Before, he had not felt like this about the sect’s flying ship, he had always thought that such a huge flying ship was thoroughly equipped and something to be proud of. However, compared with the exquisitely luxurious Crystal Palace, it suddenly seemed very humble and crude.
Mo Tianliao smiled and asked Master to go in. The big tiger stared blankly for a moment, then quickly followed him.
Xuanji also wanted to follow them, but he was stopped by Mo Tianliao. “Shishu, there are still a bunch of disciples on the flying ship, someone surely must keep an eye on them?”
Turning to look at the other disciples on the flying ship, Xuanji’s face became even more depressed.
“Shishu, come on.” A somewhat unsophisticated voice came from behind, Xuanji turned and saw the gigantic Mo Xiong waving at him.
As Bai Luo had decided not to go, he had given his token to Mo Xiong, and Mo Xiong, who loved to adventure everywhere, had readily agreed. But Xuanji did not want to accompany Mo Xiong at all.
“Second-Shishu, what is with this Crystal Palace?”
“Second-shishu, does the Mo Palace have demonic bees? I’ve heard that demonic honey is super tasty! ”
Xuanji clutched the twine in his hand, and looked at Mo Xiong’s plush lips. He was dumb and loved to talk, Xuanji really wanted to tie his big mouth shut.
Yun Yuan was sitting at the front of the ship and looking at the Crystal Palace flying in front of them. Given her eyesight, she could clearly see the situation inside. The big tiger was lying down in the hall on the first floor, because the floor was transparent, he was a little afraid, so he shrank into himself on the carpet and did not dare to move. Qingtong lay on the couch, barefoot, and buried his feet in the tiger’s fluffy fur.
Mo Tianliao brought tea and said something in Qingtong’s ear. Then, with a wave of Qingtong’s hand, the walls of the Crystal Palace turned jade-white, and she could no longer see the slightest bit of the inside.
Such a beautiful Crystal Palace, if she could stay inside even just for one night, she would have no regrets in this life. Yun Yuan looked at Yun Song who was beside her and said, “Shixiong, did you tell Tianlang Zhenren what the Sect Leader asked you to mention?”
Yun Song glanced at his shimei. “Of course I did.”
“What did he say?” Yun Yuan gazed at her shixiong with burning eyes. The Sect Leader had asked Yun Song to think of some way to bring up the matter of marrying Yun Yuan to Qingtong once more.
But what Yun Yuan did not know, was that the Sect Leader of Qingyun Sect had said that even if Qingtong was impossible, Xuanji would be fine. If worst came to worst, they could just marry her off to Tianlang.
“He said that Qingtong already has a lover.” Yun Song took the wine gourd hanging from around his waist and took a sip. “And that if you are in such a hurry to get married, to just marry him.”
When Yun Yuan heard this, she immediately blushed and broke the railing on the deck with a slap. “That beast!”
Tianlang that bearded old codger, he wanted to marry her?
“I told you earlier, you shouldn’t believe that the Woyun Sect is perfect,” Yun Song deliberately fanned the flames. This shimei of his constantly defended Qingtong, which made his life very difficult. If he took the chance to flip her loyalty now, then if they were to have a confrontation with the Woyun Sect at the Mo Palace, it would be one less obstacle.
Elsewhere, on the Liuyun Sect’s ship.
Because Liu Bi was the only Elder, few people approached her, only her own closest disciple was with her.
“Master, the Sect Leader asked you to interrogate Qingtong Zhenren about how Ding shibo got hurt. Why didn’t you?” The disciple was very worried, Ding Hu was still unconscious and the Sect Leader could not help him. If he were to remain in a coma, Liuyun Sect would lose a master craftsman, it would be a tremendous blow to their sect.
“Silly child.” Liu Bi covered her mouth with a handkerchief. “How does Lord Duantian compare to Ding Hu?”
“Lord Duantian’s crafting skills were higher, of course,” The disciple said without hesitation.
As a matter of fact, Duantian’s talent had never been surpassed. Ding Hu was a master craftsman, and he was also called a genius in his youth, but Duantian was simply not an ordinary craftsman. His free way of thinking and his eclectic way of crafting would always produce fantastic things. It could be said that he was not a master craftsman, but rather someone who had reached the pinnacle of perfection and become a Crafting Sage.
“So, do you think that we won’t be able to find a good spiritual treasure when we get to Duantian’s Mo Palace?” Liu Bi’s sharp eyes curved in a smile.
The disciple was stunned; all of a sudden, he felt enlightened. They always tried to curry favour with Ding Hu, hoping that one day he would be in a good enough mood to make them a powerful spiritual weapon. But if they could get one at Duantian’s Mo Palace, why would they bother with Ding Hu again?
For most cultivators, one spiritual weapon was enough for a lifetime.
People who had three spiritual weapons at the same time, like Lord Shi Di, just had too much money.
Mo Tianliao stood on the top floor of the Crystal Palace, looking at the mountains and rivers below, soon they would arrive at the Mo Palace. Suddenly, he felt somewhat anxious at being so close to home.
It had been built by him. He had gone from a poor little craftsman to the most respected person of the Demonic Path. That place had also changed from a humble workroom into a huge palace. For Mo Tianliao, it was his real home.
Feeling the hem of his clothes being gently pulled, Mo Tianliao looked back and saw the barefoot Qingtong on the rocking chair grabbing his clothes with his toes, the pale jade-like toes were rounded and slightly pinkish. Qingtong made his clothes shake while acting as if he was doing nothing of the sort.
Mo Tianliao smiled and reached for a foot. “What’s wrong?”
“Humph!” Qingtong retracted his feet and ignored him.
“Master called you twice,” Meng Hu looked up and said, he was squatting nearby while eating some meat, then he bowed his head and continued eating.
Mo Tianliao’s lips twitched into a gentle smile, he walked over and sat down beside Qingtong, holding a slender hand and playing with it. “I was just thinking, once we get home, should we take a bath or sleep first?”
“We should eat cold spring fish,” Qingtong took his hand away, stared him in the eyes and said.
“Cold spring fish, I don’t know whether they’re still alive.” Mo Tianliao sighed. Cold spring fish were extremely difficult to keep, they needed good icy spring water without any impurities.
The icy spring in the Mo Palace had not been taken care of for many years, he rather feared that those delicate fish had had a very sad end.
“Go home?” Meng Hu’s ears twitched. “Master, what home are you going back to?”
Qingtong glanced at his stupid disciple and ignored him.
“It is Master’s and my home. This time I will take shixiong to see it,” Mo Tianliao said in a very rare magnanimous mood, he raised his hand and rubbed Meng Hu’s head.
“How many times do I have to tell you?! Don’t touch my head!”
After an uneventful journey, they arrived at Duantian’s Mo Palace. The people from the ten major demonic sects had already gathered in front of the entrance.
Duantian’s Mo Palace stood in a large mountain range. Because Duantian’s fire was buried under the mountains, most of the springs there were hot springs. It was currently the middle of winter, when the steam of the hot springs met the cold wind it rose swiftly, turning into a haze that curled over the mountains.
Looking down from mid-air, one could see the damaged mountain and collapsed building, all stained black with old blood. During the attack, someone had turned off the Great Mountain Guarding Array inside, but they had not known that under the large array there were countless small arrays. Moreover, Duantian’s Great Mountain Guarding Array was too complex and huge, even though a corner of it had collapsed, the rest of it had still killed countless cultivators.
Blood had flowed into a river, and the mountain had been dyed red.
As the disciples of the three major sects stood in the air and looked at the scene below, they could not help feeling frightened.
During these three hundred years, in order to prevent too many deaths and injuries, the three major righteous sects and the ten major demonic sects had joined forces in order to set up a barrier. They had come here this time because Ding Ziyu of Liuyun Sect had said that he had a thorough understanding of the Great Mountain Guarding Array and had drawn a map of the Mo Palace, they felt prepared enough for an exploration. However, Ding Ziyu was dead, if it turned out that there was something wrong with his map, they would have no one to complain to.
Yet, to cultivate was to rebel against heaven; the temperament of someone who could manage to form a Golden Core would not be weak, they would not be the kind of person who would think of retreating when in the face of danger.
The flying ships landed; the people of the demonic sects were already in place.
Because the barrier had been jointly erected, it had to be opened by the Elders of all sects together, this was also to prevent one of them from secretly coming to plunder the treasure.
The people from the demonic sects were wearing darker clothes and looked more casual than those of the Righteous Path. The men from the Righteous Path had their hair in a bun, while the women wore hairpins, they all looked very neat and tidy. The people from the demonic sects had no set uniform, some of them even had their long hair in a dishevelled mess around them and were barefoot.
Mo Tianliao put on a cloak, covered his eyebrows and eyes, and followed Master.
The Demonic Path had always been controlled by several Demonic Lords, and these demonic sects depended on the Demonic Lords, each one being one particular Demonic Lords’s area of influence. Most of those present today had paid tribute to him, the people who knew him were not few, so obviously he could not show his face. Looking around, he did not catch sight of any of the Demonic Lord’s trusted subordinates, he smirked.
When the hare dies, the fox mourns; all beings grieved for their fellow creatures’ misfortunes. Several Demonic Lords had tacitly agreed to not go into Duantian’s lair, instead, they had only divvied up his power, it could be regarded as their showing extreme forbearance. Of course, it was also possible that those guys understood Duantian’s personality and thought that the things in his Mo Palace were all traps just waiting to catch some suckers, and since they would not be able to use them even if they got them, they would simply not waste the effort.
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