hotmtlnovel Chapter 151 Feast at the Styx
Chapter 151 Feast at the Styx
Chapter 151 Feast at the Styx
The Purple Cloud Sect is one of the Five Sects, a truly major sect.
The two disciples of the sect in front of him did not seem like reckless people, but Sun Biao did not dare to let them get in the car until the Taoist in the car spoke.
Seeing his hesitation, Fu Fangheng assumed it wasn't enough, so he took out a few more ingots of silver and asked:
"What do you think, brother?"
A few ingots of silver are nothing to a disciple of a major sect like him, but that doesn't mean he will compromise unconditionally.
If the coachman still didn't agree this time, he would have no choice but to abandon his plan and continue walking to Tianyong City with his junior sister.
Seeing his sincere expression, Sun Biao said with difficulty, "Gentlemen, I am not the owner of these three carriages. Please wait a moment while I consult the Taoist priest before I tell you the result."
A Taoist priest? The owner of this carriage is a Taoist priest?
Fu Fangheng was slightly surprised, nodded, said "okay", and waited.
But his junior sister wasn't having it, and said impatiently, "Does such a small thing require permission? Can't you just make a car available for us to ride in?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Fangheng quickly tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Junior sister, be careful what you say."
He was really afraid of this little brat. It was one thing when they were in the sect, but after coming down the mountain she was still so spoiled and willful. Did she really think the martial world was a game?
"Senior brother, why are you pulling me? Did I say something wrong?"
Song Ruoying shook off his hand, pointed at him, and said with dissatisfaction, "If it weren't for you, I would have been in Tianyong City by now."
Blame me?
Fu Fangheng's eye twitched. He remembered that it was she who found the carriage ride boring and suggested that she wanted to gain some experience on the road, which is why he changed the plan.
Unexpectedly, his junior sister got tired after walking less than half the distance. She said it was all his fault and insisted on taking a carriage, but where would they find a carriage in this desolate wilderness?
He finally managed to flag down a passing carriage and went to great lengths to negotiate, but his junior sister just stood by and made sarcastic remarks.
If it were anyone else, Fu Fangheng would have slapped them across the face, but since this was his junior sister, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
"My father is the sect leader of the Zixia Sect. Anyone who dares to disrespect me is going against my father and the Zixia Sect."
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Song Ruoying kept talking, and before Fu Fangheng could even stop her, she revealed her identity.
This is a very dangerous thing. Who knows if someone will try to capture her to threaten the Zixia Sect?
"You mean, if I don't agree, your Zixia Sect will not let me go?"
An unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. Before Fu Fangheng could react, his vision blurred, and he found himself in a different position.
The surroundings were no longer desolate wilderness, but the enclosed interior of a carriage.
He and his junior sister were somehow taken into a carriage.
"Speak! You haven't answered my question yet."
It was that same voice again. Fu Fangheng turned his head sharply in the direction of the sound and saw a young Taoist priest dressed in a red crane robe sitting next to him.
The Taoist priest was slightly thin, and his long hair was casually tied up with a red rope at the back of his head. If you looked closely, the red rope would appear to burn like a flame.
As he observed the Taoist, the Taoist was also observing them, even meeting his gaze with a slight, amused, or perhaps cold, curve at the corner of his mouth.
Fu Fangheng's expression froze, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the Taoist.
He knew that the Taoist priest must be a master to have brought them into the carriage so quietly.
He himself had the cultivation of the Condensation Realm, so what level of cultivation did the Taoist in front of him have?
Divine Warrior? Or Grandmaster?
His heart pounded, and cold sweat soaked his clothes. Song Ruoying, who was beside him, couldn't say a word and was tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.
A sense of oppression gripped her, making her tense and even suffocating.
Unlike the two tense individuals, Modi was in a very good mood.
He had just broken out of the mental space and elbowed a group of dead people who were trying to win the resurrection match back to the graveyard.
The murmurs that had been bothering him for so long disappeared, and he successfully condensed the so-called divine will.
By looking inward at his own soul, he could see a deeply hidden cloud of blood mist within it.
This cloud of blood mist is the manifestation of divine will, named "Crimson Blood Mist." It is a product formed by the intertwining of blood and slaughter, which reflects its characteristics.
After being stared at for a few seconds, Fu Fangheng finally couldn't hold back any longer and clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior, please forgive me. My junior sister is still young and speaks without thinking. She did not mean to offend you. Please forgive her."
He then tugged at Song Ruoying's sleeve, signaling her to apologize quickly.
However, Song Ruoying was still locked in by that oppressive feeling, unable to move, let alone apologize.
"Fine, answer a few questions and I'll let you go."
Modi put himself in the role of the villainous old monster, referring to himself as "this one" at every turn, and was only missing a couple of cackling laughs to make him a qualified villain.
Fu Fangheng visibly relaxed and assured, "Senior, please ask. I will answer to the best of my knowledge."
In order to save his junior sister's life, he was prepared to reveal all his secrets, even those that he was ashamed to talk about.
Modi didn't have those perverted thoughts. He just casually asked about the Five Sects Grand Competition. In secret, he used his spiritual sense and divine will to frantically scan the two people's bodies.
Oh, so this is what their meridians look like. They're quite different from mine. But it seems their structure isn't as intricate as mine, and their bodies aren't as perfect.
With the help of divine will, the restrictions on spiritual consciousness were greatly reduced, making it sufficient to perform high-precision external scanning.
These two disciples of the Zixia Sect provided Mo Di with two sets of physical data as a reference for him to develop new cultivation techniques.
"...Senior, is there anything else you want to ask?" Fu Fangheng glanced cautiously at the red-robed Taoist. After talking so much, he was a little thirsty.
Mo Di withdrew his spiritual sense and shook his head. "The northern part of the Great Qian Dynasty is engulfed in war. How can you five sects still have the mind to hold a grand competition? I think the Great Qian Dynasty is doomed sooner or later. I'm afraid you five sects have long harbored rebellious intentions."
Fu Fangheng looked somewhat embarrassed. He knew his own family best; the five sects and the imperial court had been at odds for quite some time.
While the three northern states of the Great Qian Dynasty were being trampled under the iron hooves of barbarians, they still had the mind to hold the Five Sects Grand Competition. This was somewhat unreasonable, both from a moral standpoint and from the perspective of national righteousness.
It was almost as if they were making it clear to the world that their five sects were at odds with the imperial court.
However, as a disciple of a sect, Fu Fangheng, with the mindset that "where you stand depends on where you stand," still tried to smear the imperial court.
"The current emperor is deceived by treacherous people, favors eunuchs, and allows the Western Depot to frame loyal officials, leading to internal and external troubles. The three northern prefectures are on the verge of collapse."
He said with a serious expression:
"As for us five sects, although we wish to restore order, we are powerless to do so. Therefore, we spare no effort to spend manpower and resources to hold the Five Sects Grand Competition to select talents. Furthermore, after the competition, we will select a leader of the martial arts alliance to unify the martial arts world..."
As he listened, Mo Di's expression turned strange.
Unexpectedly, after the grand competition, there was a classic segment to select the leader of the martial arts world.
If this were a low-level martial arts world, the martial arts alliance leader would probably be slapped to death by the imperial court before even being elected.
However, the energy level in this world is not that low. The Divine Realm can physically destroy a city, and the Grandmaster Realm can be considered a mobile natural disaster affecting an entire state.
Several years ago, Master Wan Jinghan repelled an army of 100,000 with a single sword strike, further proving the weakness of the imperial court.
It should be noted that the army of 100,000 consisted of 100,000 low-level cultivators and was equipped with weaponry specifically designed for cultivators.
The general who commanded them was also a grandmaster of the imperial court, but even so, Fang Jinghan only needed to strike once to repel the army.
Therefore, the martial arts leader elected in this world probably does have some merit.
If he could mobilize the power of all sects, large and small, including the grandmasters of the five major sects, then he would indeed have the strength to confront the imperial court.
"Alright, alright, stop patting yourself on the back." Mo Di waved his hand, silencing Fu Fangheng.
Licking his dry, cracked lips, Fu Fangheng sat back down in his original spot, sitting close to Song Ruoying, who was completely different from before and dared not utter a sound.
Modi realized that this person was like a mischievous cat; the better you treated her, the more she hissed at you, and the worse you treated her, the softer and more docile she became.
As for Fu Fangheng... judging from his previous and current attitudes toward his junior sister, he's probably a simp, the kind who's always been treated like a tool.
He'll probably only come to terms with reality when Song Ruoying is lured away by a passing shady blond-haired hoodlum and kicked away.
Well, if you don't face reality, you might end up in a hidden ending called "the sucker".
Ignoring the pair of senior and junior disciples, Modi calmed his mind and delved into the demiplane, connecting with the laws of the Styx River.
The fusion of the Dragon Soul and the Styx Laws is almost complete.
At that time, he will possess the spellcasting ability of an immortal, and even without using his trump card, Bloodstained Book, he will be able to rival a low-level immortal.
The carriage returned to silence, with only the soft, intermittent breathing of the two members of the Zixia Sect remaining.
Three days later, three carriages entered Tianyong City and drove all the way to the entrance of Wantong Escort Agency.
After all the passengers disembarked, Fu Fangheng took his junior sister's hand and walked up to the red-robed Taoist priest, expressing his gratitude:
"Thank you very much, Daoist Master. We will always remember your kindness."
He tugged at Song Ruoying's sleeve, making her reluctantly say thank you.
Mo Di nodded, watching their departing figures, and suddenly sent a telepathic message to Fu Fangheng:
"Kid, think more about yourself from now on, and stop thinking about your little junior sister all the time."
Fu Fangheng remained where he was, turned his head to look at him, and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Whether he listened to what he said or not, Modi didn't intend to pay any more attention and was about to walk away.
"Taoist priest, please wait!"
Hearing those familiar words again, Mo Di paused, turned around, and said irritably, "What else is there?"
Sun Biao scratched his head and chuckled, "I just wanted to remind you, Taoist priest, to be careful of the Fufeng Chamber of Commerce and the Zhao family behind it."
"The news of our return will probably reach their ears soon, and they certainly won't let us go easily."
"Those young ladies are all from wealthy families, and we have the protection of the escort agency, so nothing should happen to us. But you, Daoist, are all alone, so please be careful of the Zhao family targeting you."
"I understand. I'll go to the Zhao family and have a talk with them. I think that should resolve the matter."
Modi smiled and said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Rather than waiting passively, he decided to take the initiative to attend the banquet at the Zhao family's house and help them predict whether there would be any bloodshed.