Chapter 746 - 584: Her Life, I’ll Be Taking It
Chapter 746: Chapter 584: Her Life, I’ll Be Taking It
Moon God Peak.
When Tushan Jing Ci awoke, she found herself in a quiet, secluded courtyard.
The courtyard was surrounded by layer upon layer of Arrays. These Arrays were intricately connected to the Grand Array recently established in Tushan, firmly suppressing Tushan Jing Ci’s Realm.
Tushan Jing Ci flicked her sleeve, and her golden Dharma Aspect slammed violently against the Array’s barrier. But the Array didn’t budge; not even a single crack appeared.
"Jing Ci, don’t waste your energy." Tushan Meng stood outside the courtyard, gazing calmly at her disciple. "You cannot break this Array."
"Master, you of all people should know—outsiders can’t be trusted." Tushan Jing Ci’s voice was cold. "Are you really going to place the entire fate of Tushan in the hands of that woman of unknown origin?"
"I have told you before, I know what I’m doing." Tushan Meng shook her head, a hint of resignation in her tone. "Though you have reached Immortal Realm Perfection, you are, in the end, still too young."
Tushan Meng’s gaze was profound as she looked at Tushan Jing Ci, speaking word by word. "Remember this: only by knowing how to use everything and everyone at your disposal can you be a proper Lord of Tushan! That includes using things of unknown origin!"
Tushan Jing Ci remained silent, merely staring back coldly at her master.
"Enough, I’ll say no more." Tushan Meng turned away, no longer looking at her. Her voice drifted back, "Before long, you will be grateful to me."
After returning to Wangyue Peak, Tushan Meng sat back down in the courtyard and slowly closed her eyes, still calculating something, her expression serene and focused.
Two hours later, Tushan Hongxia appeared before Tushan Meng and bowed respectfully. "Grand Elder, the Human Alliance has agreed to the negotiations."
"Mm, I know." Tushan Meng nodded slightly. Her tone was flat, betraying no emotion. "What is the situation with our Demon Alliance?"
"Well..." Tushan Hongxia hesitated, a troubled look on her face.
"Just say it," Tushan Meng said faintly.
"Yes..."
Tushan Hongxia carefully chose her words in her mind.
"Regarding your desire for peace talks with the Human Race, Grand Elder, there are indeed many in the Demon Race who no longer wish to fight."
"After all, there are rumors that the World of Ten Thousand Laws is helping the Human Alliance so fervently because it wants to use them as a blade to constantly wear down the combat strength of our Demon Race’s World."
"The World of Ten Thousand Laws is quietly recuperating over there while our Demon Race’s World is mired in civil war. They constantly worry that the World of Ten Thousand Laws will one day suddenly shatter the Barrier between the two worlds and launch a full-scale invasion against the Demon Race’s World."
"Not to mention, Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng are very likely to enter the Ascension Realm within a century, which adds its own form of invisible pressure."
"However, many Dynasties and Sects are dissatisfied, believing that peace talks would be a loss of face for the Demon Race, especially the Tengshe Clan."
After Tushan Hongxia finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.
"Go and tell the Tengshe Clan and the other Demon Cultivators who oppose the talks—this time, inviting them to Tushan isn’t necessarily about reaching an immediate agreement. For many things, we’ll just sit down and talk first. If we can’t come to an understanding, we’ll deal with it then."
After a long moment, Tushan Meng slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes profound, and spoke.
"They’ll still show an old woman like me some face."
"I understand."
Tushan Hongxia responded solemnly. With a flicker of her form, she quickly vanished into the vast darkness of the night.
In the courtyard, Tushan Meng continued to pour herself tea at a leisurely pace, but in her mind, her calculations never ceased for a moment.
The so-called "peace talks" were merely a pretext.
What she truly wanted—
—was simply to get them to come to Tushan.
That was all!
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News that the Human Alliance and the Demon Alliance were about to begin preliminary peace talks quickly spread throughout the entire Demon Race’s World.
Under Tushan’s leadership, the Human Alliance and the Demon Alliance temporarily entered a truce.
The Human Alliance was also constantly calculating the potential outcomes of the talks and what might happen.
As for who would go to Tushan to participate in the talks, the Human Alliance immediately excluded Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng from the list.
Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng could be described as the hope and future for the rise of the entire Human Alliance.
As long as the two of them remained safe, even if something unexpected happened during these talks, the Human Alliance would still possess two peerless combatants at the Ascension Realm in the future.
Xiao Mo didn’t have much objection to this arrangement by Daoist Yun Xi.
To be honest, Xiao Mo believed from the start that the chances of success for these negotiations between the Human Alliance and the Demon Alliance were minuscule. It was highly likely to end in a hasty, inconclusive manner.
’It would be useless for me to go anyway.’
Besides, Gui Junmeng had only recently come out of seclusion and had just managed to stabilize her newly broken-through Realm.
If all went according to plan, he and Jun Meng could perform the final dual cultivation within two months.
Xiao Mo’s original plan was to first help Gui Junmeng ascend to the Ascension Realm.
Once Gui Junmeng entered the Ascension Realm and achieved her own Great Dao, Xiao Mo would then find another way to help Jing Ci ascend as well.
What’s more, if he went to Tushan, it wasn’t just a matter of whether he could provide any substantial help to the talks.
After what had happened at the wedding, given Jing Ci’s current stubborn state of mind, she would likely lose her composure upon seeing him, which would only make things more troublesome.
However, one night, while Xiao Mo was meditating in his courtyard, his mind immersed in the flow of Daoist rhythm,
a Flying Sword suddenly tore through the night sky, its sharp edge aimed straight for the spot between Xiao Mo’s eyebrows.
Xiao Mo opened his eyes.
The Flying Sword stopped dead an inch from his brow, trapped by the Yin Yang River, unable to advance another step.
The body of the sword trembled, humming incessantly.
’Such heavy killing intent?’
His expression unchanged, Xiao Mo slowly reached out and tapped the Flying Sword. The killing intent and Spiritual Power on it vanished instantly.
As if all its strength had been drained, the Flying Sword fell from the air and landed on Xiao Mo’s lap.
It was a Communication Flying Sword.
Xiao Mo opened a hidden compartment on the sword’s hilt and found a slip of paper tucked inside.
He slowly unfolded the paper. Only a few short lines were written on it.
However, those few lines were enough to make Xiao Mo’s brows furrow tightly.
He stared at the slip of paper, reading it over and over again.
Finally, the paper ignited without a breeze, turning to a wisp of green smoke and a few specks of ash between Xiao Mo’s fingers—
"If you and your precious little wife don’t come to the Tushan peace talks, then I’ll be taking her life."
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