My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The Earth Book Reveals the Divine Dragon

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Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun slowly walked out of the Reincarnation Hall and came face to face with Han Wenxin, wearing a conical hat, along with a large group of Yu State City constables.

“Mrs. An, weren’t you going to see the water and land practice ground?”

When Han Wenxin saw Tan Yun beside Zhao Qingmei, his eyes couldn’t help but brighten.

This damn An Jing, he had actually done one good thing.

Yet, Tan Yun still seemed to be recalling that figure from before and totally did not notice the somewhat lewd look in Han Wenxin’s eyes.

Zhao Qingmei gave Han Wenxin a somewhat strange look, then asked, “No, I found the water and land practice ground a bit lacking. Where is my husband?”

Didn’t An Jing say he was going to find Han Wenxin? How come he’s not seen him?

Han Wenxin honestly replied, “He just went back, apparently he remembered that today a hunter from South Mountain was coming to deliver some herbs…”

“I see, Officer Han, we’ll take our leave first.”

Zhao Qingmei slightly raised her brows, then turned and walked towards the mountain gate.

She remembered that An Jing had indeed mentioned this in the morning, but she still felt somewhat uneasy.

“You few, head to the Reincarnation Hall to coordinate with the Xuanyi Guard for inspection. If the Xuanyi Guard officers inquire, tell them I went to lock down the Three Temple Mountain’s gate.”

Han Wenxin gave an order, then scurried after them, “Mrs. An, Miss Tan, let me see you off.”

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In Yu State City, Western Suburb.

“Swoosh!” “Swoosh!”

An Jing, carrying the corpse of Xue Chen, dexterously tiptoed on tree branches the size of a thumb, much like a monkey in the forest.

The strong wind arose, and the forest leaves rustled loudly.

Soon, he arrived at the wilderness of Red Leaf Forest in the western suburb.

“Master Zhou, you really didn’t disappoint anyone.”

Jiang Sanjia emerged from the woods upon hearing that voice, his eyes full of complexity.

As a descendant of the Ghost Valley Sect, he was naturally very familiar with the struggles within the martial world. This time, retrieving the corpse of Xue Chen was bound to be fraught with immense crisis and difficulties.

An Jing had actually managed to bring back the corpse of Xue Chen, surely he had gone through an unimaginably bloody battle.

Mu Xiaoyun also followed Jiang Sanjia out.

An Jing quietly smiled, set the corpse he was carrying on the ground, and then extended his thumb to gently wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

“Madam Liu, we’re even now.”

Liu Qingshan’s strength was indeed a notch above his, and even though he was nearly a Half-step Golden Bone, he had still been at a disadvantage. If not for relying on Sword Control Technique, it would have been incredibly difficult to leave Fa Xi Temple.

Mu Xiaoyun looked at the corpse on the ground, slightly stunned, even though she had known the outcome in advance.

Sometimes, it feels like this world is too vast, so vast that just turning around can cause a person to disappear into the vast sea of humanity, never to meet again.

“Ah…..”

It’s unknown how much time had passed before Mu Xiaoyun finally heaved a deep sigh.

“Are you hurt?” Jiang Sanjia furrowed his brows and asked.

“Just a minor injury.”

An Jing casually remarked, “I wonder what plans you two have going forward?”

This wasn’t false; because Golden Bones had already formed in his body, his injuries were indeed not severe.

“We’ve already startled the snake, rescuing him will be extraordinarily difficult.”

Mu Xiaoyun pondered for a moment and said, “I plan to leave Jiangnan Dao first, and head to the Dongluo Desert.”

The Dongluo Desert, vast and filled with yellow sand, is a desolate and ruined land, although named Dongluo, it is actually part of the border between the great grasslands, the Western Regions, Great Yan, and Zhao Country.

Due to its special geographic location, situated at the intersection of four major forces, it sees large caravans passing through all year round, which has also brought moments of prosperity to this place, particularly at the Dongluo Pass, the meeting point of the four domains.

Within Dongluo Pass, there is a convergence of numerous international caravans. The turnout each year is beyond measure, and these caravans all belong to major trading associations with vast structures and numerous experts. Over time, Dongluo Pass has developed inns, taverns, brothels… Among them, the brothels have attracted beauties from various places due to their unique location, providing exotic experiences that are endlessly delightful and have become a popular topic of discussion among the people.

Moreover, Dongluo Pass is filled with numerous stories of overnight riches, with countless people dreaming big dreams each year, enduring hardships to travel to Dongluo Pass in search of opportunities to strike it rich.

The large flow of people, coupled with the huge business opportunities brought about by trade, has also made Dongluo Pass exceptionally prosperous.

There’s even a saying among the people of Great Yan: “Beyond Yujing, head to Dongluo for beauty.”

And the true master behind Dongluo Pass was none other than Outer Heaven.

On one hand, due to the terrifying strength of the Demon Sect, if one were to act against it, not to mention the great difficulty involved, even a forceful success would certainly cause severe damage to one’s primordial energy, inevitably allowing others to reap the benefits. On the other hand, Dongluo Pass indeed served as a buffer, and thus, the major powers seemed to tacitly agree to its existence.

“Could it be, you wish to collude with the Demon Sect?” Jiang Sanjia frowned.

In the Great Yan Martial World, the Demon Sect was a notorious existence.

“What about the Demon Sect?” Mu Xiaoyun said solemnly, “What is evil, and what is righteous? What is good, and what is bad?”

Hearing this, Jiang Sanjia fell silent.

Having roamed Jianghu for decades, how could one easily discern good from evil in this world?

Mu Xiaoyun turned to An Jing and asked, “Brother Zhou, do you have a referral letter?”

Rumors in the streets claimed An Jing to be a man of the Demon Sect. If it was true, that would save some trouble.

“I have no ties whatsoever with the Demon Sect.”

An Jing shook his head; he knew that Mu Xiaoyun seemed to intend to connect with the Demon Sect, but indeed, he was unfamiliar with them.

“That’s truly unfortunate,”

Mu Xiaoyun expressed her regret.

She was also unclear whether Zhou Xianming did not want to expose his identity or if he truly was not a man of the Demon Sect.

After all, their relationship had not reached such a thorough level of understanding.

“Sanjia, what about you?” An Jing glanced at Jiang Sanjia.

“First, heal your injuries. Leave Jiangnan Dao before the year’s end,” Jiang Sanjia thought and then said.

Not only was Cao Gang hunting him, but he was also a major criminal wanted by the Court. Now, with his injuries not fully healed, venturing out alone would be extremely dangerous.

The contacts he had left behind in the past might no longer be reliable, so naturally, healing his injuries first was the safest course.

An Jing glanced in the direction of Fa Xi Temple. While he was fighting with Liu Qingshan, he distinctly felt something in Fa Xi Temple tremble.

The Earth Book hinted that the green opportunity must be about that sealing.

But why did it make him feel somewhat uneasy?

Usually, masters do not act on whims. If they feel a whim, there must be a reason.

The next moment, An Jing’s thoughts settled on the Earth Book.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a streak of green light from within the Earth Book engulfed An Jing’s mind.

The dark underground palace was endless, with its only source of light seeping from a vast crack above.

Within the light leaking from above, one could vaguely see the layout of the palace, resembling an ancient emperor’s sacrificial array.

Externally, eighty-one ancient bronze pillars stood firm, encircling the perimeter, intersecting methodically.

Culminating deep into an obscure darkness.

Internally, it was woven from cross threads, intermittently presenting four Sun God patterns, corresponding to the Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun positions.

Above each of the ancient bronze pillars, burly chains were bound, making ‘clang’ and ‘clang’ sounds, all converging towards the center.

An Jing focused his gaze and felt a shock in his heart.

There was indeed a dragon lying on the ground, its eyes bright, its Dragon Ball gleaming, horns erect, Dragon Armor prominent, and its claws strong. It seemed to sense the presence of people, turning its head to look back, an intimidating sight.

“Roar!”

The four seas submitting, the wastelands worshipping, the giant dragon bellowed in the night, shaking heaven and earth.

The Divine Dragon saw An Jing floating mid-air, its eyes showing a hint of light. Its body frantically rushed towards him, but the surrounding chains tightly bound it, rendering it immobile.

As the dragon roared, the whole world seemed to shake.

Watching the dragon madly rushing towards him, and the chains making loud noises, An Jing’s brows tightly furrowed.

It seemed the chains were not only binding the dragon but him as well.

What on earth was happening?

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