socalfunplaces Chapter 1209 Elder "9"
Chapter 1209 Elder "9"
After getting the answer he wanted, the Great Emperor of Douling got up and took his leave.
He wouldn't have come here if it weren't for the need to eliminate the threat.
He turned back to look at the magnificent Xue family gate plaque, where the two characters, written in a flamboyant style, resembled blood-stained ropes binding a dragon.
"Zhang Quan, let's go." Emperor Douling sighed softly.
Zhang Quan slightly raised his head, his throat bobbing slightly, "Your Majesty, you've worked hard!"
Xue Ying of the Xue family, who is so favored by Xue Wen, must be no ordinary person. She must have ruthless methods to keep Xue Wen's attention.
The Great Emperor of Douling walked slowly through the night, the desolate night draping him in a tattered veil.
After seeing off Emperor Douling, Xue Wen went to the inner hall, found the white-robed youth, and told him everything about Emperor Douling.
"Ninth Elder, that's how it happened!"
The young man, known as the Ninth Elder, stretched and yawned.
"So it's Ye Nanxiao. I've heard that he's quite skilled and powerful, and he even severely injured my cheap master."
Xue Wen bowed respectfully and said, "I hope the Seventh Elder is safe and sound!"
The young man in white chuckled twice and glanced at Xue Wen.
"Are you truly alright?"
An inexplicable pressure suddenly fell on Xue Wen's shoulders, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
However, having served the white-robed youth for a long time, he had already figured out some of the taboos.
One reason the white-robed youth was called "Ninth Elder" was because of the former's request. Since the Holy Church only had eight elders, the white-robed youth's actions directly revealed his ambition.
Another reason is that the Seventh Elder of the Holy Church was severely injured by the Star Luo Empire during its operation, and has not shown his face since.
As time went on, the white-robed youth's ambition could no longer be suppressed.
I want to change the number "9" to the number "7".
Xue Wen complained bitterly, but had no choice but to follow the young man in white.
Otherwise, his investment would be wasted, and he would lose his life.
"Ye Nanxiao? He's just a greenhorn!"
"I'll use the White Lotus technique to subdue him and make him my foot slave!"
Hearing the white-robed youth's words, Xue Wen had no doubts.
"The Xue family will do everything in its power to help the Ninth Elder!" A fanatical glint appeared in Xue Wen's eyes.
At the same time, a white lotus pattern faintly appears.
The young man in white robes was satisfied with Xue Wen's attitude. He moved slightly, then thought of something and said, "Call my foot slave over and give me Ye Nanxiao's information."
Although he knew of Ye Nanxiao's existence, that was all he knew.
Xue Wen took out a stack of books and documents from his pocket and respectfully handed them to the young man in white robes.
"Ninth Elder, while you were in seclusion studying the White Lotus Seal, I had already ordered people to collect the information."
After submitting the documents, Xue Wen took out a communication soul tool and issued an order.
Before long, two handsome and slender young men walked in, followed by two alluring women with a worldly air about them.
Four people came to the white-robed youth's side.
The young man in the white robe had a sickly flush on his face, and his slender, woman-like fingers gently brushed over the photo of Ye Nanxiao that was attached to the document.
Let's begin!
The two men and two women immediately began to remove their excess clothing, leaving only something like bandages to cover their vital parts. Then, the two handsome men slowly knelt down, their faces flushed with desire, and kissed the thigh of the man in the white robe.
Meanwhile, the two alluring women began to cling to the white-robed youth's feet, their mouths moving incessantly.
"Such a beautiful person! She should be my foot slave!"
The white-robed youth's voice was accompanied by faint groans, and the white lotus symbol in his eyes grew even brighter.
Xue Wen was already used to this scene. Looking at the young man enjoying himself, he asked, "Ninth Elder, I heard that Fifth Elder's injuries were caused by Ye Nanxiao!"
The young man in white glanced at Xue Wen, but he didn't ask where the latter got the information, because he knew that the old man would definitely send someone to keep an eye on him since he was sent here on a mission.
At the same time, although Xue Wen was struck by his White Lotus Seal, he did not choose to enslave Xue Wen in order to ensure cooperation.
After all, he needed a servant who could think rationally, not a slave who could be driven and commanded at will.
It's so troublesome to handle so many things personally.
He came to Lingdou City to enjoy himself.
"You're quite well-informed. But those old geezers, while they're not dead, have recovered quite a bit from their injuries. Perhaps they'll rush over to Lingdou City after hearing about Ye Nanxiao."
As he spoke of this, the young man in white robes flicked his finger and conjured a white lotus flower, which he then projected into the sky.
The white lotus flower, like a small shooting star, hurtled into the distance.
"Let those old fogies come and see how Ye Nanxiao, who beat them half to death back then, fell into my hands! What a pure and powerful physical body he possesses!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Xue Wen shifted his feet slightly, turning his body to the side, trying to avoid the piercing scream.
Among the foot slaves enslaved by the white-robed youth, one of the men began to convulse and foam at the mouth, but his expression remained one of satisfaction, with his tongue slightly sticking out, like a contented little dog.
Upon seeing this, the young man in the white robe laughed even louder.
"Excellent! You are very perceptive! You deserve the blessing of the White Lotus Mother!"
"I will bless you!"
"Get out, all of you!"
Upon hearing the white-robed youth speak, the remaining handsome man and two women could only suppress their envy and reluctantly follow Xue Wen out.
Xue Wen knew very well what the "ritual" the young man in the white robe was referring to.
He had to leave quickly.
Some things that appear sacred are actually filthy in nature.
After Xue Wen left, the sound of bones grinding could be heard in the inner hall.
The white lotus rising into the sky startled the mice hiding in a corner.
"Ah, my good disciple has brought news about Ye Nanxiao!"
A hoarse, weak voice rang out, the owner of which seemed like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Hmm? You want to take revenge?"
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"Mask, don't you want it?"
"Tianwu, you should focus on recovering from your injuries."
Upon hearing this, Tianwu Douluo suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the equally weak old man in front of him.
"Are you scared?!"
Masked Douluo sighed, lifted his clothes, and revealed his body covered with dark scars.
If you look closely, you can see that the dark scar is actually frost that exudes a faint chill.
"Since that battle, my strength has plummeted by more than half. Unless this frost is removed, I am destined never to regain my former power!"
"But, can you and I still defeat Ye Nanxiao now?"
After the battle of Xingluo, several elders of the Holy Spirit Cult who were seriously injured by Ye Nanxiao found a secluded place to begin healing.
To their surprise, the injuries Ye Nanxiao inflicted on them were not only difficult to treat, but also carried a strange power that suppressed the power within their bodies.
This has prevented Masked Douluo and Heavenly Centipede Douluo from fully recovering from their injuries to this day, as they are unable to completely dispel the frost clinging to their bodies.
The inability to recover their strength is fatal for Holy Spirit Cult elders like Heavenly Centipede Douluo and Masked Douluo, who need to absorb energy.
Unable to receive energy feedback, they can only slowly lose their strength and age.
This is also why Tianwu Douluo looks like an old man.
"How long have I been sitting here in vain! I would rather die in battle than wither away like this!" Tianwu Douluo said bitterly.
Beneath the masked Douluo's droopy eyelids, a fierce killing intent flashed.
Having suffered greatly, he naturally wanted to find Ye Nanxiao to avenge himself.
"Very well! I will use this crippled body to send Ye Nanxiao on his way!"
The two elders of the Holy Spirit Cult found the Nether Thunder Douluo, who was in seclusion in the outer sect, and told him their decision.
Without a word, Nether Thunder Douluo said, "Let's go! To Spirit Battle City!"
His grand plan for the Holy Church was ruined, and he hated Ye Nanxiao to the core!
He couldn't eat or sleep properly every day. Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of that sword light that traversed the sky in Xingluo City would appear in his mind!
As a result, the Thunder God Douluo was stuck in the process of honing his sword intent, and even felt that he was regressing.
All of this stemmed from Ye Nanxiao developing a mental demon towards him!
If you don't get rid of your inner demons, it will be difficult to make any progress in your cultivation!
The three old demons immediately set off, heading straight for Lingdou City with surging killing intent.
Meanwhile, Lingdou City remained peaceful and serene.
Wu Tong, Lei Zheng, led the secret passage from the bedroom all the way to the outskirts.
In the jungle at the exit, he surveyed his surroundings, then took out a whistle and blew out the song of a nightingale.
Before long, two shadowy figures flew out of the forest and landed in front of Lei Zheng. The figure on the left took out a strange little statue.
Upon seeing the statue, Lei Zheng immediately knelt on one knee and spoke respectfully.
"Lei Zheng greets Your Highness!"
Seeing the token is like seeing the person in person!
The person Lei Zheng was secretly meeting at this moment was actually a king or noble!
"How did things go?" the figure on the right asked.
"Your Highness, I have successfully joined Ye Nanxiao's ranks! I still need some time to gain Ye Nanxiao's basic trust!"
"Very good! You did a good job!" The figure on the right seemed to represent the king hiding behind the scenes.
"I need you to climb the ranks! To find out some of Ye Nanxiao and Xu Sanshi's big goals!"
"At that time, I will send an elder to assist you!"
Lei Zheng prostrated himself on the ground to express his gratitude and respectfully saw the two messengers of the princes off.
He remained lying on the ground for a full quarter of an hour before slowly releasing his senses.
In his perception, there was no longer any human presence.
Only then did he slowly get up and casually brush the dust off his clothes.
"When you and Ye Nanxiao fight to the bitter end, I will be the one laughing last!"
Lei lowered his voice and looked around as he spoke.
He, who straddles the line between two forces, is the true double agent.
His next action was to relay the news of "the King" to Ye Nanxiao via a messenger. (End of Chapter)