Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains-Chapter 902 - 392. Heroes Gather, New Moon Cult 2

Hou Yuxiao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his mind slightly stirred. At this moment, he was on Tianzhu Peak, and he naturally wouldn’t say these words aloud.

The closer they got to the peak of Tianzhu, the louder the devout prayers became. Clearly, not only the tens of millions of people in Yongdu City were praying, but also the disciples and sect members of the Rakshasa Holy Sect were synchronously praying at this time.

The sound of this prayer didn’t seem like much at first, but as it became more intense and louder, it spontaneously gave one a chilling sensation. Hou Yuxiao and Hou Yujie exchanged a glance, both feeling a slight chill down their spines.

"We have arrived!"

Tianzhu Peak stands ten thousand meters high, and despite the peak’s height, which should mean low temperatures, the temperature wasn’t low. Atop the peak was a platform spanning five to six miles, surrounded by eighty-one divine statues, each topped with a ball of blue flame burning.

The eighty-one flames weren’t large but seemed to form a strange barrier, enveloping the entire platform. The fierce winds at ten thousand meters couldn’t penetrate, nor could the rain; the flames just flickered subtly at times, as if they existed in an entirely separate space.

Inside the platform, at least ten thousand people sat cross-legged, all with their eyes tightly shut, continuously praying with devout expressions, muttering the Rakshasa Holy Sect’s teachings.

"The Rakshasa is immortal, Holy Church through eternity

All our disciples, behold the Five Aggregates

Good and evil are both void, the revered spirit descends universally

The unending hell, the Ten Directions and the Earth Treasury

Rakshasa Female Honored, ease my suffering

Holy Light guides the way, to the land of no difficulty."

......

"Brother, look over there!"

Hou Yuxiao followed Hou Yujie’s gaze to the front of the platform, seeing a monk clad in a white cassock, young in appearance. His pupils instantly contracted, and he froze.

Others chanting weren’t surprising, but Fahai was also chanting...

Just three months since the fall of Leiyin Temple, to put it bluntly, Shi Tian’s body hadn’t even turned cold, and Fahai already abandoned Buddhism, embracing Rakshasa...

Hou Yuxiao felt a sense of absurdity rise in his heart.

Yet, the moment this absurdity arose, Fahai, who was being watched, suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at him. Though the murderous intent deep within his pupils was well concealed by his calm demeanor, Hou Yuxiao instantly recognized it.

Still the same Fahai who harbors overwhelming hatred toward him!

Despite a saint wishing to kill him right before him, Hou Yuxiao felt little fear. After all, this visit to Yongdu was at Sikong Yue’s invitation; if anything happened, it would affect Sikong Yue’s reputation. Whether Fahai dared to defy Sikong Yue was still uncertain, not to mention whether he could succeed.

"Master of Hou Family, recently, you have been making quite the impression in Hexi!"

Moreover, the Four Families of Hedong wouldn’t sit idly by.

"Ah, Ancestor Wei, please don’t tease me. Hexi now is teetering dangerously, and Mr. Hou is constantly on edge, fearing an ambush one day. Coming to Yongdu wasn’t easy, yet some people can’t be avoided. It’s truly difficult!"

Wei Xuheng, hearing Hou Yuxiao’s response, glanced slightly at Fahai with a hint of a smile in his eyes, saying: "Don’t worry, since Sikong Sect Leader has broadly invited heroes, it’s unlikely anyone will break the order. Plus, with this old Daoist here, even if someone truly lacks sense, I can ensure your safety."

"In that case, Mr. Hou is deeply grateful to Ancestor Wei!"

Although knowing that during Leiyin Temple’s downfall, the Holy Land leaders left Fahai as a ploy against him, Wei Xuheng still held the title of ancestor. Even knowing he was being used, Hou Yuxiao had no choice but to play along.

If Fahai truly dared to act against him, even if Wei Xuheng didn’t intervene, Xun Mu, Meng Qu, Jing Yuanxiu, and the Haoran Holy Sect Master True Man Yu Tian would absolutely step in. Even Zhao Yulong of Qinjian Villa likely wouldn’t stand idly by.

Hou Yuxiao cast his gaze toward the very front of the observatory seats, where six groups of people were seated. Naturally, his attention was focused on the leaders of these six groups, having met Xun Mu, Meng Qu, Jing Yuanxiu, and Wei Xuheng already.

Only the remaining two, on the far left, an elder with white hair and beard dressed as a general, clad in golden armor, stood with three middle-aged men whose presence matched Hou Yuxiao’s. Counting left, the third was a slender elder in a plain Daoist robe, behind him also three middle-aged men whose presence matched Hou Yuxiao’s.

Currently, there were five Holy Lands present, and Hou Yuxiao recognized members of Wanjian Holy Sect, Bailu Academy, and Ziqing Holy Sect. Thus, the identities of these two elders were evident.

Villa Master, Zhao Yulong.

Haoran Holy Sect Master, True Man Yu Tian.

"It’s said that the Master of Hou Family is Shenzhou’s foremost prodigy of the past decade. In my view, these ten years seem short, and even looking back four hundred years, there hasn’t been anyone as extraordinary as the Master of Hou Family!"

"Junior pays respect to True Man Yu Tian. To receive such praise from a True Man is a blessing of three lifetimes."

As Hou Yuxiao expected, True Man Yu Tian displayed goodwill toward him. However, the armored Zhao Yulong merely glanced at him before averting his gaze. Despite no direct eye contact, Hou Yuxiao distinctly sensed that Zhao Yulong’s attitude wasn’t particularly friendly.

Is it because of Zhao Ponu?

Hou Yuxiao shook his head inwardly. Someone like Zhao Yulong, who lived for centuries, couldn’t possibly harbor animosity toward the Hou Clan over minor descendant issues. Hou Yuxiao, no longer the minor character he was a decade ago, viewed matters from a much higher perspective, naturally avoiding rash conclusions.

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