Huangxiu

Chapter 1208 Teasing
"Listen carefully," Zhu Lingyun said in a deep voice, his lips moving but no sound came out.

Sun Haoyang and Hu Chengxiang could not hear anything.

Zhao Ruilin looked serious, nodding from time to time as he pondered deeply.

After a cup of tea, Zhu Lingyun stopped moving his lips and said coldly, "Have you remembered it?"

Zhao Ruilin looked embarrassed.

Zhu Lingyun shook his head: "Say it again. If you still can't remember it after this time, then don't practice anymore!"

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty!" Zhao Ruilin said in a deep voice.

Zhu Lingyun moved his lips again but made no sound.

Chu Zhiyuan stood behind a tree, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

The extrasensory perception captured Zhu Lingyun's voice, and it was indistinguishable from hearing it with the ears.

He pondered this secret technique carefully.

It is a secret technique that stimulates potential and unleashes power.

This technique is extremely sophisticated, involving the application of soul power, and is at a very high level.

But it is indeed a great loss, damaging not only the spirit but also the soul, which is the potential for the future.

But for a person who is about to die, who cares about anything else?

What use is the potential of a dead person, no matter how high?

First, we need to survive this life-or-death ordeal before worrying about anything else. Besides, there should be some secret methods to replenish the soul.

How can this technique be interrupted?

He pondered how to break the spell and finally concluded that it had to be interrupted as soon as it was cast, otherwise it would be difficult to interrupt it again.

Thinking of this, his gaze sharpened, and he smiled slightly.

Look up and glance to the west.

In that direction, Zhou Chongming and the other three masters were rushing over.

For them, a hundred miles is not far, and an hour is more than enough.

Will I be able to deal with the statues inside the Giant Spirit Sect in an hour?
Thinking of this, he glanced towards the valley and looked at the statues.

The source of those statues was the evil lord who descended upon Zhu Lingyun.

Through these statues, the Evil Lord can both bestow power upon the disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect and receive the power gathered by them.

If these statues are destroyed, will the concentrated thoughts of the Giant Spirit Sect disciples be able to be transmitted to the Evil Lord?

If there's a chance to sever this power transmission channel, it's worth a try.

It doesn’t hurt to try.

……

Zhao Ruilin drifted out of the valley alone, heading towards the direction of the Undying Evil Lord statue.

Zhu Lingyun followed closely from a distance of one mile, concealing his presence and making no trace of his aura.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

Zhu Lingyun's ability to conceal his aura is extremely high, making him appear and disappear intermittently.

This secret technique is indeed powerful.

The divine lord's secret techniques came one after another, each one extraordinary.

If I hadn't forcibly suppressed the sword spirit of the Giant Spirit Sword, I really wouldn't have been able to defend against this sudden assassination attempt.

Unexpected events can occur unexpectedly, making them difficult to prevent.

This secret technique was just as wondrous; it would have been kept secret if one hadn't been constantly monitoring it with their extrasensory perception.

It can only be said that he was unlucky; he just happened to be able to counter these secret techniques.

Once they had completely left the valley, he reappeared inside.

As soon as it appeared, the golden sword pierced out and destroyed a statue.

It disappears the next moment, then reappears next to another statue, and destroys it again.

After several flashes, all the evil lord statues in the valley were destroyed.

"Ugh——!"

A beam of black light shot into the sky, emitting a mournful howl that echoed throughout the entire valley.

The valley suddenly erupted in a frenzy all night.

"Who?"

"what happened?!"

"Idol! Idol!"

"What's wrong with the statue? Is there something wrong with the statue? What's wrong?"

"The idol is broken!"

"Someone has destroyed the idol! Catch him!"

The mournful howls and roars echoed through the valley.

The disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect were like headless flies, flying around aimlessly, searching for Chu Zhiyuan's presence.

On the roof of the main hall, Sun Haoyang and Hu Chengxiang had grim expressions.

Sun Haoyang gritted his teeth: "What a despicable guy! ...Could it be that he could see in our direction, allowing him to take advantage of the situation?"

This move is a classic example of exploiting weaknesses and vulnerabilities; it's impossible for it to be a coincidence.

There's only one possibility: he's been watching this area closely, secretly observing from nearby, which is why his observations are so precise.

“That should be the case.” Hu Chengxiang said slowly with a stern face, “Junior brother, the two of us cannot be separated.”

"Hmm—?" Sun Haoyang asked, puzzled.

Hu Chengxiang said, "If we separate, he might ambush and assassinate us." "...We can't separate," Sun Haoyang gritted his teeth. "That's too despicable!...Or should we call our senior brother back?"

Hu Chengxiang sighed and said, "The deity will go mad."

This is something they can manipulate at will.

They weren't just toying with the three of them, or the Giant Spirit Sect; they were also manipulating the God Venerable.

When the deity first descended, they felt that the deity was awe-inspiring and unapproachable, powerful and mysterious, looking down upon all living beings like a god.

But now that thought is crumbling without me even realizing it.

It turns out that even the gods were being manipulated and played around, and were helpless against that guy.

Unbeknownst to them, their reverence for the deity dissipated and crumbled.

They knew it was wrong, but they couldn't control themselves.

Hu Chengxiang said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, you must not tell the disciples about this."

Sun Haoyang said helplessly, "But so many experts have died, how could the disciples not know?"

News of the dead travels the fastest; before the gods descended, not so many people had died.

After the deity descended, so many experts were killed by others, and they were still unable to do anything about the murderer.

The disciples may not say anything on the surface, but how could they not have their own thoughts in private?

They are, after all, human beings, not soulless puppets.

Hu Chengxiang frowned, looking at the Giant Spirit Sect disciples running around in the valley, and shouted in a deep voice, "What are you running around for!?"

A middle-aged man floated to the front of the hall, clasped his hands and looked up, saying, "Elder Hu, the culprit who destroyed the statue has disappeared. We are searching for him."

"Those sneaky, despicable scoundrels, they've disappeared, so be it!" Hu Chengxiang shouted. "Everyone, keep to your duties!"

"But the idol..."

"Ignore the statues for now, pretend nothing happened!" Hu Chengxiang shouted. "Everyone go about your own business, work in groups of at least four, no one is allowed to go alone!"

"……Yes."

The middle-aged man was puzzled and unwilling, but under the cold stares of Hu Chengxiang and Sun Haoyang, he could only reluctantly clasp his hands in a fist and grit his teeth to agree.

He turned and left, his shouts of rebuke directed at the Giant Spirit Sect disciples, quickly restoring peace to the valley.

But beneath the calm surface, a much larger undercurrent is brewing.

Hu Chengxiang was in a heavy mood.

Sun Haoyang said, "Senior Brother Hu, we're in a bit of trouble."

This means they've raided their base, leaving them not only powerless to retaliate but also worried about a sneak attack or assassination.

He felt his hair stand on end; the valley had become extremely unsafe.

Hu Chengxiang's expression was solemn.

He had of course considered the danger. If the deity had destroyed the disciples in the valley instead of the statue, countless disciples would have died.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

He saw Zhao Ruilin suddenly turn and head in another direction, towards Zhou Chongming and the others.

Chu Zhiyuan immediately realized that Zhao Ruilin was also very perceptive and had sensed Zhou Chongming and the others ten miles away.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then vanished in a flash, appearing behind Zhou Chongming and the others the next instant.

Zhou Chongming sensed his appearance, turned his head to look, and then floated back to his side.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in greeting: "Elder."

"Any other news?"

"Ten miles ahead lies Zhao Ruilin, the sect leader of the Giant Spirit Sect, and the descending Evil Lord."

“Ten miles…” Zhou Chongming pondered.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Elder, I suggest we change direction and avoid them."

“…I’ll discuss it with them,” Zhou Chongming said.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Qi Qingmei, who was in front, turned her head and glanced at him sideways.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in apology and smiled apologetically.

He sensed the anger in Qi Qingmei's eyes.

Qi Qingmei snorted.

Zhou Chongming smiled and stepped forward, calling Lu Gengshen and Li Xinhe over. He then went to Qi Qingmei and told her about Chu Zhiyuan's situation.

They immediately began to discuss, and after a few words, Qi Qingmei beckoned with her jade-like hand.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, we need to hurry."

"We won't change course; we'll meet with Zhao Ruilin and the Divine Lord."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "Senior Sister, Zhao Ruilin is alright, but what about the Divine Lord..."

"Even the God-Emperor will have to test his skills!" Qi Qingmei snorted.

Lu Gengshen solemnly said, "We will eventually have to face this deity."

Li Xinhe said, "Let's see if he has three heads and six arms, and whether he can withstand our combined attack!"

Zhou Chongming said, "Zhiyuan, are we not confident of victory?"

He had great confidence in Chu Zhiyuan's observations.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head slightly.

Although they were both Ninth-Rank Venerables, they were indeed a level below Zhu Lingyun, the evil venerable who had descended.

It's like the difference between nine revolutions and eight revolutions, or even the difference between nine revolutions and three or four revolutions.

(End of this chapter)