Chapter 61
The young man said with a smile, “Why are you running away?”
Little Yuan’er was about to reply, but when she suddenly remembered that she could not expose herself, she swallowed the words that were hanging on the tip of her tongue.
When the young man saw Little Yuan’er hesitating, he continued to say with a smile, “I’ve observed you for the entire night, you can’t fool me. Little girl, you’re from the Divine Court realm. The old man’s body is healthy. His cultivation base is at the middle stage of the Sense Condensation realm.” He gestured with his hand as he said, “But that’s not the point. Back to our topic, the second person who cultivated the sword to the penultimate stage is Yu Shangrong, the second head devil of Evil Sky Pavilion.”
“Who’s the third one?”
“The third person seems far away but is actually very close.”
“You’re the sword freak, Chen Wenjie?” Lu Zhou asked, puzzled.
“No, no… Chen Wenjie is obsessed with swordplay, but he doesn’t love the sword. I’m different. I like the sword, and I like swordplay as well… A person like Chen Wenjie is ambiguous with his stance. Someone like him will die a gruesome death sooner or later,” the young man said.
As soon as Lu Zhou heard this, he knew who the young man was. He stroked his beard as he said, “The one who loves swords to the bones, Jiang Aijian!”
The Great Meditation Dharani sounded as though a colony of flies was having a party.
Lu Zhou shook his head helplessly. He wondered if there was anyone who would enjoy listening to the Great Meditation Dharani?
After a few moments, the buzzing of the Great Meditation Dharani finally faded.
The holy altar was plunged into deadly silence.
“Let’s go,” Lu Zhou said as he and Little Yuan’er made their way to the center of the holy altar.
Even when they approached the plaza, nobody seemed to take notice of them. They successfully blended in with the crowd.
Little Yuan’er pointed at a nearby flying chariot and said, “There’s the flying chariot from the Fiend Temple!”
Apart from the Fiend Temple, there were also the flags from the Righteous Sect and the Clarity Sect around the holy altar’s plaza.
Just as expected, the cultivators from the Noble Path and Fiendish Path around the duo had a sour expression on their faces. They were practically huffing and puffing as they looked up.
Lu Zhou swept his eyes across the holy altar. With the Eye of Truth, everyone seemed like an enemy. He did not dare to think about what would happen to him if his identity was exposed. Three Impeccable Cards and Three Deadly Strike Cards were more than enough for him to escape with his life intact, but it would be difficult for him to take Zhao Yue away.
At this moment, a monk emerged from the flying chariot above the holy altar and descended slowly. His palms were joined together, and his kasaya glittered with gold.
Someone cried out in surprise, “Kong Xuan from the Temple of Great Emptiness?”
As Kong Xuan slowly descended, he projected his voice, “The abbot has decreed that the Holy Daughter of the current grand ceremony, Zhao Yue, will be taken away by the Temple of Great Emptiness. I ask for your understanding and forgiveness, my dear benefactors.”
A man in long robes pointed at Kong Xuan as he said indignantly, “Bald donkey! How can we let you take the Holy Daughter away just because you want to? What do you take our Righteous Sect for?”