Chapter 903 - 818: Hugging the Big Leg
In the blink of an eye, the people from the Martial Clan were all annihilated.
“What a pity, the little monk was not able to grant them deliverance personally.”
On the little boat, Qing Chen sighed with much regret.
“I’ve figured it out… Whenever there’s a fight, the first thing to do is to restrict those four unworldly individuals: Senior Sister Zi Ling, Junior Brother Jiang, Junior Brother Lin, and Junior Sister Su…”
It was Lu Rang who spoke.
“Let’s go, back to the Martial Desolate Realm.”
Nan Feng also spoke.
Now that the enemy had been wiped out, it was time to return.
At once, the small boat began to descend slowly.
Ultimately, it reappeared in the skies of the Northern Border of the Martial Desolate Realm.
“Greetings to the masters!”
Wu Xiaokun and Wu Zhenhai had been waiting, and when they saw their return, they came forward to pay their respects.
“No need for formalities, how is it going, was the cleanup of the Martial Desolate Realm successful?”
Long Zixuan inquired.
They had gone beyond the realm to meet the enemy, while the Oathguard Clan had stayed within the Martial Desolate Realm.
All the major powers that had gone to the Deadman Wilderness in the Martial Desolate Realm had been annihilated, and the Oathguard Clan was responsible for sweeping up the aftermath of the battle.
Including the treasure vaults and resources of all major powers.
“Reporting to the master, the Northern Border has been unified; places like War God Academy and Tailing Sect have been completely cleared!”
“Now, Ming Shan and his people are heading to other major regions.”
“To unify the Martial Desolate Realm is but a matter of days!”
Wu Zhenhai spoke with excitement.
This time, the Oathguard Clan would rule the entire Martial Desolate Realm!
Long Zixuan nodded and said,
“Well… that’s acceptable.”
“This mirror, I give to you.”
He casually handed an ancient mirror to Wu Xiaokun.
Wu Xiaokun stared at the ancient mirror with surprise.
The mirror, with its aura subtly hidden and its Dao charm flowing like water, faintly exuded a Jing Tian aura.
This was undoubtedly a supreme treasure!
“What… what kind of treasure mirror is this?”
Wu Zhenhai murmured.
Beside them, Han He, who had been with them, was gobsmacked and blurted out in disbelief,
“The Martial Self Mirror?!”
“It couldn’t really be the true Martial Self Mirror, could it?”
He was from the World-Stabilizing Pavilion, with a keen eye, and he instantly recognized that this ancient mirror…
It was exactly like the legendary Martial Self Mirror.
But, the Martial Self Mirror, being one of the treasures of the Martial Clan, which is one of the Nine Eternal Ancient Clans, how could it appear in the hands of Village Fishermen like them?
The emergence of the Martial Self Mirror should shake the heavens, who could oppose it?
No… This must be a replica!
He felt this was the truth and the only way he could accept it.
However, the energy contained within this ancient mirror… was too extraordinary, even though it’s a replica, it was incredibly lifelike and definitely a significant treasure.
Such a treasure changing hands implies… the people from the Martial Clan were actually defeated by the likes of the Village Fisherman? Even the replica of the significant treasure was taken away!
Han He cautiously stepped forward and asked, “May I inquire if any of you have seen our Pavilion Master?”
Before Long Zixuan and the others had set off, he had secretly sent a message to Pavilion Master Yu Linglong.
And at that time, Yu Linglong, along with the people from the Main Pavilion, were waiting in the void.
A great battle had occurred, and the Village Fishermen and others had safely returned; this indicated that the Main Pavilion side likely had been defeated, too.
Had… the Pavilion Master come to harm?
But as soon as he finished speaking, a clear and beautiful voice had already sounded:
“I am unharmed.”
The crowd turned around, and a woman wearing a veil had approached them unnoticed.
It was none other than Yu Linglong, the Pavilion Master of the World-Stabilizing Pavilion in the Martial Desolate Realm.
Her figure was graceful, and moving lightly, she approached and gently bowed to Long Zixuan and the others, saying:
“Yu Linglong greets everyone.”
Long Zixuan and the others nodded and said,
“We remember the help the Pavilion Master gave to the Oathguard Clan.”
The World-Stabilizing Pavilion sent Han He with messages and all sorts of treasures, which indeed called for gratitude.
Yu Linglong smiled slightly and said,
“To be honest, Yu Linglong was only gambling.”
“I won’t conceal the fact from you; I, along with the people from the World-Stabilizing Pavilion Main Hall, were also present in the void.”
“Had you not been strong enough, the World-Stabilizing Pavilion Main Hall would have taken action against you, and at that time, Yu Linglong could only watch from the sidelines, not daring to assist.”
“But now it seems, Yu Linglong gambled correctly.”
She was quite candid, simply stating the true facts.
Because behind Long Zixuan and the others was Wu Jianghe, one of the Nine Tribes and Three Rebels.
Dealing with such an existence… the most taboo thing was to be too clever by half, to use petty tricks or schemes.
Only by being honest could they perhaps gain the trust of the other party!
Upon hearing this, Qing Chen’s eyes lit up, and he said:
“So, there was another group of people…”
“Where are they now? Call them over quickly, let’s ‘exchange affections’!”
Yu Linglong was startled by his words, these people… What kind of fierce language!
To ‘exchange affections’? It clearly meant they hadn’t had enough fighting, right?
She suddenly felt that, in fact, they… really didn’t care about who came, whether it was the Martial Clan or the World-Stabilizing Pavilion… they probably looked the same in their eyes.
Was it all just a game to them?
She felt a bit disheartened.
After all, this meant that her help to the others… was actually minuscule.
She… had overestimated her own importance.
However, she still took a deep breath, it didn’t matter, this also proved that the other party was stronger than she had imagined.
This was a good thing!
Without a second thought, she looked directly at Long Zixuan and the others, saying,
“The people from The Main Pavilion have turned back and gone to Sound Desolate.”
“There are strange fluctuations in Sound Desolate. According to the news from The Main Pavilion, the Ban Explorers have already gone there.”
“In Sound Desolate, one of the ten Venerates from the Era of the Ancient White Mist is also buried.”
She was succinct!
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but be taken aback!
Sound Desolate, the ten Venerates!
“Another Evil Corpse is about to emerge…”
Long Zixuan murmured.
“The eternal wagers of the ages, opening one after another.”
Jiang Li sighed, “The grand scheme has been set in motion.”
Suddenly, Nan Feng turned to look at Yu Linglong and said,
“Pavilion Master Yu, I’m very curious.”
“We have no connection with you, why would you share such secret information with us?”
Such a message that could shift the fate of the world was definitely top secret.
Impossible for the common man to know.
But Yu Linglong didn’t hesitate at all and just revealed it.
Obviously… she had an agenda.
Upon hearing this, Yu Linglong turned to look at Nan Feng. She hesitated for a moment, performed a bow, and then said straightforwardly,
“Because… Linglong wants to find a powerful backer.”
She smiled, her eyes revealing a deep bitterness and helplessness!
If she had a choice, she would never have taken this gamble.
If the World-Stabilizing Pavilion had given her a chance…
If her sister had a better time in the pavilion…
But alas, there were no ifs.
She had no choice.
Hearing this, Nan Feng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said,
“Pavilion Master Yu is very frank.”
“Thank you, we’ll remember this favor.”
Hearing this, gratitude filled Yu Linglong’s heart.
Afterward, Nan Feng said,
“Fellow junior brothers, let’s head back to the village first.”
“Even if we want to go to Sound Desolate, we must first report to our master.”
With that, the group left.
…
“Pavilion Master, what exactly happened in the battle outside the realm?”
Watching the group leave, Han He couldn’t help but walk up to Yu Linglong and ask,
“They even took away an imitation treasure like the Martial Self Mirror…”
Yet Yu Linglong said,
“Imitation?”
“You’re mistaken, that’s the real Martial Self Mirror.”
Her beautiful eyes still flickered with a wave she couldn’t conceal.
The Martial Self Mirror of the Martial Clan, actually snatched away…
If this were to spread, the entire True Ancestor World would be in an uproar!
“What… the real Martial Self Mirror?”
Han He was dumbfounded.
He instinctively glanced toward Wu Xiaokun and the others.
At this moment, Wu Xiaokun was holding the Martial Self Mirror, seemingly unaware of the precious treasure in his hands…
“They actually snatched the real Martial Self Mirror?”
“So strong!”
“The Martial Self Mirror, such a treasure, and they just gave it away to their followers? Too extravagant!”
“Extravagantly ruthless!”
In that moment, Han He felt a deep envy and jealousy.
The Martial Self Mirror, even within the Longevity Ancient Clan, was considered a treasure of the clan.
Yet those young people treated it like the most common mirror, casually giving it away…
He suddenly realized, the Pavilion Master was truly wise.
It was definitely worth it to establish a good relationship with these people!
“That… Pavilion Master, we still have a batch of Five Aggregates Pills in our pavilion, shall we send them over?”
He couldn’t help but speak.
That batch of Five Aggregates Pills could create a dozen Five Aggregates Level powerhouses!
When Yu Linglong heard this, she was speechless and said:
“What else haven’t we offered yet? Send it immediately!”
Han He: “…”
And Yu Linglong continued to mutter:
She then warned,
“The emergence of the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse has started the prelude to this era’s great upheaval.”
“The Heavenly Abyss, severed by The End of Myriad Paths, will be refilled…”
“Overturned nests spare no eggs, the World-Stabilizing Pavilion, the Nine Great Ancient Clans, the Sacrificial Temple… who can escape?”
She looked in the direction where Nan Feng and the others had departed and said,
“Can Wu Jianghe, one of the Nine Tribes and Three Rebels, uphold a piece of the sky?”
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