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Demon Realm, Soul Lantern Hall.
The four Demon Kings stared intently at the second row of soul lanterns above.
All the other four lanterns were burning faintly, except for the one in the middle, which had gone out.
The owner of this lantern was none other than Zhao Deep Abyss.
After a long silence.
Craig Chu spoke bitterly, “How long has it been since Deep Abyss went to the Spirit Dust Realm, and now…”
“Impossible!”
At this moment, one of the Demon Kings said in a deep voice, “Who in the Spirit Dust Cultivation Realm could kill the Demon King of the Abyss, other than those few late-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivators? And Nathan Zhang of the Carefree Courtyard in the Western Region is about to ascend in three months. Most of the Divine Transformation and Tribulation Crossing cultivators have already rushed to the Western Region to observe. Who else could kill the Demon King of the Abyss?”
The other Demon Kings nodded. Zhao Deep Abyss’s death was indeed strange.
Just then, Sophia Ji appeared. She immediately looked at the soul lantern, her expression changing slightly.
“Greetings, Demon Sovereign!”
The four Demon Kings were startled and quickly bowed in respect.
“Where did Zhao Deep Abyss go earlier?”
Sophia Ji looked at the extinguished soul lantern and asked in a serious tone.
Craig Chu scratched his head, dejectedly saying, “Reporting to the Demon Sovereign, Deep Abyss went to the mortal world of the Spirit Dust Realm, specifically to the Li Shui Empire in the eastern part of the Eastern Region.”
Although he often quarreled with Zhao Deep Abyss, their relationship was actually quite good. Zhao Deep Abyss’s death made him feel sad.
Sophia Ji’s heart trembled, and an image of Cyan Cloth flashed in her mind. She seemed to have already guessed how Zhao Deep Abyss had died.
Sophia Ji’s sleeve hung normally, so the four Demon Kings did not notice that she had lost an arm; otherwise, they would have been terrified.
“Demon Sovereign, we have doubts. Nathan Zhang of the Carefree Courtyard in the Western Region is about to undergo the Ascension Tribulation. Other than Karl Jiang of the Purple Extreme Thunder Peak in the Eastern Region, Laura Qin of the Heavenly Snow Sacred Palace in the Northern Region, and Sean Liu of the Infinite Pavilion in the Southern Region, who else could kill the Demon King of the Abyss? Is it possible that there was an error with the soul lantern…”
The Demon King who had previously raised doubts asked again.
However, he lacked confidence, as there had never been any known errors with the soul lanterns.
Sophia Ji took a deep breath and said calmly, “Zhao Deep Abyss is indeed dead. You need not speculate further. For now, cease all actions against the Spirit Dust Realm!”
With that, her figure faded. She needed to go to the Monster Realm to find Tiger Zhan!
The four Demon Kings looked at each other, stunned.
With Zhao Deep Abyss gone, they felt as if their minds were in a fog.
……….
A few days later, the weather was clear.
Ambrose Lu and his companions finally arrived at the mountain gate of the Cyan Cloud Sect, unhurriedly.
“Sir, we’ve arrived. Your presence is truly a blessing for our Cyan Cloud Sect.”
Mark Gu flattered without breaking a sweat.
Hearing this, Christopher Tong and Leonard Lin lowered their heads and smirked, having learned something.
“Tsk, Mark, your Cyan Cloud Sect’s location isn’t impressive at all. It doesn’t look grand.”
At this moment, Old Turtle looked around and shook his head.
“Uh, Senior, you are right,” Mark Gu said awkwardly.
“Do you want me to seal your mouth?”
Ambrose Lu glanced at Old Turtle and said indifferently.
He knew that Old Turtle must have been accustomed to the grandeur of the sects in the Four Directions Immortal Realm and was now subconsciously comparing the small sects of the Spirit Dust Realm to them.
“Master, please, Old Turtle knows his mistake.”
Old Turtle muttered and then fell silent, not daring to speak anymore.
Sealing his mouth would be more painful for him than killing him.
Mark Gu and his two disciples pretended not to see anything, feeling that only Ambrose could keep Old Turtle in check.
They had deeply witnessed Old Turtle’s strength.
As Ambrose Lu and his companions approached the mountain gate.
“Elder Gu, Senior Brother Tong, Senior Brother Lin!!”
Two disciples guarding the gate noticed them and hurriedly greeted them with joy!
When they saw Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle, they paused, carefully observing their positions, and then respectfully greeted, “Greetings, Seniors.”
Mark Gu saw that the two gatekeeping disciples were so perceptive and praised, “Very good! After your shift, go to the Spell Pavilion and each choose a mid-level Profound spell. If the elder of the Spell Pavilion asks, tell them it was my instruction.”
“Ah?”
The two gatekeeping disciples were dumbfounded.
What had happened? They were so confused! Why were they being rewarded with such precious items…
If possible, could someone explain?
For these outer disciples in the Qi Refining stage, having any spell was good enough, let alone a mid-level Profound spell…
(Spell levels: Profound, Spirit, Earth, Heaven, each divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels, as previously mentioned.)
“Hehe.” Mark Gu chuckled and ignored the two disciples, turning respectfully to say, “Sir, Seniors, please!”
Ambrose Lu nodded slightly and walked in with his hands behind his back.
As Old Turtle passed by Mark Gu, he whispered with a smile, “Hey, your Cyan Cloud Sect may not be grand, but your disciples are quite perceptive.”
“Ahem, Senior, you flatter us.”
Mark Gu was also pleased to hear this and gave the two gatekeeping disciples a satisfied look before quickly following with Christopher Tong and Leonard Lin.
“Hiss—! Senior Brother, I get it!”
“Junior Brother, I get it too!”
The two gatekeeping disciples looked at the distant figures in shock and said in unison, “They must be powerful figures. Luckily, we were cautious! We’re going to be rewarded… uh.”
The two disciples looked at each other in confusion and said simultaneously, “Why are you saying the same thing as me?”
“……”
Meanwhile,
Ambrose Lu and his companions had arrived at the main hall of the Cyan Cloud Sect.
Along the way, many disciples greeted Mark Gu and his two disciples, and quickly paid respects to Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle as well.
Their perceptiveness made Mark Gu secretly pleased. If conditions allowed, he would have liked to reward each disciple with a spell!
He was worried that Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle might be neglected, but fortunately, that didn’t happen.
“Sir, this is the main hall of our Cyan Cloud Sect, used for important meetings and receiving distinguished guests. Would you like to take a look inside?”
Mark Gu introduced respectfully.
In his mind, not bringing Ambrose to the main hall would signify a lack of respect.
“No need, find me a place to rest. I’m tired.”
Ambrose Lu looked at him and said softly.
“Ah, right, right. After such a long journey, you must be tired. Sir, Seniors, please follow me.”
Mark Gu slapped his forehead and hurriedly led the way.
Watching the three figures walk away,
Christopher Tong muttered, “Junior Brother, Master is being too fake… How could someone as powerful as Sir be tired from a few days of travel…”
Leonard Lin said blankly, “Yes, Master is blatantly lying, and he’s even flattering… Master has changed.”
Christopher Tong was stunned and looked at Leonard Lin in disbelief!
Leonard Lin realized he had misspoken and quickly waved his hands, saying anxiously, “Senior Brother, I wasn’t badmouthing Master behind his back. That’s not what I meant. Please don’t misunderstand or tell on me.”
“No, no.” Christopher Tong smiled appreciatively, “Junior Brother, I meant to say, you’ve grown up.”
Leonard Lin: “?”
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