Chapter 107: The World of Wonders (1)
Translator: 549690339
The black pot quickly gave Chen Luoyang the answer he wanted.
Blood mist rose from the mouth of the pot and condensed into a long blood text.
Chen Luoyang read Nie Guangyuan’s life experiences and was deep in thought.
From these concise descriptions, it could not be seen that the Chief of White Tiger Palace Hall had colluded with the enemy.
He didn’t throw the Dual Polarity Celestial Stone into the volcano either. The sudden eruption of the Earth Fire Lava beneath the Ancient God Peak had nothing to do with him.
However, although he looked calm on the outside, he was definitely an ambitious person.
He had his own confidants and private army.
Although he had only mentioned it briefly, it had already attracted Chen Luoyang’s attention.
It was not certain that Nie Guangyuan had the intention to rebel, but it was obvious that he had a strong desire for power and was unwilling to be subordinate to others.
This might be related to the current situation of the four halls in the Demonic Sect.
Among the four palace masters, the strongest was undoubtedly the Vermillion Bird Palace Master, one of the Five Emperors of the Divine Prefecture.
He was publicly acknowledged as the second most powerful expert of the Demonic Sect, a fiendish giant second only to Cult Master Chen Luoyang. At the same time, he was also very young and had unlimited potential.
Not to mention the Demon Cult, even in the entire Divine Lands, they were undoubtedly a powerhouse.
In the sect, although they were suppressed by the sect master, no one dared to underestimate them.
The four hall masters were originally on the same level, and theoretically, there was no difference in level.
However, because the current Vermillion Bird Palace Hall Chief was too powerful, he was called the Head Chief.
If the First Chief of the Martial Emperor Realm could be ignored for the time being, then there was still the Chief of the Azure Dragon Hall, Chen Chuhua.
Chen Chuhua was the same age as Nie Guangyuan, but his cultivation at the twelfth realm was one level higher than Nie Guangyuan, who was at the eleventh realm.
Besides that, although Chen Luoyang still hadn’t figured out the relationship between this sister and the Cult Master, it was certain that they were extremely close.
If there was a ranking between the four hall masters, Chen Chuhua would always be ranked above Nie Guangyuan.
In fact, the people in the Demonic Sect did address Chen Chuhua as the Second Chief, second only to the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall Chief.
As for Su Wei, the Chief of the Black Tortoise Hall, he had yet to condense the true meaning of martial arts and become a Martial King.
However, due to the special duties of the Black Tortoise Hall, the requirements for the martial arts realm of the Chief Monk were not so strict.
No one would simply use their cultivation to judge whether a God of Fortune was competent or not.
Moreover, if they were to really calculate, Su Wei might not be able to defeat Nie Guangyuan, but his younger brother could.
In a sense, the two brothers Su Wei and Su Ye could be regarded as the same person in the Demon Cult.
If that was the case, then such a person who was skilled in both literature and martial arts would definitely be ranked in the top five in the sect.
Of course, this was a little bullying.
However, even if Nie Guangyuan could suppress Su Wei in the comparison of the four hall masters, there were still two hall masters above him.
Outside of the four halls, there were two messengers beside the Cult Master.
The Sect Leader left the Elder Pavilion alone.
However, as the third most powerful person in the Demonic Sect and the first elder of another Martial Emperor, his status and prestige could not be compared to others.
Even though the old man had just suffered a setback under Emperor Xia’s hands, he would recover one day.
To Nie Guangyuan, the key to stimulating his self-esteem was that he was not the first person under the Cult Master, not the entire Demonic Sect, but only the young and strong figures. He could only compete for the top three positions.
Thus, Chen Luoyang wasn’t too worried about him.
Nie Guangyuan wasn’t willing to be inferior to others. He first stared at Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon.
His ability and ambition were not enough to threaten the sect master for the time being.
Chen Luoyang even felt that the Cult Master might not have been unaware of this and had intentionally encouraged Nie Guangyuan’s ambitions.
In other words, it was to fully mobilize the other party’s enthusiasm for work.
The Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon were not easy to deal with either.
It was not easy for Nie Guangyuan to defeat these two people.
This should also be considered a method of checks and balance…Chen Luoyang thought to himself.
For the time being, he didn’t have to worry about Nie Guangyuan.
However, he still had to pay attention to it from time to time.
If this Chief of the White Tiger Palace Hall could really reach the position of being below one person and above tens of thousands of people, then his ambition would be another matter altogether.
Chen Luoyang’s mind reconnected with the mysterious black pot in his mind.
The people on the mountain were all suspects.
It was hard to guard against a traitor within one’s family. Nie Guangyuan was the Cult Master’s trusted aide, and it would be especially dangerous if he was a traitor. Therefore, Chen Luoyang was the first to investigate him.
The person who posed the greatest threat was naturally the Great Elder.
However, the injured Martial Monarch Realm expert was still a Martial Monarch Realm expert.
There was a limited amount of blood red serum in the black pot, so he could not get any information from him.
Chen Luoyang wanted to leave the accumulated nectar for Emperor Xia or the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall’s Chief.
Therefore, he skipped the First Elder and went to the Sixth Elder, Zhou Pancheng.
Fourth Elder Chai Han was at the eleventh realm, while Sixth Elder Zhou Pancheng was at the tenth realm.
He lived frugally and thriftily. He should save as much as he could…
Blood-red words quickly condensed at the mouth of the flask as Chen Luoyang read it in silence.
While Cult Master Chen was busy with his own affairs, an unprecedented scene was happening in the cult, and it was likely that it would never happen again in the future.
From the elders, the Chief of the Black Tortoise Palace, the Left Emissary, and the higher-ups of the Demonic Sect to the ordinary disciples, all of them gathered in front of the stove in the kitchen to watch the big pots and kettles boil water.
Chen Xun, the chief of the kitchen under the Black Turtle Palace Hall, led a group of cooks and stood at the side in fear, completely confused.
Su Wei waved at them, and the group of people retreated together as if they had been pardoned, leaving the venue to these big shots who had inexplicably occupied the magpie’s nest.
Fourth Elder Chai Han, Sixth Elder Zhou Pancheng, and Seventh Elder Shangguan Song were all expressionless.
Beside them stood a tall and fat man who did not say a word.
However, the young Demonic Sect disciples consciously avoided him and Su Ye.
Black Tortoise 1, Su Ye.
Rosefinch One, Mad Bear Lin Dongyi.
The two of them, one crazy and the other crazy, kept strangers away.
It was not that there were no big shots with higher status and stronger cultivation than them.
But at least the big shots were fair in their rewards and punishments.
However, Pi and Mad Grizzly couldn’t be judged by common sense. Anyone who got close to them could die at any time, and they would die without a complete corpse.
The Vermilion Bird and Lin Dongyi had just been ordered to dig a tunnel to guide the water of the Dragon River.
Just as everything was about to be ready, he was interrupted.
Fortunately, Desolate Yuntian’s strength was above his. If it was someone else to pass down the order, the consequences would definitely be miserable.
He was silent at the moment, staring at the pots and kettles.
“He’s here!” Zhang Tianheng suddenly shouted.
Everyone was fully focused.
Even the few Elders who had a bad expression on their faces slightly straightened their expressions.
Then, a group of big shots who had the ability to destroy mountains and rivers watched the lid of the pot on the steam roof. The lid trembled and occasionally jumped up…
The scene was rather comical, but everyone’s expressions were serious.
“I’ve seen this scene occasionally, but I’ve never thought about it in detail,” Su Wei muttered to himself.
“Tianheng.” Desolate Yuntian called out to Zhang Tianheng.
With a wave of his hand, the Illusory Sun Technique formed a strange aura. It swept up a large amount of water in a water tank in the air and poured it on Zhang Tianheng like a waterfall..
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