"Okay, so it's the Hongmen Banquet. I was wondering why they suddenly invited us to the Xuanmen Sect and even held a swearing-in ceremony with lectures. It turns out they just want to use us as pawns!"
"Bah, what a bullshit leader of the Xuanmen sect, all he knows how to do is use these empty words, what a mean person's behavior is not worthy of being on the stage."
…
Listening to the increasingly fierce attacks around him, Luosha held the wine glass with a grim face, and could barely maintain his decent disguise.
He didn't expect that his plan would be exposed first.
Originally, after everyone had a good meal and a few drinks, all it took was a little embellishment to come up with an excuse and these idiots would obey and act together, putting pressure on the museum with their numbers.
But now it is no longer possible...
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and said in a clear voice, "Listen to me, everyone. This is indeed true, but there is a reason why Xuanmen wants the golden bowl."
Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to him, waiting for his further explanation.
Luosha simply put down his wine glass, walked to the open space at the front, and said with a bow, "To be honest, the news of the golden bowl was only heard recently by the Xuanmen. This golden bowl was transformed from the Eighteen Arhats who were buried with the dead a thousand years ago to ward off the floods of the Yellow River. Its divine power is of vital importance to the Xuanmen lineage. So, after learning that the golden bowl was accidentally discovered and donated to the museum, I wanted to seek your help in this great matter."
"No matter how powerful the golden bowl is, it may be useful to your imperial capital's Xuanmen, but it is useless to us. Why should we compete with the official people?" There was an immediate voice of protest in the crowd.
Luosha had anticipated this, so he smiled and nodded, saying, "Please be patient, everyone. I've asked you to come here because this golden bowl will be of benefit to you. Legend has it that this golden bowl...can help one awaken their mind, hear the heavens, discern all things, and determine life and death."
The last sentence was deliberately prolonged, but it was like a magical spell that made everyone present fascinated.
Some people couldn't help but salivate, "Is he really that powerful? He can hear the voices of the gods and decide life and death. Isn't he just like that old patriarch of Xuanzong?"
"That's right." Luosha nodded and replied, "Perhaps Xuanzong's master is also so powerful because of the secret treasure. If you can obtain the golden bowl, I'm afraid you will be even more powerful than him."
He spoke with such conviction that it seemed as if he was really serious, which made everyone in the room completely unable to sit still.
Only Xie Chenan was completely clueless, not understanding anything. "Is the Xuanzong clan leader very powerful?"
Upon hearing this, the people at the table looked at him in surprise. "Little brother, you're so well-informed, yet you don't even know the story of Xuan Zong. He was a rare Xuan Sect genius, rare only once in a thousand years. At the age of three, he developed supernatural powers, able to predict natural disasters and exorcise demons. At the age of ten, he ascended to the position of clan leader. For over twenty years thereafter, he ensured Xuan Zong's unwavering leadership in the ancient martial arts world. He was a legendary figure, a figure even heads of state from various countries would line up to meet him. It's a pity that he tragically exploded and died while quelling the unrest in the ancient martial arts world a few months ago. The world has lost a peerless talent."
After listening to the popular science, Xie Chenan suddenly realized the high status of Xuanzong. He turned his head and whispered to the girl beside him, "My third uncle secretly told me that my eldest brother entered Xuanzong before. I didn't know why he had such a smile on his face. Now I understand."
Besides, he used to hate studying and had a high opinion of himself, so he didn't listen carefully to what his third uncle Xie Fu said about the knowledge of the ancient martial arts world.
Now I know that the world is really full of geniuses.
The young people all admired the strong, and the more they listened, the more curious they became about the Xuanzong clan leader, so they quickly joined the discussion.
"Why did you just call him the old patriarch? Isn't he only in his early thirties?"
"Well, actually, it's said that no one has ever seen that person's face. Also, because he mastered the Five Ghosts Moving Technique at the age of ten and saved an entire village, his technique was so bizarre and strange, so some people made a bold guess - that he was actually reincarnated and brought with him the memories of his previous life, so he was born as an adult. His mastery of the technique accelerated his aging, which is why he has been secluded and dared not show up."
"That sounds like it makes sense..."
"This is already a recognized secret. Now that he has passed away, respectfully addressing him as the old patriarch is a sign of our respect and admiration."
Xie Chenan ate a mouthful of melon and sighed as he stepped out, "As expected of a highly respected senior, his popularity is extraordinary."
Ye Lan, who was standing next to him: "..."
She looked at the group of people who had just called her "old patriarch," the oldest of whom was nearly eighty years old, and fell silent.
Soon, after a round of discussion, everyone decided to act with Luosha because money was attractive to them.
"Director Luo, let's make a deal. After we get the golden bowl, we will all use it together. You, the Imperial Capital Xuanmen, cannot keep it all to yourself." Someone gave a heads-up in advance.
"Of course." Luosha agreed happily and then discussed tomorrow's plan with everyone.
Xie Chenan secretly asked Ye Lan, "Is he really so kind as to share the golden bowl with us?"
Hearing this, Ye Lan's eyebrows moved, and he slowly picked up another piece of food and said, "The dead don't need anything."
If enough people died and their deaths were tragic enough, no one would dare to compete with the Xuanmen in the imperial capital.
Xie Chenan was stunned for a moment after hearing the answer, and then a white sweat broke out on his back. Even his voice was a little unstable. "Then how are we going to act with Xuanmen?"
He also saw the girl's intention of coming here, but there were so many people at the oath-taking ceremony, and Luosha had to choose people he knew closely. The two of them had unknown origins, so how could they sneak into the team?
In response to this, Ye Lan said calmly and without any worry: "He will find us himself."
As expected, after discussing tomorrow's action, the servants began to lead everyone to their respective rooms to rest. Luosha, who was about to leave, suddenly walked up to Xie Chenan.
"Little brother, please stay." He extended his hand to block the boy's way. Seeing that the boy was alert and frightened, he waved his hand and explained, "Don't misunderstand me. I mean no harm. I just wanted to ask how you knew I was going to the museum tomorrow."
This matter was only discussed secretly, and only a handful of people were able to receive the news, and they were not simple forces.
Xie Chenan took two steps back and hesitated a little in fear, "I heard it from my elders when they were chatting."
elder?
"Excuse me, where do you live? What are the names of your elders?" Luosha's eyes lit up and he asked repeatedly. Seeing that the young man wanted to escape, he reached out and grabbed his arm.
Just at this moment, something strange happened.
Suddenly, a flame burst out from the young man's arm and burned directly towards Luosha.
Luosha was startled and quickly let go of his hand. Seeing that the flame in his palm was still not extinguished, his face suddenly changed drastically, "Samadhi True Fire!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately took off the Buddhist beads hanging in front of him, cast a spell to cover his palm, and only then did he barely extinguish the real fire.
Seeing that one of the eighteen Buddhist beads left by his master was destroyed in the blink of an eye, Luosha felt both distressed and happy.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Xie Chenan slapped out the flames on his arm and said with a guilty look on his face, "My cultivation is not yet up to par. I can't control my fire magic when I get anxious. I really didn't mean to do that just now."
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