Chapter 81

Still at the Wanmei Mountain Villa, the eight people of the Gu Clan, along with Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang, a total of ten people, remained silent. However, apart from Xi Men Chuixue, the other nine were definitely not in a good mood, though it wasn't visible on their faces.

"Who is it? Who spread this news?" After a long pause, Chi Zunxin said calmly but with a hint of rage.

"Hehehe! Do we even need to ask? Apart from us, there's only the person behind the scenes!" Gong Sun Damao laughed as if watching a joke, but her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness.

The others' expressions remained unchanged, but their gazes towards each other became more wary.

Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang exchanged a bitter smile, feeling somewhat anxious. Once the number of people increased, it would be harder for them to control the situation.

"Alright, everyone, now that the news is out, it's beyond our control. We can foresee that many forces and independent cultivators will soon come to Jingzhou City. Let's think about what to do next!" Meng Shentong stepped in to mediate.

"There's no need to worry about the forces in the southwest, but if external forces from outside the southwest get involved, it won't be so easy to handle!" Huo Xiu said gloomily.

The others' expressions darkened. They were confident they could suppress the remaining forces and independent cultivators in the southwest, but if external forces from outside the southwest got involved, it wouldn't be so easy. They could unite, and the external forces could also unite.

"Since the news is out, there's no need to be overly cautious anymore. I think we should dispatch more people! Before the external forces from outside the southwest get involved, we should do our best to find the location of Liancheng's treasure." Gan Luo said solemnly.

The others didn't respond, but they all had the same thought. Only Gu Santong, Chi Zunxin, Lu Xiaofeng, and Chu Liuxiang looked uneasy.

The Sun Moon Sacred Teach and Zunxin Sect were still in a standoff, making it inconvenient to dispatch a large number of people, especially for Chi Zunxin, who could still call for reinforcements from the headquarters of the Sun Moon Sacred Teach.

Lu Xiaofeng and the others were worried that once the number of people increased, the slaughter would be inevitable. They could already see rivers of blood, but they had no way to stop it.

As long as the Liancheng treasure was real, even if they now accused the Sun Moon Sacred Teach of being the mastermind, the slaughter would still come.

"Then this is pointless. We might as well go back to our own places and waste time here." Gu Santong said impatiently.

He stood up and walked out directly, "I'll go first. Let me know if anything happens."

"Hmph, the Sun Moon Sacred Teach is getting more and more arrogant!" Chi Zunxin said angrily as he watched Gu Santong's figure disappear.

The others remained calm, as if they hadn't heard Chi Zunxin's words.

Subsequently, everyone dispersed one by one.

At the same time, on Heimu Cliff, Dongfang Bubai was at the most critical moment.

Outside the training room, no one was guarding anymore. This had been the case for half a month, as the aura and momentum emanating from the training room grew stronger, making it unbearable for all the guards.

Initially, they stood at the door of the training room, but as time passed, they moved further and further away, until now, they were over two hundred meters away.

Over two hundred meters away, under the leadership of the Dark Shadow Organization and Zhang Chengyun, a large group of people surrounded the training room tightly. When they looked at the training room, they couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and reverence, their eyes filled with admiration and submission, for the aura emanating from the training room was terrifying, as if it could split the heavens and earth and last forever.

Inside the training room, Dongfang Bubai was still sitting cross-legged. He sat there quietly, his not particularly strong body seeming to be eternal and indestructible.

The sound of blood flowing in his body could be faintly heard, like the flow of lava, heavy and explosive.

The blood-red gas around him grew more and more, swirling endlessly, as if it were dyeing the entire world red.

No, on Dongfang Bubai's knees, a white ancient sword remained white, showing no abnormalities, but the endless red gas seemed to fear it, not daring to approach and taint it.

Moreover, there seemed to be a kind of默契 (mòqì) or connection between the two, a connection of mutual generation and connection.

At this moment, the white sword was very quiet, almost ordinary, while the red gas was extremely restless. If you looked closely, you would see that the blood-red gas was divided into many streams, large and small, entangled and colliding, as if trying to merge.

Inside Dongfang Bubai's body, several forces were also entangled and colliding: the strength of his body, the strength of his internal energy, the strength of the Great Nine Heavens Hand, the strength of the Air-Splitting Palm, the strength of his lightning-fast movements, and so on.

Each of these forces was rebellious, but under Dongfang Bubai's control, they were slowly merging. Yes, merging. As time passed and the entanglement and collisions continued, these forces were indeed slowly merging.

And most of them had already merged, indicating that the merging process had been going on for a considerable time. As the merging continued, a sense of splitting the heavens and earth and lasting forever continuously emanated from him, becoming more and more intense.

At this merging rate, it wouldn't take long for the complete merging to succeed.

In the backyard.

Dongfang Bai, Xue Qianxun, and Lin Shiyin, three women, rarely gathered alone together. Dongfang Bai, who usually treated everyone except Dongfang Bubai with a cold demeanor, was now sitting here worriedly, occasionally joining in the conversation between Xue Qianxun and Lin Shiyin.

Xue Qianxun and Lin Shiyin, though chatting, often showed signs of worry on their faces.

They had gathered together because they were all very worried, and they were worried about the same thing and the same person.

Dongfang Bubai had been in seclusion for over a month and a half, and no one had seen him during this time. At first, a portion of spiritual medicine was delivered every seven days or so, but after a month, there was no more activity in the training room.

Only a terrifying aura continuously emanated from it, and everyone knew that Dongfang Bubai had reached the most critical moment. Success would mean everything was fine, but failure would have unimaginable consequences.

Therefore, although the three women had great confidence in Dongfang Bubai, they couldn't help but be very worried.

In their worry, they found that what they could do was sit together and chat, giving each other a sense of reassurance, a feeling that only the other two women could provide.

Dongfang Bai and Xue Qianxun didn't need to be mentioned, but Lin Shiyin couldn't quite define her feelings. For over two years, she didn't know what she felt about Dongfang Bubai, but she knew she had already gotten used to him and could never leave him in this life.

As time passed, she thought of Li Xunhuan less and less, and sometimes she would think of Dongfang Bubai. At such times, she would uncontrollably worry about Dongfang Bubai. She didn't know how to face this feeling, but she subconsciously didn't want to resist it.

Apart from the three women, the rest of the people on Heimu Cliff, besides a bit of worry, were mostly filled with anticipation. They looked forward to Dongfang Bubai's success and leading them to conquer the world. They never thought Dongfang Bubai would fail, nor did they believe that the person who seemed like a god would fail.

Thus, a worried, anticipatory, and tense atmosphere enveloped the entire Heimu Cliff, until the dusk of two days later.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, and the world was extremely quiet. Just when everyone on Heimu Cliff thought this day would pass quietly,

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