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Chapter 205: Treading Carefully Under the Holy Sect's Shadow
Chapter 205: Treading Carefully Under the Holy Sect’s Shadow
Gai Zhu Mountain in Jiangbei thrummed with vibrant wood-element spiritual energy, a land teeming with life and growth. Two figures streaked across the sky in streaks of light, descending swiftly at the mountain’s edge—Lv Yang and True Man Yinshan.
“The Holy Sect’s decree summoned Jiangbei’s cultivators here,” True Man Yinshan said, retrieving a skyward message talisman. With a flick of his palm, he ignited it in a flash of light, sending it soaring into the mountain.
Moments later, a graceful silhouette emerged.
A woman with alluring eyes, arched brows, and a skirt grazing her thighs stepped forward, her scent intoxicatingly sweet. “Han Xiang of the Fragrant Grasping Sect pays homage to the Holy Sect’s elders,” she said, bowing with calculated elegance—modest yet undeniably seductive.
Lv Yang remained wary. Han Xiang was no mere disciple; she led the Fragrant Grasping Sect, a formidable Jiangbei power backed by a Foundation-Building Late-Stage True Man.
“Won’t you come inside?” she asked, smirking as she stepped aside. Her tone hinted at more than hospitality.
Lv Yang, ever composed, narrowed his eyes. “Are you the only one here?” His Divine Consciousness swept the mountain, detecting no other presences.
Han Xiang’s smile faltered. “The others… left for private dealings. They feared the Holy Sect’s arrival would spark conflict and sought to trade their excess treasures.”
“You mean they’re hiding from us?” True Man Yinshan murmured, catching on. “They distrust the Holy Sect’s reputation.”
Lv Yang grimaced. The Holy Sect’s True Men were notorious for “acquiring” treasures by force.
“Take me to them,” he ordered.
Han Xiang hesitated, but relented. “As you wish.”
Moments later, they descended into a forested valley, arriving at a cave pulsing with concealed auras. Inside, over a dozen shadowy figures lingered—Jiangbei’s elite cultivators, masking their identities.
A thunderous voice shattered the tension. “Time’s up.”
A central formation flared yellow, revealing the Dragon-Hooking Elder, a Foundation-Building Mid-Stage cultivator whose open pride in his power bordered on arrogance.
“First,” he announced, “a Early Foundation-Building Jiao Long.” With a wave, a blood-soaked dragon corpse materialized, its sinews and bones gleaming. “Its parts can forge treasures or brew vitality elixirs. I seek a lifespan-extending pill.”
Silence. Such pills were rare, but even rarer were those that countered the deadly Dragon-Binding Winds.
A flash of light swept the corpse away—a secret deal done.
One by one, others stepped forward: spirit treasures, alchemical pills, and cultivation techniques exchanged in hushed anonymity. Even Han Xiang joined, disguising herself as a burly man with a gruff voice.
“Paranoid,” Lv Yang muttered, amused.
Suddenly, another figure emerged—a childlike Daoist youth radiating opulence.
“Treasure-Child of the Treasure-Dividing Precipice!” someone hissed. “A Mid-Stage True Man—and a target for Holy Sect bandits.”
Lv Yang’s eyes gleamed. The boy’s aura screamed “bait,” yet his smile widened.
(End of Chapter)
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