Chapter 2463

Weng Zi made no sound—it was Tian Wu beside him who answered, "Red Cloud Daoist, didn't you say half a day ago that you were heading beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens? Why change course to Buzhou Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Yun did not lower his guard; instead, his vigilance intensified.

"We merely changed our minds on a whim, so now we're going to take a look at Buzhou Mountain—will the two of you join us?"

Jin Ling Shengmu stood trembling behind Hong Yun, her grip tight on the Break-Heaven Hammer; should any danger arise, she could strike at once.

Seeing this, Weng Zi stepped forward to ease the tension, "Red Cloud Daoist, we two aren't going to Buzhou Mountain, but because of the Twelve Ancestral Wus, we must go to Taishang Laojun to beg forgiveness."

"Beg forgiveness?"

Nanji Xianweng grew interested: "What did the Twelve Ancestral Wus do wrong? Or did the demonic clans? Does it require Taishang Laojun beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens to judge?"

Actually, Nanji Xianweng wanted to say: Isn't Luo Fu among the Wu clan? The Wu clan should beg Luo Fu to judge—not Taishang Laojun.

Tian Wu looked as if he wanted to speak but held back; even Weng Zi beside him fell silent.

Nanji Xianweng's curiosity surged instantly, yet he regained his reason—he must escort Jin Ling Shengmu to Master Yuanshi as soon as possible.

"Still, since you two won't tell me what this Wu clan matter is, I won't listen."

With that, Nanji Xianweng took his leave, pulling Jin Ling Shengmu straight back the way they came.

They would not go beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Hong Yun thought the same—if they went beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, they'd be followed. Why keep such a time bomb behind them?

Seeing Hong Yun and the others turn back, Weng Zi grew frantic; only Tian Wu showed no expression.

In fact, Tian Wu waved to them from the side, urging them to leave outright.

Only after Hong Yun and Jin Ling Shengmu had gone far did Weng Zi turn to Tian Wu, puzzled.

"Are you wondering why I let them go instead of taking them straight to the demonic clans?"

"Yes."

Tian Wu said: "If I acted too eager, they'd never believe me. This lukewarm indifference? We'll just meet them again a few more times."

"But we haven't fulfilled Ghost Chariot's lord's orders—returning like this, Ghost Chariot's lord will surely kill us…"

Weng Zi's thinking was simple: he wanted to finish the task quickly, so he wouldn't be killed.

But Tian Wu's thinking was simpler: he believed this task couldn't be done now, so they must proceed slowly. Hong Yun was shrewd—he'd obtained the Primordial Purple Qi, so he wouldn't be weak.

If Hong Yun sensed even a hint of deception, the two of them would be killed first.

"You're still lacking a bit of finesse. Come with me—I guarantee I'll complete this task flawlessly and satisfy Ghost Chariot's lord." The fake Tian Wu laughed heartily.

The fake Weng Zi stood beside him, frantic yet helpless—he'd always known Tian Wu was unreliable.

Hong Yun and Jin Ling Shengmu traveled nearly fifty li before stopping.

Jin Ling Shengmu's palms were slick with sweat; she felt that if she'd moved a moment slower, she would have died right there—so she pushed forward desperately.