Outside the military camp of nearly five thousand people, the evening essence of Biyang had quietly taken the stage.
Seven disciples from Qing City Sword Sect had long changed into black Night Traveler’s Clothes, and were now crouched in a grove outside the camp, watching intently.
"Senior brother, there are so many people in the camp, there are only seven of us, can we do it?"
"Fool! Senior Chief Li Moxian of the Town Martial Office suppressed the Great Sui martial path alone in seven days! Now with seven of us, suppressing these mere four or five thousand people, is it still a problem?"
The six junior brothers felt that the senior brother’s reasoning was sound.
"But...senior brother, I’m still afraid!"
"Afraid of what? Who is this all for?"
At this moment, the image of their senior sister Lin Mengbai’s graceful figure floated into the minds of the junior brothers.
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Although Senior Sister had already become a married woman, the thought of her being married inexplicably made the junior brothers even more excited.
If Zhang San really took down King of Shu Yang Ling, perhaps even cut him down, wouldn’t Senior Sister become a widow.
For some reason, the thought of their Senior Sister becoming a widow made the junior brothers even more excited.
"After all, if King of Shu Yang Ling’s rebellion succeeds, Senior Sister will be the Empress! Our Qing City Sword Sect can also gain many benefits! Do you... understand what I mean?"
The six junior brothers sitting nearby nodded repeatedly.
Though the senior brother sensed their expressions seemed off, watching them nod so earnestly assured him they understood his meaning.
"So, this assassination attempt on Zhang San must! Absolutely! Succeed!"
The six junior brothers followed suit and nodded firmly alongside the senior brother.
"Must! Absolutely! Succeed!"
At this moment, the senior brother had already envisioned his sword pointing at Zhang San, who was kneeling and begging for mercy.
Meanwhile, in the hearts of the six junior brothers, there appeared the scene of Senior Sister wearing a phoenix crown and robes like a queen, in all her grandeur, her stately gown suddenly splitting open at the side and a button on her dignified collar unexpectedly popping off.
The senior brother had no idea why, after having secretly contacted so many disciples from Qing City Sword Sect, only these six were willing to join him.
But he believed that with his wise leadership, coupled with the junior brothers’ affection for Senior Sister, they would certainly infiltrate the camp and take out Zhang San!
Meanwhile, in another direction, three martial artists who had drunk a bit too much were hugging each other while lamenting their fate, unable to be with the goddess they loved; lamenting the tides of fortune with, "Thirty years East River, thirty years West River, don’t scorn the poor young!"
"Am I not capable? Am I not capable? I’m promising! The lower I start when young, the greater the rebound in the future! Why can’t her father see me? I’m a True Core Realm martial artist after all! Her father, a mere Spiritual Platform Realm, just one large realm higher than me, can look down on me ? He even said to keep away from his family in the future, and if he sees me, he’ll hit me every time! At the end, he even threw a gold leaf on the ground telling me to scram! Absurd!"
"Brother, a man should have his own ideas! He says don’t go, so we won’t go? Let’s go! We’ll go with you!"
The young man who spoke earlier waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "No! After all, I took his gold leaf, and as a man, I must keep my word."
At this moment, the young man who hadn’t spoken raised his small wine jar and drank it all in one gulp.
Tears and strong liquor flowed down.
"It hurts! It really hurts! I just like her, purely like her. Why does she want me to scram? Why! I’ve reached Spiritual Platform, do I not have the right to like her?"
These three young men were strangers to each other initially, but because they all faced relationship issues, they started drinking in the tavern since noon and got acquainted there.
Now, they walked out of the tavern and expressed their grievances as they walked.
The other two hearing that the Spiritual Platform Realm brother was treated this way for liking someone, felt deeply saddened.
"Brother, you’re so amazing, how can she look down on you!"
"Exactly! You’ve even reached Spiritual Platform, why would she look down on you?"
The young man who had been drinking explained awkwardly, "I didn’t reach the Spiritual Platform Realm; I bought a concubine and named her Spiritual Platform."
The two brothers beside him were momentarily speechless, but as drinking buddies, they still needed to comfort him.
"Ultimately, it’s because we remain insignificant figures in Sword South Path. If we were renowned like Zhang San of the Town Martial Office, not even at Purple Mansion Realm yet, becoming the Deputy Chief of the Town Martial Office! That’s because of fame!"
Upon hearing this, the other two also recalled something.
"Speaking of which, there’s a rumor lately that King of Shu Yang Ling intends to rebel, and Zhang San is here to suppress it. Many young martial artists from various forces are restless, eager to meet this Zhang San, who just reached Spiritual Platform Realm, to make a name for themselves."
"Sadly, we three don’t know Zhang San’s whereabouts. If we did and encountered him, we would ensure he comes with no... Wait!?"
At this moment, the three drunkards looked towards the distant military camp, seeing the flags there, and instantly sobered up a bit.
"Do you think Heaven is giving us a chance? A chance to make a name for ourselves and prove ourselves?"
With their minds not entirely clear from the drink, their eyes met, and they immediately searched the vicinity for some civilian household to steal a few sets of black clothes as Night Traveler’s Clothes, pondering how to blend into the camp under the cover of darkness to begin their path to fame!
And now, as the setting sun descended, Biyang’s essence cast over the open ground outside the camp.
Two figures, one black and one white, appeared and landed in the middle of the clearing.
"Yes, right around here."
"I’m not certain, don’t ask me!"
"I know you’re anxious! Don’t be so anxious! Let me observe first."
The next moment, the person in white lifted a hand, gathering a bit of Qi into a faint light that spread out in all directions.
"Very faint, very faint, but indeed traces of a deceased Red Dust Immortal’s aura. If there’s no secret realm nearby hiding the revenant of a Red Dust Immortal, then the other party must have used some special rune array to conceal the Red Divine Immortal’s revenant. And he might have absorbed some of the aura from contacting the Red Dust Immortal’s revenant."
"Can you identify who this person is?"
"Not yet, the aura is too thin, but it’s certain they traveled from the Capital Region Road to this place."
"Then wait. Once the other party makes a move, we can sense the Red Dust Immortal’s aura through his Qi. This way, we can identify him!"
At this moment, the two, clad in black and white, gazed at the large camp ahead.
In the next instant, the two figures vanished as if they had never appeared.