Chapter 371

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Chapter 371Boom! In a major city within Xizhou, a colossal Buddha statue under construction suddenly crumbled to the ground. A group of craftsmen looked up at the figure in the sky, awe filling their eyes. Never had they seen anyone able to fly in the sky like that. Could it be that a deity had descended to the mortal realm? In that moment, some devout civilians, who believed in divine beings, fell to their knees in reverence. A young monk, who had reached the Mid Precelestial Realm, gazed at Lu Qing, who was standing atop a golden small boat, his face obscured by a ghost-face mask. The monk’s expression was one of utter shock. "May I ask which hidden land you hail from, Senior, to jest with our Xuankong Mountain in such a manner?" “Xuankong Mountain? I came here to destroy Xuankong Mountain!” Lu Qing’s eyes sharpened, and a blade energy, highly condensed, descended from the heavens, cleaving straight at the young monk. The sheer speed and power of the attack shocked the young monk to his core. Though he wanted to dodge, it was already too late. All he could do was muster his spiritual energy, condensing it into a shield in front of him in a desperate attempt to block the fearsome blade energy. But with a faint sound, his body froze, his eyes gradually dimming. A line of blood emerged from his forehead, spreading gradually until his entire body split in two, crashing to the ground and triggering horrified screams from those around. After killing that disciple of Xuankong Mountain, Lu Qing didn’t even look back as he controlled the golden small boat and soared into the distance as a streak of light. However, on the way, Lu Qing began to ponder. It had been two days since his battle with the old monk in gray robes. He had been cultivating in a mountain cave for two days, and only emerged this morning to commence his plan, piloting the golden small boat. He launched assaults on several cities across Xizhou, destroying many Xuankong Mountain temples and statues under construction. Whenever he encountered disciples from Xuankong Mountain who tried to resist, he showed no mercy, cutting them down without hesitation. ɽâŊọ????Ês̩ The city just now was already the fourth he had struck today. The flying artifact was indeed extraordinary. After refining the golden small boat, his ability to maneuver had reached a new level. Now, he could traverse all of Xizhou in less than a day. In a single morning, he had attacked multiple Xuankong Mountain outposts in major cities. If it were the old him, he could have managed, but it would have cost him considerable stamina and spiritual energy. But now, simply piloting the golden small boat allowed him to accomplish this effortlessly. By comparison, it saved him significant effort and strain. With everything progressing so smoothly, Lu Qing should have been pleased. Yet, instinctively, he felt something was off. He noticed that in each of the cities he had attacked, the Xuankong Mountain disciples stationed there seemed completely unaware of him. They only reacted in shock at the sight of his golden small boat, showing no other response, as if they had no idea who he was. This struck him as highly unusual. After all, just recently, he had killed Xian Yi and the other high-ranking elders of Xuankong Mountain, and even took down an elder as powerful as the old monk in gray robes. Such a significant event should have already caused an uproar throughout Xuankong Mountain. Yet, in the outposts he had attacked, the disciples of Xuankong Mountain seemed to know nothing about him. Clearly, the higher-ups in Xuankong Mountain had concealed the matter of him killing the old monk in gray robes, not informing their disciples outside. But what was Xuankong Mountain’s purpose in doing this? Did they believe that someone like him, a “revered senior,” wouldn’t harm ordinary disciples, so there was no need to notify them? Or were they concerned about Xuankong Mountain’s reputation, and thus chose to keep it hidden? Or could there be some other scheme at play? Thoughts spun through Lu Qing’s mind. Yet, his actions did not waver. Instead, he urged the golden small boat faster, his expression firm. No matter what Xuankong Mountain’s motives were, there was no need for him to be overly cautious at this point. If there truly was some plot waiting for him ahead, he could simply unleash his trump card and crush it head-on with his spiritual artifact. Lu Qing believed that, should it come to that, Xuankong Mountain would be in for an even greater "surprise." With such thoughts, Lu Qing continued his relentless assault on Xuankong Mountain’s outposts. Whenever he spotted a new temple or statue under construction, he destroyed it without a second thought. When facing Xuankong Mountain disciples attempting to resist, Lu Qing showed no mercy, cutting them down instantly. Now that he had completely declared war on Xuankong Mountain, Lu Qing certainly wouldn’t hold back. If they were enemies, they should be slain! By the end of the day, Lu Qing had swept through nearly half of Xuankong Mountain’s outposts across Xizhou. And under such brazen and destructive actions... The news could no longer be concealed. Thus, rumors began to spread throughout Xizhou—and soon across other regions—of a mysterious powerhouse wielding a ghost-face mask and riding a golden small boat, wreaking havoc on Xuankong Mountain outposts and killing its disciples. ... “Is everything you’ve said true?” Within the Ling Mountain Range, an elderly monk in gray robes with a ruddy face listened impassively to the red-robed monk before him. “Every word, Supreme Elder. That mysterious man with the ghost-face mask is slaughtering our Xuankong Mountain disciples far and wide. By now, most of the disciples we dispatched have perished. This incident has already spread across Xizhou, and the other regions have likely heard of it by now as well.” The red-robed monk reported cautiously. “I see. You may go.” The ruddy-faced old monk responded indifferently. “Yes.” The red-robed monk did not dare to say more, retreating carefully. The old monk stood motionless for a while, then finally took out a jade tablet, infusing it with his spirit. A glimmer of light emanated from the jade tablet. A wave of soul energy transmitted from within. “Elder Chixin, how goes it?” “Just as we suspected, that ghost-faced figure is indeed targeting our Xuankong Mountain. Today, he appeared once more, wreaking havoc on many of our newly established outposts in Xizhou. Even ordinary disciples aren’t spared; he’s killing them all.” The old monk replied. “Not even sparing the ordinary disciples? That means he bears a death grudge against Xuankong Mountain. When did we provoke such a formidable enemy?” Another, different soul wave came through. It was clear that the jade tablet in the old monk’s hand was capable of contacting multiple people. “I have no idea,” the old monk shook his head. “Kurong died too thoroughly; he left no information behind. And where he fell, the heavenly secrets are in complete disorder, making it impossible to deduce anything. Honestly, whether that ghost-faced figure is male or female, I can’t say for certain.” “No need to speculate further. To have killed Kurong in such a short time, that ghost-faced figure must be an old relic like us. Other than those few old ones in other hidden lands, and the three monsters from the Sacred Mountain, there couldn’t possibly be anyone else!” One soul wave asserted emphatically from the jade tablet. “Indeed, especially those Daoists from Qingyang Temple; they’ve long held grudges against us in Xuankong Mountain!” “But the other hidden lands have only recently emerged and are busy consolidating their own territories. They shouldn’t have time to trouble us.” “Then it must be the Sacred Mountain! Those three monsters have always harbored sinister motives—they’re highly suspect!” For a time, the soul waves from the jade tablet began to argue among themselves.

Chapter 371

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