Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 755 - 650: Swarming In (Part 2)
The Zhou Tian Sect, renowned for its expertise in arrays, was among the twenty-four Upper Sects. The Lingxiao Sword Sect, fierce and adept in the way of the sword, was also one of the Upper Sects, as was the Blazing Flame Sect, proficient in fire techniques…
However, there was another person closer to Jiang Hui.
He had a tall, slender figure and wore a black-and-white Daoist Robe, with a rather ordinary appearance.
But on the right side of his cheek, there were two bean-sized black moles, quite conspicuous.
He was precisely Chen Ming, the strongest True Inheritance of the Liang Yi Sect in the Heavenly Abyss.
It was apparent that his relationship with Jiang Hui was unusual, as they stayed very close together.
The two of them conversed cheerfully and eloquently, leaving little room for others to interject.
“I’ve heard that cultivators from the Spirit Treasure Sect are also coming this time.
They claim that the True Monarch’s Blessed Land originally belonged to their sect and intend to reclaim the inheritance…” Chen Ming said.
“Hmph, they’ve already defected from their sect, can they still be considered part of the Spirit Treasure Sect?
Ignore them, it’s all bluster.” Jiang Hui waved dismissively, his words full of dominance.
“The Condensed Frost Daoist from the Five Elements Sect has already arrived at the nearby Su District.
Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she has also condensed an extremely rare Water Element Pearl.
Rumor has it that she has a ten percent higher chance of advancing to Golden Core compared to ordinary Daoists…”
“The Condensed Frost Daoist, I’ve heard some rumors about her. Indeed, she is truly magnificent but quite arrogant.
However, I have a way to win her heart.”
The two continued to talk about various cultivation and cultivator-related insights, and soon the topic shifted to another matter.
“Have all those mice from the small sect been captured?” Jiang Hui asked seemingly unintentionally.
Chen Ming laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Brother Jiang, one has already been caught and is being held tightly in the dungeon of the adjacent Su District, under strict surveillance and interrogation.
I plan to gather them all and execute them in a public demonstration.
Only then can we truly intimidate the masses and demonstrate the authority of our alliance’s hierarch!”
Jiang Hui nodded in approval: “You’ve done well.
But remember, these individuals were caught for stealing my personal treasures, unrelated to anything else.”
The other cultivators around listened, their eyes flickering with understanding, wisely choosing not to comment on the matter.
They all knew.
The Taiyi Sect, one of the seven major alliance sects, was previously humiliated by a small sect and lost face at the Immortal Alliance Conference.
Because of this, Hua Baiyu, the Top Golden Core of Taiyi Sect, was severely reprimanded by the Sect Leader.
He was even punished to meditate in seclusion for three years, a heavy penalty indeed.
And Jiang Hui, being Hua Baiyu’s direct disciple, naturally had to stand up for his master.
However, such private acts of revenge could not be too overt.
They couldn’t let people associate this with the Taiyi Sect’s embarrassment at the Immortal Alliance Conference.
Some things should be done behind the scenes, as much as possible, rather than out in the open.
“You have no need to worry about how I handle things, Brother Jiang.” Chen Ming chuckled.
“Haha, indeed, I’ve always trusted your abilities.” Jiang Hui also laughed.
At this moment, a figure floated over silently like a shadow, a small young man in a gray robe.
With an ordinary appearance, he seemed unremarkable, yet he was a cultivator from the Dark Shadow Sect, another Upper Sect.
He specialized in the way of the assassin, a key player in gathering information and intelligence for the group.
“Brother Chen, I’ve found the whereabouts of the ones with your junior brother, they’re all cultivators from the Northern Domain.
But it’s strange, these people are still safe and sound, it seems they’re not as simple as they appear.”
“That remote place in the Northern Domain, could it possibly produce a true dragon?
It’s just a bunch of useless trash.” Chen Ming sneered in disdain.
He cupped his fists towards Jiang Hui and said, “Brother Jiang, I have some personal matters to settle, I shall take my leave for now, it shouldn’t take long.”
“Oh, do you need my assistance?” Jiang Hui asked casually.
“We’re not up against Daoists from any of the other seven major sects, there’s no need for you to intervene.” Chen Ming smiled.
“Then let me accompany Brother Chen.”
“I’ll join as well.”
Several cultivators close to Chen Ming, who stood beside Jiang Hui, all spoke up.
This time, Chen Ming did not refuse, and led several friends swiftly in a direction.
…
“…Ten Directions True Blood, be mine to command, use blood as the guide, forge my divine skill…”
Shen Ao stood upright on a massive rock.
His entire body emitted a green radiance, with a phantom resembling the ancient mystical beast Xuanwu, a dragon-headed, turtle-bodied serpent, slowly rising above his head.
It seemed to be swallowing primordial qi in the void, continuously transmitting it to the master below, causing his aura to gradually intensify.
Having endured many crises, Shen Ao’s arrogance had largely dissipated.
But not entirely vanished, as it transformed into a sense of urgent ambition.
He aspired to enter the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform as soon as possible and contend with the prodigies of the major sects.
’At the very least, I can’t drag down Red Hero.’ Shen Ao understood in his heart.
If it weren’t for Lou Yi’s presence, he would have long scurried back to his sect in disgrace, with no connection to any opportunities in the True Monarch’s Blessed Land.
And as he cultivated.
In the distance, beyond his line of sight, a harsh sound pierced the air suddenly from within the red mist.
Several streaks of differing lights sliced through the sky towards him.
Upon spotting Shen Ao below, they swiftly changed direction and shot towards him!
“Halt!” Shen Ao furrowed his brow and shouted sharply.
He sensed malicious intent from the approaching figures.
Yet, those streaks showed no sign of slowing.
In fact, they even accelerated, hurtling towards him with great momentum!
“Damn it, do they all take me for a pushover?!”
Shen Ao erupted in anger.
The Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform rose swiftly, hanging above his head to empower him, as he struck out with a fierce punch, echoing like a thunderclap in the void!
