Chapter 2076: The Hidden Story Chapter 2076: The Hidden Story Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the Lotus Feather Pavilion, Braydon Neal and Elder Juntenen sat in a small room.
“Braydon, you should be able to guess why we called you here, right?” Elder Juntenen asked.
Braydon looked at the solemn expression on Elder Juntenen’s face and nodded slowly.
He had sensed something was off ever since Elder Juntenen tried persuading Benaiah Strunk to stay.
After all, Elder Juntenen and Benaiah didn’t get along.
Why would they summon him to the Lotus Feather Pavilion without a reason?
“Elder Juntenen, is there a secret?” Braydon asked.
Elder Juntenen felt a pang of frustration as he looked at Braydon.
This kid just couldn’t feign ignorance—he had to be sharp all the time.
It left Elder Juntenen with no sense of accomplishment.
He waved his hand, and a protective barrier immediately enveloped the room.
“Braydon, there are things you might not know.
They happened a long time ago,” Elder Juntenen began.
“A thousand years ago, after the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain suppressed Benaiah, the Myriad Demon Mountain only symbolically asked for someone.
Do you know why?” “I don’t,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
Seeing Braydon’s curiosity, Elder Juntenen was motivated to continue.
“It was because a civil strife broke out in the Myriad Demon Mountain a thousand years ago, just as Benaiah was being suppressed,” he explained.
“His disciples and grand-disciples faced judgment.
Some were exiled, others suppressed.
The name Benaiah became taboo in the Myriad Demon Mountain.” Elder Juntenen sighed.
“We’re worried that if Benaiah returns directly to the Myriad Demon Mountain, his anger could spark tragedy.” Braydon nodded slowly, processing the explanation.
It was like a thief robbing a house and returning only to face the wrath of the homeowner.
The situation was precarious.
“Weren’t the other tenth level experts of the Myriad Demon Mountain able to stop it?” Braydon asked.
“They tried,” Elder Juntenen said, sighing again.
“But the other side struck while they were heading to the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain to retrieve their people.
The attack was so swift that the other tenth level experts couldn’t react in time.
“If Benaiah returns now, he’ll undoubtedly hide his identity.
For the sake of preserving orthodoxy, the Myriad Demon Mountain will minimize the conflict publicly, but tensions will remain.
That’s why we need you to uncover the secrets behind this.” “Elder Juntenen, how should I gather information?” Braydon asked, looking puzzled.
Elder Juntenen gave him an enigmatic smile.
“The Myriad Demon Sect, a faction directly under the Myriad Demon Mountain, will soon begin recruiting disciples.
This is your best chance.
Meanwhile, Scipio and I will keep Benaiah occupied.” “Elder Juntenen, there’s no need for so much trouble,” Braydon said with a smile.
As he spoke, a figure emerged from Braydon’s body.
Surrounded by immortal Qi, it resembled a banished immortal.
“I’ll have to trouble you with this matter,” Braydon said to the Dharma Idol, which looked exactly like him.
“Understood,” the banished immortal replied.
A burst of white light surrounded him, and his entire face transformed.
When the light dissipated, a handsome young master stood before them.
He was elegant and unrestrained, with a slender figure clad in a gray-black robe.
A white jade flute hung at his waist.
Despite the smile on his face, a cold, stern aura surrounded him, making him seem unapproachable.
“My name is Lige Guay,” the Dharma Idol declared.
“A disciple of a small sect, my sect was destroyed by an enemy, and after countless hardships, I became a disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect.” Elder Juntenen clicked his tongue in amazement.
“Braydon, I didn’t know you could pull off something like this.” “Elder Juntenen, please teleport Lige to the outskirts of the Myriad Demon Mountain,” Braydon said, smiling.
“This way, we’ll avoid drawing attention from the Tenth Level cultivators and still make it on time.” “Alright,” Elder Juntenen agreed.
Spiritual energy surged around him, and in an instant, the banished immortal disappeared.
“Let’s go.
We’ll deal with Benaiah first.” At the outskirts of the Myriad Demon Mountain… Steep peaks loomed everywhere, with few signs of life except for crows circling overhead.
When Braydon appeared, dressed in black and suppressing his aura, he immediately caught the attention of the ravenous crows.
“Hehehe!” The crows began circling above him, sensing an easy target.
Braydon tied his long hair back and glanced upward.
Seeing the crows, he smiled kindly, though the cold and sinister aura around him made it unsettling.
“The strongest among you is just a great celestial crow?
Not bad,” he murmured.
At his words, the crows, as if following an order, dove toward him.
Still smiling, Braydon raised the white jade flute to his lips.
The clear sound of the flute echoed, and the crows froze mid-flight.
The larger ones showed fear in their pitch-black eyes, trying to flee, but Braydon’s flute music grew louder.
The fleeing crows stiffened and obediently returned to the flock, circling above him.
Satisfied, Braydon glanced at the white jade flute.
“Too conspicuous,” he muttered.
He waved his hand, and the flute turned pitch black.
Inspecting the new appearance, he nodded.
“Better.” “You can go now,” Braydon told the crows, “but stay within 10,000 meters and be at my beck and call.” The crows scattered, except for the strongest one, which Braydon kept.
“What is this place?” Braydon asked the crow.
It cawed twice in response.
“Corpse Throwing Mountain… Makes sense.
No wonder there are so many birds here,” Braydon mused.
Patting the crow’s wing, he added with a smirk, “If you follow me, I promise you’ll starve nine times a day.
By next year, you’ll be all skin and bones.” The crow blinked, puzzled.
Starving nine times a day?
It sounded miserable.
But before it could react, Braydon set off in the direction it had pointed.
The crow hesitated for a moment, then flapped its wings and followed.