Chapter 495 - 251: Thousand Mechanism Sword Intent

Fortunately, Xuanyi gave Liou Yuan a chance, asking him to wait at the Wenda Tower.

This relieved Liou Yuan: "As long as the ship contract issue is resolved, I will have nothing to worry about."

The encounter of the ancient cultivator Su’e was right before his eyes. The ship contract in Liou Yuan’s pocket felt like a powder keg that could explode at any moment and had to be delivered away.

Feeling slightly more relaxed, Liou Yuan didn’t forget to glance at the Heaven-Caging Pillar before leaving.

Xuanyi had mentioned that the Heaven-Caging Pillar was not only suppressing the body of this Nightmare Demon Palace Golden Core but also immobilizing his divine sense.

Liou Yuan need not fear being influenced by him.

Just as Liou Yuan cast his gaze toward the Heaven-Caging Pillar, the purple-veined eyes of the Nightmare Demon Palace Golden Core met his, locking them in a stare.

Even after being suppressed here for sixty years, the arrogance in the eyes of this Nightmare Demon Palace Golden Core remained unscathed.

"With just a few little fish like you, you’ll be devoured to the bone in the Linlang Domain."

The Golden Core demon cultivator sneered as he spoke.

The conversation between Xuanyi and the three of them was not concealed, and the Golden Core demon cultivator heard it clearly.

He obviously did not believe that the three of them had the ability to overthrow the Nightmare Demon Palace.

Liou Yuan did not respond. After a grin, he followed in Lao Xiuyuan’s footsteps.

Inside the building responsible for the sect’s treasury dispatch.

Wang Zhuoqun was still wearing the same gray short tunic he wore when he first met Liou Yuan.

His facial features appeared youthful, but his eyes were lifeless, like those of an elderly man, slumped on a rattan chair, gazing expressionlessly at the sights outside the inner sect.

It was hard to associate his appearance with that of the inner sect disciple most likely to achieve the Golden Core stage after Xuanyi.

Suddenly, the space in front of Wang Zhuoqun’s rattan chair distorted.

A young Daoist with a face like warm jade and a charming woman with a bewildered look appeared in front of Wang Zhuoqun out of thin air.

The deathly-looking Wang Zhuoqun lifted his eyes to the young man, faking a smile that did not reach his eyes, giving people the impression of a stiff smile.

He rose from the rattan chair and gave Xuanyi a deep bow.

"Disciple Wang Zhuoqun greets Master."

Wang Zhuoqun was not only a disciple with Golden Core potential in the previous generation but also the sole inner disciple of the sect leader Xuanyi.

Xuanyi looked at Wang Zhuoqun with undisguised disappointment in his eyes,

In fact, the rumor within the sect that Xuanyi personally ordered his confinement in this building was false.

The truth was that Wang Zhuoqun had drawn his own prison, refusing to step out of this registration building.

Xuanyi stared at Wang Zhuoqun’s fake smile, responding with a faint sneer: "Do you still resent me?"

"Disciple doesn’t dare!" Wang Zhuoqun lowered his head further.

He only said he didn’t dare, not that he didn’t resent.

Xuanyi understood Wang Zhuoqun’s words but showed no anger, instead smiling.

"Do you know why I accepted you as my disciple? In the entire sect, you’re the only one that suits my taste."

Wang Zhuoqun maintained his smile, neither rising nor responding.

Xuanyi was disinclined to carry on with pleasantries, lightly instructing the bewildered Wei Miaomeng who had followed to this registration building: "Have a good chat with this older senior, he’s sick."

After speaking, Xuanyi took a step and disappeared from the building.

Leaving Wei Miaomeng, who hadn’t figured out the situation, staring blankly at Wang Zhuoqun.

Wisdom as she was, she couldn’t figure out what to do at the moment.

Wang Zhuoqun, after Xuanyi’s departure, reclined back on the rattan chair, picking up a shriveled spirit fruit, taking bites absentmindedly, showing no intent to pay attention to Wei Miaomeng.

Deep inside, he muttered to himself: "What does Master intend? To use a female cultivator trained in Dual Cultivation to seduce me?"

Wang Zhuoqun, being hailed as the most likely inner sect disciple to advance to the Golden Core stage, was no fool and immediately saw through Wei Miaomeng’s background.

In fact, neither party understood Xuanyi’s intentions.

Wei Miaomeng could only muster up a smile towards Wang Zhuoqun as instructed by Xuanyi before he left.

"Junior Sister Wei Miaomeng greets Senior Brother Wang Zhuoqun."

"I’ve long heard of Senior Brother Wang Zhuoqun’s acclaimed name..."

Having spent over twenty years in the outer sect, Wei Miaomeng started to find her rhythm after saying a few words, ready to seize the opportunity to open up a conversation with Wang Zhuoqun.

Yet the moment she uttered her name, Wang Zhuoqun, who had been chewing on the spirit fruit with a dismissive attitude, suddenly froze his movements.

He turned his head to seriously consider the female cultivator before him for the first time, his previously drooping eyes erupting with a sharp light.

"What did you say your name is?"

Wang Zhuoqun stood up from the rattan chair, rudely grabbing Wei Miaomeng’s wrist, his eyes filled with a wolfish ferocity.

"Wei Miaomeng! How dare you claim the surname Wei!"

At this moment, Wang Zhuoqun’s eyes were filled with crimson ferocity, and his domineering aura erupted like a volcano from the body of this aged-looking man, sweeping across half the inner sect.

Countless inner sect disciples sensing this aura turned their heads in unison, their faces showing horror and amazement.

Especially the sword cultivators in the sect, who found their swords trembling uncontrollably, as if they would shoot towards the source of the aura at any moment.

At this time, a blue-clad man emerged from the depths of the inner sect, standing atop a tower’s high platform not far from the registration building, gazing at the rising aura within, murmuring with a hint of reflection in his eyes: "Thousand Mechanism!"