Chapter 1367: Chapter 871: Mo Wentian
Hearing this, the corner of Yang Xiao’s mouth twitched. Indeed, powerful individuals speak differently. A person who is at the peak of the Ghost Level or at a half-step into the Netherworld Realm would not be a minor figure in any force. Even the Esoteric Elder and Dharma Sect City Lord are on this level. Yet, in the mouth of Second Demon Uncle, they’re all easy-to-handle small fries.
Yang Xiao had some understanding of the Jianghu rumors about Second Demon Uncle. In those days, both he and his senior brother were Purple Robe Spiritual Masters of the Taoist sect, holding exalted positions. Alas, one wrong step led them to be consumed by their heart demons and lose their way.
The two of them traveled together, almost wiping out half the martial world. The number of famous masters who died at their hands was countless.
Even the old dean of Ru Lin Academy from that time couldn’t deal with them. In the end, they had no choice but to devise a plan to separate the two and lure the Taoist Great Demon alone into the academy’s secret realm to be killed.
Second Demon Uncle has countless blood debts on his hands. If his presence in the Peace Hotel were known to outsiders, strong avengers would surely fill Xiang Ma Town.
However, this matter could not rely on Uncle. Yang Xiao imagined that if he alone encountered one of Ghost Sect’s half-step Netherworld Realm experts, if the opponent could allow him to escape, it would indicate his training was not complete.
Such experts from the Ghost Sect are predictably hard to handle, after all, the Ghost Tomb itself can be considered a space-type magical artifact, and the opponent might just drag him into the Ghost Tomb.
Reflecting on the cramped space inside that bone fan, if Qiu Huai De had the strength of half-step Netherworld, he would have long gone to accompany Fu Qingzhu.
"Uncle, I am acquainted with the old dean Yang Qianhe of Ru Lin Academy. Recently, they exterminated many Japanese Apostles. Perhaps they have a low-level Ghost Tomb in their hands," Yang Xiao said.
"It’s useless, most Ghost Tombs are extremely unstable. Once the Apostle controlling the Ghost Tomb dies, there’s a high chance it will go out of control," Second Demon Uncle explained.
"But hasn’t Ru Lin Academy’s Ghost Tomb stayed under control? Isn’t the owner already dead?" Yang Xiao asked logically.
"That’s an exception. You can’t quite say the Ghost Sect Big Leader is dead. He was determined to release the Hundred Demons imprisoned within the Ghost Tomb to cause chaos. But at the crucial moment, your Patrol Defense Office’s Director and the United Federation’s President arrived, and the two of them together defeated this dying Big Leader, throwing him into the Ghost Tomb."
"I don’t know the details, but from the information you brought back, it seems this Big Leader as the owner of the Ghost Tomb is trapped inside, achieving a sort of delicate balance with it, somewhat symbiotic."
Recalling this distant history, Second Demon Uncle sighed at the prowess of such formidable figures, invoking admiration.
"Uncle, did you ever face these two?" Yang Xiao asked absently.
Yet, right after asking, Yang Xiao regretted it. Wasn’t this cursing his uncle? If he had, how could he still see his dear Uncle today?
But Second Demon Uncle didn’t mind, openly stating that he hadn’t crossed paths with these top-tier warriors, though he did face a highly ranked Deputy Director from the General Bureau of the Patrol Defense Office, who was very powerful.
Seemingly reminded of something, Second Demon Uncle continued, "If you want to use the Ghost Tomb to fight poison with poison to treat Nalan Shuo, you must capture this Japanese Apostle carrying the Ghost Tomb alive."
"The Ghost Tomb is an inherently unstable magic artifact, difficult for outsiders to control. If this person is willing to cooperate with you, then Nalan Shuo’s chance of survival will greatly increase."
"What’s the probability of success?" The word "survival" tugged at Yang Xiao’s heart.
"If everything goes smoothly, about thirty to forty percent. If they’re not willing to cooperate, then not even ten percent," Second Demon Uncle said bluntly.
"Only thirty to forty percent..." Although Yang Xiao had mentally prepared, this probability was still lower than he expected. He originally thought it would be at least fifty percent, or perhaps even more.
"The Ghost Sect’s methods were unreliable from the start and should be the last resort. Even the probability I mentioned was exaggerated. If Nalan Shuo doesn’t strive, not even thirty percent is likely." Second Demon Uncle had no interest in Nalan Shuo’s survival, mentioning so much purely for his nephew Yang Xiao’s sake.
This youngster inherited his senior brother’s magical artifact, was honest and straightforward, had a pleasant manner, and possessed high comprehension—what they called aptitudinal roots in Taoism; he liked him a lot.
Yang Xiao was now tangled in confusion; the difficulty of executing this plan was too high. First, he had to locate a Japanese Apostle with a Ghost Tomb, then "convince" them to willingly risk helping save Director Nalan.
From any perspective, it seemed unrealistic. He was already considering whether to spend some money to see if he could buy such a person from the Esoteric Sect.
The land of the Yin Temple in Myanmar and Thailand was a rare chaotic place, dealing in the business of the dead and trafficking bodies, naturally also selling the living, as long as the price is right.
Anyway, he was very grateful to Second Demon Uncle since he gave him hope, and what he needed most now was hope.
"Qingfeng, bring out that thing," Second Demon Uncle suddenly said.
Yang Xiao instinctively turned his head, only to see Senior Brother Qingfeng take a letter from his robes.
As Qingfeng extended his hand, Yang Xiao naturally accepted it, seeing "Reward" written in very sloppy red characters on the envelope.
"This is the latest reward list, open it and take a look," Senior Brother Qingfeng said.
From Senior Brother Qingfeng’s expression, Yang Xiao detected something peculiar.
