaceful and civilized society; she does not belong to this world.
Pei Ji clearly didn't need the secret book, but he still chose to steal it instead of leaving it to someone who needed it more.
He clearly knew how the future would develop, but he still allowed it to happen and even secretly fueled the flames.
This shows the indifference and coldness in this person's heart.
Every time An Jiu thought about it, she felt frightened, so she never dared to think deeply about it.
While I was lost in thought, the island master of Jiangyue Island had already carefully opened the first page of the book.
"Such a grand event, how can I not come and see it?"
Just at this moment, a sudden male voice came from outside the door, like a thunder in a clear sky, ringing in everyone's ears.
The voice contained a strong inner force. An Jiu felt as if his eardrum was hit hard by something, making a buzzing sound.
She swayed a little, and raised her hand to hold on to the table to steady herself.
The next moment, a pair of warm hands reached out and gently covered her ears, blocking out all the sounds.
All the people sitting in the hall were well-known figures in the underworld, and their reactions were quick.
In this short period of time, many people quickly took precautions and looked at the entrance of the hall.
A man was striding towards the door, wearing a dark red robe. The style of the clothes was not like that of people from the Central Plains, but had a bit of Western style.
The man laughed loudly and said, "Everyone, why do you draw your swords when I come? Don't you want to welcome me?"
When the man came closer, everyone saw that he was wearing an ink-colored mask on his face. The mask was carved into the shape of a fanged evil ghost, and it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.
"Evil Ghost Face! He is the leader of the evil cult!" someone shouted in shock.
Everyone was horrified when they heard the noise. As everyone knew, the Demon Cult had always been the enemy of the Central Plains martial arts world, and the two sides had been in opposition for many years.
The Central Plains martial arts community has fought against the Demon Cult many times, but because the Demon Cult is far away in the Western Regions, every few decades, after a period of recuperation, the Demon Cult will revive again, just like a wildfire that cannot be extinguished, and will spring up again with the spring breeze.
The Demon Cult usually operates in the Western Regions and seldom comes to the Central Plains, but every time it appears, it brings misery to the people and makes people hate it.
Every person in the world takes it as his responsibility to eliminate evil and defend justice.
Anyone who belongs to the evil cult has the right to kill them!
Someone immediately said, "How dare this devil come here today? We are all here, with so many martial arts heroes. Isn't he walking into a trap?"
When other people heard this, they responded one after another.
"That's right. All the major sects in our martial arts world are here now. Do you think we are still afraid of a demon sect like him?"
"This evil ghost face doesn't look very old. I remember that the previous evil ghost face was nearly middle-aged. This person should be the new leader. He wants to use us as a scapegoat to establish his authority in their sect. We must not let him succeed!"
The Demon Cult has a well-known rule that every new leader must do something big to let everyone know his strength and use it to suppress the followers below, just like a modern person's debut performance.
But they came to office not to perform, but to kill people.
After the previous Evil Ghost Mage took office, the first thing he did was to massacre a small sect in the martial arts world and became famous in one battle.
Today, it seems that the new evil ghost has chosen Golden Snake Villa as its target.
The conversation was brief, and just as they finished speaking, wild and unbridled laughter came from behind the evil ghost's mask.
"Okay, okay, you are all very good. You are all so courageous. I admire you. Come on, come and kill me. I want to see who can kill me."
Behind the ghost mask, the corners of the man's lips curled up high, and his narrow eyes were full of excitement.
He moved his hand, and a silver scimitar slid out silently from his sleeve. It was held in a pale and bloodless hand, as if it was holding a crescent moon.
The man raised the corner of his mouth, stepped lightly, and disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if he had turned into a ghost. The next moment, he appeared in front of the man who had just said that he had fallen into a trap.
The crescent moon traced a full circle, and a silver light flashed.
Scarlet blood spurted out, the crescent moon withdrew, and drops of blood slid down the blade, returning to its new, smooth silver-white color.
Like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf, not stained with a speck of dust.
It was not until he stepped back that others saw blood gushing from the knight's throat and he died in an instant!
The evil ghost licked the corner of his lips, his eyes turned red, and he said uninterestedly: "This won't do, try harder, don't make me too bored."
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