Two disciples guarded by his side, their hands forming sword gestures, also remained vigilant.
Finally.
The three of them found the secret passage and walked through the corridor all the way to the chamber where the Soul Suppressing Vase was kept.
Looking at the empty chamber, the middle-aged Qi Refiner paused, then gave a wry smile, "Let’s go, I should have thought of this."
"Thought of what?" the female disciple asked.
"Dragon Willow Villa has been operating for so many years without incident, yet suddenly such a tragedy occurred. If there wasn’t soone behind it, how could this be possible?" the middle-aged Qi Refiner said, "There must be Evil Demons descending to the world, giving Prince Duan the opportunity to hasten the maturation of the magical treasures..."
"Hasten maturation?" the female disciple was stunned and exclaid in shock, "Prince Duan has gone mad, using so many lives to hasten the maturation of magical treasures, isn’t he afraid of being denounced?"
"In normal tis, he certainly wouldn’t do such a thing, but it’s different when he is misled by the presence of Evil Demons at his side," the middle-aged Qi Refiner said, "Evil Demons each have their own divine skills. If Prince Duan is influenced by Evil Demons, he might take action prematurely."
"Master, are you saying there are Evil Demons alongside Prince Duan?" the male disciple asked.
"Very likely," the middle-aged Qi Refiner replied.
"Should we go looking for Prince Duan?" the female disciple asked.
"If the Evil Demons are by Prince Duan’s side, my rank isn’t high enough," the middle-aged Qi Refiner said, "At the very least, your grand-uncle master would have to step in."
"But if we return to the mountain to summon grand-uncle master and the Evil Demons take the opportunity to cause chaos and strengthen themselves, what then?" the female disciple asked worriedly, "Just for a magical treasure, they dared to kill so many people. Once they get involved in the prince’s succession struggle, who knows how many more will die unjustly!"
"Die unjustly?" The middle-aged Qi Refiner looked at his two disciples and said, "If stirring up wars in the Mortal Realm could draw them out, that would already be fortunate. What I fear is not them erging, but them going into hiding!"
"Why?" the female disciple asked.
"..." The middle-aged Qi Refiner fell silent for a mont before speaking, "The Heavenly Master has decreed that the chaos wrought by Evil Demons is not confined to the Mortal Realm but extends to the Three Realms. Only by thwarting them while they are weak can we save the Three Realms from peril. Hence, even the Evil Demons that reveal themselves now are easier to deal with; what we truly fear are those who hide away, eventually rging with the world to grow in the dark. Those are the real calamities."
"Master, if the threat of the Evil Demons is so grave, why doesn’t the Heavenly Court send troops to annihilate them directly? Why must we, the Qi Refiners, search the Mortal Realm?" the male disciple asked, "Can’t the Daoist Ancestor, with his vast divine skills, deduce their hiding places?"
"The intentions of the Daoist Ancestor are not for us mortals to guess," the middle-aged Qi Refiner shook his head and said, "We simply follow orders, as for why the Immortal Realm doesn’t send troops? Why do you think Emperor Donghua suddenly descended to the Mortal Realm not long ago? It’s just that the Evil Demons are weak for now and don’t require the Emperor’s intervention yet!"
"I see," the two disciples said sowhat unclearly, nodding their heads.
It was truly a tight defense, with the big shot himself stationed in the Mortal Realm, leaving no ti for the Alien Warriors to grow!
Hiding within the middle-aged Qi Refiner, Duge felt a sense of emotion, once again realizing this was the most difficult Alien Battlefield. In Luo Shuang’s case, the State Preceptor could only vaguely predict future calamities, but the Immortal Gods here were much stronger than the State Preceptor, perhaps even the affairs of Pan-Universe Entertainnt behind the Alien Warriors had been foreseen.
However.
The more formidable the native beings of the world, the more delighted Duge was because it ant he could acquire even more powerful forces, and also ant that Pan-Universe Entertainnt was gradually increasing the difficulty of the Alien Battlefields for the sake of higher viewership ratings.
If this continues, one day, Pan-Universe Entertainnt will lose control over the Alien Battlefields, and that will be his chance.
...
"Let’s go," the middle-aged Qi Refiner said, looking after his two disciples, "There’s nothing more to investigate here, back to Dragon Tiger Mountain."
"Master, aren’t we going to Fan City to investigate the Evil Demons?" the male disciple asked.
"There are no Cultivation Sects around Fan City; the Evil Demons cannot learn Cultivation thods, so there’s no reason for them to suddenly target Dragon Willow Villa, nor the capability to kill everyone there. It’s clear that this is the work of Evil Cultivators, unrelated to Evil Demons. Prince Duan’s situation is more critical, and it’s not worth our ti to waste it in Fan City," the middle-aged Qi Refiner stated firmly.
Saying this, he got up and started walking out, noticeably quickening his pace – he clearly didn’t want to waste any more ti here.
Now was the mont.
Having completed the investigation and even ready to head back with a conclusion, it ant that he had let down all his guard.
In the mont before the three of them left the chamber, Duge suddenly lashed out. Dark God Power suddenly unfurled, separating him from the others.
Dullness, sluggishness, corrosion – a series of negative curses were all bestowed by Duge upon the three of them.
At the sa ti.
Duge’s steel knife fiercely chopped at the middle-aged Qi Refiner’s nape.
Strike first to gain the upper hand.
Without knowing the extent of the Qi Refiner’s divine skills, of course, he would want to take out the strongest first. When on opposing sides, there’s no need to consider so much about right and wrong; survival is the top priority.
Splash!
Duge’s steel knife cut into the Qi Refiner’s neck, but rather than beheading him as he had imagined, the knife only penetrated three inches before being stopped with a clang, and the fine quality steel blade broke off.
Flesh as hard as iron?
Duge hesitated for a mont, then noticed a whip-like strike tearing through the Dark God Power and aiming for him. The sword light was obstructed by the Dark God Power, moving like a bullet shot into water; it started fast but quickly slowed down, even wavering in its trajectory.
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