"What are those black armors with runes etched on them?" Guo Wenshi asked, his brow furrowed.
The other elders of the White Bone Yin Sect exchanged glances. Those black armors...
"Elder Guo, I've heard that the Sect Master of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect has mastered a special puppet technique. Those black armors are likely puppets he crafted!" At this moment, a cultivator in black robes flew over from not far away.
Guo Wenshi looked at the newcomer, his eyes glinting coldly. Who was this?
"It's Zhou Pingyuan, the Third Elder of the Yuan Mo Sect..." An elder from the White Bone Yin Sect noticed Guo Wenshi's confusion and introduced him.
Guo Wenshi understood. So, it was someone from the Yuan Mo Sect.
"What, does your Yuan Mo Sect also want a piece of the pie?" Guo Wenshi asked with a smile, his voice deep.
Zhou Pingyuan turned his gaze towards the protective formation of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
It was a massive barrier, with terrifying auras surging around it, shielding everything within.
"The people of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect killed our Second Elder. If we don't make them pay a bloody price, how can our Yuan Mo Sect stand tall in the Myriad Demon Mountain!" A resolute look flashed in Zhou Pingyuan's eyes.
Guo Wenshi scoffed inwardly. Weren't they just trying to get a share? They put it so righteously.
However, the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect did have many tricks up their sleeves. If these guys joined, it would likely shorten the time to flatten the sect considerably.
"Elder Zhou, I can understand your desire for revenge, but if you harbor any improper intentions, don't blame our Tai Xuan Sacred Land for being impolite!" Guo Wenshi said slowly.
A fierce glint appeared in Zhou Pingyuan's eyes. Threatening me? Hmph...
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Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
At this moment, a palpable sense of unease permeated the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
A chilling aura hung in the air.
Many disciples were on high alert, ready for battle at any moment.
Mo Yang Peak.
Mo Yang Peak was the sect master's mountain. Rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth coiled around it.
Precious spiritual herbs grew in abundance.
Deep within Mo Yang Peak stood a palace of understated luxury.
Inside the palace, a lively atmosphere prevailed, with constant murmurs of discussion.
Occasionally, the sounds of arguments could be heard.
In the Mo Yang Peak palace, a group of cultivators with varied expressions, clad in magnificent robes, were debating in the grand hall of the council chamber.
Most of them were inner sect elders, as well as elders and leaders from various halls.
Their discussions revolved around the enemy invasion from the outside.
Many advocated for fleeing, while others were determined to fight to the death. The Yellow Springs Demonic Sect had stood for so many years in the Myriad Demon Mountain, and while they possessed some unique means, they were still apprehensive facing such a multitude of opposing forces.
The most significant factor was the involvement of the Tai Xuan Sacred Land. The bloody example of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Palace served as a stark reminder; such a top-tier force could be wiped out with swift and decisive action, leaving no room for opportunity.
If they couldn't win, the sect would face complete annihilation, with no chance of survival.
"What is the Sect Master up to? This is a critical moment for the sect's survival, where is he..."
"Exactly, exactly! We haven't seen him in ages..."
"Even if the Sect Master showed up, it would be useless against so many enemies..."
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These high-ranking officials of the demonic sect debated heatedly. They had been arguing for so long without any sign of the Sect Master, and they were utterly perplexed.
"Enough, no need to argue. Those who wish to stay, stay. Those who wish to leave, can leave anytime!" At this moment, a cold voice echoed through the council chamber.
A stunning woman in a black dress slowly walked in.
Her demeanor was ice-cold, her face, exquisitely beautiful, was etched with frost, like an immortal from an ice mountain.
Behind her followed two maids with captivating appearances.
"Holy Maiden, what do you mean? The Sect Master hasn't spoken!" An elder's expression changed slightly as he looked at the ice-cold, stunning woman.
Tang Siqi remained silent, walking directly to the head of the council chamber and majestically taking the seat meant for the Sect Master.
"Holy Maiden, don't make a mistake. That is not a seat you should occupy!"
"Bold! That is the Sect Master's seat. Holy Maiden, are you attempting to rebel?"
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Seeing Tang Siqi brazenly occupying the Sect Master's seat, the elders and high-ranking officials erupted.
Although the Holy Maiden's strength and talent were considerable, she was still a long way from claiming that position.
Tang Siqi nodded and looked at the assembled elders. She then opened her right hand, and a golden token appeared in her palm.
"The Sect Master's token is here. Do you still have any objections?" Tang Siqi asked calmly, her tone devoid of emotion.
Looking at the token in Tang Siqi's hand, the elders exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.
It was the token representing the identity of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect's Sect Master. Seeing this token was equivalent to seeing the Sect Master himself.
A faint golden light emanated from the token in Tang Siqi's hand, making it incredibly dazzling.
"If you remain silent, I will assume you have no objections. Now, listen to my commands..." Tang Siqi continued speaking slowly.
As Tang Siqi issued one command after another, the various peaks of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect began to operate with remarkable efficiency, preparing to face the external enemies. All affairs were handled in an orderly fashion.
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Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
Zi Yao Peak.
In a room deep within Zi Yao Peak, Li Yuanxiao and Chu Fangyu were consolidating their cultivation.
Not long ago, Li Yuanxiao had broken through to the Saint realm through dual cultivation with Chu Fangyu.
Chu Fangyu's spiritual energy had also greatly increased, and her strength had made significant progress.
"I didn't expect you to hand over the Sect Master's token to that little girl!" Chu Fangyu murmured, nestled in Li Yuanxiao's arms.
The room was quiet, filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.
"Siqi is Elder Tang's daughter, she is very capable!" Li Yuanxiao said softly.
The two enjoyed the quiet moment in the room.
"Yuanxiao, how much longer do you plan to wait?" Chu Fangyu looked at the middle-aged man before her, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Li Yuanxiao slowly opened his eyes and held the beautiful woman in his embrace tighter.
"No rush, I want to see how many people have designs on our Yellow Springs Demonic Sect. We can deal with them all at once!" Li Yuanxiao gently caressed the hair of the woman in his arms and said softly.
Chu Fangyu frowned slightly. "Are you truly confident? According to our scouts, in addition to the Tai Xuan Sacred Land, the White Bone Yin Sect, and the Yuan Mo Sect, many other first-rate forces are gathering here... Furthermore, the Tai Chu Sacred Land might also get involved..."
Li Yuanxiao smoothed Chu Fangyu's furrowed brow and smiled slightly. "The moment Jiang Li and Jiang Ye Fei enter the Yellow Springs Treasure Vault, our Yellow Springs Demonic Sect will be invincible!"
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