Liu Yinzhu was taken aback and asked subconsciously,
"How do you know?"
Ding Huan chuckled and said,
"Isn’t it obvious? Master Gu is unwilling to kill Dong Lishang and Palace Huazhang because he hopes these two people will contribute to the Sect. Doesn’t Palace Huazhang’s impending release mean that battle is about to ensue?"
Liu Yinzhu’s expression turned somber,
"I’m sorry, Ding Huan. The Sect Master is also quite helpless, as there are too few experts in the Sect, not to mention that Elder He is not managing affairs."
Ding Huan didn’t seem to mind,
"There’s no need to apologize, I’ve gained a lot from my year in Purple Mist Valley. The one hundred thousand contribution points from the sect have been of great use to me as well. In fact, I should be thanking you."
Liu Yinzhu sighed; she always felt somewhat apologetic to Ding Huan.
"Sister Yin Zhu, I will be leaving after a while, and when I do, I won’t say goodbye," Ding Huan informed her in advance.
Liu Yinzhu had also guessed that Ding Huan was likely to leave and handed him a jade plate,
"Ding Huan, this is the Sect’s entry and exit jade plate; take it with you, so you can come and find me anytime."
Ding Huan remembered he already had a jade plate for visiting elders, but he immediately accepted the one she offered: "Thank you, Sister Yin Zhu."
"Ding Huan, I must go back now. I’ve got a lot of things to deal with recently." Liu Yinzhu had long since considered Ding Huan a friend.
Ding Huan pondered for a moment before speaking,
"Sister Yin Zhu, I have a few suggestions for you. First, Purple Garden Mountain originally belongs to Purple Mist Valley, so the Valley can protect it with arrays.
Then open it to all cultivators in the Taoist Realm to cultivate there, just charging a fee or asking for favors. This will draw supporters and increase public sentiment."
Upon hearing Ding Huan’s advice, Liu Yinzhu immediately paid close attention.
"Second, before the first battle, have the Sect Master call a pre-war mobilization meeting in the Sect’s main hall. Remember, what comes next is critical..."
Liu Yinzhu nodded, taking Ding Huan’s opinion very seriously.
Ding Huan took out paper and pen to write down sixteen types of medicinal ingredients, along with some methods for making incense, and handed them to Liu Yinzhu:
"Use these sixteen types of herbs to make incense sticks, and burn them in the main hall either the day before the battle or the day of the pre-war mobilization meeting.
All disciples and elders participating in the battle must enter the main hall, ensuring everyone smells the incense."
"Ding Huan, what do you mean?" Liu Yinzhu looked at Ding Huan perplexedly.
Ding Huan naturally couldn’t reveal his true intentions,
"Sister Yin Zhu, just know that this is to pray for the Sect’s success in the upcoming battle, and there must be no second reason. Of course, it’s up to Master Gu to listen or not."
Liu Yinzhu took the paper very seriously,
"Ding Huan, I must inform the Sect Master of this and urge him to consider it."
"The next part is still related to the war, and if everything is done as I suggest, then when the battle starts, don’t rush out.
Because the enemy will rush to attack the Sect, so just have the Sect Master set up more Killing Trap Arrays inside. And at the beginning, don’t make the first move, wait until the opponent acts, then strike hard all of a sudden."
Hearing Ding Huan’s words, Liu Yinzhu immediately said,
"That’s impossible. If Nine Sounds Sect dares storm into the Sect, it would be a war of annihilation, which simply wouldn’t be allowed in the Taoist Realm."
Ding Huan said with resignation,
"Sister Yin Zhu, to put it bluntly, even if they were to annihilate Purple Mist Valley, after occupying it and giving out a portion of the benefits, who would stand up for Purple Mist Valley?"
Ding Huan had seen too much of this sort of thing.
At most, the outcome would be framed as Purple Mist Valley going too far, and Nine Sounds Sect, unable to endure their repeated killing of their disciples or for other reasons, exterminating Purple Mist Valley in one clean sweep.
Liu Yinzhu was at a loss for words; she thought it impossible for Purple Mist Valley to be annihilated. As long as Purple Mist Valley still stood, they could condemn Nine Sounds Sect’s crimes.
But what if they were truly annihilated?
"I understand," said Liu Yinzhu, her mood downcast.
"Sister Yin Zhu, the fewer people know about this, the better. Also, you need to go into seclusion and cultivate. If you’re constantly entangled in trivial matters, it’s truly not worth it."
Ding Huan gave his final piece of advice.
Liu Yinzhu sighed as she stood up, passing a storage bag to Ding Huan,
"This is a spaceship my master gave me. I’m using the one the Sect Master gave me; I’ll give you this one,"
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Ding Huan was overjoyed, "Thank you, Sister Yin Zhu."
He had been thinking about buying a spaceship, and here one was being given to him.
A spaceship was an incredibly sought-after treasure, hard to buy without connections. They were mostly sold at auctions for high prices.
And if available in the Artifact Pavilion, they would be sold at several times the market rate.
After Liu Yinzhu left, Ding Huan, in theory, could leave right away, but instead, he began setting up various trapping and killing arrays.
It must be said that Liu Yinzhu’s information was timely, as the next day before dawn broke, Ding Huan sensed the trigger mechanism on Dawn Peak being activated.
Through monitoring the prohibition, Ding Huan clearly saw the arrival was indeed Palace Huazhang.
Locked up for a year, not only had this man not lost weight, but he also seemed more spirited, even his aura had noticeably increased.
This was a great irony indeed.
Ding Huan took out the Genetic Poison Fog spray and casually pressed the prohibition before tossing it aside.
The Genetic Poison Fog spray began to fog. Ding Huan chuckled internally; he had tested it before and knew that True Pill cultivators simply couldn’t resist the Genetic Poison Fog.
"Bang!" A muffled sound echoed as the door to Ding Huan’s cultivation room was kicked open.
Ding Huan looked at the rushing figure of Gong Hua in surprise and thought to himself, Doesn’t this guy even bother to disguise himself?
"Don’t want to leave, huh? With such rich spiritual energy here, no wonder you’re reluctant to go. Let me tell you some good news, you won’t have to leave anymore; you can stay here forever."
Gong Hua looked at Ding Huan’s surprised expression and laughed wildly.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Ding Huan counted as if he didn’t hear Gong Hua’s voice at all.
"Playing tricks," said Gong Hua and reached out to grab Ding Huan’s head.
"Bang!" The Concealing Array was torn apart by Gong Hua’s claw, and the Third-level Defense Array was activated, managing to block Gong Hua’s attack.
"Seven, six..." Ding Huan continued to count.
"You actually set up a Third-level Defense Array?" Gong Hua was taken aback and then swung a giant axe down.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..."
Hundreds of Blade Lights and Sword Lights densely shot toward Gong Hua.
Gong Hua’s figure twisted rapidly, but the attacks by the Sword Lights and Blade Lights were too dense, even if he moved quickly, he still got hit by several.
"Boom!" Gong Hua’s giant axe also tore open a gap in the Defense Array.
Ding Huan thought to himself that this guy’s strength was indeed not ordinary for a True Pill cultivator; just one swing of his axe had torn his Protecting Array. It seemed that ordinary Third-level Arrays might not be enough against True Pill perfection powerhouses.
With this in mind, Ding Huan threw out several Array Flags and activated the Killing Array.
As more Wind Blades and Sword Lights swept over, Gong Hua rapidly retreated, wanting to first leave Ding Huan’s room.
He didn’t believe that Ding Huan could escape from his hands today.
"Bang!" Gong Hua’s figure was blocked again; it seemed Ding Huan had already locked the exit of his cultivation room with a trapping array.
"Three, two, one..." Ding Huan kept counting.
In fact, Ding Huan was already reflecting that the Genetic Poison Fog acted somewhat slowly on True Pill perfection cultivators; it probably couldn’t be used against Primordial Soul cultivators.
The effectiveness of this kind of Genetic Poison relied on catching the opponent off guard. Once perceived by a strong cultivator in advance, it hardly worked.
It wasn’t until this moment that Gong Hua finally sensed something was wrong.
His True Yuan began to stall, and when he was about to summon the giant axe to tear through Ding Huan’s trapping array, his True Yuan’s gathering was blocked as if by something.
At that moment, even his meridians became numb, and his Sea of Consciousness slowed down.
"Wrong, you’ve poisoned this place?" Gong Hua finally caught on.
He didn’t expect Ding Huan to be so insidious. How could a mere Qi Cultivator know he was coming and even preemptively poison the place?
Ding Huan took out the Genetic Poison Fog spray, sprayed Gong Hua through the Defense Array again, and then removed the press prohibition from the Genetic Poison Fog spray.
The fog inside was running low, probably just enough for one more use.
However, as his cultivation level had risen, the usefulness of the Genetic Poison Fog for him had become increasingly limited.
"I thought I’d have to wait a few more days before I could go, but you did well. You came as soon as it was light today, saving me a few days of waiting."
Ding Huan put away the spray and lazily stood up, brushing off nonexistent dust from his clothing.
He stayed here, truly just to wait for Gong Hua.
"You knew I was going to come?" Gong Hua felt something was amiss.
Ding Huan spoke unhurriedly,
"If every lousy fish and rotten shrimp like you could plot against me, I wouldn’t have survived till today.
Do you know about Can Ping from the Dual Soul Sect? He wasn’t much weaker than you, and I blasted his head with a shot. You’re lucky, my young master didn’t need to fire."
Gong Hua shuddered; Can Ping’s strength wasn’t lower than his.
At that moment, he felt his internal organs twisting in pain, his Dantian starting to crack, and his Sea of Consciousness seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.
Gong Hua frantically ran his Cultivation Technique to drive out the poison. However, far from expelling the toxin, the condition in his body grew more terrifying as it broke down.
"Mr. Ding, if you let me go this time, I’m willing to swear upon my soul," Gong Hua called out eagerly.
Ding Huan nodded and stepped forward while Gong Hua forcefully suppressed the rage in his heart, determined to pull someone down with him even in death.
"Good, make your oath for me to hear..." Ding Huan nodded.
Without any hesitation, Gong Hua began,
"I, Gong Hua, swear that if Mr. Ding today can..."
"Pfft!" Before Gong Hua could finish his oath, a Blade Light tore through his brow.
Gong Hua looked at Ding Huan with eyes that refused to close in death, why? You asked him to swear, so why still kill him?
Ding Huan didn’t care what Gong Hua thought. After killing him, the first thing he did was cast a Fireball onto Gong Hua’s body, and with a sweep of his hand, he took Gong Hua’s Storage Bracelet.
He didn’t want to risk Gong Hua sending a message through a secret technique.
After killing Gong Hua, Ding Huan knew it was time to go, and that it was imperative to go.