539 Where Did Liang Long Go? (1/2)

The murderous aura oozing from the men in black terrified the disciples guarding the teleportation array formation. They immediately recognized them as cultivators from the Disciplinary Hall. They answered to the three Elders and only appeared when there was a need to mete out large-scale punishments.

Wang Baole was alarmed as well. Thoughts started racing through his head as he tried to think of anything he had done that might have broken any of the sect laws. He couldn't come up with anything. It was clear that he was in a tight spot at the moment. He narrowed his eyes as his mind raced through possible ways to resolve his current problem. He raised his right hand, his voice transmission jade slip already out and ready for him to send a voice transmission to Elder Feng Qiuran.

One of the men in black frowned when they saw the jade slip in Wang Baole's hand and was about to scold Wang Baole impatiently. The middle-aged man leading the team raised his hand, silencing his subordinate. He leveled an icy stare at Wang Baole and spoke again.

”Let's not kick up a fuss. You can either come willingly, or we can make you come with us.”

Upon hearing that Wang Baole raised his eyebrow. He was about to speak when he heard a voice transmission in his ear.

”Fellow Daoist Wang, do not resist. This is nothing serious. Elder Mie Liezi simply has a few questions for you. You should contact Elder Feng Qiuran as soon as possible… right, Yun Piaozi, he's my clansman.”

The person speaking to him was the middle-aged man who was leading the party. Despite his cold eyes, he had secretly sent a message to Wang Baole. Wang Baole could see the imperceptible hint of kindness in his eyes, but it vanished the next moment and was replaced by a chilly stare.

Wang Baole didn't hesitate. He immediately sent a voice transmission to both Yun Piaozi and Feng Qiuran. Then, with an unhappy look on his face, he followed the men in black without a word.

They weren't far from the grand hall atop the mountain peak. If they traveled at top speed, it wouldn't take them long to reach their destination. The middle-aged leader kept a leisurely pace though. The delay was minimal, but he did give Wang Baole an additional fifteen minutes.

This further proved his good intentions. His subordinates clearly sensed what was going on. They looked at one another but didn't say a word. However, the chilly hostility towards Wang Baole lessened slightly. They pretended not to notice his sending and receiving voice transmissions as they headed to the grand hall.

Yun Piaozi's voice transmission arrived. After verifying the middle-aged man's identity, Wang Baole received a voice transmission from Feng Qiuran. She had only a few words for him.

”So be it. I'll be there shortly!”

Wang Baole still felt uneasy. However, he had done all that he could. He continued to mull over what he had done wrong. He followed the men in black to the grand hall. They arrived at the halls, but the men in black didn't enter. The middle-aged man in the lead eyed Wang Baole and stopped in his tracks as well.

Wang Baole took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. He didn't enter immediately. He stood outside the hall, cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

”Wang Baole seeks an audience with the Elder!”

The gates flew open as soon as Wang Baole spoke. A strong suction force surged past the open gates. It ignored Wang Baole's cultivation and whatever protections he had and grabbed Wang Baole like an enormous, invisible hand. It yanked and dragged Wang Baole into the great hall.

Wang Baole heard a loud buzzing in his head. His entire body ached, and his flesh and bones felt as if they were being crushed. He shook violently as if he had been dragged into a tornado. As he reeled back in shock and terror, he heard Feng Qiuran's snort echoing from afar. Then, another strong force approached and began to battle with the invisible hand that was holding him prisoner.

Wang Baole shuddered as a series of loud booms thundered. The invisible hand didn't disappear after it had dragged him into the hall. He staggered and fell to his knees. Blood surged in his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. He lifted his head and saw, seated at the front of the hall, an expressionless Mie Liezi!

Behind him, Feng Qiuran marched through the gates with a dark look on her face.

”Mie Liezi, what do you mean by this?”