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nWei Qiancheng’s heart skipped a beat when he heard his subordinate’s words.

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nThey had not figured out the truth of the mysterious organization at all. It would be fine if there was only one stronghold, but the strength behind it would be terrifying.

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n“I want to write a letter to the Imperial Court!”

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nWei Qiancheng did not have time to think about the problem of his official position. If he continued to hide it and did not report it, it would be difficult for him to keep his head.

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nHe quickly wrote a secret scroll, inserted three feathers, and sped to the capital.

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nNow, he could only rely on the Gumu Sect’s experts to defeat the other party.

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nOn the outskirts of Yangzhou.

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nSpiritual Gods Temple.

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nThere was an endless stream of guests offering incense.

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nIt was said that this place was very effective.

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nSome people prayed for money, and the next morning they went out and tripped over a stone. They just happened to pick up an ingot of gold.

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nThere were countless similar incidents.

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nIn the backyard of the temple.

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nThe demonic monk who defeated the two experts of the Imperial Court was shirtless, and he was doing dirty things to the woman lying on the table.

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nThe woman’s eyes were listless, and her face was abnormally pale. She seemed to have lost her mind.

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n“Acalanatha! Senior Brother Dhamun deliberately let the two bailiffs of the Imperial Court go last time, you have such a big confidence. However, if you delay the Cult Leader’s important matter, the punishment will not be small.”

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nThe black-robed monk at the side put his hand in a Buddhist etiquette. He turned a blind eye to the filthy scene in front of him as if he was already used to it.

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n“Haha, Junior Brother Dharmaraja, don’t worry. I have long mastered the ‘Joy Scripture’. It is only a matter of time before I break through to become a saint cultivator. When that time comes, regardless of whether it is the White Lotus Cult or the martial arts world of the Central Plains, everyone will have to bow down to me!”

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nDhamun’s large hand was kneading the woman’s voluptuous area with a very wild smile on his face!

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nThe Joyful Zen Sect could also be considered a large sect in the outer realm, but Jue Lengxin’s strength was too strong, so they had no choice but to temporarily submit to the White Lotus Cult.

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n“Senior brother Dhamun, you’d better be careful. Jue Lengxin might have already become a saint Cultivator.” Dharmaraja was still worried.

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nMoreover, Dharmaraja had not broken through yet, so it was not wise to provoke the Imperial Court.

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n“After we’ve captured all the experts of the Imperial Court, I’ll absorb their power, and then I’ll be able to break through to a saint cultivator!” When Dharmaraja reached the point of excitement, his large hand forcefully grabbed the woman’s delicate neck.

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nIn a short moment, the woman was completely lifeless.

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nDhamun threw the corpse to the side in disappointment.

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nHe had always remembered his hatred of Jue Lengxin injuring him in the past. Even in his dreams, he wanted to take revenge.

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nHe endured the loath and was sent to Yangzhou City of the Great Zhou Dynasty. On the surface, he sent boys and girls to the White Lotus Cult, but behind his back, he wantonly plundered beauties and experts for him to cultivate the ‘Joy Scripture’.

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nHe did this so that one day, he would defeat Jue Lengxin.

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nThe pilgrims knelt in the great hall to pray, completely unaware of the ugliness hidden behind them.

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nIn the dungeon.

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nThis was the place where Dhamun had captured the boys and girls. All kinds of women were locked up here.

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nThe miserable cries of women and the children were like hell, making one’s hair stand on end.

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nIn the innermost secret room made of steel, countless cultivator experts were locked up here. When Dhamun was free, he would sacrifice them to become nourishment for his path to becoming a saint cultivator.

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nAll the experts were forcibly subdued and their tendons were scattered. In addition, their acupoints were restrained. They were now no different from ordinary people.

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nSome were experts of the Imperial Court, some were vagabonds, and there were also a few experts of the seven great sects.

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nThey were all captured here because they were no match for the demon monk of the Western Region.

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n“I didn’t expect that demon monk to be a half-step saint cultivtaor. No wonder all of you disappeared before. The Imperial Court thought that you were already dead.” The white-robed expert leaned against the wall weakly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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nThat night, he thought he would definitely die, but that demon monk only locked them up.

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nWhen he entered the secret room, he realized that there were a few colleagues he knew.

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n“What’s the difference between being trapped here and dying?” A Xiantian ninth-stage in a Huashan’s Sect robe stared at the ceiling with a dull gaze.

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nHe had been locked up here for almost two months. He was used to seeing death every day, and his heart was almost numb.

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n“Everyone, don’t lose confidence. The Imperial Court already knows the location of this stronghold. Experts will be arriving soon, and the Imperial Court has half-step saint cultivators as well.” The white-robed expert recalled the time when the eight vassal kings rebelled, the mysterious expert could win against four of them by himself.

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nGetting rid of the foreign demon monk was definitely not a problem.

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nHis words were like a shot in the arm. The eyes of some of the experts who had lost hope suddenly lit up.

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nYes, there were also half-step saint cultivators in the Imperial Court.

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nNow, they were only afraid that they might not be able to hold on until then. Who knew when the demon monks of the outer realm would sacrifice them?

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nBut having hope was better than having no hope at all.

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nThe Gumu Sect followed the teachings of their grandmasters. They cultivated in the mountains and hid in seclusion. They did not care about worldly affairs.

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nBut when the martial arts world of the Central Plains encountered a crisis, they would take action to resolve it.

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nWei Qiancheng’s wife had once entered the Gumu Sect to practice martial arts, so Wei Qiancheng was able to contact the Gumu Sect’s experts.

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nThe Gumu Sect’s experts wore green robes and looked very ordinary. They were about forty years old and had square faces. They looked somewhat dignified.

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nThe black iron-heavy sword in their hands was about five feet long and half a palm wide. Their entire body was dark and extremely heavy.

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nIt was exactly as the saying went, ‘The heavy sword has no edge’. It was a great skill that did not work!

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n“You must be heavy sword Yue Zhuang, the eldest senior brother of the Gumu Sect. Please have a seat!” Wei Qiancheng hurriedly came out to welcome him.

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nWith a half-step saint cultivator in charge, he felt a lot more at ease.

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nYue Zhuang nodded lightly and followed Wei Qiancheng into the living room.

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nThe maid served the fragrant tea and then left.

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n“I think Master Yue Zhuang also knows that this group of people is definitely not as simple as ordinary human traffickers. Two Xiantian experts from the Imperial Court have been killed. The motive behind this is not to be trifled with.” Wei Qiancheng tried his best to describe the matter more seriously.

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n“Do you have any specific clues?” Yue Zhuang did not speak much and asked important questions.

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n“A few days ago, I sent some spies who do not know martial arts to check the Spiritual God Temple on the outskirts of Yangzhou City. There were less than ten people, but they did not enter the backyard. However, there should be less than twenty people.”

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nWei Qiancheng was able to become the governor of Yangzhou City, so he was naturally not an ordinary person.

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nHe knew that sending experts into the Spiritual God temple would alert the enemy, so he specially sent a few spies to disguise themselves as pilgrims and roughly investigate.

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n“There should only be one half-step saint cultivator. I’ll go and see him tonight!” Yue Zhuang was confident in his own strength.

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nThe barbarians from the outer realms were definitely not his match.

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n“The Imperial Court’s reinforcement experts are about to arrive. Master Yue Zhuang, are you going to wait for a few days?” Wei Qiancheng was really afraid.

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nSo many people had already died. If this Gumu Sect expert also died, he did not know that they would be able to solve the problem in Yangzhou City.

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nIt was always right to be cautious.

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nHowever, Yue Zhuang didn’t care. He felt that even if he went alone, he could solve it.

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n“It doesn’t matter. The Imperial Court won’t send a half-step saint cultivator. No matter how many people there are, it’s useless. Instead, they’ll become a burden to me. The Jue Wutian in the past wasn’t a match for the Gumu Sect now.”

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nIf he solved the problem earlier, he could return to the Gumu Sect earlier.

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nWei Qiancheng saw that he was so insistent, so he stopped persuading him.

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nBecause he knew that it was useless to persuade him. The other party was a half-step saint cultivator and would not listen to him at all.

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