Chapter 201: Sect Leader
When Shan Ji returned to Wuyi Blood Guard carrying the box containing the human head, all the blood guards in the nine palaces of Secret Realm Ridge were standing outside the palaces, undergoing body searches.
The treasure of the Wuyi Blood Guards - the first volume of the "Wuyi Secret Book" created by Lingxu Zhenjun himself - has been lost.
The leader was furious and ordered all the blood guards to be searched from head to toe. Even all the pillows were cut with daggers and turned over one by one for inspection.
Shan Ji threw the box of human heads to the settlement guards who were responsible for inspecting tasks and collecting accounts, and walked through the numerous palaces and entered the Wuyi Hall on the highest floor.
The headmaster had a dark complexion, blue eyes, and disheveled hair. He sat on a high seat, supporting his forehead with his hand, looking tired and anxious.
"Shan Ji, did you know that the first volume of the 'Wu Yi Secret Manual' was lost?" The Sect Leader spoke, his tone clearly tentative. "Don't blame me for being suspicious, I have to ask."
Let me ask, why did the blood guard whose throat was crushed, even with a pen, want to write down that Shan Ji had violated the sect rules, saying that Yun Chen from Daxing Mountain must be Shan Ji's blood relative, otherwise the blood pigeon would not have made a mistake.
If this is true, at the very least, Shan Ji's martial arts will be completely destroyed and he will be expelled from the Wuyi Blood Guard; at the worst, Yun Chen will be killed as well.
One must also wonder why Shan Ji, who had never accepted anyone close to him for many years, would suddenly accept her as an old woman?
From the time when her hand could touch Shan Ji's chest, to the time when she stripped him naked like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and bit him until his whole body was bruised and purple.
I hadn’t tasted the “fresh meat delicacy” for eleven years, but this time I managed to do it in just six or seven days.
And just as Shan Ji picked up his pants and left, the Wuyi Secret Book, which was the basis for the survival of Wuyi Blood Guard, was lost.
How can it not arouse suspicion?
"How could such an important thing be lost? Don't worry, I'll help you find it." Shan Ji opened his beautiful eyes wide, with a look of surprise and concern.
The head of the sect looked back and forth at his face, but could not see anything unusual. He could only watch as he slowly approached, leaned over and pressed down on her, raised his hand to hold her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.
She instinctively complied, with a moment's hesitation in her heart.
But the hesitation wasn't about the secrets, it was all about:
I was busy getting angry and cursing today, and the saliva in my mouth is dry and smelly. It must not taste very good now. Will Shan Ji dislike it?
Soon, she began to breathe rapidly and her body fell limply into Shan Ji's arms.
She told herself not to be too suspicious. This man was the only one in Secret Ridge who disdained power and status, and the only one who did not covet her throne as the leader.
Apart from killing, he has no desires.
Shan Ji slowly stopped kissing.
She couldn't help but twitch her nose and take a deep breath of the strong smell of blood on him.
She simply loved the smell of Shan Ji.
Unruly and arrogant, full of cold and murderous aura.
Like a young girl in love, she leaned against his strong chest softly and asked him tenderly:
"My heart is beating wildly—why isn't yours beating fast?"
Shan Ji did not answer.
He looked coldly at the face in his arms that was already beginning to become confused and lost, his hand slowly stroking her chin, and his tiger's mouth quietly moved towards her throat.
When the headmaster closed his eyes and waited for Shan Ji to kiss him again, he just laughed frivolously and disdainfully.
"Tell me where the second half is, and I'll leave you with your whole body."
No one knew what happened in Wuyi Hall next.
The blood guards outside the hall only heard a high-pitched shout from the leader, which then turned into a muffled groan as if blocked by something.
Everyone knew what that sound meant. Some people couldn't help but joke:
"Didn't the master go crazy because he lost the secret manual? How can he still be in the mood to have sex?"
Someone replied, "Don't you even look at who he is? The Sect Leader has been thinking about Brother Shan Ji for a long time, and whenever he gets the chance, he won't let him go."
Some people also scornfully cursed: "You bitch, you pretended to be pure and chaste for so many years, but in the end you are just like us!"
"Brother, can you please be more careful when you curse at people and not drag us all into it?"
"Keep your voice down, or Shan Ji will hear you, and you'll be in big trouble!"
While everyone was talking, the door of Wuyi Hall opened.
As the two heavy doors slowly opened with a long, sobbing sound, Shan Ji strode out of the temple and stood in front of the supreme palace.
He threw the head of the sect leader to the ground, tilted his head to spit out the half-severed tongue from his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, then flexed his wrist, his eyes looking down at the whole place like a night owl, scanning everyone's horrified faces one by one.
Taking in everyone's expressions, Shan Ji stroked his chin, poked his tongue against his cheek, and spoke arrogantly, looking down on everyone:
"I helped the Sect Leader become an immortal, and now I am the Sect Leader. Whoever knows where the second half of the 'Wu Yi Secret Book' is, either tell me or kill me."
In just three or two sentences, he was extremely arrogant, as if he was standing on top of the world, with an air of being the only one in charge.
But the whole place was silent, no one dared to speak.
Even the two blood guards who were in the Shenxiao Palace with Shan Ji remained silent, with expressions of helplessness and awe evident on their faces.
Only the blood guard whose throat had been crushed by Shan Ji and who was unable to speak stood up, spat in Shan Ji's direction, and then strode down the mountain.
As expected, Shan Ji immediately flew over and killed him.
The blood guard was prepared, but his spine was broken in one blow, and he fell to the ground like a shrimp.
Shan Ji took out the dagger from his boots and began to cut off the blood guard's head in public.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve cut off two heads in a row, but the blade is a bit blunt and it’s not very convenient to cut.
His eyes swept over a guy who had just joined Wuyi Blood Guard, and Shan Ji shouted:
"Hey, let me use the knife!"
The guy shuddered with fear and quickly took out the knife and handed it over.
Shan Ji finished his work quickly, threw the knife back, and then kicked off the blood guard's head.
Human heads rolled down the thousands of steps between the nine halls, making everyone try to avoid them and not even dare to breathe loudly.
This is the Blood Guard of Qingxiao Palace, the top master second only to Shenxiao Palace!
But in front of the mountain's silence, it was as fragile as a chick.
In fact, a hero cannot defeat the enemy in numbers. If so many blood guards come together and kill each other, Shan Ji will be exhausted to death.
But no one dared to move. They were all oppressed by Shan Ji's aura and dared not move at all.
Shan Ji was getting a little impatient. He glanced around and asked again:
"Bullshit if you know! Where is the second half of the 'Meaningless Secret Book'?!"
After a moment of silence, a trembling voice came from the corner:
"I... I know... I served the Sect Master once before... The Sect Master said... he let it slip... Maybe... Maybe it's in the tomb of the True Lord Lingxu in the back mountain..."
Shan Ji nodded with satisfaction, and walked towards the back of the mountain without looking back. He said to the silent crowd:
"In the past, you paid nine and got one for each order. From now on, you pay seven and get three for each order."
The Blood Guards looked at each other in confusion, and it took them a long time to realize what it meant.
Next time you kill someone for a job, you don’t have to hand over 90% of the gold, just 70%!
This fucking means a lot of money and even more unbridled spending!
The crowd couldn't help but burst into loud cheers, whistling at Shan Ji's back and shouting:
"Master, may you be blessed with great fortune!"
"The master is immortal! He is among the immortals!"
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