With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 118 Colluding with the Demonic Cult? As you wish!

Outside Luoyang City, there is the Jishan Charity Estate.

Since a large-scale gang fight broke out here last year, resulting in several deaths and injuries, the mortuary has been abandoned.

The hidden chamber buried deep underground has been filled in.

A rusty lock hung on the rickety door, and two or three crows circled down, their bright black eyes scanning left and right as they swayed their necks.

The occasional screeching sound only added to the eeriness.

It was late at night, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

However, the sound of a shrine could be heard inside the mortuary.

It sounds like someone is eating.

Xiang Wentian, his white robes adorned with mud marks, leaned against the coffin behind him with his legs crossed.

The coffin was opened wide, but the coffin lid became his dining table.

A thick layer of braised beef, some dried vegetables, and two jars of wine were laid out on the oil paper.

The chain around his waist was casually tossed aside.

Xiang Wentian picked up several pieces of beef with two fingers, put them in his mouth, chewed them a few times, and then drank them like a cow.

"Whew—! That felt great!"

"Splash—!"

The wine jar was broken on the ground, and the wine had been drunk dry.

"Since you're here, why not come in and have a drink with us?"

After speaking, he paused for a few breaths, then smiled playfully at Xiang Wentian and lifted the seal on the second wine jar.

Just as he got into position, he slightly raised his eyes and, without realizing it, found a figure standing in the courtyard.

The newcomer was dressed in black, with his arms wrapped behind his back and his hands folded at his waist.

But those hawk-like eyes were fixed straight on Xiang Wentian.

There was a long silence.

The man in black spoke first: "Xiang Wentian, you have quite the nerve!"

"Ha! The Heavenly King himself is naturally bold. I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly! It seems that Alliance Leader Zuo is more anxious than I thought."

Furthermore, even the Left Alliance Leader might not be able to defeat me!

A cold glint flashed in Zuo Lengchan's eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "So you deliberately concealed your whereabouts. My junior brother died at your hands. Since you have shown yourself to me, even if I am no match for you, I will still fight you!"

"Heh~ Alliance Leader Zuo, given the current state of the Songshan Sect, making more enemies risks annihilation. Besides, although I killed Gao Kexin, it was at the behest of someone else!"

"Who?"

"Huashan Li Che!"

Zuo Lengchan's pupils suddenly contracted; this kid was actually colluding with Xiang Wentian.

He subconsciously glanced left and right, his dantian throbbing, his body tense, ready to strike at any moment.

"No need to be nervous. I am not friends with Li Che; killing Gao Kexin was merely a transaction. Furthermore, I advise you not to even consider attacking Mount Hua. At least for now, Mount Song is doomed to defeat!"

"Ha, that's an exaggeration."

"Feng Qingyang is still alive, right here on Mount Hua!"

The leader's authority shattered instantly, his gaze narrowed slightly, seemingly in disbelief, then a hint of defeat crept in.

Feng Qingyang!

How come he's still alive?!

No wonder, no wonder the Sword Sect has disappeared without a trace; they must have been suppressed and subdued by this old thief.

Therefore, it is highly likely that Feng Buping and the other two also submitted to Mount Hua.

Even without Feng Qingyang, Mount Hua is now no less powerful than Mount Song!

That old fox Yue Buqun has been hiding his strength and feigning weakness, enduring until now. I have underestimated him after all!

Zuo Lengchan hated his treachery, but suddenly felt a sense of mutual respect. Such an opponent was truly admirable.

Old Yue, far away in western Sichuan, was unaware that he had been unwittingly framed again.

"What brings you here?"

"Cooperation!" Xiang Wentian revealed a triumphant smile. "Li Che is growing too fast, and with Feng Qingyang in charge of Mount Hua."

They are our greatest enemies.

You, Songshan, cannot wait any longer; I, Xiang, also intend to eliminate you.

Now that the master and disciple are separated in two places, it would be a pity to miss such a good opportunity.

Zuo Lengchan remained silent for a long time before saying, "I'm curious, what kind of deal did you make with that kid? With your abilities, how come you couldn't keep him in Fuzhou?!"

"He can win, but he is hard to kill! I am quite accomplished in swordsmanship, but this boy has already received the true teachings of Feng Qingyang. His swordsmanship is so exquisite that few in the world can rival him."

Their internal strength might be weak, but at this moment it's hard to say.

I've heard that Ding Mian, the Pagoda-Bearing Hand; Yue Hou, the Great Yin-Yang Hand; and Fei Bin were all masters of internal martial arts, yet they all died at Li Che's hands. I deduce that this young man's internal strength has improved further.

Seeing Zuo Lengchan glaring at him angrily, Xiang Wentian smiled and changed the subject, "As for the deal, it's now just empty talk, so let's not mention it."

He spoke lightly, but the word "empty talk" was only directed at Li Che.

In the battle of Hengyang, this man once again devised a brilliant plan. Mount Song was mired in mud, but Li Che managed to completely dismantle Di Xiu's weaknesses.

As for the layout of the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, how many people would believe it was Li Che's doing now?!

The so-called leverage Ren Yingying holds is now completely useless.

But their own necks were in Li Che's hands!

Whenever he thought of these things, Xiang Wentian's fear intensified.

The planning was meticulous, the strategy was profound, the methods were ruthless, and yet the person was so young!

How could anyone not be wary of them!

So kill them! Kill them quickly! Kill them as soon as possible!

Otherwise, in another year or two, who will be able to compete with them?

Even if the cult leader were to emerge, what would be the point?

Zuo Lengchan sneered, "Since you have no chance of winning, how can you kill me?"

"Leader Zuo, killing doesn't necessarily require force! Not only Li Che, but also the Huashan group far away in western Sichuan will not escape death."

This will eliminate your greatest threat, and the other three mountains will be no longer a concern. As for Feng Qingyang of Mount Hua, that old man certainly won't regain control of Mount Hua and compete with you for the position of alliance leader.

"No need for Mount Song to intervene?"

"good!"

What do you want?

Xiang Wentian smiled. "Two things! First, I need to borrow Alliance Leader Zuo's Five Mountains Command Flag. Second, I need to borrow someone who will obey my orders!"

Seeing Zuo Lengchan's hesitant expression, Xiang Wentian said again, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let's discuss our grudges another day."

Li Che is a vengeful man; once he takes action, he will surely eliminate any threat completely.

Xiang is alone and can go anywhere, so perhaps the Left Alliance Leader would abandon Mount Song and flee?

Furthermore!

Xiang Wentian said jokingly, "If we don't use the Five Sacred Mountains Command Flag now, it will probably only be able to command our own people from Mount Song in the future. What's the point of keeping it?"

Zuo Lengchan felt a surge of resentment, and three sharp cracks rang out from behind his back.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment.

"The Huashan Sect will leave no survivors among its outer disciples! Tomorrow at midnight, we'll return to this place!"

"make a deal!"

Luoyang, Green Bamboo Lane.

It was past midnight, and the small oil lamp in the courtyard was still flickering weakly. Old Man Green Bamboo was still weaving bamboo utensils, because the bamboo hut behind him was still lit.

Two people were reflected in the window.

One person stood still, while the other paced back and forth.

"Uncle Xiang, this is too dangerous. If it fails, we...we might all be dead!"

"Sigh~" Xiang Wentian sighed, thinking to himself, "The young lady was originally a decisive and ruthless person, but after suffering losses at Li Che's hands several times, she has become so afraid of Li that she turns pale at the mere mention of his name."

"Young Miss, if we drag this out any longer, we'll only be passively slaughtered. In the Battle of Mengjin Ferry, the six great protectors of Songshan lost their lives at his hands. This person is growing too fast; we can't afford to wait any longer!"

Furthermore, the incident at Hengshan has just begun, and news of it should not have reached Meizhuang yet. If it were delayed any longer, many of the previous plans would be in vain.

"Could the information be incorrect?"

"The Beggars' Sect's Green Lotus Envoy is still waiting for the antidote for the Dragon Boat Festival, how dare he spread rumors?"

Miss, if we miss such a golden opportunity, we might as well live in anonymity and spend our lives in peace overseas.

"Even the leader of the sect can only die an old man in the West Lake prison. I hope Miss will make a decision soon. I will come again tomorrow."

After speaking to Xiang Wentian, he left.

Ren Yingying sat back on the couch, her hands resting on the strings of the zither, but she had no intention of playing a piece.