Chapter 396 The Young Singer's Journey 65
Chapter 396 The Young Singer's Journey 65
Luo Lei Mountain.
Luolei Mountain was originally named Yue Lei Mountain, but because Lei Mengsha, one of the eight pillars of the Northern Li Kingdom, unfortunately died here during the campaign against Nan Jue, the mountain was renamed Luolei Mountain in his honor.
Unexpectedly, today, Wushuang City intends to ambush and kill Lei Mengsha's two children here.
Dressed in all black, Song Yan Hui gazed at the distant, endless mountain peaks, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
After a moment, he snapped out of his thoughts, turned to Lu Yuzhai beside him, and asked again, "Wushuang didn't come along, did she?"
Lu Yuzhai shook his head: "Master, don't worry, I have taken good care of Wushuang."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan nodded and sighed, "That's very good."
Wushuang is the hope of Wushuang City, and its loss is absolutely unacceptable.
Their planned operation is of great significance to Wushuang City.
Currently, two of the three sword immortals of Snow Moon City have already perished. If they can successfully eliminate Li Hanyi today, Snow Moon City will no longer have a sword immortal to guard it. With the strong support of the White King, Peerless City will have the opportunity to rise again and regain its former glory as the number one city in the world.
However, intercepting and killing a sword immortal is extremely risky.
Although the Furious Sword Immortal was there to help, just in case, he had to leave a glimmer of hope for Wushuang City, a seed that could sprout from the soil in adversity.
Just as the two were talking, a disciple hurried over from a distance, his expression anxious, and interrupted their conversation:
"Lord, we have just received an urgent message. Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi and Prince Yong'an are about to arrive at Thunderfall Mountain."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan quickly adjusted her mindset, regained her composure, and ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone, get ready."
"Yes."
Lu Yuzhai and the other disciples of Wushuang City responded in unison, then quickly covered their faces with black cloths and gripped their weapons tightly. The scene was instantly enveloped in a tense and murderous atmosphere.
The five elders of Wushuang City witnessed this scene, exchanged knowing smiles, and nodded in satisfaction.
They had initially worried that Song Yanhui might be reluctant to cooperate with Wushuang City and the White King, and would therefore hold back in this operation.
However, the sight before them dispelled their doubts.
It seems that Song Yanhui does have some sense of the big picture and understands what is truly beneficial to Wushuang City.
They are just too opinionated and unwilling to be easily manipulated, making them unable to become the puppets they envision.
That's a pity.
A sense of regret arose in the hearts of the five elders.
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Looking at the towering fortress before him, Old Master Tang's eyes narrowed slightly.
He has been in charge of the Tang Clan for thirty years now, and he has always been calm and experienced in his actions. However, today he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
There's no other reason than that he's leading the Tang Clan to accomplish one, or rather, two, major tasks today.
Firstly, they joined forces with the Furious Sword Immortal and the Peerless City to ambush and kill the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and the Prince of Yong'an, ensuring that no one could lend a helping hand at the Heroes' Banquet.
Secondly, it was a good opportunity to wipe out Lei Family Fortress in one fell swoop, avenge the Tang Clan disciples who had died at the hands of Lei Family Fortress, and thus completely end the century-long feud between the two factions.
Neither of these two tasks is easy, but for the future of the Tang Clan, he has to do them.
Besides, now that things have come to this, what does he have to worry about?
Back then, Snow Moon City, relying on its three sword immortals, forcefully 'reconciled' the deep-seated hatred between the Tang Sect and the Thunder Sect.
However, now that Snowmoon City is teetering on the brink of collapse and on the verge of destruction, why would he have any fear left?
"Grandpa, everything is ready. The three elders have already set off to assist the Furious Sword Immortal and Wushuang City. Now, as long as we can hold back Lei Family Fortress, this plan will surely succeed." Tang Huang whispered to Grandpa Tang.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Tang snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling light: "Restraint? You must remember, what we need to do today is to completely eradicate Lei Family Fortress and wipe it out of the martial arts world."
Upon hearing this, Tang Huang's heart tightened, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He quickly lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Tang Huang will remember."
Old Master Tang then managed a smile, which he quickly concealed, replacing it with a calm and collected expression. He led the Tang Clan members behind him and strode into the gates of Lei Family Fortress.
Just after they went inside, several figures suddenly appeared around the corner not far away. One of them said, "Everyone says that we Dark River people are ruthless, but judging from what we've seen today, these prestigious sects are just as ruthless when they get going."
Upon hearing this, Mu Liangyue covered her mouth and chuckled charmingly, her voice tinged with amusement: "Hehehe, the human heart is unpredictable, and desires are insatiable. In this bustling world, which force is truly clean?"
Xie Jiucheng looked up and thought for a moment: "You're right. We just need to do what we need to do. As for other people's troubles and entanglements, let them be. We won't interfere."
In order to successfully complete the important task entrusted to him by Xiao Yu, Su Changhe went to great lengths. He divided the Dark River in two, keeping one part with him at headquarters, where he tirelessly pondered the wording of the rumors, striving to make every word precious and persuasive.
The other group spreads rumors and keeps a close eye on the prevailing sentiment in the community. If any deviation occurs in the spread of rumors, they can quickly adjust their strategy to ensure the mission is successfully completed.
Mu Liangyue and Xie Jiucheng were among the secret sentries monitoring the political climate of the martial arts world.
They heard that Lei Family Fort was holding a heroes' banquet, and that all the major forces in the martial arts world would come to attend. So they secretly sneaked in, intending to find out what was going on. Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon the Tang Clan's affair.
Mu Liangyue smiled gently, a sly glint in her eyes: "Although we said we wouldn't interfere, we still need to inform everyone about this matter in time, so as to avoid any mishaps in the future."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jiucheng nodded indifferently, showing no objection.
The martial arts world is in turmoil, with various factions harboring their own secrets and plotting their own affairs.
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Qingcheng Mountain, Qiankun Hall.
A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a purple robe sat upright on a futon with his eyes closed and his mind focused. Only occasionally did his fingers lightly twitch, as if he were calculating something.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly shimmering with purple light, and blurted out, "Little fairy."
As these three words were uttered, the statues of the Three Pure Ones behind him trembled violently.
However, the Taoist remained unmoved, his fingers flying across the paper as he furrowed his brow more and more, muttering to himself, "He really was right."
The Taoist priest's heart sank. He turned sharply to face the statue of his patriarch, bowed his head, and said in a low voice, "Disciple Zhao Yuzhen is unfilial. I will descend the mountain today."
Before the words were finished, the statue of the Three Pure Ones trembled even more violently, and even the entire Qiankun Hall trembled.
However, Zhao Yuzhen ignored her, chuckled, turned around and walked to the entrance of the main hall, gently pushing the door open.
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