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Chapter 481 - 432: The Silence Before the Storm

Chapter 481: Chapter 432: The Silence Before the Storm

This familiarity lasted for most of the night.

By the time morning arrived the next day, Wang Zijia had only just managed to get a preliminary understanding of his massive transformation.

Wang Zijia wasn’t in a hurry though. After all, he still had about half a month to prepare before the task would begin.

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By the time he left the basement, it was time to get up.

After boxing and having breakfast with the girls, he arrived at the White Peach Tower.

"Good morning, Martial Uncle!"

"Good morning, Faction Leader!"

"Good morning, Master!"

Accompanied by three men and one woman, An Xingsheng had been waiting early on.

The staff serving Wang Zijia had expanded from a one-person team to a five-person serving squad. This guy was, as always, behaving and instructing the same way as before.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly to the disciples and let them go and do their own things.

He then took some documents from An Xingsheng’s hand, reading them while entering the room.

An Xingsheng, holding a pile of books, followed him in.

The number of books was much more than those Wang Zijia usually read. These were specially instructed by Wang Zijia to be brought, containing some materials, biographies, and stories about the Changbao State Enclave.

Although a detailed set of materials had already been given when the task was assigned, they were all official materials. The stories, however, brought by An Xingsheng could help him understand the state from a different perspective.

They could leave a rough impression on Wang Zijia regarding the local culture and customs of the place, etc.

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Wang Zijia went into the room, sat in the study, and after flipping through the documents for a moment, suddenly asked:

"Did the Sect react or give any explanations concerning the fall of the eight gods yesterday?"

"No, not a peep. There has been constant news among the disciples, from the fall of the gods yesterday until today. The factions of those God Monarchs who have fallen into ruin caused quite a stir. But the Sect hasn’t reacted."

An Xingsheng shook his head, his eyebrows rarely so furrowed, as he looked at Wang Zijia and said with an expression of incomprehension:

"Martial Uncle, what do you think is wrong with the senior members of the Sect? Is it really as the Outer Sect says, the Head Teacher is afraid of the Bone Soul Sect and plans to swallow his anger again?"

Hearing these words, Wang Zijia’s face turned solemn.

He would rather have the big shots of the Sect clamoring from yesterday to today than be silent like this!

Compared to this, Wang Zijia was not afraid of reactions. What he was afraid of was the absence of any response.

Because the quieter it was, the more it meant that the high-level officials of the Sect were holding their big moves back!

Considering the large size of the Wanyu Sect, if the present Head Teacher planned to make a big move, it could easily become catastrophic.

In the face of such a big event, Wang Zijia’s Cultivation could only be like a ferry in a storm. It would be stronger than a small sailboat, but against a huge storm, it would still have no ability to fight back, only drifting with the wave and leaving its fate to heaven!

Therefore, the quieter it was, the less sure Wang Zijia felt. Even though he had already accepted the task, he still felt somewhat shaky.

’I hope the senior members of the Sect are super calm and have not been provoked into an explosive rage!’

Just as this thought was emerging in Wang Zijia’s mind, he thought back to yesterday’s scene of the eight gods falling, especially involving a Great Cultivator with a primordial spirit.

’The Sect only has dozens of primordial spirits in total, all strategic-level forces. Now that one has been messed up, regardless of how the senior members feel about it.’

’Simply in terms of status, it’s like suddenly losing a province to a nuclear bomb in the previous Life. Is it possible to resist getting angry???’

Even Wang Zijia himself did not believe this!

If one could quietly endure such an incident, the Wanyu Sect would really become the Ninja Turtles!

’Sigh, it seems that the high-level officials of the Wanyu Sect have decided to fight desperately. I just don’t know what kind of big move they are planning.’

’I suspect it’s a bit terrifying since even the Perfected ones are kept in the dark······’

’Damn, I’m getting anxious. I’m so nervous!’

’I hope it does not involve the lower-level disciples, just a confrontation between high-end top forces!’

’Even so, I’m still nervous. What if it’s a "nuclear" strike, disregarding status and causing massive destruction? With my current level of strength, if I get even slightly damaged, I’ll probably be seriously injured!’

"Damn, my Cultivation level is still too low!" In the midst of his racing thoughts, Wang Zijia muttered darkly.

"Martial Uncle?" An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia in confusion as his expression suddenly changed.

"It’s nothing. You can go now. Keep an eye out for news in this area and find out what’s happening in the Kunling Realm," Wang Zijia added in his speech,

"Also, don’t join those disciples in discussing the brainless idea that the Head Teacher is swallowing his anger. Be careful not to be visited by the Law Enforcement Team or the Internal Affairs Hall."

"These are clearly attempts to shift the narrative or figure out how the Sect is reacting. Also, pay attention to where these messages come from in the faction and who’s trying hard to spread them."

"As soon as you spot a hint, don’t handle it yourself, just directly inform the disciples of the Law Enforcement Team to act."

With a slight shock in his heart, An Xingsheng respectfully replied: "Disciple understands what to do!"

Having said that, he quietly retreated.

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Wang Zijia sat in his place, deep in thought for a long time.

He got up and went to the window, looking out at the distant seven peaks towering into the clouds, his mind wandered.

’Ah, I hope the higher-ups of the Sect are staying prudent! At worst, they should hold off on their big blowout, at least until after I’ve embarked on my journey. Then they can let all hell break loose!’

Standing by the window, Wang Zijia’s mind remained unsettled for a long time.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel that the Sect had turned into a place of controversy, and he wished to escape as soon as possible.

Harboring chaotic thoughts, he eventually went to the Peach Garden and started to familiarize himself with his own magic spells.

Thinking too much was pointless. In such a situation, having more strength provided more security, and that was the proper path to take.

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Amid such eerily quiet atmosphere, an entire day passed for the Sect.

The disciples below were making a big fuss, but the higher-ups showed no response, remaining eerily silent.

In the evening, a more incredible piece of news was released by the Sect.

[Announcement: One day later, the entire Sect will hold a God Monarch level Dharma Assembly, to bid farewell to the Nine God Monarchs. This celebration will be open to the entire Sect at that time!]

Wang Zijia also learned that this was not just an announcement for the entire Sect!

The high-level management of the Wanyu Sect had also invited big shots from Daqian and Flying Immortal to watch the ceremony. This was a celebration among the three Sects!

At such a time, they were holding a three-Sect celebration. Wang Zijia was truly unable to discern what kind of game the Head Teacher or the Elders’ Hall was playing.

Moreover, judging from the fact that Zhang Decheng had invited Wang Zijia to the Dharma Assembly yesterday, this matter had been decided yesterday, even before that!!!

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The second day after the fall of the God Monarchs passed in peace and tranquility.

Even though the Sect showed no reaction, Wang Zijia felt unease in his heart the whole day, a kind of inexplicable anxiety. He wished the covert operation would start soon so that he could leave the Sect sooner!

After having dinner with Xiang Feifei, Wang Zijia hurriedly entered the Immortal God Illusion to gather more information.

What shocked Wang Zijia was that the Immortal God Illusion, which he thought would be bustling with activity, was extremely quiet.

The square, which usually had at least a few thousand people, had only a few hundred today. Small groups of people huddled together as if they were too busy with matters within the Sect to come here for information.

With a frown, he joined a small circle.

This place was even more exaggerated. There were only five people, all of whom Wang Zijia was not very familiar with.

No one like Gu Yuebai, Yan Qimeng, or Gu Wenhe was present.

"What’s going on today?" Wang Zijia looked at the few people waiting quietly in the Octagonal Pavilion and asked in confusion.

The few of them shook their heads and said, "We don’t know, ever since we entered the Immortal God Illusion, there has never been a day when less than twenty people gathered in our circle. The number of people here today is indeed rare!"

Looking at the five fellow disciples around him, Wang Zijia’s brows tightened, and their information emerged.

After a moment of cross-comparison and thinking about the Senior Brothers who didn’t come, it seemed there was no pattern huh?

Were they all still outside the Wanyu Hall on Wanyu Peak, refusing to leave without getting a statement from the Head Teacher?

With a multitude of thoughts, he exited the Immortal God Illusion. After a moment of hesitation, he sent a message to Gu Yuebai, saying:

"Senior Brother Yuebai, are there still many disciples waiting for messages in the square on Wanyu Peak? Why didn’t everyone go to the Immortal God Illusion today?"

After a while, Wang Zijia’s identity card flickered slightly, and the phantom of Gu Yuebai’s upper body emerged from the identity card, speaking to Wang Zijia:

"I’m not sure, I was too busy today and didn’t go. Were there fewer people in the Illusion today?"

"It’s not just fewer, it’s practically deserted!" Wang Zijia responded in this way.

"Everyone probably went to Wanyu Peak to care about the matter of the eight fallen gods. I won’t chat with you anymore, Junior Brother, I’m a bit busy over here!" Gu Yuebai responded in this way.

"Alright, Senior Brother, you get busy!" With that, Wang Zijia ended his conversation.

Frowning, he was about to go to the Ghost Market to check it out when he suddenly paused.

Moving his mind slightly, his figure quickly transformed into the Demon Child Elder.

The General Talisman Summon of the Shadow Faction emerged immediately after, and along with the flicker of the talisman, the phantom image of Gou Hongyuan appeared before Wang Zijia’s eyes.

"What is it?" Wang Zijia asked, frowning at Gou Hongyuan.

Gou Hongyuan saluted Wang Zijia, saying: "Reporting to the Demon Child Senior Brother, just now, at dusk, I unexpectedly received a task and was conscripted for war by the Sect."

"And then I was led into some kind of magic treasure spaceship, which now no longer permits any contact with the outside world."

"Apart from the talisman of the Hidden Faction, which is still usable, everything else is completely isolated. Several Shadows from the Formation Institute were also conscripted. I want to ask the Demon Child Senior Brother if you know what this conscription is for?"

’Huh?’ Wang Zijia was shocked, saying: "You were conscripted?"

"Yes, I’m currently being organized by a group of Martial Uncles to maintain an array of some unknown level."

Gou Hongyuan glanced at the expressionless Demon Child and cautiously said: "Demon Child Senior Brother, are we going to the battlefield?"

"Just comply with the arrangements and don’t expose your identity as an undercover disciple." Wang Zijia’s mind was turning rapidly as he said this to Gou Hongyuan.

Gou Hongyuan, who did not get any information from Wang Zijia, was still a bit unwilling, but he didn’t dare to ask more. He finally ended the inquiry reluctantly, feeling uneasy.