Mocheng City Lord's Mansion.
"City Lord! News has come from the Hongya Sect! Chen Zhen from the Chen family is dead!"
The chief steward walked quickly to the lobby, a little out of breath, picked up the teacup, took a sip of water and said.
"Oh!? Chen Zhen is dead?"
The city lord's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I heard that they offended a powerful figure, and the Hongya Sect was in danger, almost..."
The chief steward looked at the city lord and spoke in a serious voice.
He and the city lord looked at each other, and somehow, they both thought of someone.
"We don't care about this. I only know that Mocheng is going to be reshuffled."
The city lord's eyes flickered as he looked in the direction of the Chen family and said.
"Wang Mang, please invite Patriarch Liu to the City Lord's Mansion for a chat."
"yes."
The chief steward responded and quickly retreated.
Baihua Valley Martial Arts Arena.
The atmosphere between the disciples on both sides became increasingly tense!
The Hundred Flowers Valley and the Blood Cry Palace have had a feud that has lasted for decades.
Decades ago, Baihua Valley mistakenly killed a disciple of the Blood Cry Hall due to some erroneous information. At first, Baihua Valley thought that it was nothing to apologize for this misunderstanding.
But unfortunately, that disciple turned out to be the son of the Blood Crying Hall's master!
The Young Master of the Blood-Crying Hall! The next Master of the Blood-Crying Hall!
This matter became a big deal.
So much so that in the next few decades, people from the Blood Cry Hall would come to pay their respects every year!
Paying homage to one another means that outstanding disciples of two sects learn from each other and stop when the time is right.
But becoming a disciple of the Blood Crying Hall is not that easy!
Because of the resentment he harbored, the Lord of the Blood Crying Hall trained his disciples hard every year!
Every time he visits, he is extremely cruel!
Over the past few decades, although no disciple of Baihua Valley has died during the process of becoming a disciple, there have always been some who have been seriously injured!
Because no one was killed, Baihua Valley swallowed its anger. After all, they had accidentally killed the other side's young palace master first, and they felt guilty.
Even though it was an accidental killing, it was still killing! Not to mention that he was the Young Palace Master!
Some people may wonder why the Blood Cry Hall didn't just go to war with the Hundred Flowers Valley instead of just becoming a disciple?
The Lord of the Blood Crying Hall is not stupid either. The two sects are evenly matched. Going to war will not benefit anyone and will only result in more disciples being sacrificed.
As long as he is the palace master, he must consider his disciples!
Moreover, when both sects are defeated, other sects will only take advantage of them!
He had a tremendous hatred for Baihua Valley, but that was no reason for him to lead the Blood Cry Palace to destruction!
"Haha, Aunt He, I haven't seen you for a year. You look older."
A middle-aged man who was the leader of the Blood Cry Hall camp teased the master of the Hundred Flowers Valley.
Just looking at his eyes, they are full of hatred!
Who in the Blood Cry Hall dares to speak to the Lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley like this? This person's identity is beyond doubt.
The Lord of the Blood Crying Hall! Yang Qi!
"Yang Qi, it's been decades since that happened. Many of my disciples from Baihua Valley have been seriously injured while attending your Blood Cry Hall! Besides, it was all a misunderstanding. Are you still having trouble letting it go?"
He Gu looked at Yang Qi and said slowly.
It would have been fine if He Gu didn't mention it, but once she did, Yang Qi couldn't hold it back anymore!
"That's my son! The next Palace Master! Stop the nonsense!"
Yang Qi glanced fiercely at the Baihua Valley camp and roared.
"Well, in that case, let's start paying respects."
Seeing that he seemed to be losing his mind again like in previous years, He Gu didn't want to say anything more.
As the worship ceremony began, the tense atmosphere on both sides of the martial arts arena reached its peak!
Until a direct disciple from the Blood Cry Hall camp jumped into the field!
"Blood Crying Hall, I am your disciple Liu Yong, please teach me!"
The disciple did not even bow, but looked directly at the camp of direct disciples of Baihua Valley with a provocative look after he finished speaking.
A male elder from Baihua Valley nodded to the camp of his own disciples.
Then a handsome male disciple came in.
"Baihua Valley, I, your disciple Lin Yan, please teach me!"
"Sir, that's the Hundred Flower Valley. Hey, what's going on there? It seems there's more than just people from the Hundred Flower Valley."
The Wind-Chasing Dragon Chariot was still some distance away from the Hundred Flowers Valley.
With Ao Tian's eyes, he saw two people wearing different colored clothes seeming to be confronting each other in an open space in Baihua Valley.
Each occupies one side, clearly separated.
"Sir, shall we go over there?"
Ao Tian turned around and looked at Lu Nanzhuo and asked.
Lu Nanzhuo nodded slightly.
Baihua Valley Martial Arts Arena.
Just as the two disciples' martial arts circles appeared on their feet and were about to attack,
The Lord of Baihua Valley and the Lord of Blood-Crying Palace suddenly sensed something and looked up at the sky!
"Look what that is!"
After the Lord of Baihua Valley and the Lord of Blood-Crying Palace, an elder also looked towards the sky and exclaimed in surprise.
Then all the elders and disciples in the martial arts arena looked up at the sky with shocked eyes.
They saw a beam of light growing bigger and bigger, rushing towards the martial arts arena!
Until a dragon roar sounded
"Sir, we've arrived at Baihua Valley."
The people in the field stared blankly at the luxurious dragon chariot parked in front of them, and then a voice came out from it, clearly audible.
Then they saw two young figures appear beside the dragon chariot, one in front and one behind.
He Gu and Yang Qi looked at the luxurious dragon chariot with some shock in their eyes. This was at least the legendary holy weapon!
Can be used as a means of transportation
Ao Tian waved his sleeves and the dragon chariot disappeared from the scene.
"May I ask, my two lords, why have you come to my Hundred Flower Valley?"
The Master of Baihua Valley took a step forward, bowed to Lu Nanzhuo and Ao Tian and said, she was a little nervous.
Keep a low profile as much as possible.
She is not stupid. She can use the holy weapon as a means of transportation. Her strength and even background can be imagined!
"My son and I are passing through Baihua Valley and would like to stay in your valley for two days. Is that possible?"
Ao Tian said behind Lu Nanzhuo.
Hearing this, He Gu breathed a sigh of relief.
"It is an honor for Baihua Valley that you, sir, stay overnight."
"It just so happens that the Blood Cry Hall is currently undergoing its inaugural ceremony in my valley. I wonder if you two adults would be interested in watching. After the ceremony, I will personally receive you two adults."
He Gu said a little nervously.
It was against etiquette to let the elders in the valley receive the two adults, and He Gu was also afraid that others would be dissatisfied.
But as the valley master, He Gu couldn't withdraw during the ceremony, so she compromised and said this.
Ao Tian looked at Lu Nanzhuo inquiringly, and after seeing Lu Nanzhuo nod, he spoke to the Lord of Baihua Valley.
"Can."
He Gu breathed a sigh of relief again and said to Qinghe beside her.
"Qinghe, prepare two stools for the two adults."
Although everyone in Baihua Valley and Blood Cry Hall was standing, this was the rule of paying homage to the sect.
But the two adults couldn’t be allowed to stand with them.
"I don't need that. Just let my young master take a seat."
Ao Tian said this before Qinghe could respond.
"Yes, sir. Qinghe."
When He Gu heard Ao Tian say this, she called out Qinghe.
Qinghe agreed and patted the storage bag on his waist lightly. Then an exquisite stool appeared in front of him. He picked up the stool and placed it in a position where he could watch Baimen from a close distance.
"Sir, please take a seat."
Qinghe looked at Lu Nanzhuo and Ao Tian, bowed, and said respectfully.
From the previous remarks, she knew that the person in front was the real master, and the person next to him was probably a servant or something.
But to her, they were all masters. After all, even if they were slaves, they were still the slaves of this master.
Lu Nanzhuo nodded slightly.
Under the gaze of everyone present, Portable Ao Tian walked to the stool and slowly sat down.
Ao Tian stood behind him.
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