Chapter 60 Demon Cult White Moonlight 15 Even the body was not found
What happened on Piaomiao Peak that night quickly spread throughout the entire martial arts world.
The famous Ziwei Pavilion in Jianghu is suspected to be the mastermind behind the extermination of Feihong Sect, and Piaomiao Peak may even be actively harboring the murderer. Every single thing is simply horrifying.
For a time, all kinds of news were spreading like wildfire. Someone who claimed to know the inside story said that Ziwei Pavilion massacred Feihong Sect because of a love affair many years ago. When others asked him again, he kept silent.
The scene at Piaomiao Peak that night was described vividly. The eldest daughter of Feihong Sect identified the murderer, and the next day the young master of Linfeng Villa also took out a portrait of the murderer and confirmed that this person was a disciple of Ziwei Pavilion five years ago.
After five years, the truth of this bloody murder was finally revealed, and Ziwei Pavilion no longer had any chance to argue.
However, people have different opinions about Piaomiao Peak, which is also involved.
Some people believe that the leaders of the two factions are protecting each other and are both scum of the martial arts world.
Some people also said that Piaomiao Peak might not know what the disciple had done in the past. Ziwei Pavilion has always prided itself on being the leader of famous and upright sects, and it has bullied other small sects in the past.
Some people also think that Piaomiao Peak is not a small, nameless sect, so why do they do it without asking the reason when Ziwei Pavilion says so?
Perhaps the Ziwei Pavilion had some leverage over him, so he had to obey. However, he was still unwilling to accept it, so he deliberately brought the disciple out on the night of the birthday banquet and used someone else to uncover the truth.
There were all kinds of comments and discussions, and even the storytelling shops on the streets were telling this story every day, and the audience applauded continuously, and the seats were always full.
Just when all the speculations reached their peak, Piaomiao Peak issued a sect manifesto.
First, it was clarified that this article was not intended to incriminate anyone, but was only to prove the innocence of the sect.
Five years ago, because he heard that the headmaster was on good terms with the headmaster of Ziwei Pavilion, he accepted that disciple. He had no idea that that disciple had actually killed so many people.
After the birthday banquet, it was heard that the headmaster was filled with remorse and anger and had fallen ill. Even during his illness, he was still worried about this matter, which caused his condition to linger and recur.
Since the founding of the sect by our ancestors, Piaomiao Peak has been adhering to their will and has never and will never participate in factional disputes. I heard that the Sect Master is willing to go to Quanqing Mountain in person to clarify this matter, and at the same time ask the Cangwu Sect and Xiaotian Fist Sect to be witnesses.
The storyteller was just beginning to speak when someone asked, "Why are there only these two factions? Where is Linfeng Villa?"
The storyteller clapped his wake-up stick and said, "This young man has hit the nail on the head! Why isn't Linfeng Villa mentioned? Why does it have to go back to the day of Sect Leader Wen's birthday banquet?"
"Young Master Ning repeatedly interceded for the female disciple of Ziwei Pavilion, which infuriated Sect Leader Ning. On the third day, the people from Linfeng Villa returned home. I'm afraid Young Master Ning will inevitably receive a reprimand."
The man who had just asked the question suddenly understood: "He's not able to judge the situation clearly, and he's also tempted by women. With such a shameful incident happening at Linfeng Villa, they naturally can't face the other factions anymore, so they're just staying indoors."
The storyteller stroked his mustache and continued proudly, "There's another thing. Although Linfeng Villa is related to the Feihong Sect, it can also be considered a victim."
"However, given Young Master Ning's misconduct, how could Piaomiao Peak dare to allow Linfeng Villa to go with him? Perhaps they are worried that what happened that night will happen again."
The people in the audience nodded repeatedly.
"I'm afraid the world is about to change."
As the wake-up stick fell heavily, thousands of miles away, people from the three major sects had arrived at the foot of Quanqing Mountain.
This trip was only for discussion, so each faction did not bring many disciples.
The road up the mountain was smooth. The disciple from Ziwei Pavilion who led the way said that Sect Leader He only learned about the current discussions in the martial arts world after he came out of retreat the day before, and was waiting for everyone in the meeting hall.
Wen Su nodded, and the three masters quickly walked into the meeting hall, while the remaining dozens of disciples drank tea and waited outside.
A shocking change happened in an instant. The three masters were surrounded by several disciples who were hiding their auras. They wanted to use their luck to break through, but they found that they had lost all their internal energy and could not mobilize it at all.
"What's going on? I can't use any strength!"
"Me too!"
Wen Su's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "He Wenqing, you villain!"
He never imagined that Ziwei Pavilion, which was at the center of the storm and had been silent, would dare to openly hold them hostage. He underestimated He Wenqing's shamelessness!
He Wenqing, dressed in a plain robe, emerged from the crowd. He still had the air of an immortal, but his eyes were particularly sharp. He smiled and ordered his disciples to take the three of them away and keep them under good care.
"He Wenqing! How dare you act like this? Aren't you afraid of making an enemy of the entire martial arts world?!"
"Wen Su, you're getting dumber as you get older," He Wenqing said contemptuously. "Soon the entire martial arts world will be under my control. Do you still need to worry about whether you're my enemy or not?"
"Take him away." He narrowed his eyes and ordered in a calm voice.
Originally, he had not planned to act so quickly, but the people from Piaomiao Peak could no longer hold back and thought they could threaten him by using the Feihong Sect incident.
He Wenqing lowered his eyes. If that was the case, don't blame him for taking the initiative.
The movements in the hall could not be hidden from the disciples of various sects outside. They were all valued by the leader and the best in their respective sects. They soon became suspicious and asked to go in to check, but were stopped outside by the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion outside the hall.
When the two sides were in a stalemate, hundreds of Ziwei Pavilion disciples rushed over with swords and surrounded the entire meeting hall in three layers.
The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion who were guarding outside the meeting hall were stunned and very surprised. The leader only asked them to temporarily delay the people outside and not let them in, and did not mention that there would be a subsequent battle.
Were these fellow disciples who came here now also arranged by the leader?
The atmosphere instantly became tense. Before it became clear where the commotion started, the taut string finally broke, and the disciples from both sides soon started fighting each other.
No one knew how this happened, but when the opponent's sword stabbed at them, the most primitive instinct drove them to draw their swords to meet the enemy.
The disciples of the three sects had to defend themselves and rescue their leaders, while the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion had suffered inexplicable cold stares and indignation during this period, and had already suppressed countless anger in their hearts.
The three major factions came today with ill intentions, and they were already prepared to meet the enemy, but there was no movement from the front, and they almost thought they were seeing things.
If Senior Sister Mu had not told them that the Sect Leader was besieged in the meeting hall by people from the three major sects, they would not have been able to arrive here in time to provide assistance.
Brothers who once fought side by side are now facing each other. In this sudden chaos, it is either you die or I die, and no one can escape.
Quanqing Mountain was instantly covered in blood, with countless casualties.
Familiar faces fell one after another, and for some people, even their bodies were not found.
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Western Regions.
Deep in the desert.
The people all said that this place was deserted and the roads were difficult to travel on. If you got lost, you would never be able to get out again, so there were few people around.
But who would have known that behind the yellow sand there was an oasis, with several majestic palaces standing beside the clear springs, which was quite spectacular.
Looking closer, you will see many watchtowers and fully armed soldiers outside the palace, silently guarding the palace behind them. Anyone who accidentally enters will only die.
As dusk fell, a handsome man with white hair and a black robe hurried past in the tallest palace, holding a candle. The hem of his ankle-length robe slid across the icy jade floor like a snake. He looked anxious, yet with a hint of anticipation.
After a moment, the man stopped in front of a carved gate. This was the center of the palace, with a plaque reading "Drunk Dream Moon" hanging on the door.
He held his breath and pushed the door open.
There were no lights on in the hall, only countless luminous pearls and gems of various colors were used to illuminate it. Incense burners at the four corners burned with incense worth a fortune, and the floor was paved with a whole piece of black jade, which was so shiny that you could see your reflection in it, and it was extremely luxurious.
There was no one sitting on the throne carved from cold marrow jade. The man stepped in quietly and walked straight to the side room. It was obvious that he was very familiar with the place.
Many weapons and books were displayed in the side room, and on the table stood a glass cup, half filled with blood-colored grape wine.
The man lifted the veil hanging in front of his eyes, and his figure was slowly reflected in the cup.
The woman in white kneeling in front of the table looked focused and didn't seem to notice him.
The man was used to this and stood quietly by, his gloomy eyes following the woman's every move.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman finally stopped writing, looked at the contents of the paper with satisfaction, and lowered her eyes nonchalantly: "Who allowed you in?"
Ali was still wearing the disciple uniform of Ziwei Pavilion, with her waist-length hair tied up with only a jade hairpin. She looked pure and sacred, like a banished immortal, totally out of place with the gloomy and cold atmosphere here.
Canglan gazed at her greedily: "I heard them say that you are back."
Ali picked up the pen again and added a few strokes on the paper. His hand holding the pen hovered in the air for a moment, as if he was still thinking about something.
Canglan blew out the candle in his hand and put it down, then slowly walked towards Ali: "Did the trip go smoothly?"
Ah Li finally took her eyes off the paper, but still didn't look him in the eye: "Stop."
"Have the secret agents of the various factions replied today?"
Canglan knew she was about to get down to business, so he retracted his dissatisfied gaze: "Everyone has replied, everything is just as the leader planned."
"Well, let them continue to ambush. Ten days later, the flag of our religion will be seen in the Central Plains." Ali leaned back on the ferret cushion with a lazy posture.
Canglan's eyebrows twitched: "The leader postponed the attack for two days?"
Ali raised his eyebrows: "Deputy Envoy Cang has other opinions?"
"I dare not." Canglan bowed and pleaded guilty.
"Since you don't have any, then step back and prepare." There was a hint of annoyance in Ali's eyes, but Canglan seemed to be deliberately turning a blind eye and actually approached her again.
He half-knelt in front of Ali and gently lifted her hand: "The leader is injured. I will apply medicine to you."
Ali's eyes grew increasingly pale. He raised his hand to grab his neck and slammed him against the wall. "Deputy Envoy Cang, there's something I've said many times before. Since you were my master for a few years, I'll say it again."
Her face was cold: "Remember your identity."
When Mu Li was very young, her parents died in the war. Before they died, they handed the Divine Religion to her and ordered her to revive it.
The religion at that time was like an old man on his deathbed, who could hardly protect himself, let alone a child like her.
She spent her entire childhood and adolescence in hiding. At that time, she was only accompanied by Canglan and a few old servants. Now those people are dead, and only he is left.
Mu Li was grateful to him. After regaining control of the Divine Religion, he promised him the high position of Deputy Envoy of the Divine Religion, second only to the emperor.
But he didn't know how to be satisfied, and relied on their past relationship to test her bottom line again and again.
Canglan's face grew paler, but a smile lingered on the corner of his lips: "If I could die at the hands of the leader, Canglan would have no regrets in this life."
Ali stared at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at an ugly monster.
Such a look made Canglan feel even more ashamed. He slowly closed his eyes, but Ali let him go.
"Deputy Envoy Cang has done me a favor. I will not kill you lightly. However, if you still insist on doing things your own way and affect the great cause of the revival of the Divine Religion, I will punish you with a swift and swift punishment."
Ali turned his back to him and tilted his head coldly: "Do you understand?"
Canglan knelt on the ground in embarrassment: "I understand."
"Also, take the blueprint on the table and ask a craftsman to make an identical one."
Canglan picked up the paper, which looked like a token. Without asking any questions, he folded it and put it in his arms: "Yes, I obey your command."
"Tell the craftsmen to work hard on it. This thing will be of great use later."
After giving the instructions, Ali slowly took off his clothes layer by layer and walked into the bathing pool in the back hall.
The fluorescence of the jewels and jade cast her graceful figure on the screen. Ali took off the hairpin on her head, and her long black hair fell smoothly.
Amidst the steam, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, with ripples in her eyes.
See you soon.
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