In the Huanmo Sect’s Imperial Capital branch, in the pitch-black space, one could faintly hear the distinct sound of wooden blocks clashing above.
The face of the bl**d Refinement Hall Master, half-covered by a mask, was present along with representatives from various halls and high-ranking officials from the main sect. Each one had a ceramic cup beside them, the hot water swirling with goji berries.
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master paused, cleared their throat, and said:
“Colleagues and leaders, today I’m here to report on the operational status of our branch. Your guidance and suggestions are most welcome.”
“First of all, the sales of the Tianzun-brand instant noodles have surged recently, but their reputation in the Imperial Capital has surprisingly dropped. Furthermore, one production workshop was destroyed by Da Yu’s seventh realm, Lord Qian, resulting in significant losses…”
“So the court has started a strict investigation on Tianzun-brand?”
A robust black shadow with crossed arms interjected in a surprisingly delicate female voice:
“I advised against mixing divine power into the noodles from the very start. Now look, we’re under investigation by the court, and missing the strength of common beings! I wonder who’s going to make that up for us.”
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master snorted disdainfully: “Yin Yang Hall Master, please spare us the sarcasm. The sluggish sales of Tianzun-brand noodles aren’t due to divine power dispersal.”
“Then what is it due to?”
“It seems some merchant has copied them poorly, producing counterfeit shoddy products, which has led to a flood of fakes on the market. Many people are buying noodles that aren’t even the real deal!”
The moment the bl**d Refinement Hall Master finished speaking, there was an uproar among the sect members.
“Those heartless merchants in the Imperial Capital have no manners at all!”
“Broad daylight, under the open sky—this is lawlessness! Isn’t anyone going to do something? Is the court just eating free meals?”
“Disgusting! According to Da Yu’s commercial law article 130, this is serious infringement! They could get a maximum of ten years in prison!”
“What kind of class dares to mess with our Huanmo Sect?!”
The demonic leaders were livid, their anger palpable.
In the end, they decided to secretly investigate the matter and capture the culprits.
Next, the bl**d Refinement Hall Master reported on other business.
“Due to the hit to noodle sales, our branch’s financial situation has become worrying. To boost income, I placed a large bet at the Qianjin Gambling House.”
“The bad news is, I lost.”
“The good news is, the Qianjin Gambling House has already gone bankrupt, so I don’t have to pay back anything.”
“Regarding infiltration at the Qianlong Conference, progress is steady. The Yin Yang Hall envoy has successfully borrowed the identity of Qu Songyun and mingled into the competition…”
Upon hearing this, the demonic heads straightened in their seats.
Regardless of everything else, not many cared about the bl**d Refinement Hall, but an infiltration at the Qianlong Conference was directly related to the bl**d God.
Every ancestor was the foundation of the Huanmo Sect.
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master took a sip of the goji berry tea and cleared their throat, ready to continue.
Smack—
The big door suddenly burst open with an astounding force.
The entering disciple was momentarily stunned, scratching their head: “Where is everyone?”
“Don’t you folks at the bl**d Refinement Hall know to knock first before barging in?” The Yin Yang Hall Master’s form materialized again.
“Good thing! I thought government troops busted in!”
Luo Yexian crawled out from under the table.
“What a fuss!”
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master wiped the spilled hot water off their pants, annoyed: “You’d better have something good to say, or I’ll use you for alchemy!”
“The results of the Qianlong Conference are out!” the disciple panted.
“What’s so shocking about that?!”
“Isn’t Jiang Yu always first? He’s a True Dragon body with an Imperial Sword Bone, still in the Imperial Capital. With someone pulling strings, even a fifth realm competitor would struggle!”
“Jiang Yu lost!”
“Really? I thought…”
Suddenly, the members of the demonic sect froze, realizing they hadn’t misheard: It wasn’t that Jiang Yu won; it was that he lost. The room fell into an eerie silence.
Tan Zhuyin clenched their fists and asked: “Who beat him, was it Ying Bing?”
“It was Bing Bing… uh, Cold Fairy…”
“If it’s her, that wouldn’t be impossible…”
“The one with a crush on him, Li Mo.”
“Can you please spit it out in one go!”
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master felt embarrassed with an urge to slap the other.
“Li Mo? How is that even possible?”
“He’s using a sword!”
The members of the demonic sect didn’t regard Li Mo highly, after all, the God Hammer Little Overlord’s golden standard was there for all to see; even Han Zhen kept silent.
They simply looked down on Li Mo’s swordsmanship.
“Absolutely true! I have proof from the Shiny Illusion Wall!”
The disciple spoke, pulling out a crystal wall, and after infusing it with true essence, an image appeared.
“I was the first to go down. I lost.”
The image showed Li Mo lying in Ying Bing’s arms, with dog food flying everywhere, and the audience fell into silence.
Now, there was a hush over the Huanmo Sect branch as well.
“He really defeated Jiang Yu? Did he suffocate him with his body?”
“I swear I’ll refine you!”
“Calm down, Hall Master, I messed up…”
The disciple fiddled with the controls until the image normalized.
As they watched the sea of swords soaring, shaking the Eight Desolation and Six Harmony Seal, the members of the demonic sect remained silent for a long time.
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master and the Yin Yang Hall Master gazed intently at Li Mo’s figure.
After the meeting concluded, both gradually rose.
Not long after, they found themselves in a teahouse on the same street as Biyun Tower.
A woman had already drained three cups of tea while waiting, and it was Qu Songyun, who had lost to Jiang Yu today.
Having participated in the entire Qianlong Conference, she showed no signs of fatigue.
“Greetings, esteemed Hall Masters.”
“Did you witness Li Mo’s sword techniques today?” the bl**d Refinement Hall Master asked directly.
“Lord bl**d God informed me that it’s neither a technique nor swordplay.”
Qu Songyun shook her head.
“What kind of martial arts can draw on the strength of common beings…” the Yin Yang Hall Master mumbled.
The bl**d Refinement Hall Master frowned: “It’s labeled as swordplay, but I detected traces of other martial arts within it; it’s clearly showcasing the Divine Sword of the Celestials.”
“However, even the self-views left by our fore-deities can merely absorb the strength of beings, not manipulate it as one would their own limbs.”
“Even if he practiced divine skills, it wouldn’t…”
At this moment, although Qu Songyun didn’t speak, a voice suddenly rang out:
“The extraordinary is not the martial arts; it is him.”
“Passing through the dragon gate, prepare for the emergence of the City of Divine Beings.”
Both were struck dumb, realizing that it was the bl**d God directly communicating with them, rather than the usual divine edicts.
Did this signify that the bl**d God wasn’t just planning to send someone to the City of Divine Beings, but intended to personally descend?
