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Che Mi led Chen Moxuan through the gates of the Martial God Sect. The layout here remained unchanged, just as it had been before. As they entered, a solemn and majestic scene unfolded before their eyes.
The Martial God Sect was centered around three main peaks, known as Tianqi Peak, Di Ling Peak, and Renhe Peak. These peaks formed a triangular arrangement, symbolizing the harmonious unity of heaven, earth, and humanity. The group found themselves at Renhe Peak.
Few knew that Tianqi Peak and Di Ling Peak were self-existing formations. Only Renhe Peak had been forcibly relocated by the Martial Immortal Emperor, who had moved it with sheer physical strength. Tianqi Peak stood at the northern end of the sect, its summit shrouded in mist, resembling a gateway to the celestial realm. The buildings atop were primarily white and gold, with towering bell towers and spires shimmering in the sunlight, embodying the lofty and mysterious nature of heavenly martial arts.
Di Ling Peak was situated at the center of the sect, characterized by its broad mountains and lush greenery. At its base lay cultivated fields and medicinal gardens, reflecting the profound and enduring essence of earthly martial arts. The structures on this peak were predominantly earth-toned, exuding an ancient and stable aura that resonated with the pulse of the land.
Renhe Peak, located at the southern end of the sect, had a gentler slope. It was adorned with pavilions and towers, with babbling streams and flourishing flora. If one overlooked the disciples exercising with massive stones, it could be described as a scene of harmony.
Between the three main peaks floated two stones in mid-air. To traverse between them, one could only rely on these stones to leap to other peaks.
The group soon arrived at the grand hall of Renhe Peak. An elderly man sat perched on a leaf high up in a tree outside the hall. As the wind blew, his body swayed gently but did not fall.
"Master!"
This serene scene was abruptly shattered by a loud shout. Che Mi maintained a minimum level of respect for her master.
The Martial Immortal Emperor tumbled from his perch but landed gracefully like a leaf before turning to walk toward the hall. Che Mi quickly appeared behind him.
His eyes glowed red as he wore a grim smile while asking ominously, "Master, why do you look so guilty? Where are you off to?"
"Cough!" The Martial Immortal Emperor blinked awake as if coming out of a dream. "Ah, old age makes one prone to sleepwalking. How did I end up here?"
"Che Mi? Why are you like this?"
Che Mi emitted red steam around her. Within that steam was a faint outline of a Headless War God wielding a shield and axe!
Chen Moxuan paused for a moment, lost in memories from long ago when Che Mi was merely a young girl who had just broken through to the Ling Tai Realm. At that time, he had been desperately searching for ways to cultivate his skills. Relying on his unique ability to avoid death and with a little help from his master’s gifts, he had forcibly climbed to Renhe Peak to become an outer disciple among the martial gods.
Chen Moxuan remembered how he had been infatuated with Che Mi, and after getting to know her better, he used the excuse of practicing his techniques to cling to her every day. As the saying goes, a good woman fears a persistent man. Eventually, Che Mi fell under his sweet words.
While they were in the midst of their playful banter one day, Che Mi asked him, "Who is the most vicious among humans, gods, and demons?"
Without much thought, Chen Moxuan casually mentioned Xing Tian and even shared a story about him. He didn’t expect her to remember it.
Just as Chen Moxuan was lost in thought, Che Mi suddenly grabbed the red gourd from the waist of the Martial Immortal Emperor and yanked it down forcefully. "Master, you have truly disappointed me!" she exclaimed as she returned to Chen Moxuan's side.
This scene pulled him back from his memories into reality. "Here you go," Che Mi said, handing him the gourd.
Chen Moxuan took the gourd and looked at Che Mi. "I’ll return it once I’m done using it."
At that moment, the Martial Immortal Emperor hurriedly interjected, "No way! That’s—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Che Mi shot him a glare with red eyes. It was as if his mouth had been sealed; he could only watch helplessly as the gourd slipped into Chen Moxuan's hands.
"No need! Hmph! That old man has plenty of good things," Che Mi said indignantly.
Seeing this, Chen Moxuan's spirits lifted completely as he shook off the lingering effects of his memories. He flashed a grin at the Martial Immortal Emperor, as if to say, "Let’s see what you can do about it!" It felt like he was avenging past grievances.
The Martial Immortal Emperor was furious, veins popping on his forehead. With a cold snort, he returned to the main hall, choosing to ignore the situation entirely.
Che Mi turned to Chen Moxuan and asked, "Chen Moxuan, has something significant happened in Yun Miao Sheng Zhou?"
After their playful antics, Che Mi grew concerned.
Chen Moxuan nodded. "I plan to use the Qian Kun Blood Gourd to kill the Blood Emperor."
Che Mi's eyes widened in shock. "There must be something even bigger than the Blood Emperor happening, right?"
Chen Moxuan was surprised by Che Mi's keen insight and nodded again. However, it wasn't too difficult to guess.
There were only three rare treasures capable of slaying the Blood Emperor, each held by one of the three Immortal Emperors. In the past, they had deliberately refused to lend out these treasures in order to restrain Yun Miao Sheng Zhou and prevent its rapid development.
Meanwhile, Shi Shao Lan Yin had used extraordinary wisdom and skill to seal away the Blood Emperor, rendering him unable to cause havoc. Unless the Blood Emperor could break the seal and recover his scattered body fragments, he would not be able to regain his former power.
At present, Yun Miao Sheng Zhou appeared calm on the surface without any major upheaval, indicating that the Blood Emperor had yet to return. And now Chen Moxuan had come forward seeking to borrow the Qian Kun Blood Gourd.
It must be an urgent situation; before the major trouble arrives, it's best to resolve the minor issues first.
Che Mi understood Chen Moxuan's way of handling things very well. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "I can't help you much. Right now, I am the Second Elder of the Martial God Sect, and I have to take responsibility for the sect. I can't accompany you."
Chen Moxuan looked at Che Mi, who had returned to her original form, and smiled. "Don't worry; this little matter won't be a problem for me. But what happened at the Martial God Sect? The elders guarding the mountain attacked me without even asking a question."
Che Mi was surprised by Chen Moxuan's keen perception. She turned back to glance at the hall and said, "The Grand Elder, my senior brother, died in battle, just beside the Infernal Abyss."
Chen Moxuan was somewhat taken aback. He remembered what Che Mi's senior brother looked like—a simple-minded muscular man; that was his first impression upon meeting him. He never expected he would die in battle like this!
"What happened?"
"We haven't figured it out yet," Che Mi replied, her eyes blazing with fury as if she wanted to tear apart the instigator.
Chen Moxuan took out a pill. "If you still can't break through, just take this. However, it's the last one I have. When we meet again, I hope you'll have reached the same realm as your master."
Che Mi accepted it and smiled. "I really envy you; you'll never die."
"Sometimes it's quite troublesome," Chen Moxuan shrugged. "Well, I’ll be on my way then. Once I finish dealing with Yun Miao Sheng Zhou's matters, I'll come back to see you."
"Remember, if things get serious here, come find me in Yun Miao Sheng Zhou. While I may not be able to kill the Blood Emperor, I've managed to take down two Tian Sheng Li Zhan Shen of the same level—I've got some skills."
"Be careful!"
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