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Chapter 853: 854 The Cultivation of a Drama King
Chapter 853: Chapter 854 The Cultivation of a Drama King
In the graveyard, blood sprayed, limbs and body parts littered the ground, and the cries of agony abruptly ceased.
Activated by the command, the Flesh War Chariot seemed to come alive, frenziedly charging as if possessed by a demon, repeatedly rolling over the graveyard and crushing every living being into pieces.
At the same time, all kinds of broken bodies were absorbed by it, arms, thighs, fingers, eyeballs, all melded into the body of the chariot, with Blood Qi surging, indescribably horrific.
This continued for several breaths before calming down, and Li Xiaobai could clearly feel that the chariot’s power had increased, its speed now several notches faster than that of the Lamborghini he had purchased with Spirit Stones.
“Awesome!”
Li Xiaobai exhaled a breath of foul air, a feeling of elation and triumph washing over him. It was precisely this crushing sensation that felt so thrilling, so dominating!
In the void, a scarlet light flickered, and the Sin Value above his head climbed again, Sin Value: 200,000!
The leaderboard materialized, and the ranking on the List of Villains changed once again.
List of Villains.
3,000th place: Ying Diao, 10 million Sin Value.
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9,000th place: Li Xiaobai of Villian’s Guild, 180,000 Sin Value.
…
His rank had risen by several hundred, still in the tail-end category.
However, Sect Master Ying Diao had directly ascended to the top of the leaderboard, and the ranking continued to change, with the string of numbers behind his name steadily climbing.
Clearly, he had begun the refinement of the cultivators suppressed in the Little Secret Realm. In just a few days, he had already accumulated 10 million Sin Value. It was hard to imagine to what terrifying extent his Sin Value would reach once he refined the entire small world.
“Sect Master must have a nominal position in the Enforcement Team, right?”
Li Xiaobai suddenly thought. If not, would the Helmsman of the Enforcement Team come to kill him?
“No, this is a negative example. I have to be vigilant, hurry to the Enforcement Team for the assessment, and after registering, there should be no more problems.”
“Flesh Egg Strike, Charge!”
The Flesh War Chariot turned into a golden streak of light and vanished in an instant.
Half an hour later.
Atop the Second Peak.
A mass of dark clouds bore down, and several Elders arrived together.
“Elder Eight, are you sure it was Ying Diao who did this?”
The lead Elder in black robes asked.
“Sect Master, from the Little Ghost Secret Realm, only that Li Xiaobai and Ying Diao returned. The other sect cultivators are all missing, and even the Little Ghost Secret Realm has disappeared. I’ve carefully inspected the nearby area and found signs of freshly turned soil. That Galaxy Sword has been taken by someone!”
“Initially, it was Ying Diao who provided that sword. Its mysterious disappearance is certainly connected to him. Even if he didn’t do it himself, he must know something!”
The Elder named Elder Eight nodded in agreement.
“First, let’s capture and interrogate that cultivator named Li Xiaobai, and then we’ll go meet Ying Diao.”
The Elder in black spoke indifferently.
“That’s a good idea. Information from a soul search is more reliable, saving us from wasting words with that crafty old Ying Diao!”
The Elder nodded, heading straight for Second Peak. Currently, Ying Diao was in seclusion; they entered unopposed and descended near the outhouse at Second Peak.
The Sword Sect Disciples below were on high alert, following closely and watching from a distance the impending tragedy on Second Peak.
“That Elder in black seems to be the Blade Sect’s Sect Master. I’ve seen him every year at the sect’s grand ceremonies!”
“Yes, and it’s likely that all those with him are Elders of the Blade Sect, right?”
“I heard that this time’s controversy in the Little Ghost Secret Realm was a contest between Blade Sect Disciples and Disciples from all the major sects. They must have come now because they discovered that their cultivators mysteriously vanished and have come to seek justice!”
“Then why don’t they go directly to the Sect Master? Why head to Second Peak?”
“Are you all daft? The Sect Master is a Semi-Saint level powerhouse, comparable in cultivation level to the Blade Sect’s Sect Master. If they really fought, it would be bad for both parties. Isn’t it more convenient and quicker to just find that Li Xiaobai?”
“Yes, we have finally reached this day,” I knew that guy’s death-seeking nature would sooner or later lead to his demise at the hands of the Great Sect, but why didn’t the Sect Master show up?”
“A few days ago, the Sect Master announced his retreat,” Leaving the Sword Sect vulnerable to the Blade Sect’s powerful invasion isn’t a solution. We must hurry and notify the Sect Master so that he can come forth!”
The disciples were in complete disarray, many headed straight for the First Peak, hoping to persuade Ying Diao to end his retreat.
Atop the Second Peak.
Several aged men were brimming with killing intent, so much so that the disciples shrank into a corner of the bathhouse, too terrified to show themselves.
Passing by a graveyard, a pause seized the black-robed Elder’s steps; a glint burst forth from his eyes, staring intently at the central burial mound.
A cerulean-tinted precious blade was thrust into the mound, from which the sound of trickling water could faintly be heard.
“This is Ye Yidao’s Water Breaker!”
“Damn it, who constructed this grave for him!”
“And these several graves here belong to my Blade Sect disciples as well, and there are even graves of Sword Sect disciples there—all of them cultivators who went into the Little Secret Realm. Could it be that they are all dead?”
“Daring to kill my Blade Sect disciples, seeking death!”
With one step, the black-robed Elder shattered the mound to reveal nothing inside; the other graves revealed the same empty scene.
“What’s going on, why are the graves empty?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
“Is this someone’s sick joke, or did Ying Diao foresee my arrival and deliberately set up this graveyard to provoke me?”
“I’ll fetch someone to ask.”
One of the Blade Sect Elders materialized a disciple out of thin air, and with an ominous tone, demanded, “Speak, where is the person in charge here?”
“In… Inside the Scripture Pavilion…”
Shivering, the disciple spoke; with Li Xiaobai often away from the Second Peak these days, Elder Tianwu and Chen Yuan were left to manage all the major and minor matters. Instinctively, he thought of them.
“The Scripture Pavilion, let’s go!”
Several figures made their way towards the Scripture Pavilion, deeming these disciples unworthy to be slain by their hands, as it would taint their merits.
Minutes later, outside the Scripture Pavilion.
The black-robed Elder strolled in with his hands clasped behind him, just as a raggedy old beggar clutching a scripture happened to be walking out. They bumped into each other face to face.
“Speak, where is Li Xiaobai!”
The black-robed Elder narrowed his eyes at the man before him, but the next moment he was stunned. Not only was he frozen with shock, but so were the Elders beside him.
“You… You’re Xiao Lao Di!”
“Indeed, recognizing me shows you’ve got a keen eye,”
The old beggar nodded, his gaze as unfathomable as an ancient well, casually closing the scripture he held which blatantly displayed the title on its inner page: The Self-Cultivation of a Drama King!
“No… It can’t be, how could Xiao Lao Di possibly be here in the Sword Sect, what on earth is going on?”
The Elder’s pupils constricted as a chill swept through him, sending shivers down his spine.
“Nothing’s impossible. This place has something I need, Ying Diao’s journey here was merely taking care of something on my behalf. I hope this matter will be dropped. From now on, let’s not bring it up again, understand?”
The old beggar spoke indifferently, a mysterious aura briefly flickered across his withered face, shrouding his entire being in an illusionary mist.
“Retreat!”
“Quickly retreat!”
“Order the Blade Sect cultivators stationed outside to pull out. Xiao Lao Di is in the Sword Sect!”
The black-robed Elder bellowed, Immortal Yuan coursing wildly through him as he sped away with his companions, speeding past many astonished onlooking disciples and vanished from the Sword Sect in the blink of an eye.
The old beggar remained with his hands clasped behind him, sporting a confident smile, “The ancients did not deceive me, the method of cultivating a Drama King has succeeded!”
Meanwhile, at the First Peak, Ying Diao reinserted the Galaxy Sword into the star map located between his eyebrows, exhaling a breath of turbid air.
“It seems that this Xiao Lao Di is indeed myself, no doubt,”
“As this senior prefers to walk the world hidden, this Sect Master will play along. I believe my Sword Sect will gain much of his goodwill henceforth.”