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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
The White Tiger's body trembled slightly, revealing a look of astonishment. He suddenly turned to glance at the corpse of the Demon King Sect Master, and his body involuntarily took a step forward. Just then, a clear voice suddenly came from behind him, piercing through the air and reaching his ears, sternly commanding, "Stop!"
The White Tiger turned around to see that it was the Vermilion Bird who had spoken. He frowned and was about to say something when he heard the Vermilion Bird coldly say, "Don't meddle."
A hint of anger appeared on the White Tiger's face as he looked back at the Black Tortoise, only to find the Black Tortoise giving him a wry smile and shaking his head slightly, saying, "Sister Four is right."
The White Tiger was taken aback for a moment, then snorted and turned away, striding out of the tent without saying a word, disappearing in an instant.
Meanwhile, in another tent belonging to the Ghost King Sect, the Azure Dragon was doing his best to comfort Wan. After patting his shoulder, he softly said, "Take care and adapt to the changes."
Wan's face was filled with sorrow as he choked back tears and nodded in agreement, his expression still clouded with grief.
The Azure Dragon sighed and then spoke seriously, "Now that the Holy Sect is in disarray, the Ghost King Sect has always been a pillar of support for the Holy Sect. You must bear this heavy responsibility."
Wan replied with a heavy heart, "Yes."
The Azure Dragon paused before continuing, "Next, we must arrange for the funeral. How do you plan to proceed?"
Wan's face showed pain as he wept and self-reproached, "It is all my incompetence. I could not save my master's life, nor could I manage our sect's disciples. In these past few days, more than half of our sect members have gone missing. I truly feel unworthy before my late master."
The Azure Dragon's expression grew serious as he stared at Wan for a moment in shock. "Is that really true?"
Wan sighed deeply and then took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the Azure Dragon. "This was personally written by my master before his death. He clearly stated that he wished to return to his homeland after death and asked me to bury his remains beneath Zhongtu Huqi Mountain."
The Azure Dragon silently read through the letter before returning it to Wan. He nodded and said, "Since it is the sect leader's last wish, there is no other way. You have worked hard."
Wan gritted his teeth and said, "I will do everything in my power to fulfill my master's last wish. Once I finish all necessary arrangements, I will lead our sect members back to Barbaric Sacred Hall. At that time, I hope you will take care of us."
The Azure Dragon nodded. "Of course." After comforting Wan a few more times, he stepped outside the tent and saw the Black Tortoise and Vermilion Bird standing there but noticed that the White Tiger was missing. He couldn't help but frown and ask, "Where is the Second?"
Xuanwu Path: "I wasn't feeling quite right earlier, so I just ran away."
Qinglong shook his head but did not ask Baihu what was bothering him. Instead, he silently led the two of them out of the Ghost King Sect camp.
Along the way, Qinglong's expression was serious, Zhuque remained silent, while Xuanwu suddenly spoke to Qinglong after a long silence: "Boss, that Ghost King Sect is a bit strange."
Qinglong nodded silently. Xuanwu snorted and said, "They want to use deception and don't want to return to the Barbaric Sacred Hall?"
Qinglong replied calmly, "That's not surprising. There will definitely be storms and setbacks in the Sanctuary ahead. It's understandable that they choose to stay out of it."
Xuanwu's face showed a hint of desolation as he sneered, "It's just self-preservation. With their attitude, do they really think they can recuperate and recruit the four of us later?"
Qinglong pondered for a moment and said cautiously, "Third Brother, to be honest, after the leader's passing, if we want to align ourselves with a faction in the sect, I do believe that the Ghost King Sect is the best option."
Xuanwu was taken aback, as if he wanted to say something in rebuttal, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words. After a while, he murmured, "In this Holy Sect, it seems there really isn't anyone of significance left. With the leader gone and no clear successor, what hope is there for the future?"
Both Qinglong and Zhuque looked at him and noticed something was off with his expression. Qinglong frowned and asked, "Third Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xuanwu stared blankly for a moment before suddenly bowing to Qinglong and Zhuque: "Boss, Fourth Sister, I... I really can't hold on any longer. I don't want to care about how the Holy Sect will be in the future, nor do I wish to return to the Barbaric Sacred Hall. Let's part ways here today."
Zhuque stepped forward, her chest rising and falling as if she were somewhat agitated: "Third Brother, what are you planning to do?"
Xuanwu remained silent for a moment before looking at Qinglong: "I've long wanted to see the Great Mountains in the south. The customs there are vastly different from those in Middle-earth, and there are even remnants of ancient witch tribes. As you know, I've always had an interest in these things. So I'll take this opportunity to explore."
Qinglong stared at him for a while; his initial gaze was stern but gradually softened until it turned into a silent sigh. He waved his hand wearily.
Xuanwu deeply bowed to him and then smiled at Zhuque before turning around without another word and swiftly disappearing into the distant desert.
"Elder Brother!" Zhuque turned back to look at Qinglong and couldn't help but call out.
Qinglong replied calmly, "Everyone has their own aspirations; let it be."
Zhuque remained silent, the black scarf slightly undulating, as if even her breathing had become a bit hurried. After a moment, she said softly, "Then I will take my leave. Let's meet in the Sanctuary in a few days."
Qinglong nodded and replied, "Alright, take care on your journey."
Zhuque acknowledged him and turned to leave, but the direction she took was opposite to that of Xuanwu, heading deeper into the wilderness.
In the blink of an eye, Qinglong found himself alone, which felt quite lonely. He seemed to sense this as he looked up at the sky and sighed softly before walking away with his hands behind his back.
Behind him at the Ghost King Sect camp, several people emerged after a while, with Wan leading them. Standing beside him was the mysterious figure in black, Mr. Ghost.
Watching Qinglong's distant figure, Wan remained silent, while Mr. Ghost quietly asked, "Sect Master, aren't you going to say a few more words to him?"
Wan shook his head and replied, "At this moment, saying more is pointless. We can talk when there's another opportunity."
Mr. Ghost nodded and glanced back at the camp, asking, "What about the funeral over there?"
Wan took a deep breath and said, "My master has been immensely kind to me; how could I be ungrateful? Send my orders for a grand three-day ceremony to ensure it is splendid. Then I will carry my master's remains to Fox Ridge Mountain."
Mr. Ghost solemnly complied with the order. For now, this matter was set aside. With the disappearance of the Four Holy Envoys of the Demon Cult and the Ghost King Sect, it seemed that the curtain had fallen on the conflict between the Demon Cult and Qingyun. The remarkable talents of the late Demon King Sect Master would await further evaluation in due time.
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