Chapter 458

The Bai Miao tribe disciple kneeling outside the door sweated on his forehead: "Back to second senior brother, he has entered the core area. Should we..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning was very clear: Chi Chuan lost face, should they get it back?

"No need." Ma Bu raised his hand to interrupt, "Since he came in by his own ability, if we go to stop him, it will look petty."

He stood up slowly, and the bronze bell hanging from his waist made a dull sound: "As long as he doesn't violate the clan rules, let him go."

These words made the surrounding disciples show admiration.

As the temporary coordinator when the Holy Master was away, Ma Bu considered the overall situation of the entire Holy Land of Witchcraft, not the private grievances of a tribe.

This was exactly the reason why the Holy Master valued him.

And at this time, the senior brother of the Holy Land of Witchcraft, Ma Hei, had entered the Holy Land.

Ma Hei's Tian Ce military uniform was particularly eye-catching in the Holy Land.

Originally, seeing the Tian Ce military officer appear, the people in the Holy Land were still a bit afraid, but as soon as they recognized it was Ma Hei, they immediately surrounded him.

"Brother Ma Hei, this military uniform of yours is really majestic!"

"I heard you became a big official in the Tian Ce army?"

"What rank is this epaulet? It looks powerful!"

"Tell us about the Tian Ce army!"

Ma Hei was surrounded by the crowd, his face filled with proud smiles.

He straightened his back and said loudly: "In the future, if you want to join the army, you can come to me. You know, being able to join the army in Tian Ce is something many people dream of, with high welfare and high treatment!"

Ma Hei was a smart person. He learned by Xu Kequan's side.

After Xu Kequan became a military officer, he let many young people from his mother's family enter the military camp.

If these young people developed, they would definitely listen to Xu Kequan.

Xu Kequan could also grasp certain military power. Ma Hei was imitating him. He was working hard to learn. If the witchcraft cultivators all entered, they would definitely follow his lead.

Coming back this time, he also had a certain intention.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, quite a few young witchcraft cultivators signed up enthusiastically.

Ma Hei nodded with satisfaction: "You wait first, I'll go see the Holy Master before talking."

At this time, a Black Miao tribe member whispered: "The Holy Master has left, and now it is managed by Elder Ma Bu."

Ma Hei frowned. He and Ma Bu were fellow apprentices, but they belonged to the Black Miao and Bai Miao tribes respectively, and they had always been in a competitive relationship. After thinking for a while, he decided not to see Ma Bu and planned to leave a letter for the Holy Master before leaving.

Just after walking not far, Ma Hei suddenly saw Chi Chuan who was healing his wounds, and was shocked.

Chi Chuan was almost invincible among his peers in the Holy Land of Witchcraft. Who could hurt him like this?

"Brother Chi Chuan, what's going on?" Ma Hei stepped forward to inquire.

Chi Chuan waved his hand: "Nothing, just sparring."

After speaking, he hurried away, clearly not wanting to mention this matter.

Ma Hei turned to look at the Black Miao tribe member beside him: "Who did it?"

"It's a young man from outside, now in the core area of the Holy Land."

A glimmer of light flashed in Ma Hei's eyes: "Take me to see what's going on."

Along the way, Ma Hei carefully inquired about the details of that outsider from the clansmen.

When he learned that the reason for the conflict between Chi Chuan and the other party was because Li Meng had a good impression of the outsider, Ma Hei couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Chi Chuan liked Li Meng, which many people knew. But Li Meng had always treated him as a brother, which many people also knew, so this didn't surprise Ma Hei at all.

But what surprised him was that this outsider was said to be a merchant from the Imperial Capital, with a distinguished status.

"A merchant from the Imperial Capital?" Ma Hei's eyes lit up, and he calculated in his heart.

Now he was not the witchcraft cultivator who only knew cultivation at the beginning.

Having mixed in the Imperial Capital for a long time, he knew the importance of such connections.

If he could facilitate the cooperation between the Holy Land of Witchcraft and the Imperial Capital merchants, it would not only seek benefits for the clansmen but also enhance his status in the Holy Land.

Ma Hei said confidently to the clansmen: "Leave this matter to me, wait and see how I negotiate with this merchant later."

He was a military officer of the Tian Ce Dynasty. According to his idea, no matter how the merchants in the Imperial Capital were, they would give him some face.

At the same time, Li Chen followed Li Meng to the core area where the Holy Master lived.

The place where the Holy Master lived was located on a cloud cliff at the highest point of the Holy Land of Witchcraft.

The whole palace was built against the mountain, constructed of thousand-year-old dark wood. Nine bronze python statues were entrenched at the flying eaves, with their heads raised high, holding witchcraft lamps with faint green flames in their mouths, looming in the clouds.

Passing through the bronze gate engraved with ancient witchcraft patterns, facing them were thirty-six white jade steps.

On both sides of each step sat stone-carved witchcraft beasts of various shapes, from the most common golden silkworm bug to the rare six-winged sky centipede, lifelike.

In front of the main hall at the end of the steps, a blood-bodhi ancient tree with a red body was intertwined, and a living purple-scaled giant python was wrapped around the tree body. Seeing people coming, it didn't panic, just lazily opened its amber vertical pupils.

In the courtyard, witchcraft bugs cultivated with care could be seen everywhere:

In the crystal tank swam silver-shining "Moonlight Bugs", drawing dreamy light marks in the water;

Dozens of golden silk cages hung on the purple bamboo rack, raising "Hundred-Tongue Bugs" that could imitate human speech;

In the medicine garden were planted "Blood Spirit Grass" specially used to feed witchcraft bugs, and several "Medicine Child Bugs" were busy among them;

The most eye-catching thing was the transparent "Heavenly Eye Bug" on the central altar, floating in mid-air, exuding faint pressure.

Even Li Chen felt that these witchcraft bugs were magical.

On the square in front of the hall, nine bronze tripods were arranged in a nine-palace pattern, with witchcraft fires of different colors burning in the tripods.

Bai Miao tribe girls were holding some kind of ceremony. The silver bells on their wrists jingled with their dance steps, attracting countless colorful-winged witchcraft butterflies to fly around.

The most magical thing about the whole palace was that all the buildings were shrouded in a faint cyan halo.

According to Li Meng's introduction, that was the "Ten Thousand Witchcraft Array" personally arranged by the first Holy Master, which could not only defend against foreign enemies but also nourish witchcraft bugs.

Occasionally, one could see some high-level witchcraft bugs shuttling through the halo, as free as fish in water.

The air was filled with a special fragrance, mixed with the smell of herbs, witchcraft bugs, and ancient wood, both mysterious and solemn.

In the distance came the low sound of bronze drums, intertwined with the wind and insect chirps in the mountains, creating an atmosphere that transcended the world.

Li Meng circled around and came back dejectedly: "Little brother, it's bad, my dad doesn't seem to be here. If you want to see the Yin-Yang Bug, I'm afraid you can't see it."

Li Chen frowned: "Why is this?"

Li Meng explained helplessly: "You just beat Chi Chuan of the Bai Miao tribe, and the second senior brother Ma Bu who guards the Yin-Yang Bug is also from the Bai Miao tribe. He definitely won't let you see it. If my dad were here, it would be great..."

Now the Holy Land was managed by Ma Bu. If the Holy Master were here, he would definitely be obedient.

But the Holy Master was not here, and Li Meng had no way.

Looking at Li Meng's frustrated look, Li Chen thought secretly.

Since he was here, he couldn't return empty-handed.

Just when he was considering whether to forcibly check, a familiar metal collision sound came.

That was the friction of armor shaking, and the sound of war boots stepping on the floor.

(End of chapter)