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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
In the end, San Miao gritted his teeth and fell silent, and everyone else was also quiet.
After a moment, Qinglong slowly spoke, "The Zhuxian Sword from the Azure Cloud Sect is indeed very strange. Once injured under its blade, it exerts a strong suppression on those of our demonic sect, making it difficult for the wounds to heal. The same happened to our leader back then; he ultimately died in regret."
As soon as he said this, the expressions of the crowd changed slightly, and their gazes unintentionally flickered towards the Jade Jar in his hand. Qinglong's expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of alteration.
It was the Ghost King who coughed a few times, revealing a bitter smile as he said, "Everyone, the situation for the Holy Sect is critical now. Reverend Qiu has unfortunately passed away. We should discuss whether to advance or retreat."
There was a silence among the crowd. Those present were indeed the most crucial figures in the demonic sect; the four strongest sects were all here. The Four Great Saints, who held significant positions within the Holy Sect and had always followed the previous leader closely, were also present. It was not incorrect to say that the fate of the demonic sect rested in their hands.
After a while, suddenly the Black-Clad Woman standing behind Qinglong, who was one of the Four Great Saints known as Zhuque, spoke up with a cold tone, "Before our leader passed away, he left orders for us to quickly retreat back to the Barbaric Sacred Hall to recuperate and not to engage in conflicts for a hundred years. Since that is the case, we should obey without further discussion."
The Ghost King frowned but remained silent. However, sitting next to him, Poison God expressed his disagreement lightly, saying, "You esteemed envoys are free to come and go as you please, which is certainly enviable. But our four sects are different. Over these years, the Holy Sect has grown deep roots and spread its influence widely. Our sects have secretly established many foundations along various routes; we cannot just abandon them like this."
Zhuque's face slightly shifted beneath her black veil as her bright eyes suddenly flashed with killing intent, seemingly angered by Poison God's questioning of Leader Qiu Wangyu's orders.
It was clear that she was not alone in this sentiment. Before Zhuque could speak again, the towering figure of Baihu standing behind Qinglong had already shouted angrily, "Is it that you plan to rebel while our leader's body is still warm?"
His thunderous voice shook everyone's ears, clearly indicating his deep cultivation.
However, aside from Yuyangzi and San Miao showing slight changes in color, the Ghost King and Poison God remained indifferent, seemingly unaffected.
Seeing the expressions of those two old men, Baihu's anger flared up. He moved as if to step forward but suddenly a hand reached out to block him; it was Qinglong stopping him.
Among the Four Great Saints, Qinglong held a position of authority and respect. Baihu snorted and said no more as he retreated.
Qinglong did not turn back to look at him but scanned over Ghost King and Poison God before saying, "Masters, right now the Holy Sect is leaderless. You may have your own thoughts in mind; I cannot control too much. However, we four have followed our leader for many years and must obey his orders to return to Barbaric Sacred Hall. Moreover, our leader's remains are here; we cannot afford any mistakes."
He suddenly stood up, holding the Jade Jar and walking out, seemingly having lost all trust and patience with these Holy Sect figures.
Behind him, the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird both sneered and immediately followed, while the plump Black Tortoise scanned the crowd, sighed deeply, and with a desolate expression, placed his hands behind his back and followed as well.
Looking at the Four Great Saints leaving, Yuyangzi and San Miao had complex expressions on their faces, revealing hints of worry. However, the two old men, Poison God and Ghost King, exchanged glances without changing their expressions.
After a moment, Poison God did not look at the two young men but gazed at Ghost King and said, "Old brother, what do you think?"
Ghost King coughed a few times and smiled bitterly. "Since these four esteemed ones have spoken to this extent, if we do not return to the Barbaric Sacred Hall, we might leave ourselves open to criticism in the future. Wouldn't that be disastrous?"
Poison God snorted and replied, "Though that may be true, our Sect has been operating its foundations in Middle-earth for many years. How can we just abandon them?"
Ghost King's face darkened, his breath weak. He looked increasingly worse and said softly, "Let's take it one step at a time."
Wan was startled and quickly bent down to support him. But just then, Ghost King suddenly coughed violently several times and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest front with blood.
This shocked Poison God and the other two, who all stood up.
Wan's face changed dramatically. He shouted loudly, and many disciples from Ghost King Sect rushed in to surround Ghost King.
Poison God shook his head and signaled Yuyangzi and San Miao to leave together. Behind them, the members of Ghost King Sect were already in chaos.
Once outside the door, Poison God pondered for a moment and asked, "Now that things have come to this point, what are your plans?"
San Miao looked up at him and said, "Before Master fell unconscious, he already told me that our Heavenly Joy Sect will relocate back to the wilderness."
Yuyangzi also said, "Our Changsheng Hall has had the duty of guarding the Sanctuary for many years; therefore, we also need to return to the Sanctuary."
Poison God nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you may go."
Yuyangzi and San Miao bowed to him and turned to leave. However, Yuyangzi had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard Poison God's voice from behind, saying, "Yuyang, wait a moment, I still have something to say to you."
Yuyangzi was somewhat taken aback and stopped in his tracks. San Miao, standing beside him, quietly glanced at the two of them, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but he quickly walked away.
Poison God led Yuyangzi to the side, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and then took out a pouch from his robe and handed it to Yuyangzi.
Yuyangzi was surprised and opened it to take a look, his expression changing instantly. Inside the pouch was none other than the treasured item of Changsheng Hall, which was also the personal Yin-Yang Mirror of the former sect leader Duan Hou.
Yuyangzi grasped the pouch tightly and looked up at Poison God, whispering, "Senior, this..."
Poison God sighed and said, "This item is something I inadvertently collected when I retreated from Azure Cloud Mountain. I regret that I was unable to save Brother Duan Hou. The Yin-Yang Mirror is the foremost artifact of Changsheng Hall, and it rightfully belongs to you. Please take good care of it."
Gratitude filled Yuyangzi's face as he nodded repeatedly, putting away the Yin-Yang Mirror. He then solemnly said to Poison God, "Thank you, Senior. This great kindness will surely be remembered by everyone in Changsheng Hall. If there is anything you need help with in the future at Barbaric Sacred Hall, please do not hesitate to ask. Changsheng Hall will definitely do its utmost to assist."
Poison God nodded and smiled, saying, "We are all part of the Holy Sect, so there's no need for formality. It's getting late; you should prepare to depart soon."
Yuyangzi acknowledged with a sound and turned to leave with large strides. His expression seemed very pleased with having obtained the Yin-Yang Mirror, which quickly overshadowed the sadness he had felt just moments before.
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