Chapter 1134

These people mostly had their faces covered with masks or veils.

Not a single one showed their true face.

From afar, the scattered martial artists who had been hoping to find the ruins of the Loulan Kingdom spotted this troop.

At one glance, they all immediately fled far away.

To survive in the jianghu of the Nine Provinces,

one must either possess astonishing skill, with Wu Gong unmatched beneath the heavens.

Yet such people were, after all, a tiny minority.

The majority were like these scattered martial artists.

Most adept at reading faces and the wind, trimming their sails accordingly.

Seeing that this troop was not only numerous but each and every one of them hid their head and showed their tail,

how could these scattered martial artists not know that they had run into some great power coming to seek the Loulan Kingdom.

If any of them were ill-tempered and wanted to silence them by killing, to conceal their tracks,

their lives would likely be forfeited right here.

Therefore these scattered martial artists merely glanced once, then immediately fled.

"Kill!"

At the very center of this troop, atop an ornate palanquin, the master of Despair Shanzhuang, Cheng Jiao, uttered a single word indifferently.

"Yes, sir!"

The experts of Despair Shanzhuang right beside him immediately received the order.

None of these experts of Despair Shanzhuang were ordinary folk.

Even though those scattered martial artists had already fled for some time, at a single command,

the experts of Despair Shanzhuang all unleashed their movement arts.

Beyond the yellow sands, they turned into wisps of green smoke, charging to kill those scattered martial artists.

"Master…"

Hearing Gai Nie, who followed beside Cheng Jiao, felt compassion in his heart and wished to advise.

"Senior brother, I advise you not to meddle in others' business."

Before Cheng Jiao could open his mouth to refuse, Wei Zhuang, who had been following behind Hearing Gai Nie all along, said coldly.

This master of Despair Shanzhuang was not only decisive in killing, but also kept his word absolutely.

Since he had given the order to kill, unless Hearing Gai Nie stepped forward to save them,

none of these scattered martial artists would survive.

Now Hearing Gai Nie himself was firmly bound to the war chariot of Despair Shanzhuang, constrained by Cheng Jiao.

"This…"

Hearing Gai Nie sighed in his heart.

He could only watch from afar the desperate, wretched screams of these scattered martial artists before death.

After the killing, the experts of Despair Shanzhuang gathered one after another before Cheng Jiao's palanquin to await orders.

Cheng Jiao also Meili Society Hearing Gai Nie, waving his hand grandly,

"Advance!"

This stretch of wasteland was precisely the place where the Lu Li Tribe resided, which Cheng Jiao had forced out of Miss Xiao Li's mouth.

He naturally knew that once his troop appeared in the Nine Provinces, it would not be long before the great powers learned of it.

Yet the matter of the Lu Li Tribe was of great importance to him, concerning whether he could truly rise again.

Therefore, if he could delay even a moment, he would delay it.

At the very least, he could not let Great Qin and the various other powers intervene here too early.

That was why he had directly ordered the killing of these scattered martial artists who had come to seek the Loulan Kingdom.

His plan was simply to make the news leak out later.

The main force of Despair Shanzhuang immediately obeyed, clustering around Cheng Jiao as they headed into the wasteland.

Before long, the entire troop vanished into the boundless yellow sands.

As for the corpses of those scattered martial artists, they had long been swallowed by the yellow sands.

This stretch of wasteland, being situated in a remote area and not a strategic stronghold, had always received little attention from the various powers.

So much so that although this wasteland stretched for ten thousand li, to this day it had no formal name.

The party from Despair Shanzhuang, amid the yellow sands, following Miss Xiao Li's guidance, marched continuously for three days and three nights.

Looking out, the surroundings seemed to show no great change.

Just as some of the experts of Despair Shanzhuang were growing impatient and preparing to rebuke Miss Xiao Li,

Miss Xiao Li unexpectedly crossed over a sand dune and pointed at a stretch of sandy ground ahead, saying,

"We're here!"

The experts of Despair Shanzhuang, hearing this, were all instantly invigorated.

Clustering around Cheng Jiao's palanquin, they arrived atop that sand dune.

Looking down, they found the sandy ground below the dune no different from the rest of the wasteland.

Apart from yellow sand, it was still yellow sand.

Not the slightest difference.

"Little girl, we were led by you through this wasteland for three days and three nights, and you point at this wretched place and say we've arrived.

Yet what difference is there between here and anywhere else?

"Could it be that you're trying to trick us?"

Gusu Murong Fu gazed at this featureless wasteland and could not help voicing his doubt.

Although the rules of Despair Shanzhuang were strict, after walking for three days and three nights, these experts—who usually lived in the lap of luxury—had long since grown restless and irritable.

Gusu Murong Fu in particular had only just joined Despair Shanzhuang.

Though the other experts said nothing, they all voiced their doubts in unison.

Only Cheng Jiao, wearing a silver mask, kept his thoughts as the Master of the Shanzhuang from anyone's knowledge.

"Heh! Believe it or not—if you don't, that's your problem."

Miss Xiao Li had been forced to lead these ill-intentioned people to find her homeland, and in her heart she was unwilling to the extreme.

They had clearly already arrived at the place, yet these people still doubted her.

Miss Xiao Li's temper flared up.

She gave Gusu Murong Fu no pleasant face either; after dropping those words, she went to stand behind Hearing Gai Nie.

"You—"

Gusu Murong Fu styled himself a descendant of the Great Yan imperial clan, and was proud and arrogant by nature.

Seeing Miss Xiao Li show him no face in public like this, the anger made him want to lash out on the spot.

But the rules of Despair Shanzhuang were extremely strict—before the Master of the Shanzhuang spoke, to act rashly would truly be worse than death.

Thus Gusu Murong Fu could do nothing except turn his face the color of pork liver from rage.

Seeing Gusu Murong Fu suffer this setback, the other experts likewise avoided poking at this sore spot.

Only then did Cheng Jiao say unhurriedly,

"Since Miss Xiao Li says we've arrived, then we've arrived.

Why not point out where to perform the sacrifice?"

The sacrifice Cheng Jiao spoke of was naturally the offering of the essence blood of a woman with a Frost constitution and a man with a Blazing Yang constitution.

In other words, the essence blood of Hearing Gai Nie and Miss Feixue.

Upon hearing the word "sacrifice," with her acupoints sealed and her true essence locked, Miss Feixue—who was following beside Hearing Gai Nie—could not help trembling all over.

Miss Xiao Li was not far from Miss Feixue, with only Hearing Gai Nie between them.

Miss Feixue's terror was naturally noticed by Miss Xiao Li as well.

She felt unwilling in her heart too, but at the moment there was simply no way.

She could only point to the center of that stretch of sand and say,

"Three hundred paces from here, beneath the sand, there should be an altar."