Chapter 391

And among them, there may well be covert interference from the Qinglong Society.

Ordinary Wu Lin folk might not know, but could Shang Yang not know?

This Hall of the War God is one of the Thirty-Six Cavernous Heavens!

Each additional Cavernous Heaven increases the Great Qin's strength toward unifying the Nine Provinces.

Rather than quarreling over ownership before the hall and letting shadowy observers profit,

It would be better to cooperate with the Great Yuan and Great Tang Empires.

Though the share would be smaller, at least we wouldn't return empty-handed like last time.

Hanba glanced at Lotus Life Buddha and the others, then at Shang Yang and Bai Qi, and finally withdrew his hand, waving it slightly.

The Yulin Guard immediately dismantled their formation and returned to their previous state.

This time, the Qin Ruishi also joined the blockade!

"This is outrageous! The Hall of the War God's opportunity was left by Immortal Master Guangchengzi; only the virtuous may claim it."

"Now the Three Great Empires bully with force, secretly dividing this blessing— isn't that…?"

"Isn't that what? Brother, have you not woken up yet?"

"These are the Three Great Empires— their emperors do not anger lightly, but when they do, a million corpses lie, blood floats shields."

"Who are you, to dare interfere?"

"So we just let them divide it up?"

"The situation is stronger than man— what can we do? Let's go, abandon this opportunity!"

For a moment, Wu Lin folk cursed and grumbled, unsure how to speak of the Three Great Empires.

Though reluctant, some of the weaker cultivators packed up and prepared to leave.

Lotus Life Buddha, powerful as he was, naturally heard some of the gossip.

Yet among those present, aside from Shang Yang and a few others near his level, few were even Land Immortals.

Such people were like ants.

Do ants chatter, and must we crush them?

He had no such leisure; he led the Three Long Xiang Monks into the inner circle, standing side by side with Hanba, Shang Yang, and Bai Qi.

He gazed at the Hall of the War God, waiting for the Gu Jinzhi to lift.

"Ah, what a pity— such a heavenly opportunity, we can only gaze, unable to even step closer."

"Hmph! Even if the Three Great Empires grow arrogant, I bet they'll get nothing, just like the Changchun Valley."

"What? What does this have to do with Changchun Valley?"

"You don't know?"

"Last time, the Three Great Empires sent countless experts to Dali, seeking the Changchun Valley for the Everlasting Youth Spring, which grants rejuvenation with a single sip."

"And then? And then?"

The Changchun Valley incident humiliated the Three Great Empires, so they sealed the news, keeping it secret.

But no wall is soundproof— naturally, some curious souls learned what happened.

"And then…"

"Hehe! They fought each other to the death, forbidding any other force from entering Changchun Valley."

"But it's said that after entering, they found only a copy of the Jin Ping Mei and a foul-smelling spring."

"Huh? The Everlasting Youth Spring smells bad?"

"Are you stupid?"

"It was swapped!"

"Poor the Three Great Empires— tyrannical, scheming, and ended up with nothing."

"So I say, this time they'll likely get nothing at all."

"Why was it swapped? Is there anyone in the world bold enough to defy the Three Great Empires and swap their prized possession?"

"You've hit the nail on the head."

"Ordinary people or factions naturally wouldn't dare target the Three Great Empires."

"But what if it wasn't ordinary?"

"Who?"

"The Qinglong Society— Ximen Wudi!"

"Whoa…"

The moment the names Qinglong Society and Ximen Wudi were spoken, the once noisy, bustling plain fell utterly silent.

Everyone felt a chill crawl over their heads, a bone-deep cold sweeping through them.

After all, the Qinglong Society overturned Five Empires in a single move and slaughtered the Wu Lin.

Those who obey prosper; those who resist perish!

As for Ximen Wudi, he is the number one taboo master of the Nine Provinces!

Have you seen the Heavenly Dao's Nine Provinces Combat Power Celestial List hanging in the sky?

How many on that list have merely served as Ximen Wudi's backdrop?

And how many can withstand even one of his moves?

As far as we know, none yet!

Even Lotus Life Buddha, who had been calm and composed, and Shang Yang, now felt unease in their hearts.

Was the Changchun Valley incident truly the Qinglong Society's doing?

Then will the Qinglong Society let this Hall of the War God pass unclaimed?

If they don't release him, how should the rest of them conduct themselves?

Thinking of this, whether it was the Lotus Living Buddha, or Shang Yang, or even the dim-witted Corpses Hanba, none of them had the slightest confidence.

For a moment, the same question hung over everyone's heart.

"Will the Qinglong Society come?"

231—Did I pick up the wrong script?

"Jiejiejie!"

"A treasure and blessed land naturally belongs to the worthy. This god has arrived; you lot, be gone at once."

While he was pondering, a burst of strange laughter rang out from the void above, and immediately afterward an enormous ice-carved mask abruptly appeared.

This ice-carved mask looked like a mask, yet it opened and closed like a face.

His tone was also wildly arrogant, as if a true god had descended to the mortal world.

This person was naturally Di Shitian, who had submitted to the Qinglong Society and acknowledged Ximen Wudi as his master.

"Who? Daring to play tricks and pose as a god before this honored one."

Monk Naomo bore the title of Naomo, and was also extremely well-versed in the path of spiritual power.

In his view, this Tianshan ice-carved mask was nothing more than an illusion conjured from spiritual power.

After accumulating countless years and reincarnation burden cultivation, Monk Naomo's cultivation had not only reached the early stage of the Supreme Mythical Realm.

Through lifetimes of devouring and seizing bodies, bolstered by secret arts, he reckoned his spiritual power was second only to the Lotus Living Buddha alone.

Being taught a lesson by the unknown last time was simply because that person was too formidable.

What's there to fear from some unknown, trick-playing, god-impersonating nobody!

So after his furious shout, he directly stamped both feet on the ground, releasing all the spiritual power he had painstakingly accumulated over countless lifetimes, and launched it at the ice-carved mask in the sky.

In an instant, his spiritual power became as solid as matter.

Some took the form of vengeful ghosts, some of demons and monsters, some of wronged spirits—every sort imaginable—all attacking Di Shitian together.

"Fool…"

The Lotus Living Buddha sighed inwardly; this Monk Naomo really had eaten so many brains that his own had gone bad.

A figure who could conjure such a heaven-and-earth anomaly, one that even he himself could not tell real from false—was such a person easy to deal with?

But now Monk Naomo had already struck with full force, and he could not stop him.

"Seeking death…"

Di Shitian's ice-carved mask twitched and stirred, as he prepared to strike with full force and suppress him.

He had been shaken into grievous injury by Ximen Wudi's aura, and had lost face in front of his own subordinates.

Not long before, he had also been dealt a blow by Li Taibai's monstrous talent—precisely the moment when fury was smoldering in his heart.