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Chapter 878 - 88 Merits [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

Chapter 878: Chapter 88 Merits [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

In the depths of Shenxu Temple, where no one knew how deep it was, stood an ancient Taoist temple.

Last night’s light rain had given way to a bright sunny morning, and on the steps of the temple, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe was walking. He had an extraordinary appearance and a furrowed brow, as if something weighed heavily on his mind. He was holding a bucket of water and was stepping back up the stone steps into the temple.

Just then, another man in a Taoist robe came out of a side door, his expression indifferent and his eyes cold. He too was holding an empty bucket, seemingly also heading out to fetch water.

As both men walked with their heads down, at the moment their shoulders brushed past each other, the man with the indifferent expression suddenly stopped and whispered, "Penglai is finished."

Snap.

The man with the furrowed brow stopped abruptly, "Lu Cang, did you say something to the people of Shu Mountain?"

"Shenxu Temple strictly forbids meddling in Mortal Realm affairs—that’s a rule I remember," Lu Cang replied with a touch of sarcasm. "Yang Buwei, do you remember it?"

A breeze swept by, bringing a moment of silence.

"It’s normal for Shu Mountain to be cautious, but for Penglai to suddenly employ assassins is very strange, especially since this all happened after your visit to Mirage Mountain," Lu Cang continued. "What do you think your fate will be if the temple master finds out you are indeed connected to this affair?"

"You don’t need to tell me that," Yang Buwei said solemnly.

"The temple master once annihilated the entire Jiang Family just because his daughter fell in love with an outsider. What do you think will happen if Penglai goes to war because of secrets leaked from inside Shenxu Temple?" Lu Cang asked further.

His face was expressionless, but his words cut like knives.

"Hmph," Yang Buwei snorted coldly, ignoring him, and continued walking forward.

Lu Cang smiled faintly and also moved toward the path ahead, where two pine trees stood at the end, marking a deep well.

Yang Buwei pushed open a small gate and entered the courtyard.

This was the back courtyard of the Taoist temple, which seemed not too large, but was quite deep, with many houses lining the cloister and the walls covered in grey-green plants.

As Yang Buwei passed by one of the quiet rooms, he glimpsed a woman sitting cross-legged in the hall.

Her back was to him, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, her long hair tied back and hanging to her waist, her shoulders narrow and delicate.

Seeing her, he was taken aback.

It seemed that this person should not be in this place.

"I’ve kept the matter of you entering Celestial Pavilion a secret," the woman said, her voice as cold as shattered ice on porcelain. "My father has not pursued your responsibility."

Yang Buwei was silent for a long while before saying softly, "Thank you."

There weren’t many people in the temple, and those who were had known each other for over a hundred years, mostly quite well. But this woman was an exception; she had lived with the temple master since she was young. After attempting to escape when she was young and being brought back, she had been in charge of guarding the Celestial Pavilion, never leaving it for over twenty years.

That’s why Yang Buwei was so surprised to see her.

"No need for thanks, your life or death is of no concern to me, nor is the life or death of Penglai Upper Sect," the woman said indifferently. "The reason I helped you is that I want you to help me with something."

"Okay," Yang Buwei replied.

"You’re not going to ask what it is?" the woman asked again.

"I can guess who it involves," Yang Buwei said. "Besides, no matter what it is, I must agree to help you, mustn’t I?"

...

"No matter what demands we make, Penglai must agree," said Du Wuhen, looking at the miners filling the Stone Mining Islands, excitedly. "This time, we’ve captured all of the Penglai Sect disciples in one fell swoop, and all the spirit plants from the Penglai Three Islands have been relocated here. We’re really making a fortune."

They never dreamed that they were merely trying to loot amidst the chaos, but instead, the "two brothers" ended up reaping the greatest harvest. If the Divine Artifact Yutian Ring were not taken into account, the treasures taken by the others couldn’t compare to the spirit veins of these three islands.

The Stone Mining Islands where they settled weren’t far from Penglai. Leading the way, Du Wuhen, followed by a crowd of puppets, soon transported the spirit veins of the Penglai Three Islands back. After the struggle for the Yutian Ring ended, Elder Mayfly also hurried back.

However, his expression did not relax.

"Big brother, now is not the time to be happy," Elder Mayfly said calmly. "Those people all have divine artifacts at their disposal, and if the Penglai Upper Sect seeks revenge, they will certainly target us first. We aren’t far from their sect, and I speculate that they will find us soon."

"Ah?" Du Wuhen instantly panicked, "What should we do?"

They had initially thought that everyone would raid Penglai together, and after the raid, they would scatter, where evil demons and spirits would gather together. Penglai wouldn’t find them so quickly. It now seemed that this idea was naive.

"Big brother, no need to panic," Elder Mayfly raised his hand and said, "As long as we hold these Penglai disciples in our hands, they won’t dare to touch us. These disciples are their Achilles’ heel."

"Exactly," Du Wuhen nodded repeatedly.

Apart from a few powerful cultivators who had escaped quickly, all the other disciples of the Penglai Upper Sect were here; it was a sea of people as far as the eye could see.

"Later we’ll keep those with darker skin. These Lower Sect Disciples are inferior in talent and cultivation. It’s obvious that they hold a low status within the sect," Elder Mayfly said. "We’ll let them convey to Penglai that if they stop pursuing us, then after seven days, we will release all the disciples. If they continue to chase us, then we will start killing people."

"The Three Islands’ spirit veins are too difficult to store; I need to immediately create a Secret Realm to store this large quantity of spirit veins. It will take some time. So, divert their attention. You take the Lower Sect Disciples and head west, release them when it’s time. I’ll take the others and head north; join me later."

As a cultivator of the Eighth Realm, Elder Mayfly naturally had his own Secret Realm, but it had been shattered during a great battle. After leaving, he hadn’t yet rebuilt a new Secret Realm.

"Once the Secret Realm is established, these Upper Sect disciples will be of no use. Penglai has already been squeezed dry. We might sell these disciples to the Demon Sect, wholesale the females, and retail the males... Never mind, that’s rather impolite. Let’s just send them back."

"As for you and me, we must flee and lay low elsewhere before I fully recover my cultivation. It’s not wise to directly face Penglai’s wrath. We should take artifacts that shield against celestial predictions. Yu Capital City is a good place; it’s populous and flourishing, and since the Yu Dynasty is not on good terms with Penglai, they won’t allow them to search extensively."

"With these Three Islands’ spirit veins in hand, we simply need to wait until my cultivation is fully restored. Then, we can make a powerful return. Penglai, with disciples but no resources, will decline rapidly and will soon pose no threat."

Elder Mayfly talked on, then suddenly realized Du Wuhen was staring blankly at him like an idiot and called out, "Big brother?"

"Ah!" Du Wuhen snapped to his senses, then said hastily, "Second brother, you... are too practiced at this."

Moments ago, Elder Mayfly’s effortless flow had left him in shock and awe.

Goodness.

No more pretending then?

"Who hasn’t made a few runs in their youth?" Elder Mayfly smiled sheepishly. "If there was anything inappropriate in what I just said, please point it out, big brother. I apologize in advance here."

Du Wuhen was left tongue-tied.

Having been around him for these days, perhaps because he had been too polite for too long, they had forgotten that this guy was once a notorious gangster.

This man nearly destroyed the entire Southern Sea Sea Clan!

While he was lost in thought, he saw Elder Mayfly looking at the crowd, pondering, "Should I apologize to them one by one?"

"That’s not necessary," Du Wuhen quickly said. "We are quite pressed for time."

Well then.

The greatest kindness you can perform now is just to wholesale rather than retail in the future.