Setelah ribut-ribut seharian, Sekte Qingyuan terasa luar biasa sunyi di malam hari.
Terutama di sebuah puncaksunyi yang sudah lama tidak dihuni, sekarang sekelompok tamu tak diundang telah tiba. Mereka melangkah pelan-pelan, nyaris seolah-olah hanya lewat, dan tampaknya tak pernah menarik perhatian siapa pun.
"Itu di situ adalah Puncak Qunyu, pintu masuk ke Mausoleum Kekaisaran Shang Agung."
Situ Ding berdiri dengan tangan terjepit di belakang punggung, ekspresinya menggambarkan keheran dan keraguan.
"Lalu kita menunggu apa lagi?" Mo Chaozong yang tampak lemah lembut ingin memimpin, tetapi dihentikan oleh Situ Ding.
"Tempat yang penting begini, kenapa tak ada penjaga sama sekali? Terlalu sunyi sekali."
Situ Ding menyuarakan dugaannya.
Sekte Qingyuan adalah warisan yang ditinggalkan oleh penjaga makam mausoleum Kekaisaran Shang Agung. Namun kini, di pintu masuk Puncak Qunyu, tak ada seorangpun terlihat.
Akankah Sekte Qingyuan telah melupakan akar budaya ini sepenuhnya?
"Wakil Pemimpin Sekte, mungkin Anda tidak tahu, namun tempat ini sebenarnya berada di bawah pengawasan seseorang."
"Siapa?"
"Shang Wu."
"...Bagaimana Anda tahu?"
"Lihat."
Seorang pengikut sekte itu menunjuk jari. Situ Ding mengikuti arahnya dan terkejut melihat sebuah papan tanda:
[Shang Wu Ada di Dalam. Dilarang Masuk.]
Situ Ding:u2026u2026
Yuwen Cuojin:u2026u2026
Sesuatu terasa aneh, tapi setidaknya ini menjelaskan mengapa tidak ada orang lain di sini. Apa bedanya dengan tanda 'Waspadalah terhadap Anjing'?",
Tentu saja ada perbedaan. Seekor anjing ganas akan lebih dapat diandalkan dan tidak akan meninggalkan postingnya untuk mabuk seperti kemungkinan Shang Wu.
Fakta bahwa Shang Wu ditugaskan untuk mengawal Puncak Qunyu justru memperlihatkan permasalahannya.
Di samping itu, mereka telah melihat di aula puncak utama bahwa hampir semua para tetua sekte sedang minum dan bersenang, sama sekali tidak siap.
"Aku mengharapkan Sekte Qingyuan akan begitu longgar. Situ, apakah kita bertindak sekarang?"
Yuwen Cuojin belum jauh pulih. Awalnya, kedua wakil pemimpin berada di pangkuan yang sama, tetapi kali ini, Situ Ding mengambil keputusan.
"Jangan gegabah. Kita harus benar-benar yakin kali ini. Pertama, tunggu para bawahan Upper Immortal terkumpul."
Suara Situ Ding tidak bisa menyembunyikan kegembiraannya.
Sebenarnya, berhasil mengembalikan formasi Siklus Hidup dan Kematian sudah cukup untuk menyelesaikan tugas Pemimpin Sekte.
Tapi sekarang, tampaknya apa yang bisa mereka capai jauh melampaui itu.
Kali ini, mereka mungkin bisa menghancurkan Sekte Qingyuan sekaligus!
Memikirkan hal itu, Situ Ding tidak bisa tidak tertawa kecil.
"Hehehe...u2026"
"Kenapa Wakil Pemimpin tertawa?"
Tepat pada saat itu, sebuah suara familiar terdengar dari belakang. Para anggota kultus kembali untuk melihat sebaris orang yang berdiri di sana, wajah mereka tak terlihat. Berdasarkan pakaian yang mereka pakai, sepertinya lebih seperti petani kultus sebenarnya..."
"Aku tertawa karena kebodohan Li Mo, kekurangan strategi Sekte Qingyuan, dan para tetuanya tak lebih dari sekumpulan ayam yang tidak berguna."
Situ Ding tertawa, sambil menirunggu tangan dengan penuh puji-pujian.
"Dengan bantuan Anda, seperti menggunakan pisau dapur untuk membunuh ayam."
Shangguan Wencang:u2026u2026
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Qian Bufan:u201cApa yang Anda katakan! Apa yang Anda katakan!"
Brutal!
Tapi lagi pula, mereka adalah petani kultus; tidak memiliki etika adalah hal normal. Lebih baik jangan terlalu memikirkan hal-hal sepert itu sekarang.
Yuwen Cuojin berkata dengan tawa riang,
"Menurut investigasikami, para tetua Sekte Qingyuan semuanya telah pergi ke suatu tempat untuk bersenang. Tak ada bayanganpun yang terlihat."
Mo Chaozong juga mengertuk giginya dan berkata,
"Bahkan orang-orang kuat dari sekte lain yang kuat juga pergi lebih awal, siapa tahu ke mana. Aku pikir mereka benar-benar meremehkan Sekte Qingyuan. Mereka hanya datang ke sini karena menghormati Li Mo. Pada akhirnya, ini adalah sekte kecil, tidak mampu mencapai kesuksesan!"
Setelah kata-kata ini, semua pengikut kultus tampak bersemangat, terus meneriakkan tawa rendah tanpa henti.
Saya pikir kata-kata Anda mengandung sedikit rasa dendam pribadi.
Sudut mulut Shangguan Wencang bergerak, tetapi ia tidak berkata apa-apa. Identitasnya saat ini adalah sebagai bawahan Upper Immortal dari Black Earth, jadi ia memandang Qin Yuzhi dengan mencurigakan.
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"Hmm, bahkan sudah menyadar dan masih menunggu kami di sini menunjukkan keletikan yang stabil."
Qin Yuzhi mengangguk setuju dengan sungguh-sungguh.
"Dengan penerus seperti Anda, bagaimana kultus Kami tidak akan berkembang?"
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Situ Ding tidak keberatan, tetapi Yuwen Cuojin berkata:
"Si kembar liar Li Mo telah berulang kali menghalangi rencana besar kultus kami. Sejak kami sudah memiliki bantuan Senior Qin untuk misi mausoleum kekaisaran, mengapa tidak mengunjungi sendiri paviliun Autumn Water?"
"...Juga bagus."
Situ Ding juga merasa kata-katanya masuk akal. Bahkan seorang singa harus menggunakan seluruh kekuatannya untuk menangkap seekor kelinci.
Meskipun belum sepenuhnya sembuh, Yuwen Cuojin tetap berada di Ranah Ketujuh.
Seorang ahli Ranah Ketujuh yang berurusan dengan seorang di Ranah Keempat — seharusnya pasti aman, kan? Bahkan jika Martial Mahkota dilahirkan kembali, ia hanya akan kehilangan nyawanya!
"Maka kita membagi menjadi dua kelompok."
Setelah itu, Yuwen Cuojin berangkat.
"Aku juga akan pergi bersama Pemimpin Sekte Yuwen."
Dibandingkan dengan penasaran tentang formasi Siklus Hidup dan Kematian, Mo Chaozong kini lebih ingin mencari Li Mo.
Akhirnya, itu adalah artefak yang Kultus Pemanggil Iblis inginkan; menginginkannya tidak berguna baginya.
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After the clamor of the day, the Qingyuan Sect appeared exceptionally quiet at night.
Especially on a certain barren peak that had been uninhabited for a long time, a group of uninvited guests had now arrived. They approached silently, almost as if just passing by, and seemed to have attracted no one's attention.
"That there is Qunyu Peak, the entrance to the Great Shang Imperial Mausoleum."
Situ Ding stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression tinged with surprise and doubt.
"Then what are we waiting for?" The seemingly frail Mo Chaozong wanted to take the lead, but was stopped by Situ Ding.
"Such an important place, why is there no guard? It's too quiet." Situ Ding voiced his suspicion.
The Qingyuan Sect was the legacy left by the tomb guardians of the Great Shang Imperial Mausoleum. Yet now, at the entrance to Qunyu Peak, there wasn't even a living soul in sight.
Had the Qingyuan Sect forgotten its roots so completely?
"Deputy Sect Leader Situ, you may not know, but this place actually is under someone's watch."
"Who?"
"Shang Wu."
"...How do you know?"
"Look."
That cult follower pointed a finger. Situ Ding followed his direction and was startled to see a sign:
[Shang Wu Inside. No Trespassing.]
Situ Ding: "...."
Yuwen Cuojin: "......"
Something seemed off, but at least it explained why there was no one else here. What was the difference between this and a 'Beware of the Dog' sign?
Well, there was a difference. A vicious dog would be more reliable and wouldn't abandon its post to go drinking like Shang Wu probably did.
But the fact that Shang Wu was assigned to guard Qunyu Peak itself revealed the problem.
Moreover, they had seen at the main peak's great hall that nearly all the sect's elders were drinking and making merry, utterly unprepared.
"To think the Qingyuan Sect would be so lax. Situ, shall we act now?"
Yuwen Cuojin's injuries were not yet healed. Originally, the two deputy leaders were on equal footing, but this time, Situ Ding was taking the lead.
"Don't be hasty. We must be one hundred percent certain this time. First, wait for the subordinates of the Upper Immortal to assemble." Situ Ding's tone could not conceal his excitement.
Originally, successfully retrieving the Cycle of Life and Death Array would have been enough to complete the Sect Leader's task.
But now, it seemed what they could accomplish might far exceed that.
This time, they might be able to wipe out the Qingyuan Sect in one fell swoop!
Thinking of this, Situ Ding couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
"Hehehe...."
"Why does the Deputy Sect Leader laugh?"
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind. The demonic cult members turned to see a line of people standing there, their faces unseen. Judging by their attire, they looked more like professional demonic cultists than the cult members themselves...
"I laugh at Li Mo's lack of wisdom, the Qingyuan Sect's lack of strategy, and its elders being nothing but a flock of worthless fowl."
Situ Ding chuckled, cupping his hands in flattery. "With your assistance, it's like using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken."
Shangguan Wencang: "......"
The Elders: "....."
Qian Bufan: "What kind of talk is that! What kind of talk!"
How rude!
But then again, they were a demonic cult; having no manners was normal. It was best not to dwell on such matters now.
Yuwen Cuojin said with a hearty laugh, "According to our investigation, the Qingyuan Sect's elders have all gone off somewhere to indulge in pleasures. Not a single shadow can be seen."
Mo Chaozong also gnashed his teeth and said, "Even those powerful individuals from other sects left early, who knows where. I think they simply look down on the Qingyuan Sect. They only came up the mountain out of respect for Li Mo. In the end, it's a minor sect, incapable of achieving greatness!"
After these words, all the cult followers looked excited, their low chuckles continuing without end.
I think your words carry a bit of personal resentment.
The corner of Shangguan Wencang's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak. His current identity was that of a subordinate of the Black Earth Upper Immortal, so he cast an inquiring glance at Qin Yuzhi.
"Hmm, realizing this and still waiting for us here shows a steady temperament."
Qin Yuzhi nodded approvingly. "With successors like you, how could our Divine Cult not prosper?"
"It is all because you, venerable one, laid the foundation for the Divine Cult. Throughout the cult, our admiration for you is like an endless flowing river..."
Situ Ding did not hold back his praises for this forbidden existence.
Qin Yuzhi thought to herself, what nonsense. If that's true, why didn't you release me?
She waved her hand and said:
"Enough idle talk. Let's set off now."
Situ Ding had no objections, but Yuwen Cuojin said:
"That brat Li Mo has repeatedly thwarted our cult's major plans. Since we already have Senior Qin's assistance for the imperial mausoleum mission, why don't I personally pay a visit to the Autumn Water Pavilion?"
"That... is also good." Situ Ding also felt his words made sense. Even a lion must use all its strength to catch a rabbit.
Even if not fully healed, Yuwen Cuojin was still at the Seventh Realm.
A Seventh Realm expert dealing with a Fourth Realm one—that should be foolproof, right? Even if the Martial Emperor were reborn, he would only meet his end!
"Then we split into two groups."
Having said that, Yuwen Cuojin set off.
"I will go with Sect Leader Yuwen as well." Compared to curiosity about the Cycle of Life and Death Array, Mo Chaozong now wanted to find Li Mo more.
After all, that artifact was something the Demon-Summoning Cult wanted; coveting it was useless for him.
Thus, the two headed in the direction of the Autumn Water Pavilion.
After they left, the group ascended Qunyu Peak.
As they walked, Situ Ding suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, where has the Right Protector gone? Why haven't we seen her?"
"She has other important business."
Hearing the full note of envy in Qin Yuzhi's tone, Situ Ding was puzzled.
.......
At the same time, elsewhere.
"Someone practiced martial arts here before?"
Yuwen Cuojin moved swiftly and soon arrived near the Autumn Water Pavilion. Looking at the waterfall before him, he could tell at a glance that someone had practiced external martial arts here.
And judging by the traces, it was no more than two years ago.
Anyone could guess with their toes who left these marks.
"In less than two short years, he went from the Blood and Qi Realm to his current level. If we wait a few more years for him..."
Yuwen Cuojin deeply realized that this youth absolutely could not be left alive.
Fortunately, they discovered him early, and he had come personally. He reckoned that kid wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.
"You came quite early."
"Who?"
Yuwen Cuojin turned around and only then let out a sigh of relief.
It was actually that Right Protector.
But strangely enough, although her cultivation was between the Sixth and Seventh Realms, a level lower than his, why could she appear and disappear so mysteriously without him sensing it?
Could it be that the Dao she previously mastered was related to concealment and stealth?
"My presence here is sufficient, Right Protector. Perhaps you should go to Qunyu Peak."
"No, I was actually waiting for you here."
Shang Qinqing's tone was unfriendly. "If not for waiting for you, I should be watching rivers of blood flow by now."
Yuwen Cuojin: "?"
Before he could voice his confusion, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Opposite him, Shang Qinqing suddenly let out a long cry. The surrounding space brightened, and an ancient Marriage Fate Tree materialized, ancient and weathered yet exuding a sense of immortal beauty.
Except, upon closer look, this tree was withered and decaying, its beauty marred by a strong sense of dissonance.
But now, its branches swayed, glowing with an amber radiance, sprouting emerald-green new leaves. It was rapidly reviving, once again emanating the aura of the Seventh Realm.
"The Dao of Marriage Fate? You are..."
Yuwen Cuojin suddenly realized with a shock.
"Sugar, come!"
Shang Qinqing took a step forward, re-entering the Palm Mystique Realm.
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