The Empress's No.1 Lackey
Chapter 694 - 460, Magic God: Zhao Douan, we meet again (6k)_2

Chapter 694: 460, Magic God: Zhao Douan, we meet again (6k)_2

The urgent time also made him unable to personally verify the details of the intelligence provided by Princess Lu.

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Ten miles west of Prince Jing Mansion in the Prefecture.

In a mountain hollow, a private garden and residence are built.

Usually, it’s rarely visited, but about half a month ago, a group of magicians were brought here by Prince Jing Mansion’s secret agents.

The large residence is prepared with enough food and necessities, and the Jianghu magicians of the Magic God Sect are ordered to stay here, not allowed to leave.

"Magic God Sect," as the organization founded by the Heavenly Master Mansion’s defector priest, has existed for nearly a hundred years.

Today’s leader, the magician nicknamed "Magic God," is extremely mysterious and extraordinarily powerful, not the original founder of the "Magic God" organization, but a successor.

The Magic God Sect gathers magicians who worship various Divine entities from the Martial World, with extremely high thresholds for joining.

Only those who have entered the Divine Chapter Realm can join, and because magicians live longer than martial artists, the accumulated numbers are not small.

However, they are ultimately Jianghu people, with varying circumstances, inevitably holding grudges. In the past, the Sect’s magicians were scattered here and there, yet mostly at peace.

Now gathered forcefully in one place, conflicts are inevitable after some time.

On this day, after dinner, upon hearing quarrels from the courtyard, the magicians knew there was some entertainment to watch.

In the midst of the dispute were two individuals, one being a Little Fatty, looking young in build, with tender limbs, yet the signs of weather in his brows clearly indicated that his real age far exceeded his appearance.

Carrying a peculiar "Ghost Banner" on his shoulder, as he walked, winds howled eerily, and as he cursed, expressions on the Ghost Banner followed with shrill cries.

A chilling sight to behold.

The other was a tall and burly magician with knotted muscles and a full beard.

This person wore a loose Warlock Robe, yet it couldn’t conceal his robust muscles. With fierce eyes and a stately presence, except for his Dao braid and Dao robe, no one would associate him with a "magician."

Only those informed would understand that he is a rare "Body Refining Mage" within the magician ranks.

"Xiong Ba, how many times have I told you, I didn’t dig up the grave of your lover, you keep picking fights, are you intentionally opposing me?" Little Fatty yelled.

Body Refining Mage Xiong Ba smirked tauntingly:

"Just because you say it’s not, it isn’t? Release the fierce ghosts from your broken banner in a line for me to see, then I’ll believe you!"

Little Fatty was enraged: "You’re courting death?!"

He "dinged" the end of the Ghost Banner’s pole onto the ground, fierce ghosts whirled into the air, ready to devour.

Xiong Ba remained unfazed, his wrist and head twisted, emitting the creak of bones, his muscles expanded, and stiff black hair emerged from his exposed skin.

A combat ready to erupt!

At this moment, a disheveled old Taoist ran out from the crowd, grinning: "Gentlemen, give me some face, the leader will arrive in a few days, don’t stir up trouble at this crucial moment."

The two ignored him.

The old Taoist’s smile slowly froze, his gaze becoming slightly mad, he suddenly reached for the "buttons" on his Dao robe: "You disrespect this old Taoist, and he isn’t pleased."

What happens when he’s displeased... Little Fatty and Xiong Ba simultaneously turned disdainfully to look at him, only to see the old Taoist unbutton his robe, pulling the two sides open as if he were a vendor displaying wares.

Inside the robe were sewn densely packed, multicolored talismans, no fewer than hundreds.

"Hiss..."

Gasps were emitted from the observing crowd, as they dispersed from their hearts.

Xiong Ba and Little Fatty also stiffened in place, unwilling to fight a talisman magician well equipped with firepower.

In the tense atmosphere, suddenly a face emerged from a rock in the courtyard, and a magician drilled out from the stone.

"Stone Man" said: "The leader has arrived."

All magicians in the courtyard were startled and hurriedly formed a ring to await, even the three confronting magicians ceased their hostility.

Soon after, a peculiar circular Array slowly brightened in the courtyard ground, the light fading away.

A middle-aged man with long hair draping shoulders, exuding a mysterious aura, appeared out of nowhere.

His appearance was not remarkable, the most notable trait being a lack of beard, wearing a dull, unexceptional Magic Robe, providing a very "pure" feeling.

Distinctly different from the various odd-shaped, uniquely skilled magicians within the courtyard.

"Greetings, leader!"

Led by Stone Man, everyone saluted.

"Magic God" nodded lightly: "Stand up."

Only then did everyone relax slightly, Little Fatty joked: "Leader, we thought you would arrive a few days later."

Xiong Ba, arms folded, retorted: "Does the leader need to explain his arrival time to you?"

"Magic God" ignored their bickering, queried indifferently: "What is the current situation?"

The old Taoist, with talismans hidden like CDs inside his clothes, said:

"The Empress will arrive in a few days, Prince Jing, not sure where he found a Spellcaster from the White Clothes Sect, seemingly dealing with that Zhao Douan. As for the rest, we have not stepped outside, so we are unaware."

"Magic God" nodded slightly, ready to lecture a bit, when he suddenly furrowed his brow, sensing something, looking towards the eastern mountain forest.

On his perpetually cold face resembling snow and stone, a trace of surprise and peculiarity appeared: "Someone is coming."

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"Sir, that’s the residence up ahead."

In the forest, Northern Swordsman Lang Shiba pointed towards the distant large mansion revealed through the gaps in the trees:

"It’s mentioned in the intelligence, the stronghold of the Magic God Sect’s magicians is here."

Zhao Douan stared ahead, seemingly observing.

Behind him were Eunuch Hai, Tang Jinzhong, Ji Yue, Song Jinxi, and other Inner Palace Experts.