Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 492 - 459
Chapter 492: Chapter 459
Chapter 492: Chapter 459
Heavenly Sword Sect, Inner Sect.
Cui Hao stood outside the light screen, humbly recounting the events, “Reporting back to Elder Liu, that’s how things went. I specifically arranged for disciples to wait outside the sect and saw with my own eyes that Shen Yi from the indigenous people of Nanyang boarded the Qingyue Treasure Ship.”
“The Pure Moon Sect has made a move?” A familiar voice came from within the light screen, belonging to the owner of the Dao Plate previously suspended outside the Nanyang Sect.
“It can’t be considered a move, only Steward Zheng Qian, Inner Sect Disciple Yan Wencheng, and Elder Liu’s daughter, Miss Liu Qianyun, were involved.”
Cui Hao raised his head and spoke softly, “According to this disciple’s analysis, it might be that Shen Yi forcefully took a stand for Ye Wenxuan, but this possibility is not great. After all, Shen Yi has only just emerged for a few months and, even if he has some private dealings with these people, there is no way they would be willing to follow him to their deaths.”
“A greater likelihood is that Elder Liu, although not showing up personally, gave Liu Qianyun other protective measures, such as a magical treasure… or even an imperial decree.”
Once Cui Hao finished speaking,
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there was a long silence within the light screen before a laugh finally emanated, “Elder Liu Shiqian wouldn’t truly believe that the ownership of the Nanyang Treasure Land could be determined by that Shen surname kid, right? Trying to find another path and compete for the treasure land with this kind of flattering method is truly foolish.”
“Rest assured, I have dispatched people to watch near the Chen family. As soon as there is a trace of Elder Liu, I will present the evidence to you with utmost speed.”
Cui Hao bowed respectfully.
The situation now was actually very simple: all cultivators from Baiyu Capital wanted the Nanyang Treasure Land, but everyone was waiting for someone else to break the stalemate first.
If Liu Shiqian were to be that first one,
then the other elders and direct disciples could freely make their moves.
“Well done, being a steward is a waste for you, go on.” The last word of praise came from within the light screen.
“Thank you for your mercy, Elder Liu.”
Cui Hao performed a grand bow before turning and leaving the place.
It wasn’t until he was far away that a rich smile emerged on his face.
Cui Hao was truly fed up with the identity of a steward. Even after enduring for many years and successfully breaking through to the sixth layer of Return to Void, at best, he would only end up as an external sect elder.
Although this position also carried the word “elder” in its title,
in reality, it was nothing more than doing the sect’s menial tasks.
Throughout the entire sect, no matter what the title, these menial tasks were all for the purpose of gathering resources. Only direct disciples were the ones who got to enjoy these resources.
If talent was insufficient, then one must rely on connections.
With Elder Liu’s words just now,
as long as this matter was handled well, his own affairs would also be considered a success.
Cui Hao gazed deeply at the surrounding cave dwellings, shaking his head in envy before heading toward the steward hall.
He wondered whether the disciples he had sent out had acquired any important information.
Not long after, Cui Hao’s expression suddenly changed.
He saw several familiar figures laughing and standing outside the doors of the steward hall.
Their casual and pleasant expressions, when seen by Cui Hao, made him frown subconsciously, and then, as if thinking of something, a smile also appeared on his face.
Their bodies had no visible injuries, and their auras were abundant and smooth.
This was their way of slapping his, Cui Hao’s, face with the help of Liu Shiqian.
If that was the case, then he would oblige them.
Trading a mere thin face for a great future was too good of a deal.
With this thought in mind,
Cui Hao put on a suspicious expression and slowly approached, “Why have you all returned? Could it be that you take the sect’s affairs as a joke, thinking of reneging?”
“Reneging your grandpa!”
Zheng Qian let out a cold laugh and casually threw over the tribute collected from the Chen family, “Count it up. The extra portion is their apology. In the future, for such minor matters, please bother you old stewards to move your legs and stop bullying the newcomers.”
“…”
Cui Hao infused his divine consciousness into the storage bag and displayed an appropriately surprised and uncertain expression.
Then he looked up with an unsightly face, “How did you do this?”
“What business is it of yours?”
Zheng Qian raised an eyebrow, taking arrogance to the extreme.
Hearing these words, Cui Hao felt another surge of joy in his heart.
If they were relying on means they could not speak of, then it was almost as he had guessed.
“Here’s this as well. Make sure to keep it safe. If even one portion of the Red-Eyed Mysterious Phoenix blood essence is missing, I won’t let you off!” Zheng Qian’s current act of venting was not without reason.
The logic was simple.
If not for Shen Yi hiding a host of tactics, just with their public strengths, although they might not have faced death, embarrassment and surrender would have been inevitable.
Once they lost face in public and messed up the Nan Hong Seven Sons’ tasks,
what future could they have upon their return?
“…”
Cui Hao fell silent for a moment, then finally snorted coldly and walked back into the steward hall, “Follow me.”
He dutifully logged the records and took out a jade slip, whispering a few words.
Soon an external sect elder arrived on a cloud, stepping into the hall and gently waving a sleeve, placing five exquisite jade bottles on the table, “These are the blood essence taken from the blood master during his fifty-thousandth year, always preserved using a secret method, potency abundant.”
“Thank you for your efforts.”
Cui Hao bowed slightly to the external sect elder, then frowned at the group, “Haven’t you taken what’s yours? Leave now, you’re not being escorted out!”
Seeing his reaction, Zheng Qian was delighted and burst out laughing, “The matter isn’t over yet. Don’t forget this direct disciple jade slip of Sister Ye.”
“You don’t need to remind me.” Cui Hao turned and went back inside.
“…” Ye Wenxuan gave Zheng Qian a bow, “Thank you, Senior Zheng.”
“No problem, no problem. I just wanted to disgust him a little.” Zheng Qian waved her hand, finally releasing the pent-up frustration, and left the steward hall with Liu Qianyun and Yan Wencheng, who were both wearing helpless expressions.
The three of them walked out of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
