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“The Fire Spirit Vein of the Heavenly Dust Continent is located in Flame River. That Gongshu Pan had the fortune to destroy one of my avatars,” the Great Sacrificial Rite said, his eyes flashing with malice.

In his view, Gongshu Pan was naturally inferior to one of his avatars. He had suffered a significant loss in this endeavour.

“There’s one more hour until the three-day deadline. The opportunity the Supreme Lord mentioned, I am not sure when it will come, I should wait a bit longer.” Out of fear for the Supreme Lord, the Great Sacrificial Rite dared not recklessly enter the Eastern Region.

Luckily, the Supreme Lord had given him three avatars, which gave him a sense of security.

As long as the Supreme Lord did not take action, he was confident that he could destroy the Demon Sect.

“I hear that when someone from the Demon Sect dies, their Magical Weapon returns to Hidden Mountain,” he thought to himself.

“So, Gongshu Pan’s Black Flag should be on Hidden Mountain too, right?” With this thought, a smile appeared on his face again.

He intended to sever Gongshu Pan’s lineage.

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Meanwhile, Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei were searching for foreign races above level 75 in various places.

Upon receiving the promotion task, Lu Xun immediately began to tirelessly seek his target.

He was lucky to find a charming female of the foreign race at level 76, who was slightly injured.

“Miss, allow me to slay you,” Lu Xun said, leading Mao Nanbei in the charge against the foreign race.

With Mao Nanbei’s cooperation, Lu Xun successfully dealt enough damage to split the foreign race in half, completing the promotion task.

After completing the task, his attributes increased by 10%, and his progress was significant.

By now, Mao Nanbei could already feel that she might not be a match for her Little Junior Brother.

The thought of her agreement with Lu Xun made her feel that her little butt and cat tail were about to suffer.

After returning to the paper crane, Lu Xun opened the forum to look at recent real-time statuses.

After opening the forum, he was suddenly stunned.

“Master Gongshu…” Lu Xun was shocked, finding the news hard to accept.

He was well aware that if there were battles, the people around him would probably suffer casualties.

But everything happened too suddenly.

But such was the battlefield…

Lu Xun couldn’t help but think of Gongshu Pan’s serious face, and how when he and Mao Nanbei were in danger in the Lost Forest, Gongshu Pan came with the fury of the Demon Sect, pinned down Yin Tian, and told him:

“You hurt two of my uncles and stirred the rage of my Demon Sect. Your life… is not enough in return!”

Lu Xun closed the forum, his hands dangling weakly, his head bowed, his eyes somewhat gloomy.

“Great Sacrificial Rite…” Lu Xun clenched his fists, his heart filled with resolution.

The perceiving Mao Nanbei, who was lying on Lu Xun, asked, “Little Junior Brother, what’s wrong?”

Lu Xun shook his head and only said, “Fourth Sister, we have to return to the Sect first.”

The paper crane began to change its course, heading towards the Eastern Region. Since they were heading in different directions, Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei did not encounter the Great Sacrificial Rite on the border.

When they arrived at the Lead Peak, Mao Nanbei was surprised to find that the disciples of the Demon Sect were not wearing their usual black robes, but were all in plain white.

Upon landing at Lead Peak, Mao Nanbei wore a complex expression as she asked a patrolling disciple, “Why are you dressed like this?”

This disciple choked on his words, saying: “In response to Fourth Grand Aunt’s words, Master Gongshu…Master Gongshu-”

In an instant, Mao Nanbei’s cat ears drooped.

In the Demon Sect, she was notorious for being unruly, and because of her seniority, even Sect Master Shen Yan didn’t dare to do anything to her. Only Gongshu Pan, the Law Enforcement Elder, always pursued her with a stern face.

Of all Yan Li’s disciples, the one Mao Nanbei found most annoying was Gongshu Pan.

His face was cold, he rarely smiled, and he kept talking about rules all day long, which was particularly annoying.

Of course, the main reason was that she couldn’t defeat him or overthrow his arguments.

And because of the difference in their generations, Gongshu Pan, with his stone-like stern face, never fought back. He only used defensive techniques to resist.

Mao Nanbei sat on Lu Xun’s shoulder, her cat ears drooping, her face buried low, and she softly called, “Little Junior Brother.”

“Big Scary Face… is dead.”

She realised that she wouldn’t hear his nagging for the rest of her life.

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After returning to the Demon Sect, Lu Xun noticed that the back mountain had been sealed off.

Standing on the heights and looking at the back mountain, he noticed that everything on the back mountain seemed to have come to a standstill.

“Is the Supreme Lord doing something?” Lu Xun thought to himself.

Since they were still in the midst of war, many protocols were ignored. Gongshu Pan’s grave was erected on Hidden Mountain, and his Black Flag was placed on the other side of Hidden Mountain along with the Magical Weapons of his brothers and sisters.

The disciples who were in the Demon Sect gathered in front of the grave to mourn.

Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei stood in the front, but they didn’t see Sect Master Shen Yan.

In the past, whenever they returned to the Sect, Shen Yan was always the first to greet them, but this time, they didn’t see him.

Before too long, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei looked back and saw something that caused them to stop and stare.

They saw a familiar bald head, only today’s Shen Yan looked very different from usual.

On ordinary days, Shen Yan, despite being short and ugly, always wore the Demon Sect’s signature black robe, appearing dark and unsightly.

But today, Shen Yan was wearing a big red dress. The hem of the dress only reached his knees, revealing his stout, muscular legs.

He had even applied rouge to his ugly face, but his application was so poor that it was clear he had done it himself. The color was uneven, making him look like girls who were putting on makeup for the first time in television dramas.

Looking at him, Lu Xun suddenly remembered that before the Peak Masters left the mountain, they laughed and said to Shen Yan, “Sect Master, don’t forget our agreement.”

When Lu Xun had asked Shen Yan what the agreement was, Shen Yan stubbornly remained silent, his face expressing unutterable embarrassment.

Now he understood what the agreement was.

Shen Yan lifted his skirt, squeezing a seductive smile on his face, like a woman from a brothel.

But he was just too ugly, and being bald didn’t help either, so it was painful to the eyes.

This dress must have been chosen by one of the Peak Masters. It was somewhat tight, and Shen Yan looked uncomfortable in it.

The leader of an influential Sect, a pillar of the Cultivation World, was lifting his skirt and walking step by step in front of the disciples.

He swayed his hips and circled around in front of each person. It seemed that one of the terms of the agreement was—to let all the disciples in the Demon Sect see their Sect Master like this.

Those shameless elders were just as vulgar as ever.

After making a big round, Shen Yan walked in front of the tombstone, squeezed out a smile, and said hoarsely:

“Junior Brother Gongshu, your brother has come to fulfill his promise.”

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