Chapter 833 - 396: Sheep Wu Qingnang! See You Again at Zhenwu Mountain_2

Chapter 833: Chapter 396: Sheep Wu Qingnang! See You Again at Zhenwu Mountain_2

"Heh heh, sis, when it comes to reasoning, I can’t out-talk you. In this world, after all, the highest path is revered. You’re stronger than me, I’ve got nothing to say." Mao Baiguang grinned.

"You can take me back."

Mao Baifeng was silent, saying nothing, merely watching her disappointing brother coldly.

Finally, after a long while, she shook her head and murmured: "Take you back for what? Living as you are is a sin, only bringing shame to the Mao family."

With these words, Mao Baiguang’s face changed drastically, surprise flooded his eyes.

"You want to kill me?"

"Colluding with the Wuwei Sect is already a capital crime. You living is a stain on the Mao family." Mao Baifeng said coldly.

For her, whether Mao Baiguang admitted his crimes or not was entirely irrelevant. His denial was a hidden danger, his admission only a stain on the Mao family.

As long as he was dead, all problems would cease to exist.

Compared to individuals, the Dao and Dharma lineage were the most important.

"Sis, you really want to kill me?" Mao Baiguang gritted his teeth.

Rumbling...

Before he finished speaking, a fierce energy burst forth like a blade slicing towards Mao Baiguang.

A great crashing sound echoed in the ancient temple, beads of sweat dripping from Mao Baiguang’s forehead as he looked sideways, a strand of hair fell, a crack appeared three inches at his feet on the ground.

"Begone, far away, leave Jiangnan Province..."

"From now on, you no longer bear the name Mao!"

Mao Baifeng bit her silver teeth tightly. In the end, she couldn’t achieve Supreme Forgetting Emotions, couldn’t bring herself to harm her little brother.

"Sis..."

"Go!" Mao Baifeng shouted.

Mao Baiguang’s expression tightened, casting a deep look at her, then he quickly slipped out of the ancient temple, out of the mountain gate.

"Can’t escape the debts of grievances and kin!"

At this moment, an old sigh echoed in the ancient temple.

Mao Baifeng’s heart trembled, a trace of pain appeared on her lovely face, she softened and knelt before the divine altar.

...

The night deepened.

Yujing City, Nanchao First Grade.

Mao Baiguang drove back home, knowing that surviving the night was a stroke of misfortune among fortune, but he could no longer remain in Jiangnan Province.

Fortunately, he had assets and influence elsewhere, most crucially, a fallback with the Wuwei Sect.

He still had a chance for a comeback.

Victors are beyond reproach, as long as one day his cultivation surpasses everyone, he can return.

"Looks like you failed."

Back home, just as Mao Baiguang was about to turn on the light, a cold voice sounded in the room.

Under the faint moonlight, a svelte figure sat on the sofa, accompanied by bouts of coughing.

"Sheep!" Mao Baiguang’s eyelids twitched.

"You should know the chance of success was never big from the start."

Mao Baiguang calmed down, speaking in a deep voice: "You knew I would fail all along."

"I didn’t know, cough cough cough... But... it’s worth attempting anything if there’s a shred of hope."

"A shred of hope? Do you know the risks I took? The cost is too great." Mao Baiguang gritted his teeth.

"Cost? What cost? Are you referring to yourself?"

Suddenly, the cold voice laughed, a trace of mockery hidden in the laughter.

"You overestimate yourself."

With these words, Mao Baiguang immediately became alert, instinctively stepping back.

"What do you want to do? I... I still have value..."

"What value do you have? You’ve already been exposed..."

"I..."

Mao Baiguang’s face changed drastically, the word "I" just leaving his mouth when his body trembled fiercely. His primordial spirit involuntarily left his body, falling into the hand of the figure on the sofa.

Meanwhile, Mao Baiguang’s physical form rapidly withered at a visible speed, turning into a strip of dried meat in an instant.

"Exposed pawns can only be discarded."

The cold voice echoed in the cold and clear house, followed by the harsh sound of chewing, accompanied by the wailing of Mao Baiguang’s primordial spirit.

A night breeze blew, ruffling the sheer curtains, the faint moonlight streaming in, illuminating the figure on the sofa, his face as pale as paper, full of sickness, revealing Wu Qingnang...

Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance President, Wu Qingnang!

Wuwei Sect, Sheep Wu Qingnang!

...

The next day, morning.

Invisible Mountain Cafe.

Zhang Fan had arranged to meet Li Yishan. In the afternoon, he was to fly to Zhenwu Mountain to attend the disciple ceremony of Transcendent Zhenren.

"I see you looking radiant. Did something good happen?"

Upon meeting, Li Yishan sized up Zhang Fan and couldn’t help but ask.

"I got a treasure last night." Zhang Fan lowered his head, looking at his phone, grinning.

Last night, he slept clutching the Black Gold Ancient Seal, barely getting any sleep.

"What treasure?" Li Yishan couldn’t help but ask.

"I’ll tell you later, let me book a hotel first."

"You’re going to attend the disciple ceremony at Zhenwu Mountain, aren’t they arranging accommodations?"

"Who do you think I am? I’m not an invited guest. How could they arrange accommodation for me?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

This ceremony only had accommodations for invited sects or elder generation special guests.

Someone like Zhang Fan, a mere observer, had to arrange everything on his own.

"You’re really not coming with me?" Zhang Fan casually asked.

"Nonsense."

Li Yishan rolled his eyes: "Do you even know what occasion this is, and who I am?"

With experts gathering from every Daoist sect, even the Daoist Alliance Headquarters sending people to congratulate, there might be someone who could see through Human Xiao’s guise.

It’s like a hat-wearing uncle hosting a conference, and a wanted criminal crashing the event.

At that point, it wouldn’t be joining the fun, but walking right into a trap.

Li Yishan would become the most infamous Human Xiao in Wuwei Sect history, earning a legacy of being praised in posterity with a sly comment like, "A tadpole has a frog tattoo; what are you showing off, idiot!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang!"

Just then, a familiar voice called from behind. Zhang Fan turned around, surprised to see an old acquaintance.

"An Wuyang!"

Zhang Fan was taken aback, never expecting to see the descendant of Zhongnan Mountain, whom he had taken advantage of the night before.

"It seems we are destined, Fellow Daoist, meeting again." Zhang Fan stood up and greeted.

Yesterday, he heard from Fang Changle that An Wuyang’s losses would be covered by Maoshan.

While Zhang Fan felt relieved, there was a sense of oddity. He felt the old folks at Maoshan seemed to have some inkling about his situation.

However, a wise person never probes too deeply.

"I’m just handling some matters with the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance." An Wuyang said calmly.

The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance was just across the street from the Invisible Mountain Cafe.

"Congratulations on acquiring a new treasure, Fellow Daoist." An Wuyang congratulated, though the tone was indifferent.

Zhang Fan chuckled awkwardly: "Thanks to your blessing, indeed."

Honestly, Zhang Fan harbored no grudge against An Wuyang, this disciple of Zhongnan Mountain. He didn’t feel particularly good or bad about him.

On the contrary, if not for An Wuyang’s generous gift, his Black Gold Ancient Seal couldn’t have upgraded to the Cyan Feather Treasure.

So Zhang Fan’s words of "thanks" were sincere, from the heart.

However, upon hearing this, An Wuyang’s eyelids involuntarily twitched.

"By the way, will you be attending Transcendent Zhenren’s disciple ceremony, Fellow Daoist?" Zhang Fan changed the subject.

It was rumored that An Wuyang was a hot candidate to be Transcendent Zhenren’s closed-door disciple, so he certainly wouldn’t miss such an important event.

"Mm." An Wuyang nodded.

"Then we’ll see each other at Zhenwu Mountain." Zhang Fan smiled, signaling to Li Yishan with his eyes.

Despite having taken advantage of An Wuyang, Zhang Fan maintained a good attitude, primarily to avoid making the other uncomfortable, so he signaled for Li Yishan to leave.

"See you at Zhenwu Mountain!" An Wuyang said lightly.

"Let’s go!"

With that, Zhang Fan and Li Yishan headed for the door, leaving Invisible Mountain Cafe.

An Wuyang’s face returned to calm, his eyes followed Zhang Fan’s departing figure, then fell on Li Yishan beside him.

"Human Xiao!?"

An Wuyang murmured quietly, a deep and meaningful light appearing in his profound eyes.