Published: February 24, 2025
“Hmm, I will send someone to escort you out of the Huangfu Secret Realm.”
Tang Xinying then commanded.
“Be careful on your journey. The world is unpredictable, and one must always be cautious.”
She looked at the departing figure, her heart heavy with concern.
In the Heavenly Punishment Continent, alliances could change in an instant, and trust was a rare commodity.
“Will they really be safe?” she wondered, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease wash over her.
The affairs of the world were notoriously difficult to predict, and the actions of people could often diverge from their words.
As she watched the figures disappear into the distance, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was lurking just out of sight, waiting for the right moment to strike.
“Stay vigilant, Tan Yun,” she whispered to herself, knowing that even the slightest oversight could lead to dire consequences.
Thus, her thoughts turned to the challenges that lay ahead, both for herself and for those she cared about.
In the depths of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, plots were brewing, and secrets were hidden away, buried deep within the shadows of ambition and power.
With her heart resolute, Tang Xinying prepared for whatever storms might come next in this unpredictable world.
“One day, my Tang family will reclaim everything we have lost!”
…
At the same time, all the elders of the Immortal Sect Danmai learned of the suicide incident involving Pang Tong and thirty-nine disciples at the Temporal and Spatial Dao Field!
These thirty-nine disciples included those under Elder Four Lu Yi, Elder Two, Elder Three, Elder Six, Elder Nine, and Elder Sixteen.
The six elders were furious and summoned their respective subordinates that night, notifying the Hall of Discipline’s steward, Han Yong, while instructing their subordinates to thoroughly investigate the matter!
When Han Yong learned of this, he rushed to the Temporal and Spatial Dao Field that night to inspect the bodies of the thirty-nine deceased, hoping to find some clues…
The next morning.
At the Immortal Sect’s Artifact Lineage, Murong Immortal Valley, and Murong Immortal Palace.
Golden sunlight bathed the outside of the palace, illuminating a stunning woman.
The woman wore a floor-length pink dress as thin as a cicada's wing, outlining her tall and charming figure, with a waist so slim it could barely be grasped.
She looked like an angel who had fallen to the mortal realm, her beautiful eyes often revealing a hint of desolation for some unknown reason.
This pink-dressed woman was Murong Shishi, once the chief of the Inner Sect’s Artifact Lineage, and now the eighteenth elder of the Immortal Sect’s Artifact Lineage.
“Whoosh!”
A ghostly figure descended from the sky, transforming into an old woman who bowed to Murong Shishi, saying, “Miss, I have something to report.”
“Hmm, come in and speak.” Murong Shishi turned and entered the Immortal Palace, followed closely by the old woman, who hurriedly set up a soundproof barrier after entering.
“Miss, according to my investigation, last night, the Tang Zun Sacred Dynasty’s Protector entered the Huangfu Sacred Sect under the guise of a servant of Tang Xinying. He left the Sacred Sect around the midnight hour.”
The old woman’s murky eyes sparkled with insight. “I suspect that it is highly likely that the Protector came to find Tang Xinying, and it is related to the Divine Sword obtained from the Ancestor Master of the Huangfu Sacred Sect in the Abyss of the Buried Gods!”
Upon hearing this, Murong Shishi frowned deeply, fell into a brief silence, then lightly nodded her head. “Hmm, I understand. You may leave now.”
“Old servant will take my leave.” Before the old woman’s words finished, she vanished like a wisp of blue smoke.
Murong Shishi’s red lips curled into a charming cold smile. “Tang Xinying, princess of the Tang Zun Sacred Dynasty!”
“Hmph, how many others are lurking in the Huangfu Sacred Sect like you, all for that Divine Sword and the treasures within the Fallen God Canyon!”