Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1337 - 24 Illusion and Inspection_2

In the mirror, her reflection was clear, yet the girl within the glass had a vacant stare as if she had lost her soul.

"Capture her! Make sure she’s safe; she will be of great use!"

"It’s that mirror!"

She suddenly realized.

But the realization came too late.

Mana was beyond her reach, and what awaited her was a fall through layers of thick mist, as well as attacks from unnoticed disciples of the five sects wielding Magical Tools.

...

Midair, Ke Mo flashed and landed in front of Zhao Feng, his eyes filled with barely concealable, extreme joy.

The Void Refinement Dharma, in today’s world, indeed could no longer lead one to Immortal Ascension.

But having cultivated the Void Refinement Dharma could greatly enhance his foundation and prowess in magical combat.

In this era where no one ascends to Immortality, a single Yang Que could keep the Sect Masters of the five sects from raising their heads. But if he were to obtain this Void Refinement Dharma, what would Yang Que amount to?

Power was always the ultimate means to protect one’s interests.

However, the next instant, his expression darkened.

In front of Zhao Feng, another formidable figure appeared wielding a crossbow bed, who just managed to position himself protectively behind him.

Ke Mo narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Sect Master Tong."

"Mansion Master Ke, this Sword Cultivator is fierce, and he has killed many of my Hundred Refinements Gate disciples. I will take him back to atone for the sins against my disciples... Mansion Master Ke should understand, right?"

Sect Master Tong Jiao revealed a mouthful of shiny white teeth with a grin.

Hearing Tong Jiao’s words, the surrounding disciples from Phoenix Kirin Mansion all had cold expressions, quietly gathering their Mana.

But the disciples from Hundred Refinements Gate showed no surprise, each drawing out variously styled crossbows and other Mechanical Technique artifacts from their sleeves.

Ke Mo just smiled faintly:

"Sect Master Tong, are you that confident you can take us down? What’s more, besides us here, there are also people from July Temple and Eight Treasures Palace. If they spread the news, hehe..."

Tong Jiao’s complexion changed subtly.

Although cultivating the Void Refinement Skill could bring him tremendous enhancement, he was, after all, still a Nascent Soul Cultivator. No one was confident they could withstand the uprising of the entire populace of Cultivators from Huangji Continent.

Not even Yang Que.

If this truly attracted the covetousness of others, Hundred Refinements Gate might never have a day of peace again.

But to let go now, he just couldn’t bear it.

Ke Mo spoke leisurely:

"There are three strands of Void Refinement Heritage, and we are only dealing with the first. We five sects have always harbored the lofty ambition of restoring our governance over Huangji Continent. Right now in the Imperial Capital Yang Que, with the city’s defenders and Tributes all present, unity is beneficial while division is detrimental. Must we really fight each other over this first strand of heritage?"

Tong Jiao couldn’t help but hesitate.

Ke Mo continued smoothly without a change in expression:

"Inside the Dragon Transformation Pool, there lies the immense treasures amassed by the Royal Clan of Qian over so many years. Are you, Hundred Refinements Gate, confident you can swallow it alone?"

"The True Word Sect Master isn’t around, and just now, a disciple reported that Eight Treasures Palace Master Mei Shan seems to have met a formidable enemy, even destroying his physical body... Three strands of heritage perfectly match the number of the Three Sects. Sect Master Tong, Taoist Friend Tong, what do you think?"

Surrounding disciples from Eight Treasures Palace changed their expressions swiftly, glanced at each other, and immediately fled.

Tong Jiao snorted coldly.

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The disciples from Hundred Refinements Gate were informed and immediately made moves against the few who were trying to escape; disciples from Phoenix Kirin Mansion swiftly followed, with the collision and interchange of Magical Tools and screams filling the air.

Below, several Cultivators trapped the pale Wang Qingyang within a cage and hauled him up into the sky.

Tong Jiao looked towards Ke Mo, his eyes tinged with resentment:

"Taoist Friend Ke, what do you think should be done with this heritage?"

Seeing that Tong Jiao had ultimately made a choice, a sense of triumph filled Ke Mo’s heart.

He said leisurely:

"Let us first capture this man, to prevent further disturbances. Continue guarding the Dragon Pool. Without True Word Sect and Eight Treasures Palace, defending against Yang Que from the Imperial Capital may bring more pressure, but we still have many smaller sects and Rogue Cultivators who have been excluded by the cities. Let’s bring them under our command and use them as the vanguard."

"As long as we weather this period, what about Yang Que? What about the Imperial Capital? Huangji Continent will once again return to the governance of our sects..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Ke Mo instinctively looked up at the rapidly flowing clouds around him, frowning:

"Strange, this Wind... why has it suddenly picked up?"

"Wind?"

Tong Jiao slightly turned, looking perplexedly towards the distance.

Inside the cage, feeling the mysteriously accelerating wind speed, Wang Qingyang looked bewildered:

"This wind, why does it carry the ’urgency’ character’s control?"

But it was merely a moment later.

Ke Mo and Tong Jiao both frowned seriously.

The clouds around them were swiftly streaming backward!

The wind blowing from the distance grew rapidly sharp and ferocious.

"Another disaster coming? This wind is alarmingly fierce!"

Ke Mo’s face turned serious, and he called out urgently:

"Be careful, everyone!"

"Form up!"

Before he finished speaking.

A Golden Core Realm cultivator from Phoenix Kirin Mansion was uncontrollably blown away by the raging wind!

And this seemed to be a signal.

Soon after, more cultivators from Phoenix Kirin Mansion, Hundred Refinements Gate, and July Temple couldn’t maintain their positions, and despite exerting all their Mana, they were uncontrollably swept away by the violent wind.

Only a few Nascent Soul Cultivators remained, barely able to maintain their forms against the fierce wind.

Ke Mo and Tong Jiao, among the few, stood unmoving like mountains, keeping Zhao Feng and Wang Qingyang safely behind them.