Who Brought Him into Chapter 488 - 431: Sending Off the Plague God

Chapter 488: Chapter 431: Sending Off the Plague God

Watching as ti passed day by day, by the fourth day, Ling Wuce inexplicably had a strange intuition.

At the chanism site, cultivators were already shuttling back and forth. Besides disciples of the Mo Family, there was also a group of cultivators wearing robes interspersed with dark and white colors—those were disciples of the Piaomiao Sect.

Outside the mountain stream, there were two Celestial Wave Ferries belonging to the Mo Family. The ships had arrived in the morning, fully loaded with Spirit Stones, a gesture that could only be described as grand.

By the ti Piaomiao Sect disciples began helping to load the Spirit Stones, the strange intuition in Ling Wuce’s heart grew increasingly intense.

Suspiciously, he ford a seal using the Divination Path Eye, and upon surveying his surroundings again, he was almost scared out of his wits.

The entire bottom of the mountain stream was now a red ocean, especially as those eight old guys huddled together, the On Star above their heads shining like a lantern.

The old fellows were still oblivious, happily lingering within the chanism.

Mo Xiuwen erged with the On Star overhead. After days of readjustnts, the energy from the chanism conversion had changed. They had tested it a few tis, and injecting a small amount of Spiritual Power wouldn’t cause any issues.

As for how much to infuse, he wasn’t sure, which was why the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect boldly sent two boatloads of Spirit Stones.

"If it’s not enough, we’ll replenish it. Whatever’s left, it’s all yours."

He certainly wouldn’t let Mo Xiuwen help without compensation. If successful, Piaomiao Sect would owe the Mo Family a trendous favor.

Not just Piaomiao Sect, but any of the remaining seven sects would owe a favor if they had any sense.

The Mo Family really hit the jackpot this ti. Ling Wuce smirked strangely at Mo Xiuwen; he too was a prodigy, though not in cultivation, this ability was even more terrifying than cultivation talent.

But...

"Your On Stars are shining!"

Ling Wuce couldn’t help but warn the group. This thing could lead to serious disaster or, at the very least, severe bad luck.

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect was clearly a bit shocked; everything was ready, and it was about to start, and now you’re telling

we’re going to be unlucky?

"Is there a way to resolve it?"

That’s how he responded, encountering such mysterious matters, naturally seeking a professional.

Resolve it?

Now it was Ling Wuce’s turn to be astonished. Isn’t the Celestial Secret Tower professional enough?

Have they resolved it?

They had to endure their misfortune as usual; the entire sect was destroyed, and now they were said to be living under soone else’s roof, awaiting reconstruction!

"I recomnd you stop what you’re doing, wait until the storm passes, then proceed."

Ling Wuce sighed, speaking out.

Stop?

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect certainly wouldn’t agree. The bow was drawn, and everything was ready; stopping now would be a joke, right?

Moreover, what he said earlier wasn’t a joke. If they didn’t take advantage of this montum, he might not dare to proceed in a few days.

Furthermore, this venture was filled with danger and the unknown from the start.

"Could it be because of what I’m about to do that the stars are lit?"

He speculated.

Ling Wuce thought about it and had to admit there was so truth to that, but not much.

It shouldn’t be that all those people had On Stars over their heads!

"Perhaps it’s because of that Plague God?"

The smart Elder Luo pointed to Han Yu, lying perfectly still outside, hinting.

Everyone knew when this guy was around, misfortune followed.

The title "Plague God" had been certified by the Celestial Secret Tower, a professional acknowledgnt.

It must be said, this explanation quickly gained unanimous acceptance from the group of old fellows.

Quietly lying there, Han Yu was completely unaware he’d been labeled as the Plague God again for no reason.

A group ca out, circled his body, and engaged in endless discussion.

"We probably shouldn’t have him here during such important matters. Perhaps we send him far away, and bring him back once it’s done?"

The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower rubbed his chin, pondering aloud.

"How far is far enough?"

Elder Luo seed to agree, but wasn’t certain about the safe distance.

The group looked to Ling Wuce; as soone from the Divination Path, his authority was recognized.

"Don’t look at ! I can’t be sure."

Ling Wuce wouldn’t make decisions for them, especially with the Celestial Secret Tower’s tragedy still fresh in mory. Since these old fossils weren’t giving up, he absolutely wouldn’t get involved.

In the end, it was the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect who made the decision, and his thod was quite good.

"Have my people take him aboard a ship, sail as far as possible, and bring him back once it’s over."

Thus, Han Yu was carried away.

Ling Wuce still felt uneasy, couldn’t help but say, "Shouldn’t we consult with the Mo Family, Senior?"

"It’s just borrowing a small place, there’s nothing more to discuss."

The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect spoke irritably, it’s not like they’re borrowing the Mo Family’s Divine Strategy Institute!

Besides, it would be them who are unlucky, it’s not like they could drag the Mo Family down with them.

"Rest assured, I have it under control. If any loss befalls the Mo Family, I will compensate."

Ling Wuce’s expression was peculiar, internally grumbling non-stop. Knowing he was jinxed, he still continued, unafraid of the prophecy coming true.

Since they had already said this, there was nothing more he could say.

Soon, two ships ascended into the air one after the other, causing quite a commotion. Everyone perceived the sound of them breaking through the void gradually growing distant, then they waited for another half a two-hour.

"They must be far enough now, right?"

The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect looked to the sky and said.

"A distance of a thousand miles, surely."

A group of people nodded in agreent.

Ling Wuce looked again at several people’s heads, seemingly noticing the On Star really dimming.

Could it be that sending them far enough away truly avoids disaster!

Whether or not it works was no longer important; since the On Star wasn’t shining anymore, things naturally had to proceed.

At the top of the chanism, the Mo Family disciples were already pouring Spirit Stones, while Mo Xiuwen was making the final confirmations.

And a group of old fellows was gradually feeling a tense atmosphere; things imagined to be good were one thing, but it was all still imagined matters.

Whether it succeeds or not, it must be tried to see the results.

The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect stood within the circle, silently looking up, recalling all the good deeds done throughout life.

"Surely, it’s not too few?"

"Shouldn’t I be blessed?"

"You can’t seriously let

die, right?"

"I am genuinely paving a path for future generations, very noble..."

The distant onlookers turned gloomy, seeing this last-minute attempt to accumulate virtue; what use could it really serve.

"What do you think, old monk?"

Elder Luo teasingly asked the Great Elder of the Galan Temple beside him.

"Amitabha, laying down the butcher’s knife, one instantly becos Buddha."

The other clasped hands, reciting a Buddhist saying.

Elder Luo thought it was banter and quirkily asked, "Do you an it can really be done?"

"No!"

The old monk shook his head, "I just wanted to tell you, at our Galan Temple, we never believed in that saying."

On the mountain cliffs, the old butler stood with Mo Yushu, overlooking the happenings below.

This group of people was planning sothing the Mo Family naturally knew about, yet they didn’t stop it.

"What do you think, if that person from the Piaomiao Sect really succeeds, how should the Mo Family respond?"

Mo Yushu seed to be asking the old butler, yet also seed to speak to himself.

The old butler pondered for a mont with his aged face, then quietly spoke, "Indeed, if it’s successful, all transcending realm cultivators throughout the world must prepare to co to us humbly."

Connections or resources, even conditions, these things could make the Mo Family’s prestige rise to its peak.

No transcending realm cultivator could resist the temptation of making further advances.

"If it’s truly successful, that person from the Piaomiao Sect might leave a significant mark in the history of the Cultivator Realm."

Mo Yushu spoke with so envy.

"Wrong, if it’s truly successful, Xiuwen, this child, will appear as astonishingly talented in the history of the Cultivator Realm."

The old butler grinned and laughed heartily.

"I’ve always said, Xiuwen’s talent can’t be suppressed, sooner or later it will shine brilliantly."

Hearing this, Mo Yushu smiled gently, as he, too, knew about Mo Xiuwen’s talent, as did everyone in the Mo Family.

"Do you think sothing might go wrong, after all, Han Yu is here..."

The old butler suddenly shifted his tone, asking instead.

"Rumors shouldn’t be trusted, besides, that person also promised to compensate the Mo Family for any losses incurred."

Since the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect dared to speak of this, Mo Yushu had nothing to fear.

"You should know, after the Celestial Secret Tower was destroyed, the entire Bitter Lotus Sect, including the sect and the whole mountain, got wiped out."

Thinking about the situation of the Bitter Lotus Sect, the old butler still felt lingering fear.

"It shouldn’t be that malevolent..."

Mo Yushu waved dismissively as he spoke, but his face suddenly froze, along with the old butler beside him, whose expression also changed drastically...