[Name: Xun Liuyi (Zhong Shenxiu)]
[Martial Arts Third Barrier: Refining Marrow]
[Liangyi Huaji Hand: Third Level]
[Ten Thousand Gu Hand: Fourth Level]
[Heavenly Show Points: 77 (31%)]
[The Gate of All Gates: To be opened]
Within the Shanyao Gang, Zhong Shenxiu checked his attribute panel, a trace of joy lighting up his face.
"Who would have thought that merely being listed in the earth rankings would bring such a sensational effect, allowing me to gain over fifty Heavenly Show Points in one breath. Not only that, but as time passes, the Heavenly Show Points are still slowly increasing. This small world is indeed easier to harvest than the last, probably due to a collectively higher quality..."
He muttered to himself, silently pondering. However, there weren’t more examples to research on this aspect, so he could only temporarily set it aside and suppress it in his heart.
Just then, Zhong Shenxiu touched his brow, and his Spiritual Sense stirred.
He walked out of the room, following the guidance within his heart, moving swiftly out of the gang’s headquarters.
In no time, with his peerless Qinggong, he leaped over the city walls and arrived in a barren mountain.
Spring was in full bloom, the forest dense, the grass rich, and flowers blossoming abundantly.
Beside a cluster of flowers, the Goddess Constable Yan Wushuang stood prettily, smiling at him, "You’ve come?"
Zhong Shenxiu replied solemnly, his expression darkening, "The Divine Capture Sect has gone too far. Is this how they treat a Guest Elder?"
After seeing his title of Yin Yang Hand in the earth rankings, Zhong Shenxiu quickly sensed that something was amiss. Clearly, they intended to use him as bait.
But while the last time was voluntary, this time he was not so willing.
Since his Grandmaster strength had been exposed, one could imagine that if anyone from the Five Poison Sect still came, it would be incredibly dangerous.
Yan Wushuang performed a graceful courtesy, "On behalf of the official door, I apologize. This was planned by the Divine Fortune Teller, and I... had no choice. But rest assured, this time we have arranged for three Grandmasters nearby, and with you, that makes four Grandmasters. It’s enough to make any high-level expert from the Five Poison Sect die on the spot. And based on our intelligence, this time the Five Poison Sect only has one newcomer taking action."
Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself with skepticism. Why did it seem even more dangerous now?
"Indeed!" Yan Wushuang answered in a deep voice: "The information and whereabouts of the other Grandmasters from the Five Poison Sect are all within our control. The only one who came to the Central Plains this time is a man under thirty, a young and promising Grandmaster!"
"Based on the latest intelligence, this man calls himself ’King of Ten Thousand Slaves,’ the Five Poison Sect Saint Son. Seven days ago, he went to Jin Family Castle and annihilated the Golden Zombie Ximen Cuo and his entire family! From this, we learned that among the young generation of the Five Poison Sect, he is the real number one master, even previously qualified to be ranked first in the people’s listings, yet he has been forbearing, silently unknown, it seems like he is planning to soar high, with great ambitions in mind."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded, "It seems... this King of Ten Thousand Slaves is a peerless genius?"
"In terms of talent, roughly not inferior to you."
In reality, in Yan Wushuang’s heart, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves was still a notch below Zhong Shenxiu. Although they were both Grandmasters, and both had the achievements of eliminating experts on the earth rankings, the martial arts of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves might surpass that of Zhong Shenxiu at this time.
But one came from a minor sect, while the other was backed by the abundant resources of the Five Poison Sect. With vastly different starting lines, their achievements were not so disparate, which was telling enough.
The woman continued, "With his talent, his future in the heavenly listings is expected, and thus the Divine Capture Sect takes him very seriously. They are determined to kill him, and according to his trajectory, the next target will probably be you."
"Challenging the experts of the Central Plains, huh? Quite arrogant..." Zhong Shenxiu mused to himself: "King of Ten Thousand Slaves? That name is a bit odd..."
"The surname ’Wan’ is rare in Miaojiang, but coincidentally, the Sect Hierarchs of the Five Poison Sect have all been surnamed Wan, and this person is likely the current Five Poison Sect Saint Son. You could regard him as a prospective Sect Hierarch..." Yan Wushuang replied.
"Such a deep background, truly a big problem."
Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a headache coming on: "Does this mean great trouble is heading my way?"
Though he said that, Zhong Shenxiu had no intention of sitting around waiting for death.
After their meeting, as he watched Yan Wushuang’s departing figure, he couldn’t help but comment to himself with a sneer, "Rely on the Divine Catcher? Might as well expect a sow to climb a tree."
He then began to make some preparations.
First of all, he naturally went back to the Shanyao Gang, announcing that he wanted to buy a residence elsewhere to live in.
Although Yan Wushuang had promised that the Imperial Divine Constable Sect would secretly protect the innocents, he still didn’t quite believe it, and blatantly left the Shanyao Gang to find another place to live, thus reducing the danger to the others somewhat.
In addition, he trained in martial arts with a vengeance every day.
However, as vicious and abnormal as the Ten Thousand Gu Hand skill was, advancing by leaps and bounds daily, there was still some distance to reach the pinnacle of Grandmaster, let alone breaking through to the level of Great Grandmaster.
Time flew, and more than ten days passed.
With a full moon and flowers blooming, Zhong Shenxiu walked out of his room, lost in thought, and went to the courtyard with a jug of wine, drinking freely under the moon.
Not far away, three Grandmasters from the Divine Capture Sect were secretly observing the nearby movements.
Apart from the Goddess Constable Yan Wushuang and the Divine Fortune Teller Zhuge WuLiang, there was another Grandmaster; he was short with disproportionately long arms and legs, and had a weird body shape, his face the color of ancient bronze. This was none other than Ma Qingfeng, the Divine Catcher heralded as ’Soul Chaser of a Thousand Miles’.
"We have been waiting for days and there hasn’t been the slightest abnormality. Perhaps the King of Ten Thousand Slaves already knows about the imperial actions, hence does not dare to come and stir up trouble..."
Ma Qingfeng suddenly spoke up.
"That’s possible, but we should still observe for a while longer. In this old man’s view, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves came to the Central Plains with a specific purpose and is likely not to give up so easily..."
Zhuge WuLiang replied slowly.
Goddess Constable Yan Wushuang’s eyes flickered as if she wanted to say something.
At that moment, a voice slowly emanated from the darkness:
"You’re right, I will not give up so easily, and three Grandmasters from the Divine Capture Sect are not worth my consideration."
Yan Wushuang’s Spiritual Sense perceived a strong danger, staring intently in one direction.
From that darkness, six purple lights suddenly appeared, carrying an aura of ferocity and evil terror, gradually approaching as if a pack of wolves closing in.
"King of Ten Thousand Slaves?" Zhuge WuLiang slowly uttered.
"Yes, it is indeed I!"
With those words, several figures slowly emerged from the darkness. Each one of them had different features, but the one thing they had in common was their purple eyes emitting a strange and eerie glow.
"That’s not right, Golden Zombie Ximen Cuo?"
Pointing at one person, Ma Qingfeng cried out in shock, "Aren’t you already dead?"
Legend had it that Ximen Cuo had long been killed by the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, his bones not even left intact.
"I am not Ximen Cuo, I am the King of Ten Thousand Slaves!"
Ximen Cuo spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
At the same time, the two people beside him also began to speak: "You guys entertain me first. Once I’ve dealt with that Yin Yang Hand, you will have no more chances... I’ll give you some advice, run for your lives now while you still can!"
They spoke simultaneously, voice and tone identical as if cast from the same mold.
Not only that, Yan Wushuang could clearly sense that the heartbeat, breathing rate, and even the profoundly mysterious aura of the three people opposite her were all exactly the same!
It appeared as if the King of Ten Thousand Slaves had divided his Divine Soul into three, infusing each into the bodies of these three Grandmasters!