Huangxiu

Chapter 1226 Strange

After retreating to a mountain peak three miles away, Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

Lu Xiaolu asked softly, "Is that Evil Lord very powerful?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly and said, "He is much more powerful than I imagined... He is the most powerful evil lord I have ever seen!"

Compared to the three evil lords we've met before, this one is at least twice as strong.

Such a powerful evil lord poses a great threat to me.

If he were to encounter the enemy alone, his three avatars would arrive and naturally be able to defeat him.

But with Lu Xiaolu by his side, he cannot have three avatars.

"Just how powerful is it?" Lu Xiaolu asked curiously.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered.

Lu Xiaolu stared at him with unblinking eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Even the two of us combined are no match for him."

"Even your Demon-Subduing Blade won't do?"

"No."

Lu Xiaolu frowned slightly: "He's so powerful... then can't we face him?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It's best to keep an eye on things from a distance and not get too close."

"...Or, how about we have our senior sisters come over and deal with this evil lord together?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Even if the senior sisters and the others worked together, they couldn't take him down?"

“The Evil Lord’s techniques are different from ours; simply using numbers to defeat fewer people is useless,” Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

He and his three clones fought together because each of them was extremely powerful, had spiritual treasures to aid them, and possessed secret techniques to counter each other; it was not simply a matter of adding up the number of people.

"Even the arrival of my senior sisters won't make a difference?"

“Senior Sister Qi can pose a threat with the Bright Moon Divine Sword. Senior Sister Qi can come over by herself. ... Senior Sister, go find Senior Sister Qi and come over. I will keep watch here.”

"Junior brother, you stay here and keep watch..."

“With my senior sister here, I’m even more worried,” Chu Zhiyuan said. “I can sense danger in advance and retreat in time.”

“…Okay then.” Lu Xiaolu thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Staying here by myself is definitely not as safe as it is for my junior brother.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going, be careful."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and waved his hand.

Lu Xiaolu transformed into a wisp of smoke, skimming the treetops at incredible speed.

Chu Zhiyuan kept his eyes fixed on Lu Xiaolu's direction while also keeping an eye on the valley.

In the valley, a crystal-clear throwing knife is stuck to a tree.

The valley, which was originally shrouded in a thick layer of smoke, is now clearly visible.

Inside the valley, beneath the statue, the three had already knelt down, kneeling before the white-robed youth.

"Divine Lord!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "This grudge cannot go unavenged!"

"Your Majesty!" a young man hurriedly said, "If we don't avenge this humiliation and wipe away this shame, the reputation of our Myriad Manifestations Sect will be ruined, and no one will take our sect seriously anymore!"

Another young man nodded hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please avenge this!"

The young man in white robes glanced coldly at the three of them, his gaze sharp as lightning.

The three of them immediately lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly.

This was an instinctive, bloodline-based suppression; they were like lambs standing before a tiger, trembling involuntarily.

"Hmph!" The white-robed youth let out a cold laugh: "Utterly foolish!"

The three dared not say anything more.

The white-robed youth sneered, "Do you think that with the combined strength of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, we can kill many city guards and break into the imperial city?"

The three of them were silent.

The young man in white snorted, "Duan Zhongqi, you speak!"

The middle-aged man, Duan Zhongqi, said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to kill many city guards. The current city guards should have been filled with many elite troops."

"So you still want revenge?" the white-robed youth sneered. "Are you hoping they'll all die?"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" Duan Zhongqi hurriedly replied.

"Hmph, you're too audacious!" The white-robed youth glanced at him sideways.

Duan Zhongqi lowered his head: "This subordinate would never dare to have such a thought. I truly wish for revenge." "Then how will you take revenge?" The white-robed youth chuckled: "Perhaps you'll have me take action?"

Duan Zhongqi said, "The Divine Venerable is invincible; killing them is as easy as turning one's hand."

"Hehe..." The young man in white robes suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Duan Zhongqi's expression changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head.

The other two youths lowered their heads even further.

One of them suddenly raised his head, clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, we are powerless to take revenge now, but if we don't, our Myriad Manifestations Sect will never be able to hold our heads high again!"

"So what if I can't lift my head?" the white-robed youth scoffed.

The young man straightened up and stubbornly stared with wide eyes: "Then it will soon decline. If its reputation is not big enough, it will not be able to attract disciples to join, and it will decline."

“Decline…” The white-robed youth shook his head and said, “Your Myriad Forms Sect’s survival in the world is not based on martial arts or cultivation.”

The young man said, "Cultivation is the foundation; everything else is just icing on the cake."

"Interesting..." the white-robed youth chuckled, "I've arrived here, and I'm actually expected to clean up your messes!"

"It is the disciples' incompetence," Duan Zhongqi said in a deep voice.

"It's not necessarily your incompetence," the white-robed youth shook his head and said, "The blame lies with my junior brother for his reckless actions."

The three of them immediately lowered their heads.

The conflicts between the gods are not something they can casually listen to, let alone get involved in.

"My junior brother..." the white-robed youth sighed softly, "is ambitious but lacks talent, and his recklessness has led to the current situation."

"..." Duan Zhongqi and the other two remained silent, their heads bowed, as if they had become deaf and mute.

“Alright, let’s not talk about him,” the white-robed youth said. “Have you received any news from your inside man?”

Duan Zhongqi nodded hurriedly: "There's news."

"what?"

"It seems that the deity of Giant Spirit Peak has been found, but there is no way to retrieve it, so he returned empty-handed and is preparing to leave this morning."

"A piece of trash!" the white-robed youth sneered.

"..."

"That good-for-nothing should be out by now, right?"

"Yes."

"I will personally go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple," the young man in white said calmly.

Duan Zhongqi said, "With Master personally taking charge, nothing is impossible!"

"I will enter the city today," said the young man in white robes.

"It's difficult to enter the city now," Duan Zhongqi said hastily. "It's very difficult to sneak in."

"You just can't get in," the white-robed youth scoffed.

"Can……"

"Junior brother is also a piece of trash. His descent was incomplete, and he can only exert half of his full power. Yet he dares to act recklessly. He really underestimates this world!"

"..." Duan Zhongqi remained silent, pretending not to have heard anything.

"Make arrangements for the rendezvous. I'll head over now and be at the Imperial Ancestral Temple by tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Chu Zhiyuan seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

It turns out he was Zhong Lingyun's senior brother, a truly formidable figure.

He said Zhong Lingyun's descent was incomplete, but judging from his tone, he was completely descented.

Therefore, his strength can be maximized, far surpassing that of Zhong Lingyun.

What he was curious about was whether the evil deity statue was worshipping not just one evil deity, but a group of evil deities.
Are all the statues of the Evil Lord of the Myriad Forms Sect made by the same person, or are they all the same, or are there different statues?
He closed his eyes, recalling the Giant Spirit Sect and the Myriad Blood Sect he had seen earlier.

Recall the evil lord statue in their lair.

It was quickly determined that it was indeed the same statue, not a different face.

Then how could two deities descend?

What's the secret behind this?
In the memories of the three evil lords, each evil sect here belongs to an evil lord, not all the evil lords of a cliff or peak.

He then looked into the statue of the evil deity in the valley and saw that its face was almost identical to that of the white-robed youth.

This is even stranger.

The evil lord descends with spirit and soul, not body, so how can he have an appearance exactly like a statue?

Was it a secret technique or mask used by the Myriad Manifestations Sect, or was there another reason?
(End of this chapter)