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Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Xun Ziyou saw Mo Hua’s smiling face and felt a bit bitter inside.
He didn’t know whether to say that this child was audacious because of his skills or brave like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers...
Xun Ziyou shook his head and showed the news to the worried Chongxu Sect Elder Shangguan Xuanjian beside him, "Don’t worry, Xiaoer is safe for now."
Shangguan Xuanjian relaxed his tense heart but didn’t completely let go of his apprehensions.
He said with a bitter smile, "My life is practically hanging here. Only if Xiaoer comes out can I return to the sect and report. If he... "
Shangguan Xuanjian dared not say more, fearing he might jinx it, and simply said bitterly, "I have no face to confront the Ancestor."
Xun Ziyou also sighed, "Me too..."
Shangguan Xuanjian shook his head, "You are much better than me."
Then he was somewhat puzzled, "How did your Taixu Gate come across such a child?"
He can conceal himself, track others, and is proficient in formations. In such a dangerous Demon Valley, not only can he protect himself, but he also has the capacity to gather intelligence.
Are these really things a disciple can achieve?
How exactly did Taixu Gate find such a disciple?
Xun Ziyou silently thought to himself:
"He wasn’t found. He was sent here through connections by the Shangguan Family Head’s daughter-in-law..."
But he did not say this out loud, instead said, "The child doesn’t have much else going for him, just a bit clever and lucky, nothing to worry about."
Shangguan Xuanjian shook his head, not bothering to deal with him.
Then he felt a bit puzzled, "Not to mention the disciple from the Song family, but didn’t Tai’a Sect’s Ouyang Family have a disciple who was captured as well? Why is there no stir from Tai’a Sect?"
Xun Ziyou also furrowed his brow.
Ouyang Mu, although not talented, is part of the direct lineage of the Ouyang Family.
He’s been missing for so long, and the Ouyang family hasn’t noticed at all?
Or, is the water within Tai’a Sect muddied as well?
Shangguan Xuanjian and Xun Ziyou looked at each other, speechless.
Xun Ziyou’s gaze turned cold, and he slowly said:
"Let’s wait until the matter of the Myriad Demon Valley is resolved and see. I want to see how some people manage to handle such a mess..."
...
Deep inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In a blood-colored lavish cave.
Jin Gui, dressed in a grey robe, appearing like a monster cultivator, bowed with hands clasped before a burly black-clad cultivator seated on a tiger demon leather chair, respectfully greeting:
"Senior Brother..."
The black-clad cultivator’s gaze turned cold, "In this valley, you must call me ’Leader,’ not ’Senior Brother.’"
"Yes, Leader..."
Jin Gui quickly bowed with clasped hands.
The black-clad leader nodded slightly, "Speak."
Jin Gui kept his head down and continued:
"Over at the Myriad Demon Prison, a manager died, reportedly from secretly consuming monster blood and being eaten by monsters in return..."
"After cultivating the Dao for so many years, he ends up like a dog, what a waste!" The black-clad leader scolded and then said coldly, "One manager died, just replace him. This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons; monster cultivators are plenty..."
"Yes." Jin Gui bowed.
The black-clad leader glanced at Jin Gui and asked:
"Has the finger been sent over?"
Jin Gui replied, "The severed finger of Ouyang Mu has already been sent to Tai’a Sect and handed to his elder brother Ouyang Feng."
"As for the Song family, Song Jian’s parents have also received their son’s severed finger."
"But for the Rushing Void Sect..."
Jin Gui hesitated a bit, "Ling Huxiao is isolated in the clan, with no close elders, so I don’t know who to send it to."
The black-clad leader said, "Forget about the Rushing Void Sect for now. Ling Huxiao is different from ordinary people; his public identity should be kept ’clean,’ at least to outward appearances."
"This child has an innate sword heart, brightly illuminating the Sword Dao. The young master holds him in high regard. In the future, the Rushing Void Sect might need him to take charge..."
"Yes."
Jin Gui bowed, yet as he lowered his head, a flash of envy crossed his eyes.
Such is the disparity.