Chapter 595: 592, All buried outside the city (2/2) That’s when he understood why Wen Ping would ask him if he wanted to live or die.
Situ Xiuneng is dead.
The negotiations have collapsed, leaving no possibility for further discussion; all that remains is a deadly battle between both sides in the future.
Under such circumstances, how could they be allowed to leave?
"Sect Leader Wen, we want to live!"
Before Lu Ming could speak, a group of Mountain Suppression Realm individuals behind him spoke up first, and then they all knelt on the ground.
Witnessing this, Bainian Xiang and the others sighed heavily.
So many Mountain Suppression Realm individuals, kneeling and begging for their lives — such a sight might not be seen for a hundred years in the Heaven and Earth Lake.
Bainian Xiang had seen so many Mountain Suppression Realm individuals kneel before her before, but because they were Hidden Dragon Sect elites, her father’s subordinates.
Unlike now, with so many Mountain Suppression Realm individuals begging not to be killed.
Wen Ping looked at Lu Ming and asked, "What about you?"
"Live... naturally, live," Lu Ming replied, pale-faced, looking at the deceased Situ Xiuneng, making a difficult choice.
Wanting to live probably means he would no longer be part of the Hundred Sects Alliance.
He has to become a traitor!
"Might as well kill them all. A bunch of fence-sitters — what use could they have in the future?" Long Ke glared angrily.
Wen Ping raised his hand and said, "Forget it; since they want to live, let them live. However, Lu Ming, I want to know what conditions the Hundred Sects Alliance offered for negotiation."
Lu Ming hesitantly replied, "White Crystal as you wish will be given to you, but... you must provide the manufacturing method for that flying ship..."
When he spoke, Lu Ming stammered, perhaps because he was afraid.
Afraid that this condition might anger Wen Ping.
"It seems that even without killing Situ Xiuneng, the deal couldn’t be made." The flying ship manufacturing method — there’s no way he would give it.
Let alone the fact that the flying ship doesn’t have blueprints; even if it did, Wen Ping wouldn’t give it.
Of course, whether they could make it even if given is still questionable, as many materials aren’t from this world.
"By the way, what did you use to exchange information in such a short time?"
Currently, the fastest method he knows is message falcons, but a round trip would take at least one to two months.
How long has it been?
Lu Ming confessed, "Because my cultivation involved a sound transmission secret skill using lifespan, I can send messages to fixed locations within a few hours."
"Hey, the Hundred Sects Alliance sure has many strange secret techniques."
More astonishing is that they all burn lifespan.
Purely risking their lives!
"The secret skill was randomly comprehended after joining the Hundred Sects Alliance, within a secret realm at their headquarters." Having already mentioned the secret skill, Lu Ming didn’t want to waste time waiting for Wen Ping to ask again, so he spoke upfront.
He thought Wen Ping would be satisfied with his answer,
But to his surprise, Wen Ping merely replied indifferently, "It seems that the secret realm isn’t a pleasant place; it’s full of life-risking things. We cultivate to save our lives, but you seem to enjoy risking yours..."
Then he raised his hand.
"Elder Zhao, bury him together with Situ Xiuneng."
"Sect Leader Wen!"
Lu Ming was immediately startled.
Didn’t Wen Ping say he wouldn’t kill him?
"I’m not a good person; why would you believe whatever I say? You dared to have thoughts about my Hundred Sects Alliance disciples. I should have killed you along with Xia Jin last time. It’s not too late to do it now."
As his words fell, Long Ke’s three meridian gates immediately opened.
The Dragon Scale Spike was thrown out without even charging.
Lu Ming tried to flee but was too slow. Just as he turned, the Dragon Scale Spike pierced through his head.
Thud!
Lu Ming fell into a pool of blood, dead.
Zi Ran looked at Lu Ming’s death, feeling miserable.
Used the sound transmission secret skill, wherever Lu Ming went, he was entrusted with important tasks.
Their sect leader just killed him.
Kept him just to ask two questions.
But thinking of Situ Xiuneng’s plea for mercy leading to death, Lu Ming’s demise was nothing surprising.
At this moment, Wen Ping spoke.
"Elder Yun Liao, arrange the others. From now on, the Immortal Sect’s cleaning work will be handed over to them... Red-eyed, you take two with you to plant trees!"