Chapter 751

Just as Long Xiang Seng had just given up, a thunderous sound echoed from the foot of the mountain.

That voice was not only full of vigor, but also wildly arrogant.

At the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of Yuan troops were advancing up the slope in sequence.

The small mountain was too small, ultimately allowing only a few thousand to climb simultaneously.

Most of the Yuan troops were still queuing down below.

This voice at this moment was tantamount to a direct provocation against the Yuan troops.

Hearing this impolite shout, Long Xiang Seng's heart jolted.

He recalled how, during their mental duel, Yan Chixia had come merely to inform him that his fate was nearing its end.

This arrogant shout now clearly matched Yan Chixia's prophecy.

"Thank you, Yan Chixia, for your guidance. Old monk has lost; I take my leave."

This "guidance" carried two meanings.

One was the sword duel—Long Xiang Seng had indeed lost.

The other was the mental duel, where Yan Chixia had revealed Long Xiang Seng's destined end.

After speaking, Long Xiang Seng bowed slightly to Shi Feixuan and Qin Mengyao.

Then he turned to Li Jian and the others from Wang Si and said,

"My calamity has arrived—do not follow me. Go find General Zhebie or Mu Huali!"

He held high hopes for Jin Lun, knowing that even after he left,

with Jin Lun's talent and perseverance, he would one day carry the banner of Jin Gang Sect.

But time was short; otherwise, Long Xiang Seng would have trained him thoroughly in Haohaodiao Sect.

After speaking, Long Xiang Seng did not wait for their reaction—he vanished in a flash.

When he reappeared, he stood at the center of Mu Huali's main camp.

The once tightly guarded main camp was now noisy and chaotic.

Countless Yuan soldiers stared in panic and confusion toward the commander's tent.

Long Xiang Seng's heart stirred—he flashed again, appearing inside the commander's tent.

There, indeed, sat a graceful figure, lounging casually on the general's seat.

Mu Huali and the generals and elite cultivators stood below her, uneasy and visibly unsettled.

"Who is this?"

Long Xiang Seng clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Qinglong Society, May."

The newcomer was none other than Li Canghai, the woman who had long delivered top-tier beauties to Qinglong Peak across Jiuzhou.

Yet her cultivation had previously been only Earthly Immortal Realm.

How little time had passed, and she had not only reached Heavenly Being Realm,

but already advanced to its mid-stage, on the verge of entering the late stage!

Did Qinglong Society's cultivation speed differ from the outside world?

Long Xiang Seng sensed Li Canghai's cultivation and was deeply alarmed.

"You're the Long Xiang Seng, the bald monk, right?"

Li Canghai's face was icy as she stared at the sudden bald intruder, instantly guessing his identity.

"This humble monk is Long Xiang."

Long Xiang Seng knew this was no blessing, so he admitted it outright.

Yet he found it strange—why would Qinglong Society send only a Heavenly Being Realm cultivator to settle accounts with him?

After all, he, Long Xiang Seng, was ranked nineteenth on the Heaven's Dao Golden List.

Could a mere Heavenly Being Realm cultivator possibly subdue him?

"May Hallmaster has come, clearly over the matter at Mount Wudang.

That incident was indeed masterminded entirely by this old monk.

The Sword Demon, Sword Greed, Xie Xiaofeng, even Guiguzi—all were coerced or bribed by this old monk into participating.

I originally thought all of them had been killed by your Five Dragon Chiefs.

The remaining witnesses were all slain by my own hand.

I believed no one would ever learn of it.

Indeed, man's plans are no match for Heaven's."

The old monk chattered on, revealing all this publicly.

In truth, he had taken full responsibility for the Mount Wudang affair.

Mu Huali, upon hearing this, could not help but gasp in shock, instinctively wanting to speak.

But Long Xiang Seng had anticipated Mu Huali's possible reaction, and subtly shook his head.

Seeing this, Mu Huali swallowed his words.

Besides, he was only too glad if Long Xiang Seng would shoulder the blame himself.

Though losing a master, especially one ranked nineteenth on the Heaven's Dao Golden List, was a great loss for the Yuan,

it was a worthwhile trade to prevent Qinglong Society from turning against the Yuan.

The performance he had put on before Long Xiang Seng was merely theater for Master Changsheng.

"Oh? So you mean this has nothing to do with the Yuan?"

On Li Canghai's peerless face, a trace of mockery surfaced.

Does that old monk Long Xiang really think the Qinglong Society reasons things out like this?

"Yes! Everything was this old monk acting wilfully alone."

Long Xiang Seng nodded and admitted it once more.

"Very well!"

Li Canghai suddenly tossed out a delicate dagger, which planted itself in front of Long Xiang Seng,

"Pick it up, and take your own life to atone for your crime!"

"Hmm?"

Long Xiang Seng was completely baffled, having no idea where this turn of events had come from.

He himself was a master of the supreme Mythical Realm, and had furthermore reached his present stage through external martial arts.

The toughness and solidity of his body far surpassed that of an ordinary late-stage supreme Mythical Realm cultivator.

Ordinary weapons—even an Earth-grade divine weapon—would find it very hard to injure him in the slightest.

How could Li Canghai possibly take out such an ordinary dagger and tell him to take his own life?

Was this a joke?

But Long Xiang Seng also knew that today's tribulation was already hard to survive.

As he was hesitating over whether he should pick up the dagger,

another figure appeared within the great tent.

"Where did this little girl come from? Quite pretty, but a pity she has no sense of respect for her elders.

That is the commander's seat of my Great Yuan—get down from it for me."

The newcomer was naturally none other than the God of Immortality, who should have been locked in fierce battle with Jin Guang; once inside, he did not inquire about anything else.

He actually released his aura straightaway, giving Li Canghai a show of force.

"Heh! It's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten the Eighteenth Layer of Hell?"

Suddenly, the temperature within the great tent plummeted.

At some unknown moment, a slab of solid, frigid profound ice had appeared before Li Canghai.

The God of Immortality's terrifying aura was entirely blocked by this slab of profound ice, not a wisp of it spilling over onto Li Canghai.

"Who are you?"

Within this profound ice was naturally none other than Di Shitian.

It was only that the God of Immortality, having lost all his memories, retained none beyond those of the martial path.

Therefore he had actually forgotten Di Shitian, who had once joined forces with Xiao Jingtian and Xiao Aoshi to cast him down into the Eighteenth Layer of Hell.