Nothing major happened in Jingzhou today. Everyone was simply talking.
The Third Sword Pavilion, Divine Sword Cliff.
Chen Musheng raised the Giant Rock sealing the Cave with one hand, allowing the breeze from Outside the cave to blow into the Cave.
The wind carried sunlight inside, illuminating the countless Sword Marks on the Cave walls, as well as the ancient books piled up like a mountain.
At that moment, six Elders of the Third Sword Pavilion also ascended to the cliff top on Flying Swords and bowed in greeting.
“We respectfully welcome the Pavilion Master out of seclusion.”
Chen Musheng stepped out of the Cave, his body standing over two meters tall, and exhaled a breath of foul qi.
“Go and bring me my Sword Box.”
“Pavilion Master, is something the matter?” one of the Elders asked.
“Nothing.” Chen Musheng rolled his wrist.
“I’m just going to the Seventh Sword Pavilion to find someone.”
However, before Chen Musheng could take a second step, a Paper Sword descended from the sky and embedded itself beside his foot.
After picking up and opening the Paper Sword, Chen Musheng Discovered that it was a Note.
A line of tiny characters was written on it in vigorous, powerful strokes.
【Don’t go cause trouble at Zheng Yi’s place. Your younger sister is fine. Signed, your father.】
Chen Musheng clenched the Note and raised his head with an angry roar.
“How dare you, you Old fellow Zheng Yi, report me to the Sect Master!”
West of Qingjing Land, a certain Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm, Blood Lion Helm.
Because of the destruction of the Spirit Snake Flotilla, the various Demonic Path forces remaining in Qingjing Land had all entered turtle-shell mode.
The Blood Lion Helm in particular had become the most conspicuous target in the eyes of the Righteous cultivators after the Spirit Snake Flotilla was gone.
For the sake of safety, the Blood Lion Ancestor changed the entrance secret markings of the Cave Mansion Secret Realm that very day, and kept all the Teleportation Arrays half-activated.
Only then did he summon his trusted subordinates to the helm to hold a Meeting.
The topic under discussion was how the Spirit Snake Flotilla had disappeared.
The lights in the Council Hall of the Cave Mansion shone brightly, while the Blood Lion Ancestor sat at the head.
His four Deputy Flotilla Leaders sat on either side of the Long Table before him, along with several Confidants he thought highly of.
To cater to the Blood Lion Ancestor’s preferences, all of them had the same Red Hair, regardless of whether their hair was long or short.
The Blood Lion Ancestor stroked his longest lock of Red Hair, completely unable to make sense of it.
He could not understand how such a perfectly good Spirit Snake Flotilla had simply vanished.
He had Just Now developed a malicious thought, and had not even settled on a plan yet.
“Who exactly made the first move?”
“How were they faster than I was?”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“How could the Righteous Path have handled it so cleanly and efficiently?”
Everyone in the hall listened to the Blood Lion Ancestor mutter to himself, yet not a single person dared Open Mouth and respond.
They were all Confidants of the Blood Lion Ancestor and naturally knew some of their Old Ancestor’s peculiar habits.
For example, when the Blood Lion Ancestor was talking to himself, one absolutely must not chime in.
That was because whenever he began talking to himself, he was in his foulest mood.
If you were right, you were accused of interrupting him; if you were wrong, you had interrupted his train of thought.
Depending on the seriousness and urgency of the matter, you would either be harshly berated by the Blood Lion Ancestor or beaten half to death.
In any case, nothing good would come of it.
Of course, remaining silent forever was not the right Method either.
If the Blood Lion Ancestor talked to himself until the end and still could not figure out the problem, it certainly would not be his fault.
It would definitely be the subordinates’ fault.
At that point, he would Open Mouth and ask, “What do you all think of this matter?”
If someone could truly answer, that was fine. Not only would they avoid a beating, they would even receive a reward.
But if the answer was wrong, they had walked straight into the blade’s edge.
Just as the Blood Lion Ancestor was about to Open Mouth, Everyone below began exchanging glances and silently discussing whom to push out to take the blame.
The Flame in the brazier beside the Blood Lion Ancestor suddenly changed shape.
A blurry human face appeared within the Flame.
The moment he saw that face, the Blood Lion Ancestor’s expression changed.
“Leave.” The Blood Lion Ancestor waved to Everyone below.
After Everyone left, the Blood Lion Ancestor respectfully bowed his head to the human face in the Flame.
“Lord Messenger? May I ask what instructions you have?”
The Flame’s human face suddenly made a retching motion and emitted an extremely disgusting sound.
“Urgh, wait a moment, there’s phlegm in my mouth. Urgh, cough cough, ptui.”
Only after the Flame’s human face had finally cleared his throat did he Open Mouth and speak.
“The Spirit Snake Flotilla has been destroyed. Now, only your Blood Lion Helm remains in Qingjing Land.”
“The Sect Master orders you to recruit people immediately and expand the Power of the Demonic Path.”
“The Main Headquarters has sent me to investigate the reason behind the Spirit Snake Flotilla’s destruction. You are to cooperate.”
“For now, there are only these two matters.”
“In the Future, the Main Headquarters will make its own arrangements.”
With that, the face disappeared, and the Flame returned to normal.
The Blood Lion Ancestor paced back and forth through the hall with his hands behind his back. To speak honestly, he really did not want to do this.
Doing so would undoubtedly be like ramming himself into the Sword Sect’s blade, which conflicted with the turtle-shell strategy he had Just Now decided on In Their Hearts.
But he could not disobey the Main Headquarters. If he did, he would die even faster.
So he had to think of a Method.
“Everyone, come back! Continue the Meeting!”
The Seventh Sword Pavilion, Library Pavilion.
“Really? I’m young, so don’t lie to me.”
The Little Ball rolled back and forth across the Table before Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze stared at Elder Wang with an expression of disbelief.
“Why would I lie to you? Your Grandpa Wang was truly very handsome when he was young.” Elder Wang rubbed his Chin and chuckled, quite satisfied with Zhang Ze’s astonished expression.
“All right. Then how are you so Confirmed that she’ll definitely help me? Over a hundred years have passed.”
“You have to trust your Grandpa Wang’s Strength.”
“Back then, I was known in the Sword Pavilion as the Silent Love Saint...”
“Then Auntie Mo Jingchun...”
Before Zhang Ze could finish speaking, Elder Wang, whose old wound had been reopened, raised his Palm. Faint lightning flickered in its center.
Although the topic had veered in a strange direction, Elder Wang had actually been discussing the Little Ball with Zhang Ze from the beginning—in other words, the matter of that Stone Pill.
Although Elder Wang did not know the Stone Pill personally, he had heard a little about it, and someone he knew understood the Stone Pill quite well.
Thus, Zhang Ze heard yet another Short Story of Grandpa Wang’s bragging.
According to Elder Wang himself, when he was young, he had carried out a Sect Mission in Cold City, north of Qingjing Land, for quite a long time.
During the task, he happened to save a Bird Demon.
A female one, and the kind that was registered with the authorities.
To repay Elder Wang for saving her life, the Bird Demon specifically invited him to her home as a guest.
The Bird Demon’s home was huge. The house was huge, and the Courtyard was huge as well.
That was because she had many Daughters.
There were seven of them in total, each one a stunning beauty. However, according to Elder Wang’s recollection, the seven sisters had only completed half of their Humanoid transformation at the time.
So the seven of them had seven pairs of chicken feet.
Elder Wang did not mind, though.
After all, a pretty face was all that mattered.
To repay her debt, the Bird Demon said Elder Wang could marry her Daughters. He could even marry all of them.
Old Wang was an honest and proper man, so he repeatedly declined, saying that this was not something the Righteous Path should do.
He said marrying just one would be enough.
They drank quite merrily at the banquet afterward...
As a result, drunken Elder Wang embraced the wrong person and carried away the Bird Demon—the mother of the Children.
After that mistake became an ongoing affair, the two carried on for Over a hundred years.
Even now, the two still exchange letters from time to time.
And the reason Elder Wang told this Short Story of bragging...
was that the Bird Demon was the reincarnation of the Stone Pill.
After learning that the Little Ball accompanying Zhang Ze was also a Stone Pill, Elder Wang sent a Letter to his old flame, describing the Stone Pill’s appearance and condition.
That Older Sister replied very quickly as well.
The letter said that, based on her personal experience, such a lively Stone Pill should Awaken within half a year.
If there was still no reaction after half a year, Zhang Ze could go to Cold City to find her.
“What do you say, kid? Shall we go to Cold City right now?” Elder Wang withdrew the lightning from his Palm and asked.
“No. I’ll lie low for half a year first, then stir things up after Foundation Establishment.” Zhang Ze coughed out a puff of black smoke.