He nodded silently, his eyes shifting: He had never shown his face before—so it was probably the same as the message Miao Shui had sent, that he had gone into a state of demonic possession due to a failed cultivation!
So, given such a great opportunity these past few days, wouldn't the other factions in the palace be itching to make a move?
He didn't have time to ask any more questions and immediately turned to the Great Bright Hall.
After crossing the long white jade bridge, the magnificent golden palace atop the summit came into view. He walked step by step, gripping the Bloodstained Sword tightly in his hand, gradually concealing the murderous intent in his heart.
"Young Master Tong." However, the one who came out of the hall to greet him was not Gao Le, the disciple favored by the King. The newly arrived white-robed disciple also dared not look him in the eye. "The King is taking a nap. Please wait a moment."
He nodded: "What about Gauler?"
The white-robed disciple trembled slightly, and answered softly, "Dead," before saying nothing more.
Dead?! Tong stood silently at the foot of the steps, kneeling on one knee and waiting to be summoned.
"Hehehe... My Tong, you're back?" After a long while, a loud laugh erupted in the hall, shaking the heavens. "Come in quickly!"
He was suddenly jolted, his eyes shining brightly: the Pope's laughter was full of vigor, showing absolutely no signs of illness!
"Yes." He bowed his head, sword in hand, and then silently walked up the steps.
The King was protected by Mingli guards and the unfathomable Miaofeng Envoy. However, the group on their side was separated, Miaohuo had not yet returned, and Miaoshui was being controlled by the King, preventing them from making a unified plan. Under no circumstances should they act rashly at this moment.
He had concealed all his murderous intent along the way.
"Long live the King." Entering the familiar hall, he knelt before the jade throne and bowed his head deeply. "Your subordinate went to Changbai Mountain and took the life of the Hermit of Tianchi, avenging the King's past grievances."
As he spoke, he took out a jade flute from his bosom and presented it to the emperor.
—The Recluse of Tianchi has long since disappeared from the martial world, and the King of the Sect may not be able to immediately see through his lie. As for this flute, it was obtained by Miao Huo from elsewhere several years ago, and it is said to be the Recluse's personal possession.
"Hehe, Tong never disappoints." However, the King of Pop didn't seem to care about his carefully crafted lie at all. He simply praised him and then changed the subject, "You've just returned from a long journey. Come and see my newly acquired mastiff—look, isn't it cute?"
Having received permission, he dared to raise his head and look at the several magical beasts tied with golden ropes to one side of the jade throne. Suddenly, he couldn't help but change color.
Amidst the pack of ferocious mastiffs, a mangled, bloody corpse was revealed.
Judging from the clothes, that, that should be—
“Look, what an adorable little beast,” the Pope said with a smile, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his throne. “It has just eaten Uma and is quite satisfied.”
Uma!
Even someone like Tong showed a look of horror on her face—
That corpse was none other than Uma, the Holy Maiden of the Sun!
“What a foolish woman… I had Miaofeng spread the news that I had gone mad with cultivation, and she couldn’t resist, hehe,” the King smiled on his throne, his white hair and beard making him look like an immortal. On the golden plate beside him was the head of a beautiful woman who had been severed not long ago. “She joined forces with Gao Le and the others to try to kill me.”
Tong looked at the former Holy Maiden, who was second only to the Emperor, and her palms gradually became sweaty.
“It really couldn’t withstand the test,” the Pope said, fiddling with the head, then suddenly turning to look at him. “Isn’t that right, Tong?”
He calmly met the Pope's gaze and bowed deeply: "I only regret that I cannot personally behead the Pope."
"Hehehe..." The king laughed loudly, grabbed his long hair, and tossed the head on the golden plate to the pack of mastiffs. "Eat, eat! This is the flesh and blood of the Uyghur king's daughter, my lovely little beasts!"
The mastiffs fought over food, making a series of sharp chewing sounds.
“These treasures are still the best,” the King turned his hand and gently stroked Tong, who was kneeling before the jade throne. His hand went over the three golden needles under Tong’s hair one by one, and he smiled with satisfaction: “Tong, as long as you are loyal to me, you can enjoy the best of everything.”
After descending the steps, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the cold wind outside made my whole body ache.
He slowly loosened his grip on the Bloodstained Sword, a myriad of emotions flickering in his eyes, before silently sheathing the sword—had he been seen through? Or was it merely a test? The King was truly unfathomable.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was lucky; by not rushing back in time, he had escaped a disaster.
I wonder if Miao Shui is safe and sound, having been left by the Pope's side? This blonde, snow-white woman is Persian. Legend has it that the Pope brought her back to the palace to learn the secret art of lovemaking from the Tibetan border region. She is incredibly skilled in seduction, and after several months of being intimate with him, she remained his favorite. Her martial arts skills gradually improved, and she eventually became one of the Five Bright Ones.
Her willingness to form an alliance with them this time was unexpected. In fact, he and Miao Huo had always been unsure about this woman's attitude.
It seems that, in any case, this assassination plan will have to be put on hold for the time being.
Let's wait and see, and make a decision after Miao Huo returns to the palace.
He descended the Twelve Jade Palaces and saw Miaoshui and Mingli emerge from behind the main hall, walking along the left and right carriage paths respectively. Among the Five Mingzi, the King trusted Mingli and Miaofeng the most: Mingli was in charge of daily life, and Miaofeng was the King's talisman, never leaving his side.
But where is Miaofeng now?
He slowed his pace, waiting intentionally or unintentionally. Miao Shui, her long robes flowing gracefully, approached with her entourage. She didn't stop when she saw him, but merely coughed a few times and greeted him softly, "Young Master Tong is back?"
He silently held his sword, and bowed slightly as if in response.
Miao Shui smiled and then walked away.
Tong lowered his eyes, watching her walk away. The instant their bodies passed each other, a gust of wind whistled past his ear. Without thinking, he instinctively reached up and clasped his hands behind his back, a wax pellet suddenly appearing in his palm. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of her hastily disappearing hem of clothing. The woman had already vanished quickly; there was no way he could have spoken to her.
When you crack open the wax ball, you'll find only a crumpled white handkerchief inside, with flame-shaped patterns embroidered on the corner.
That…is the King’s handkerchief?! Tong’s hand clenched instantly, but she restrained the urge to turn around and look at Miao Shui. She simply continued to leave along the steps without making a sound. The handkerchief was covered with red and black, spurting blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs. It was obviously sprayed out when blood vessels burst.
"Miaofeng has gone to Medicine Master Valley."
In the instant their figures intersected, he heard Miaoshui say a short, secret phrase via telepathy.
Tong's pupils suddenly contracted.
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