Chapter 189: Voices at Midnight

Chapter 189: Voices at Midnight

Chapter 189: Voices at Midnight
Three days had passed since leaving the Qianshan Mountains where Yulun Mountain was located, and Li Wuxiang had only traveled about 200 miles. This was because he had been practicing diligently along the way.

The scenery along the way from the end of the Qianshan Mountains to the present Youjiuyuan is very beautiful, very similar to the section from Ranshan to Deyang. The local climate seems to be a bit dry, and the scenery along the way is mostly meadows, with sparse trees growing on the low hills. The view seems to be broad and full of green, which reminds him of the two days and one night he spent with Cheng Peixin and Cheng Shengfei.

But what I thought of was not the people, but the way they meditated every minute at night.

At that time, Li Wuxiang had just found the secret of cultivation - the power of incense and vows. So he felt that in that state, trying to get some power of vows was better than a month of hard practice, so there was no need to be too strict with himself.

But now, he could fully experience what the two had felt at that time. Cheng Peixin and Cheng Shengfei's sense of urgency came from their youth and lifespan, while his sense of urgency came from the abnormal requirements of the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra for the essence in the body.

After absorbing Zhou Ruixin's Nascent Soul body, he was almost reaching the perfection of the Pill Nurturing Stage. However, he started practicing the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra in the past few days, and the energy in his body suddenly turned into half a jar of water, which was far from enough.

He still had the twelve-sided stone mirror pills on him, but he was not sure if they were enough to support him in his advancement to the Nascent Soul stage. Once wasted, it would be difficult for him to seize the good things accumulated by a sect for more than three thousand years in the future. So now he was very careful with the pills he took.

There is nothing special about taking ordinary pills. You just need to find a quiet place to sit in meditation and regulate your breathing to dissolve the medicinal power, and then practice the exercises while the medicinal power is working. But the better ones cannot be used so roughly, and you need to pay attention to the environment.

The first choice is to go to places with rich spiritual energy around, and the time is also important. Taking medicine and regulating breathing in the right place and at the right time can not only make the medicine work fully, but also attract the spiritual energy between the surrounding heaven and earth, absorbing more than usual. Such accumulation of bits and pieces may make a difference in the end, which is four or five years of hard work.

So when the sun just set in the west, Li Wuxiang found the place for practicing today - a small hill. The east side seemed to have been split by an axe, revealing a straight stone wall with gullies, rugged rocks, and gnarled ancient trees. It was a Feng Shui treasure land with rich spiritual energy, and it was also more conducive to hiding the body.

He walked to the bottom of the stone wall, checked a few places, and finally stopped under a horizontal stone crack. There was a space about one person high between the stone crack and the ground. It looked very dry inside. There were a few piles of rocks in front of it, and the wild grass that was higher than the calf was like a low wall. Even if we didn't consider whether the spiritual energy was strong, it was a good place to take shelter from the wind overnight.

He usually hides in the illusion of Ranshan when he spends the night, but since he has to take medicine tonight, he can only stay outside.

He sat down against the edge of the rock crevice, waiting for the sunset to set and the moon to rise. When the light of the full moon illuminated the outside world, he put the pill into his mouth, buried it under his tongue, and began to circulate his internal energy.

The pill he took tonight was called the Nine-Turn Jade Blood Pill. After the Qi started to flow, the Qi and blood in his body surged, as if it had become a rolling and surging sea of ​​blood, making bursts of thunderous sounds. For nearly two hours, he seemed to be in a stormy day with thunder and lightning, and he turned a deaf ear to the sounds from the outside world. So he waited until the Qi flow was finished before he heard a sound not far away.

It seemed like someone was talking, and they didn't deliberately lower the volume, but because they were quite far away, the sound was very small, and I didn't hear it when I was practicing before.

A male voice said: "...This is also a good place for Feng Shui in the area. It is quite suitable for him to be buried here."

Another female voice said, "Hey, hurry up and do it."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a slight sound of metal colliding, as if everyone had taken out their weapons.

Li Wuxiang's heart tightened - the people from the True Form Sect were catching up so quickly?! The reason why he walked slowly along the way was that in addition to practicing, he also had to hide his whereabouts. He used all the methods he knew in his previous life, including the talismans he got in the Tianxin Illusion and some new spells he learned, but he was still tracked here?!
Judging from the sound of weapons being unsheathed just now, there are at least four or five people coming... These people are so arrogant, have they chosen their own burial place?

He immediately released the flying sword and was about to jump out from the crevice, but suddenly stopped.

Because what I heard next was not the sound of footsteps coming over here, but a dull "rustling" sound, as if these people were digging something on the ground.

Li Wuxiang frowned and listened carefully again. His body deflated and instantly turned into a python-like human skin and swam into the bushes.

After swimming about thirty steps, he saw someone.

There were six of them, four men and two women…and they were using swords to dig a hole in the ground.

A man who looked older, tall and kind, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe and a blue belt around his waist. In his hand was an unsheathed heavy sword, which looked like a small door panel, and it was unknown whether it was hollow inside. At this time, he used the heavy sword as a shovel, and with a flip of his wrist, a large piece of soil mixed with grass roots was dug out.

One was a tall and thin young man, wearing a green gown with three bamboo leaves embroidered on the cuffs and a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He was holding a thin sword, which was more gorgeous than the heavy sword beside him. There was a green bead inlaid on the calyx of the sword, which shone brightly in the night.

He held a sword and seemed to want to help, but the man holding the heavy sword beside him dug a large piece of dirt, and mud and grass flew everywhere. This man seemed to be afraid of getting dirty, so he could only frown slightly and step aside to avoid being splashed with those things.

The other man was also young, but short and strong. The weapon he held was also interesting, a sledgehammer. It was not a round-headed hammer, but a much larger hammer, with one end square and the other pointed. There seemed to be a spell engraved on the handle of the hammer, and the spell glowed every time he used force. This man was also dressed roughly, wearing a brown shirt, the material looked rough, and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong arms. He had a tan leather belt tied around his waist, with several copper rings hanging on it, which clanged with his movements.

The last man was holding a gun. The gun barrel was slender and pale, but the tip was ink-black. He was wearing a black suit, and the belt around his waist was blood-red with a row of golden copper coins. He didn't do anything, but just stood aside and watched with his gun, occasionally sighing softly.

There were two other women who also did not make a move. However, they were not standing at the edge of the pit, but three steps away. They were dressed almost identically, both in white clothes, with their hair tied up in a bun and only a wooden hairpin inserted in the bun. They had no weapons in their hands, only a yellow gourd hanging from their waists and a flat leather bag on each side, which looked like flying knives or hidden weapons were placed inside. It seemed that they were disciples of the same sect.

One of them was facing Li Wuxiang, while the other had her back to him. The one facing him looked miserable, with her brows furrowed and her eyes lowered.

So Li Wuxiang straightened his body slightly, stretched out his tentacles, disguised himself as a small pink flower on the tip of the grass, and saw clearly what they were looking at.

It was a corpse lying on the ground. Judging from the corpse's attire, it should be a disciple of Tianxin Sect. His chest was bloody and had several cuts, but his eyes were still open, as if he died with his eyes open.

These people are dressed differently, so they can't be disciples of the True Form Sect. And now they are digging a hole in the ground, as if they want to bury this Tianxin disciple... But did they kill this person? Are there any random cultivators killing people to steal treasures or something like that?

But he didn't want to meddle in other people's business recently, so he slowly retracted his tentacles and planned to leave immediately. However, the next sentence made him stop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are we still going to Yulun Mountain?" The one who was leaning on the gun spoke.

After a while, the one holding the heavy sword spoke up: "Let's go. It's not far anyway. Let's go and see what it is like now. If it is really a true spirit descending, it will be a disaster. Even if we don't go to Youjiuyuan first, we have to report back to the sect. This kind of thing is no joke."

Li Wuxiang immediately confirmed their identities—they were undoubtedly disciples of the Thirty-Six Sects.

He had killed many people in the plain before, and made many cruel remarks that he would kill any independent cultivator who helped the Six Sects of Xuan Sect, so there would be no people in the martial arts world who would be so stubborn as to look for people from the Zhenxing Sect.

They also mentioned "repaying the sect", which sounded like they thought the sect had a way to deal with the true spirit that had descended to the world. Ordinary independent sects would never have such confidence.

But, these people are going to the Nether Nine Abyss? What are they going there for? Are they envoys to join the True Form Religion?

At this time, the man holding the hammer spoke up: "Is the advent of the true spirit a joke? But Senior Brother Mou, the Six Mysterious Sects are no joke either. Before we set off, the teachers and leaders said that the most important thing for us is to find out whether the East Emperor Seal is still in the Nether Nine Abyss. I'm not afraid of death, but if we really go to Yulun Mountain and lose everything there, what should we do with the East Emperor Seal?"

He spat into his hands, rubbed them, and then held the hammer handle to continue digging a hole in the ground. "If you ask me, it's a good thing that the True Spirit has really descended. The first one to go is the True Form Sect nearby. The more we kill, the better! As for us, we have to finish the job first. If we want to evacuate safely, two of us should go back to the sect to report the news, and the rest of us can go to Yulun Mountain to check. Otherwise, if we delay the alliance meeting, we will be guilty of a great sin!"

The other few people were silent, but this one, who sounded like a talkative person, laughed again: "You guys are silent, but you all understand, right? It's been so many years, except for the time when the Legislative Post was issued, when have the thirty-six sects been able to get together like now? I dare say that if we delay for too long, the Alliance will probably cause trouble, and then won't we all be sinners for eternity?"

At this time, the young man holding the rapier spoke, his voice sounded timid: "I, um... I think what Senior Brother Tang said makes sense. Senior brothers and sisters, we have met three people from the Tianxin Sect along the way. They all said the same thing, saying that the sect has disbanded, which should be correct. I thought... Anyway, we will definitely not be able to find anyone on Yulun Mountain. Since they asked us to inform the Tianxin Sect about the alliance meeting... then maybe we can meet a few more on the way, maybe we can even meet a chief abbot or something like that. Even if we don't meet him, we can ask their disciples to pass on a message... Tianxin Sect is already like this now, and it will be considered that one of the thirty-six sects has gathered together."

After he said this, no one spoke anymore and everyone looked at the man holding the heavy sword.

The man dug the hole in silence for a while, then suddenly slammed his heavy sword to the ground, turned around and walked back two steps, then turned back again, his face full of anger: "The Sword Sect is going too far! It was they who led the alliance of the 36 sects to form the Law, and it was their Eastern Emperor Seal that sealed the Law! They were the ones who said things like we are of the same blood and we are helping each other!"

"Now, they are fighting with the six sects and have set their sights on us! If the Tianxin Sect doesn't help them, they will destroy the Tianxin Sect? This is outrageous! I think they are almost the same as the six sects, all jackals and tigers!"

The young man holding the rapier said quickly, "Brother Mou, be careful with your words! Isn't the Yuanying Sword Immortal from the Sword Sect still nearby? They have great magical powers. If anyone hears them, we'll be in trouble!"

"What's wrong with listening?!" Senior Brother Mou, holding the heavy sword, stretched out his shoulders and shouted angrily. But after that, he said nothing more, and walked back to the pit, holding the sword, and started digging the grave again.

After digging for a few times, he seemed to feel that his anger had not subsided, and he could not help but speak in a deep voice: "There is no rush, hum. If we find the East Emperor Seal this time, the sect will send someone to take it. If things really work out, we will have a sect master who holds the seal, and we can practice seriously in the future. By then, there will be no difference between us and the Xuan Sect and the Sword Sect. We have always said to be patient for so many years, but now we can't bear it anymore and can't live anymore? This should have been done a long time ago!"

The man leaning on the gun shrugged: "Early? Earlier, the Sword Sect was still in Youjiuyuan. Who would have the courage to do it?"

Senior Brother Mou, who was holding the heavy sword, glared at him and said, "Lu Huaiyuan, don't keep saying these things that only boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige. What good is that?"

Lu Huaiyuan smiled and said, "The swordsman challenged Yulun Mountain with his sword and destroyed a sect by himself. This is already impressive. Can't we talk about it? Senior Brother Mou, you say that they are domineering, but don't you also want this kind of dominance in your heart?"

Senior Brother Mou paused with his heavy sword, and the man holding the rapier beside him quickly said, "Senior Brother Mou, Senior Brother Lu, this... stop arguing. Death is the greatest thing, let's bury this senior brother from the Tianxin Sect first? Look, he still has his eyes open!"

The two men then stopped talking and dug in silence for another quarter of an hour. Finally, they dug out a deep and long grave and began to bury the people.

Li Wuxiang slowly retreated in the grass, swam back into the crevice of the rock, and sat cross-legged like a human being again.

Are these six people going to Nether Nine Abyss to find the Eastern Emperor Seal? From their tone, it seems that they don't intend to take it, but want to see if it is there first.

Are they going to cause trouble right under the nose of the True Form Cult? But from their tone, they seem very confident. They must have made all the necessary preparations and have something to rely on.

They also said that the Thirty-Six Sects were going to hold an alliance and that there would be a sect leader who would hold the seal... So it was the Thirty-Six Sects, and it seemed that they also wanted to seize the East Emperor Seal.

Sure enough, these people are actually tougher than I thought. I don’t know if it’s because of the inspiration from the incident of “the swordsman challenged Yulun Mountain with his sword and destroyed an entire sect by himself” - the guy with the gun named Lu Huaiyuan is really good at talking.

When I feel sleepy, the pillow appears. If this is really the will of heaven, then it is quite good for me tonight.

Li Wuxiang took out a pill from his stomach and crushed it with his fingertips, then smeared the inky black juice on his hair and evenly spread it. He then changed into a moon-white fine cotton Taoist robe and hung a palm-sized bronze mirror around his waist. He looked like an ordinary Tianxin Sect disciple.

He lay on his side on the ground, and after a while he heard voices -

"...It's nice here, let's stay here tonight. Tomorrow... there's someone over there, shhhh..."

"...Can you guys see if that person is also from the Tianxin Sect?"

(End of this chapter)