Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty Seven – The Last Straw (1/2)
Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty Seven – The Last Straw
The stairs stretched deep down as though there was no end into the darkness. The walls on all sides were engraved with all kinds of seal scripts. Some had already started to crumble. It was clear that they were ancient.
Flying down along the stone stairs, they had been moving for more than four hours but still could not see the end of the stairs.
“Sect Leader … …” the elder at the front murmured anxiously. It was unusually clear in the deathly silence and caused everyone else to jump in fright. Some of the less courageous elders changed expressions minutely and showed slight terror.
“What?” the sect leader did not stop. A hint of disdain floated at the corner of his lips. “You’re afraid?”
The elders were silent. No one made a sound.
“There’s no way around it even if you are afraid. Do you know what the outside says about us? Ha, us Xi Xuan are the second Xuan Kong Temple. The Xi Xuan Trio, tsk tsk, but none of them are in Xi Xuan. The outside says that I am useless, that is right. However, you all know the situation of the sect better than anyone. Who forced Gu Liang Dao into a corner? I said we needed to win over Shuang Yu. Hmph, the result? No one would bear to spit out some meat.”
The sect leader’s cold and sharp words echoed in the passageway. The elders faces turned black and white, no one made a sound.
“The battalions are in your hands. The battle generals are all your sons and nephews. Ha, that’s nothing. I understand letting those close to you get the benefits. But please, pick ones with some talent. Tsk tsk, in one month three battalions were defeated. No wonder other people say we are the second Xuan Kong Temple!”
“We did not receive any information beforehand … …” an elder argued.
“So people have to first notify you before attacking you?” The sect leader smiled coldly. “Look at what factions have defeated us, small factions without any fame. You are all masters at inner conflict. Tsk tsk, if you had half that skill when fighting against the outside, our sect should have conquered the four realms a long time ago.”
Embarrassment and anger mixed on the elder’s faces.
Inside the passageway, they flew for three days and three nights. Tiredness came onto the faces of the sect leader and the elders.
At the end of the stone stairs was a copper door.
“Stand guard outside,” the sect leader said coldly. All the other elders released a breath and nodded. Their expressions when they looked at the copper doors were filled with terror and respect.
The sect leader inhaled, pushed open the door and disappeared inside.
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“Uncle Zhong, for my father’s sake, please help this nephew this once.” The sect leader’s tone was low, his body bowed as he said sorrowfully, “We were defeated three times in a month, Xi Xuan’s weakness has been exposed. The surrounding factions are looking to make a move. I have investigated our battalions, they are rotten to the core. In this enormous Xi Xuan, there is no battalion that can fight!”
The large man in front of him had an indifferent expression.
The large man sat on the chair. His body was brawny like a tower of metal. Just sitting there, he gave people a strong suffocating pressure. His short hair stood up straight like wires, but was almost completely white. Scars criss-crossed horrifically on his face. His grey pupils did not hold any emotion. Any exposed part of his body was covered in a dense mat of scars that were startling to see.
There were two males standing on either side of the large man. Both of these men were also covered in scars.
“I have already repaid your father’s favor,” the large man said coolly, “I need to guard the Fiend Abyss Jail, find someone else.”
Bam.
The sect leader suddenly knelt on the ground and started to cry. “Uncle Zhong, Xi Xuan is in danger, please, save Xi Xuan! If you do not act, Xi Xuan will be destroyed! Uncle Zhong, if you are willing to come out, this nephew is willing to give up the position of sect leader.”
The large male was indifferent and unaffected. “See the guests out.”
The two men standing solemnly next to him suddenly released a sea of murderousness that hit the sect leader like a tsunami.
The sect leader’s body shook. He resisted the bone-piercing murderousness, and suddenly stopped crying. He gritted his teeth and said, “If Uncle Zhong is willing to come out of the mountain, this nephew is willing to construct the Tomb of Yun Ji!”
Boom!
The sect leader felt as though he was hit with a great hammer, flying out into the air dozens of zhang.
The large man’s grey eyes were bloodshot. For the first time, his face changed.
The sect leader ignored the blood dripping from his mouth and struggled to climb up. “Yun Ji’s contribution to our Xi Xuan is great. When the Tomb of Yun Ji is finished, I will announce as the sect leader for the core disciples and all the elders to come and mourn!”
“Your father told you this story before he died.” The large man became indifferent again.
The sect leader’s face paled. He was shocked. He hadn’t thought that Uncle Zhong had been able to guess this.
“So he knew before that Yun Ji was innocent,” the large man said to himself. His voice was desolate. “I asked to guard the Fiend Abyss Jail. Fifty years, I hadn’t thought that father and son have continued to scheme against me.”
The sect leader’s expression was ashen.
“Where are her bones?” the large man suddenly asked.
The sect leader felt that Uncle Zhong’s gaze was like a pair of pincers that held him. He was almost unable to breathe and unconsciously said, “In … … a secret room. Father had made an altar to her.”
The pressure on him eased. He collapsed on the ground and panted, looking in terror at Uncle Zhong. [1]
A moment later, the large man suddenly said, “I will agree.”
The sect leader stilled and was overjoyed. “Many thanks, Uncle Zhong, many thanks, Uncle Zhong!”
“The Tomb of Yun Ji must be built within two years.”
The large man suddenly looked sardonically at the sect leader. The scar-covered face became unspeakably strange and terrifying. “No matter how much your father schemed, he could not have expected that I only have three years left to live.”
The sect leader was stunned.