“His identity jade token just shattered, and the Blood Fiend Tower was immediately destroyed. What are we going to do now?” Hanyan asked, clutching his sword.
“Is there really no other way to suppress it?” Huo Furong asked, looking at the Grand Elder.
“As his cultivation increases, it can no longer be suppressed...” the Grand Elder replied. Hearing this, the three of them fell into a heavy silence.
This was truly a headache-inducing problem. If things continued like this and Huang Tianbao’s strength kept rising, even the Qingshan Sect might not be able to withstand the backlash of his presence.
The Grand Elder pondered for a moment, stroking his beard. “How about we separate him from the sect and have him establish his own organization?”
“Would he even be willing? His feelings for the Qingshan Sect are quite deep...” Huo Furong said, scratching her head.
“If it really comes down to it, should we just tell him the truth about his situation?” Hanyan suggested.
The Grand Elder shook his head repeatedly. “No. That fellow firmly believes that none of these disasters have anything to do with him. If he knew the truth, he wouldn't be able to handle it...”
“Is there really no organization that can endure him? Is he destined to be a loner?” Huo Furong frowned.
The Grand Elder remained silent for a moment before saying, “Not necessarily...”
There were some things the Grand Elder didn't say out loud. As time passed, the futures of the three disciples in his sect were becoming increasingly impossible to see through. To put it simply, not a single one of them was ordinary.
...
Lu Ming sat cross-legged in the seclusion chamber, healing his injuries. Looking at the aura emanating from the shoulder of his Small Black Hat primordial spirit, Lu Ming felt a bit helpless.
Fu Yunshen and the others had said that injuries to the primordial spirit were difficult to recover from and required slow recuperation. Otherwise, one would need Soul-Soothing Pills made with Netherwood Leaves as the main ingredient.
However, Netherwood Leaves didn't exist in the Northern or Eastern Provinces. Usually, when their primordial spirits were injured, they used the Spirit Nourishing Manual to slowly repair them, though it took a long time.
Following the Spirit Nourishing Manual’s method, Lu Ming began to repair his primordial spirit. But as the technique began to circulate, Lu Ming’s eyes suddenly widened.
He saw his Small Green Hat primordial spirit manifest a ball of green light between its hands. As the Small Green Hat pressed the ball of light against the Small Black Hat’s shoulder, the wound healed instantly.
“Holy crap... am I really this amazing?” Lu Ming thought. This Small Green Hat was essentially a healer!
Previously, he had found the green hat a bit unpleasant to look at, but now it seemed quite cute in its own way.
“Say, when do you think the Boss is going to die?” Big Yellow asked, sitting on the ground and scratching its head while looking at Huang Tianbao.
“Second Senior Brother, if Eldest Senior Brother dies, how many tables should we set for the feast?” Huang Tianbao inquired.
“It has to be at least thirty-eight tables, right?” Big Yellow muttered uncertainly.
Huang Tianbao nodded in agreement. “You're right, Second Senior Brother.”
Nearby, Fu Yunshen and the others heard the conversation between the man and the dog, and their faces were covered in dark lines. Honestly, your Great Sect Master is currently recovering from injuries. Is it really appropriate to talk like that?
The man and the dog completely ignored them, enthusiastically discussing Lu Ming’s funeral arrangements—how many groups of suona players to hire, and who should act as the filial mourners...
In truth, they were just bored and messing around. Deep down, they knew Lu Ming couldn't possibly die. After all, their Eldest Senior Brother was the protagonist; he was practically immortal.
Xue Wuchang, hearing their conversation, grew frightened and hurriedly backed away. He felt that if he said the wrong thing, he would definitely get beaten. It was better to stay far away.
Smack! Smack!
“I’ll give you a feast! I’ll give you suonas!”
Suddenly, Lu Ming’s figure flickered as he appeared beside Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao, giving them both a thorough thrashing.
“Ow! Ow!” Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao cried out, clutching their heads.
“You hit them, but you can't hit me! I didn't say anything, I really didn't!” Xue Wuchang pleaded, covering his head in fear.
Seeing the cowardly look on Xue Wuchang’s handsome face, Lu Ming found him increasingly irritating. Smack! Smack! Lu Ming didn't hesitate to give him two slaps as well.
“You're a handsome man who relies on his face for a living! Watch your image!” Lu Ming shouted, frustrated by the man's lack of backbone.
“Great Sect Master, do you think this bowl of rice is easy to eat?” Xue Wuchang muttered softly.
Lu Ming paused, thinking that actually made a bit of sense. Seeing Lu Ming glowing with health, Fu Yunshen and the Xiaoyao Sect Ancestor were both stunned. What was going on? He didn't look injured at all. Was he already healed?
“Are you alright now?” Fu Yunshen asked curiously.
Lu Ming grinned. “I’m fine!”
Fu Yunshen and the Xiaoyao Sect Ancestor exchanged a glance but said nothing more. They had always felt that Lu Ming was extraordinary, and this only confirmed it.
“What’s the situation with the Blood Fiend Tower now?” Lu Ming asked.
“Sigh... the Blood Fiend Tower Ancestor’s injuries were too severe. He’s dead...” Fu Yunshen then briefed Lu Ming on the state of the sect.
The Blood Fiend Tower was essentially finished. While the Wuhua Palace Ancestor and his allies were attacking the headquarters, they had also arranged for others to destroy the sect’s various branches. Only the Black Fiend City branch had survived thanks to Lu Ming; every other branch had been wiped out.
Furthermore, the headquarters had suffered countless casualties during the great battle and was now in ruins. The entire Blood Fiend Tower was effectively crippled.
Lu Ming nodded upon hearing Fu Yunshen’s explanation. However, these matters weren't for him to manage. “Where is the Demon Emperor?” Lu Ming asked.
“He went back. He’s currently preparing for the invasion of the Southern Frontier...”
Just then, Bao Duoduo walked over with an exhausted expression. “Saint, our Blood Fiend Tower is gone...”
Huang Tianbao looked a bit dazed. What was the deal? He had only been the Saint for a few days! Was he being forced into retirement already?
However, he didn't really care. He had never taken the position of Saint to heart. After all, he was still a disciple of the Qingshan Sect and the third sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
At that moment, Bao Duoduo turned to look at Lu Ming. “Sect Master Lu, I intend to lead the remaining disciples of the Blood Fiend Tower to join your Heavenly Demon Sect!”
Bao Duoduo had thought it through. Their Ancestor was dead, their disciples were decimated, and their high-end combat power was gone. The Blood Fiend Tower was now a piece of fat meat, and many demonic sects were surely waiting to swallow them up.
They had to find a power to rely on. Fu Yunshen and the Xiaoyao Sect weren't suitable since they were traditional demonic cultivators. The Heavenly Demon Sect was the best choice.
He could see the potential of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Although they had the background of the Qingshan Sect, that didn't matter; once they joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, no one would dare mess with them. Lu Ming’s strength and connections were right there—Fu Yunshen, the Xiaoyao Sect Ancestor, and even the Demon Emperor had all come solely for Lu Ming.
Lu Ming thought about it for a moment. “Fine!”
He agreed mainly because he felt a bit guilty. He even suspected that the destruction of the Blood Fiend Tower was caused by Huang Tianbao’s jinxing.
Afterward, Bao Duoduo began the handover process with Niu Lansan and his brother to finalize the merger.
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