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Chapter 125 Yuan Yang Sect: I seem to have seen my own downfall

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Yuan Yang Sect: I seem to have seen my own downfall

"Send a Death Warrior, change his appearance, and let him go in my place,"

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Liang Hui slowly began to speak.

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master’s brows lightly furrowed.

"Death Warriors are easy to find, and the sect has many treasures for altering appearances, but a Death Warrior’s combat strength absolutely cannot compare to yours."

"Once they engage in battle, it will inevitably be exposed."

And stepping into Chu Nation, thinking about avoiding combat seems impossible.

Liang Hui’s expression was indifferent.

He turned!

And began walking slowly towards the door.

At the same time, a low voice emanated from his retreating figure.

"Then let him die upon entering Chu Nation’s border, to make everything certain."

"Alright."

Ji Lu deeply watched the departing figure and wasn’t surprised by the young man’s actions.

How could a Loose Cultivator have come this far without a mountain of corpses laid before him?

"By the way, Sect Master, who are the members of this negotiation team?"

Liang Hui, standing at the threshold, paused briefly and asked casually.

"Some prodigies from the orthodox sects, this negotiation team is purportedly for the exchange between the younger generations."

"Those sects are willing to send their prodigies, not afraid of leaving them in Chu Nation?" The young man’s words carried a hint of surprise.

"Chu Nation is having problems at their rear, and their desire for this negotiation is very strong."

"Of course, the danger still exists, and it is tremendous."

Ji Lu explained.

’Is that so?’

Liang Hui nodded and stepped over the threshold, heading towards his own mountain peak.

The figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

.....

Yuanyang Cult.

In a valley composed of pitch-black rock walls.

Streams of fierce winds howled through, every gust leaving dense trails on the rock walls.

And at the bottom of the valley, a woman was seated in meditation.

She was dressed in a white gown, wearing a veil over her face, eyes misty with water vapor, exuding a temperament beyond ordinary folk.

With every gust of wind, sounds of metal clashing echoed from her body.

"Master?"

The woman looked forward, then turned her eyes aside.

Without her noticing, a towering figure had taken a stand beside her.

"Qing Yi, let’s end this seclusion here,"

"Emperor Zhou intends to halt the conflict in Tuzhou. You shall lead the team, after all, only you can subdue those unruly fellows."

In Qing Yi’s beautiful eyes lingered contemplation.

She wanted to bring about a great unity in the world, but she was not a naive fool.

For the peace of the world, she was willing to come out of seclusion, disregard her safety, and step into Chu Nation.

But was that really all there was to it?

There were many geniuses in the cult, and she was not indispensable.

Suddenly, a faint scent of blood reached her nostrils.

Her brows slightly furrowed, and she slowly spoke:

"Master, you are injured."

"Has it not been concealed well enough? There is still too little time after all,"

With a soft sigh, the figure of the Yuanyang Cult Master became clear.

He revealed his true state.

The scene before her, even for Qing Yi, caused a glimmer of shock in her beautiful eyes.

An arm and half of his torso had turned into bare bones, pale grey mist coiling around the bones, impeding the healing of the wounds.

Even his forehead was split open, exposing his brain, with the rift seemingly wanting to widen further but was held back by a pure red luster.

"Master, how could you sustain such injuries?" Qing Yi immediately stood up.

As she extended and waved her arm, the sound of her bracelet clinking resounded through the valley, clear and pleasant.

With a sanctified radiance, it emerged around the Yuanyang Cult Master, wanting to heal his injuries.

But as soon as it touched the grey mist, it dissipated without a trace.

"Useless," this is the backlash from divination, and it cannot be dispelled in a short time."

"Divination? Liang Hui."

Qing Yi’s arm stopped shaking, the only name she could think of that would result in such a backlash.

"It’s not him, it’s you, Qing Yi!"

"Using nearly all of our sect’s foundation to divine your future, we only obtained a vague message."

"This journey could be a major turning point for you, as well as for the Yuanyang Cult."

Qing Yi’s delicate hands clenched tightly as she gazed at her mentor with an unprecedented seriousness in her eyes.

"You mean, on this trip I will encounter that person."

"I do not know, it’s merely a conjecture. The one who could cause such a turning point for you might be him, or it might not be."

"All the information is too chaotic, but we still need to attempt, otherwise the outcome will be determined."

The body of the Primordial Yang Sect Master began to blur again.

"Since he may appear, why doesn’t Master depart with the peace negotiation team?"

"If it could be said that once, we were confident we could capture that man before he even became aware."

"But two years have passed, and such a thing is no longer possible."

"Which means, he now possesses the power to drag the whole world down with him in the face of anyone. My going or not makes little difference now, and might actually affect this divination."

For a moment, Qing Yi fell into silence.

From the future memories of that man, with his personality, he would never show mercy or restraint.

And now that man has been hunted for a full two years; no one knows what his temperament has become.

A great demon! An utter great demon! Surely even more ferocious than the one from her memories.

Such a thought almost instantly surfaced in her mind.

"Master, I know what I should do."

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice sounding like jade beads dropping to the ground.

Then, her figure vanished from the spot.

Only a majestic silhouette remained, looking up at the Vault of Heaven.

A trace of bitterness flickered through his eyes.

"It seems I have seen my own curtain fall."

...

This time, Emperor Zhou’s peace talks moved swiftly.

In just half a month, the peace negotiation team had gathered many outstanding figures and arrived in Tuzhou.

Just entering Tuzhou, the Beast Taming Sect had sent disguised Death Warriors towards the peace negotiation team.

Everything seemed to be developing just as Liang Hui had arranged.

However, after five days, a sizeable troop arrived majestically at the gates of the Beast Taming Sect.

Qing Yi’s beautiful eyes curved as if in a light laugh.

"’Qin Taozi,’ we have come to visit the Beast Taming Sect, sorry to disturb."’

"Not at all."

"Goddess, and everyone, please!"

A man with an ordinary face, responded warmly.

Afterward, he led the team through the gates.

"Brother Qin, it seems that your sect has recovered well, not like it’s been through two upheavals."

The speaker was a young lady dressed in blue robes, her eyes lively and curiously surveying her surroundings.

The man with the ordinary face, still smiling, did not reply.

He led the peace negotiation team on a tour of the sect.

On the other side.

Liang Hui, seated in the palace, had already received news the moment the team entered within thirty thousand li of the Beast Taming Sect.

The young man’s face bore a hint of helplessness, as the sudden change in the peace negotiation team’s itinerary clearly made him think of something.

Especially upon knowing that one leading the team was the Yuanyang Cult Goddess, his feelings grew even more complicated.

That woman who descended like a fairy into the world, had once been the only lifeline in his heart and had taken great pains to lead him to the Yuanyang Cult.

Ultimately, however, he chose freedom, forsaking Liang Si.

’Liu Yunhai, Liang Si, Qing Yi.’

The young man murmured to himself, as if all those events were just yesterday.