Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 271 Lao Yinbi

Many sects in the world are actually made from the same mold, with similar structures.

But Guiguzi is definitely one of the exceptions.

Guigu is not a valley, nor is it a place name. Rather, it is a legendary ancient tradition. Based on this tradition, five exceptionally powerful cultivators at the Transformation Realm were created, who called themselves the Five Masters of Guigu.

How strong are the Five Greats?
To put it simply, back in Beishi City, within the area of ​​the Holy Palace's secret treasure, Han Youzhi used his avatar technique to defeat the already defeated Xianzhu, but he was still almost exhausted.

Of course, if it's just about strength, there are plenty of experts in Kyushu.

The most distinctive feature of the people in Guigu is that they have no roots and are employed by others year-round. As long as they are paid enough, they will take on any job.

They were capable of kidnapping the prime minister's daughter in Beishi City.

Why would someone like this suddenly come to our Changjingmen?
Huang Bing had a sudden thought: Could it be related to Ji Shaofu's kidnapping and murder?
After calming himself down, Huang Bingping quietly activated his spiritual energy before saying to Li Qi, "Please come in."

If the other party was intent on starting a fight, they wouldn't be seeking an audience outside. Let's hear what this old Taoist priest with the candle has to say first.

He didn't come alone with the candle.

He walked at the front, draped in a black robe. The candlelight in the hall faintly illuminated the layers of wrinkles under his hood that almost completely concealed his inner folds.

Behind him were three cultivators, each with a profound aura, who should all be at the Opening Mansion Realm with considerable cultivation.

Among them were two men and one woman; one was carrying an iron spear, the other a longbow, and the other a slightly plump woman with a somewhat haggard face.

Huang Bing stood up from afar and bowed slightly towards Xianzhu as a gesture of respect: "Senior Xianzhu, it is an honor to have you grace us with your presence. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly."

Accustomed to the impoliteness of holding a candle, he dragged a chair in and sat down, putting his feet up on the table. In a sharp, hoarse voice, he said, "Forget it. It's only natural for Sect Master Huang to recuperate in the sect with an injury to his spiritual palace. We Ghost Valley folk are roughnecks; why bother with formalities?"

Huang Bing's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank slightly.

Did Xianzhu know that he was seriously injured?
He couldn't hold onto the tiger skin anymore; if a fight broke out, he was no match for this old Taoist priest from Guigu Valley.

The skin on Xianzhu's face peeled back, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Sect Leader Huang, I'm not here to fight you today. I'm here to deliver a message."

After saying that, the old Taoist waved his hand, and the man carrying the iron spear and the man carrying the longbow immediately stepped forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Bing.

Jin Hong was impatient, and Liang Wan was the one who spoke first. He coughed to clear his throat and said, "Sect Leader Huang, to be honest, some time ago, Elder Ji Shaofu of your sect was kidnapped by us brothers."

Huang Bing's eyes twitched suddenly, and his hand on the table unconsciously tightened, leaving a deep palm print.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xianzhu: "Senior, are you trying to wipe us out completely?"

"Sect Leader Huang has misunderstood!"

Jin Hong's voice boomed: "Let's deal with things one by one. If the murder failed, then it failed. We brothers are in this blood-licking business. Even if... even if we lose a brother, we'll accept it!"

The old Taoist priest with the candle in his hand finally spoke up: "Master Huang, it is your skill to have experts in your sect, but the master here clearly knows you inside and out, yet he still expects my disciple to jump into the fire pit. I have to settle this score with them. That's why I'm here to remind Master Huang first."

Huang Bing's expression darkened further.

Therefore, Ji Shaofu was attacked because someone hired a disciple of Guigu to ambush and kill her, and this so-called "boss" actually knew everything about the Changjing Sect.

Could it be a mole?

No, we can't just listen to one side of the story and start doubting our own people...

Thinking of this, Huang Binggang smiled and asked, "Have you heard of Xing Ye from the Martial Arts Platform, Sect Leader Huang?"

But then again, if it were the martial arts arena, then the one-sided account from the person holding the candle wouldn't necessarily be untenable. "The martial arts arena..."

In fact, Huang Bing had harbored some suspicions about the court of Xiao Chen for many years.

Whether it's river transport or tile-building craftsmen, banding together isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it makes coordination easier. However, if it becomes too powerful, it's normal for the imperial court to disapprove.

Animals that can be controlled with three or five copper coins are now demanding ten or twenty coins just because they've raised the banner of the Long Whale Sect. If a Celestial Realm expert emerges in the future and the Long Whale Sect secures its position, what will become of them?

Huang Bing never expected that the people at the martial arts arena would resort to such ruthless means, actually hiring thugs to rob and kill Ji Shaofu.

That's true. After all, there's still a lot of cooperation on the surface, but if we really talk about it, it's not a glorious thing to undermine local sects.

Huang Bing let out a long breath: "I see, I see."

The old Taoist priest with the candle tapped lightly on the table: "We, the Ghost Valley, travel the Nine Provinces, and we are not to be bullied. Otherwise, how can we do business? In two months, when my junior brother arrives, I will definitely go to the martial arts arena and cause a scene, making sure they are seriously injured. I wonder if Sect Leader Huang..."

Huang Bing waved his hand: "After all, to establish a foothold in Xiao Chen Kingdom, I, Huang Bing, do not have the guts to openly oppose the imperial court."

Upon hearing this, Yingzi, who was lagging behind, immediately burst out laughing.

During this mission, her husband died, and since it happened right in front of her master, she couldn't seek revenge, so she became particularly unrestrained in her mockery.

Huang Bing wasn't annoyed. He simply said lightly, "However, the son of the Minister of Works happens to be cultivating at our Changjing Sect. I remember that the Liancheng Illusionary Realm is going to start its martial arts competition soon. He is quite skilled and may stand out. I plan to send him there to gain some experience. But swords have no eyes, and I'm worried that something might happen to him."

"Ah."

The old Taoist priest with the candle sneered, "If I were you, I would have slaughtered that damned Minister's entire family. You bunch of people, I don't even know what kind of turtle-like cultivation you've achieved. You've wasted my trip, bah!"

After speaking with the candle in hand, he stood up and called his disciple to leave.

The old Taoist priest spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with thick phlegm onto the table.

Huang Bing looked for a long time, and could only sigh and shake his head.

The purpose of spiritual practice is to seek freedom and joy, but alas, the stronger a person becomes, the more burdens they carry on their shoulders and the more constraints they bear, making it harder to be at ease.

Very well, let those corrupt officials in the court taste what it's like to be plotted against, and let it serve as a warning to Wugongtai.

Huang Bing called out, "Qi'er!"

Li Qi immediately entered the main hall: "Master."

"That Liancheng Illusionary Realm... the martial arts competition among the four sects of the Eastern Frontier, is it our Changjing Sect's turn to host it this year?"

"Yes, last year it was Xuanyi Mountain, this year it's our turn. I just instructed the disciples on Xuanri Peak a few days ago to clear out the Great Martial Arts Arena."

“Yes,” Huang Bing nodded, “This year we’re going to have a big celebration and spend more money. Then, go to the sect’s treasury and pick out a rare magic artifact. Also, prepare some decent rewards for the second and third place winners.”

Li Qi blinked, somewhat caught off guard: "Huh? A big... big celebration?"

Although Changjing Sect is ranked alongside Xuanyi Mountain, Jiujie Valley, and Ziya Eleven Caves as one of the four major sects in the Eastern Frontier, it has always lagged behind in terms of the strength of its masters and disciples. In this martial arts competition, it is always just a runner-up.

Especially when hosting a event at home, they really want to keep it a secret from everyone and get it over with quietly.

Why are we making everyone watch Changjingmen embarrass us again this year?

Unexpectedly, Huang Bing wasn't finished yet. He continued, "Our sect's selection will begin a month in advance. I will personally select a few outstanding disciples to fight and bring glory to the sect. When the four sects compete, remember to send invitations to the other small sects in the Eastern Frontier and ask them to come and watch!"

(End of this chapter)