488 It's almost midnight
Nodding slightly, Vice Leader Shuang said softly, "It's almost midnight. Let them vent their resentment. Now that they've gained power, they can take their revenge."
You said we shouldn't be a demonic sect, but rather the righteous path.
Elder Shan nodded in agreement, looking as if he had learned something.
In the Xuanji Sect, Mo Taizhen and Dongming both looked grim. The Xuanji Sect naturally had other elders, but not all of them were enthusiastic about worldly affairs. Many had lived for too long, more than four or five hundred years, and were not interested in family ties.
People he knew well, his own sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters, all passed away before him. He didn't have much attachment to other blood relatives.
Moreover, many of them are at the Martial King level, and Martial Emperors are few and far between. Martial Emperors, Martial Emperors, touching even a trace of the rules is not so easy, let alone anything above that.
The patriarch has been in seclusion for a long time, not concerning himself with external affairs. Unless it is a matter of life and death for the Xuanji Sect, the patriarch is unwilling to disturb it in advance, as the price he cannot easily bear.
Mo Taizhen laughed in extreme anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, as if smoke was billowing from his seven orifices. He slowly took out a three-foot-long snake-shaped sword, as black as the night.
His eyes blazed with fury as he growled, "The Crimson Flame Demonic Sect and the Demon King's Palace truly dare to underestimate the strength of my Xuanji Sect! But it seems the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect is the most likely culprit. Lu Shuang, it seems you're truly courting death."
Dongming's face was etched with wrinkles like a blooming autumn chrysanthemum. His brows furrowed in anger, he nodded slightly and said, "Sect Leader, I will accompany you this time. We will forcefully slay the demons to demonstrate the majesty of our Xuanji Sect."
Mo Taizhen shook his head and said calmly, "Hmph, if the Crimson Flame Demon Sect is like this, other demons probably won't be lax either. Elder Dongming still needs to stay in the sect to oversee things."
This time, I'm taking the Thousand-Man Guard with me. With the Demon-Slaying Array in place, we can wipe them out directly. Otherwise, other demonic forces will really think we're easy to bully.
Suppressing his anger, he asked in a low voice, "How is the situation at the Supreme Emperor's residence?"
Elder Dongming shook his head and said in a low voice, "The situation at the Supreme Palace is also not peaceful. They have mobilized the sect's offensive forces to sweep through all the forces within their territory. Anyone found to be colluding with evil spirits will be executed, and anyone found to have violated the Supreme Palace's rules will be executed."
In the past few days, hundreds of prominent families have been killed, and tens of thousands have died.
Many families have fled to our territory, seeking refuge. These past few days, the sect leader has been busy dealing with the demons, and I haven't had a chance to report to him yet.
Mo Taizhen's expression was like a tiger's; he couldn't help but lick his lips, a hint of mockery and greed in his eyes. He whispered, "Fine, make them hand over half their wealth, and half of their annual output. If they don't agree, let them fend for themselves."
Elder Dongming nodded slightly, a hint of agreement in his smile, his eyes conveying a sense of acquiescence and approval. He couldn't help but smile, thinking that the Xuanji Sect would gain even more and become even stronger.
It swept away the gloom of the past few days.
Mo Taizhen stood in the air, before him stood the Xuanji Guards of the sect. The Xuanji Guards were the elite force of the sect, responsible for confiscating and exterminating families and eliminating rival sects. There were three thousand Xuanji Guards, and their numbers fluctuated greatly. The capable rose to the top, while the wounded and those with weakened cultivation fell to the bottom.
They are all elites, mostly young, specializing in martial arts, not immortality, with extremely strong qi and blood, all wanting to take a gamble, and all from humble backgrounds.
If someone from a large family is exceptionally talented, how could they bear to let them join the Xuanji Guard? Once someone enters the Xuanji Guard, they can only leave if they are injured or eliminated.
Even so, there are many who want to enter, and the resources used to support the Xuanji Guards are far greater than those for ordinary inner disciples.
Moreover, the inner disciples are mostly left to their own devices by Xuanji, who will offer them any contribution, pills, or cultivation techniques to encourage them to do their part.
Only true disciples, elders, and Martial Kings and above are a small group of people who enjoy the sect's many benefits.
Therefore, although the Xuanji Guard is dangerous, the supply of elixirs, monster meat, and beautiful women and weapons are all easier to obtain than other means. Of course, one must be willing to risk one's life.
Even if someone from a poor family has some talent, if they don't risk their life, they'll fade into obscurity after their prime.
The thousand Xuanji Guards of the sect stood in twenty neat rows, their aura soaring to the heavens. Protected by iron armor and with helmets covering their faces, they were completely indistinguishable from one another.
Dressed in uniform armor, wielding bows and arrows, and spears and lances that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
They stood ramrod straight, exuding a murderous aura, like sharp javelins pointing straight to the sky. A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, as if a great battle was about to erupt.
The Xuanji Guards are there to confiscate property, exterminate clans, and kill people; otherwise, there would be no need for them. Every operation ends with the death of one side, the enemy or our side.
Mo Taizhen hovered in the air, looking down at the thousand Xuanji Guards of the sect who were standing ready.
Neatly arranged and imposing, they nodded in satisfaction.
Looking at the true disciple beside him, a peerless talent from his own family, whom he was grooming to become the sect leader, Mo Mibei nodded, 'Come with me.'
Mo Mibei, dressed in a black and white Xuanji Sect robe, nodded proudly, her eyes gleaming with confidence and pride. She glanced lightly at the other two disciples beside her, then turned and left with an air of nonchalance; her purpose was self-evident.
All three were extremely talented, and their respective factions were all powerful. Their sects had many talented individuals, but lacked sufficient foundation and strength to suppress the competition. Becoming an elder was their highest achievement.
The other two disciples, dressed similarly, looked at each other, a fleeting look of disdain in their eyes before turning slightly ugly. The position of sect leader was no less coveted than that of royalty, and was even more competitive.
In the bustling market, Old Weng, having drunk too much yesterday, slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. Recalling his free-flowing conversation with Captain Guan and others yesterday, a sense of urgency welled up in his heart. There was no food to eat; what an unforgettable memory that was.
"Store grain, store grain." This thought kept repeating in my mind. I dressed properly. This matter still needed to be discussed with Madam Jie and Madam Yun; it was inconvenient to disturb the adults. And I couldn't let such a small matter bother them.
In Wei Si's hand was a bottle of Blood Qi Pills, and in the jade box were a Thousand Machine Pill and ten Dragon Blood Rice.
His eyes seemed to want to say something but held back, as if a fierce battle was unfolding inside him, as if he was weighing the best course of action.
His gaze gradually calmed and he made a decision. He stood up and bowed three times. "Miss is right. If even I cannot break through, then others have no hope in the short term."
It's not that we lack talent, but rather that there are too many prodigies these days, and we can't afford to hold them back. This time, we must break through.
She quietly approached the door, where Wei Gaoliang was waiting. He was of above-average talent, six feet tall, with a sturdy and graceful figure, like a pine tree growing strong and healthy. This gave her the feeling that there was someone to carry on the family line.
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