NOVPUB"You, you’re poisonous, aren’t you?"
Within the Spiritual Government, the eccentric voice couldn’t help but speak up, its tone filled with shock and an inexplicable sense of awe.
Upon hearing this, Shen Fu’s face immediately turned dark. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
He glanced around cautiously.
And defended himself:
"I didn’t do this!"
"That’s why I say you’re poisonous! Last time was the same, no, this time was even more ruthless. Last time there was at least a holy child left, but this time, not a single one!"
The eccentric voice was full of complexity:
"Once it’s like this, twice it’s also like this... You wouldn’t be hiding your identity from me, would you?"
"It seems like you’re just a cannon fodder from the bottom of the Cultivation World, but in reality, you’re the Son of Heaven’s Mandate..."
Shen Fu’s face turned even darker.
Desiring to defend himself, he yet felt somewhat powerless.
He could only snort and say, frowning:
"This really has nothing to do with me. It’s entirely because they carelessly captured other cultivators without understanding the situation and suffered backlash."
However, the eccentric voice scoffed:
"Of course I believe you, but do you think the primitive Demonic Sect would believe you? Would your so-called master believe you?"
Shen Fu couldn’t help but furrow his brow even deeper:
"What are you trying to say?"
The eccentric voice sneered:
"Do I even need to say it? I don’t believe you can’t figure it out on your own."
Shen Fu fell into a brief silence, a heavy look flashing in his eyes.
Although he had no good impressions of those three holy children,
he was well aware of the huge waves their simultaneous death would cause within the sect.
And as the only survivor, untouched and unharmed, that would seem inconsistent to anyone.
What bothered him even more was:
"Why did those four Nascent Soul Cultivators suddenly explode?"
He voiced this doubt.
To Shen Fu’s confusion, the eccentric voice seemed rather indifferent:
"Do you even need to ask? Using four cultivators from the Kingdom of Immortals as bait to destroy several holy children, in the whole Fenglin Continent, aside from the primitive Demonic Sect, only Jin has that ability. It must be the handiwork of Jin."
"Jin?"
Hearing this unexpected yet reasonable speculation, Shen Fu was first stunned and then realized:
"Could it be that Jin intends to shift the disaster eastward?"
"It’s quite an obvious little trick, but sometimes these little tricks can be very effective."
The eccentric voice spoke nonchalantly, filled with certainty.
"Should I report the truth to the Demon Sect then?"
Shen Fu pondered for a moment before asking.
But the eccentric voice lazily retorted:
"Report my ass, I already said the more you defend yourself, the less people will believe you. Saying the Clerics of Ten Thousand Gods’ Country ambushed the Demon Sect’s holy children is more believable—after all, there were heavenly signs as evidence..."
"Of course, if you insist on telling the truth, don’t blame your cheap master from taking action against you ahead of time. A cauldron suspected of killing three holy children of the Demonic Sect all at once, tsk tsk, unless his head has been kicked, what do you think, will he let you live?"
Hearing the eccentric voice’s words, Shen Fu became contemplative.
And the next moment, he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end!
The eccentric voice also seemed to sense something and instantly fell silent.
At the same time, a deep voice filled with fury reached his ears:
"What on earth is going on here?!"
Shen Fu’s heart trembled, and he looked up.
He then saw a figure of an old man bathed in surging Demonic Qi standing in midair.
He quickly bowed in a gesture of respect:
"Shen Fu greets Elder Qin."
The figure of the old man suppressed his fury and said in a heavy voice:
"Shen Fu! Tell me, what exactly happened!"
Shen Fu hesitated, then with a pained expression said:
"Reporting back to Elder Qin, just now four Clerics of Ten Thousand Gods’ Country suddenly attacked..."
...
"Martial Uncle, how did it go?"
In Song State, just above the surface of the ground.
A streak of light flew by at high speed.
Within that streak of light were Tang Ji and Wang Ba.
At this moment, Wang Ba’s gaze was fixed on the northeast, yet he saw nothing, which made him speak up impatiently.
Tang Ji felt around cautiously, somewhat unsure:
"This should have worked... right?"
Wang Ba couldn’t help but show a hint of confusion, looking intently towards the northeast again, still seeing nothing, and asked Tang Ji with a serious expression:
"Martial Uncle, are you sure? Really exploded?"
"This is about the safety of Master Song and the others. If those four people weren’t killed in the explosion, we will have to adjust our plan immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ji’s expression also became solemn, and he quickly felt around once more, finally gritting his teeth and nodding:
"I can’t be sure, but there should be a ninety percent chance..."
Wang Ba’s heart tensed.
A ninety percent chance was already very high, but in such a situation, they couldn’t afford to bet on the slim ten percent chance of failure.
With this in mind, he reached for a Spirit Beast Bag somewhat hesitantly.
But just then, Tang Ji suddenly said:
"There’s news from Master Song!"
The Spirit Rhinoceros Stone vibrated, and soon the voice of Song Dongyang, filled with ecstasy, came through:
"Haha! Wang Ba, Junior Brother Tang! How did you do it?"
"The Nascent Soul Cultivators from Lao State have all backed off!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ji instantly looked overjoyed as he turned to Wang Ba. Though silent, his meaning was clear.
And a smile appeared on Wang Ba’s face.
It seemed Martial Uncle Tang had indeed succeeded.
Immediately, his smile faded, and he hurriedly asked:
"How many Clerics of Ten Thousand Gods’ Country’s Nascent Souls are still around Master Song?"
Tang Ji quickly relayed the question.
From the Spirit Rhinoceros Stone, Song Dongyang’s voice soon followed:
