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Wu Sheng cupped his fists together and said, “There’s no need for that, Pavilion Master… The Ten Shamans are far more powerful than the ten great elites. How are you going to face them when you’re outside your barrier?”
Ren Buping waved his hand. He asked the subordinate below him, “Where’s the Third Seat?”
“The Third Seat is with Sword Saint Luo Shisan. They’ll be here soon,” the subordinate replied with a bow.
A frown was etched on Hua Wudao’s face at this moment. The situation he had most wanted to avoid was here. He was from the Yun Sect, and yet, now he had joined the Evil Sky Pavilion. The people he least wanted to meet were his former comrades.
“Elder Hua… Luo Shisan should be interested in cultivating alone. Why would he collude with the Fiend Temple? I thought the Yun Sect prided itself on being a part of the Noble Path,” Mingshi Yin said mockingly.
Hua Wudao’s wizened face flushed in embarrassment, but he did not reply. He had joined the Evil Sky Pavilion after all. What else could he say?
Pan Zhong said, “Sword Saint Luo Shisan is the younger brother of Luo Changqing, one of the three Sword Freaks. The two of them have reached great heights in their sword skills and have always been focused on seeking the path. They rarely involve themselves in other conflicts. I didn’t expect Luo Shisan to become another person’s pawn.”
Wu Sheng shook his head and said disapprovingly, “You’re wrong to say that, Brother Pan. You’re from the Clarity Sect which also belongs to the Noble Path. Since you’ve joined the Evil Sky Pavilion, aren’t you the Evil Sky Pavilion’s pawn?”
A gust of wind blew past.
Wu Sheng and Wu Guan’s red robes fluttered in the air. Their attitude was completely different from before and had turned confrontational.
Pan Zhong snorted and said, “I have no regrets joining the Evil Sky Pavilion. You’re the descendants of the famous Ten Shamans, and yet, you’re reduced to being Mo Li’s watchdogs. Tell me, don’t you think you’ve let your predecessors down?”
“It’s useless to exchange verbal jibes. The sun and the moon bear witness to my loyalty to the palace.” Wu Shen cupped his fists together.
“Loyalty my ass!” Pan Zhong could not take this any longer as he said, “You dare tell me you’re unaware of what kind of person Mo Li is?”
Wu Sheng had spoken with great confidence before this. However, upon hearing this, he frowned slightly. “You, what do you know?”
“What a coincidence,” Pan Zhong said, “When I was looking for a cure all those years ago, the witch doctors aren’t the only ones I visited. I went to the palace to seek treatment from the Imperial physicians as well… At that time, I discovered something.”
Duanmu Sheng turned to look at Pan Zhong and said, “Spit it out. What kind of person is Mo Li?”
“Mo Li… is the Second Prince’s, Liu Huan, lover!” Pan Zhong paused for a moment before he added, “To be more precise, Mo Li is the Second Prince’s male lover!”
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Mingshi Yin. “???”
Duanmu Sheng. “…”
Ren Buping. “???”
The air froze over. The atmosphere was awkward.
Wu Sheng and Wu Guan had unnatural expressions on their faces at this moment.
Even Lu Zhou did not expect things to turn out like this. ‘After going around in such a big circle, Mo Li turns out to be a man? This revelation is too shocking.’
The people present on the scene had difficulties believing it.
If that was the case…
‘Isn’t the Second Prince Liu Huan a ‘Dong Xian was a Han Dynasty politician who quickly rose from obscurity as a minor official to being the most powerful official in the imperial administration of Emperor Ai within a span of a few years, with most scholars agreeing that Dong’s quick career advancement came mostly because of his personal relationship with Emperor Ai, very likely a romantic & sexual one, rather than a demonstration of abilities.Dong Xian1‘? No, no, Mo Li should be the ‘Dong Xian.’ As Lu Zhou thought about it, he could not help but picture the Second Prince A reference to an episode involving Dong and Emperor Ai, who often slept together on the same straw mat. One afternoon, after Emperor Ai woke up from a nap, Dong was still sleeping, and Emperor Ai’s sleeve was stuck under Dong’s head. Rather than waking Dong up, Emperor Ai cut off his sleeve to allow Dong to continue to sleep without disturbance.cutting his own sleeve with a knife2.
‘Uh…’ Lu Zhou turned to look at Fan Xiuwen who was lying in the flying chariot.
Fan Xiuwen had a murderous look on his face. His eyeballs seemed as though they were going to pop out of their sockets. His lips were trembling.
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Lu Zhou wondered what Fan Xiuwen was feeling right now. He quickly shook his head to clear these distracting thoughts and focused his attention on Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng was visibly enraged. He pointed at Pan Zhong and said, “You insulted our predecessors, the Ten Shamans, back at the Evil Sky Pavilion. I didn’t hold it against you out of consideration for the pavilion master, but now, you’re insulting Lord Mo Li… If I don’t kill you, I will be ashamed of facing the Ten Shamans!” As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
The 30 red-robed cultivators immediately gathered together. Their faint Primal Qi suddenly became unbelievably powerful. Meanwhile, the ten faint purplish light circles on the ground shone with greater intensity.
“The power of the Ten Shamans!” Ren Buping laughed. “Ji Tiandao, looks like fleeing is your only option! The Ten Shamans are nothing like the ten great elites!”
The light circles were gradually filled with the faint purplish power and were completed in no time.
Lu Zhou looked at the ten light circles and asked, “Is this the so-called power of the Ten Shamans?”
Wu Sheng’s eyes began to turn red as he said, “I have but one request; hand Ye Tianxin over. If you fulfill this request, I’ll spare the Evil Sky Pavilion.” His robes fluttered in the air as his Primal Qi spiked.
Meanwhile, Wu Guan’s eyes reddened as well. One, three, five… up to ten red-robed cultivators’ eyes turned red as well!
“You want Ye Tianxin?” Lu Zhou asked.
“Ye Tianxin is one of the Bais. There’s no need to fool yourself or others, old senior.” Wu Sheng’s aura spiked again.
A hint of shock flashed past Ren Buping’s eyes. He raised his voice and said, “Ji Tiandao, did you live so long for nothing? Don’t you know the Bais’ Cheng Huang can extend your life beyond 2,000 years?”
Wu Sheng’s head snapped back to look at Ren Buping, causing Ren Buping to fall silent immediately.
Ren Buping could clearly feel that Wu Sheng’s bearing and gaze had undergone a huge change. He was sure the person hovering before him was no longer Wu Sheng.
At this moment, Primal Qi shot up from one of the faint purplish light circles on the ground and swiftly merged with Wu Sheng.
The red-robed cultivators who experienced no changes behind Wu Sheng bowed and said in unison, “Greetings, Lord Wu Xian!”
There was a mountain in Great Yan called the Sculpted Jade Door. The movements of the sun and the moon were traced on it. The spiritual mountain was the dwelling of the Ten Shamans; Wu Xian, Wu Ji, Wu Ban, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di, Wu Xie, and Wu Luo. The Ten Shamans could fly in the skies and tunnel in the ground. There was nothing they could not do.
Ren Buping humbled himself. He cupped his fists and said, “Welcome, Lord Wu Xian.”
Wu Xian who had successfully manifested through Wu Sheng was the leader of the Ten Shamans.
Hua Wudao asked in a hushed tone, “Pavilion Master, what do you plan to do?”
Lu Zhou was, naturally, slightly shocked by this, but he did not let it show on his face. He had thought this was a Grand Formation that was meant to take down or steal the mountain’s barrier. He did not expect it to summon the Ten Shamans. Such powerful opponents were not someone his disciples could handle. ‘Must I use the Peak Trial Card?’
Before Lu Zhou could make up his mind, voices began to ring in the air again.
“Greetings, lord Wu Ji!”
The faint purplish light circles shot out Primal Qi again.
“Greetings, lord Wu Ban!”
They hovered in the air with a demeanor befitting of the Ten Shamans!
Even the foolhardy Duanmu Sheng seemed dumbfounded.
Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di, Wu Xie, and Wu Luo…
The remaining Ten Shamans possessed the bodies of the red-robed cultivators.
A powerful purplish energy burned brightly around their bodies like flames. Their insignificant opponents were now formidable foes!
Ten of them hovered before the cloud-splitting chariot.
Wu Sheng, or more aptly, Wu Xian, looked at Lu Zhou and said indifferently, “So, it’s only a junior whose 1,000-year limit is upon him…” Only Wu Xian would be able to say something like this among everyone present on the scene.
When Ren Buping heard this, he shuddered inwardly. ‘This tone… There’s no doubt he’s one of the Ten Shamans!’ He said hastily, “Senior Wu… Cheng Huang is most likely inside Ye Tianxin. Please lend us your strength to obliterate the Evil Sky Pavilion!”