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第五卷 天云十二州 第八百七十二章 马云通

Ten days later, in a valley approximately 100,000 li away from Drifting Cloud Valley, this was the border region where green mountains and lush forests stretched endlessly. However, there were no other remarkable features.

The entire mountain was shrouded in thick mist throughout the year.

However, few people knew that this place was actually the branch sect of the Venerable Pavilion within Youzhou territory—a branch with the largest scale. In terms of the strength and size of its cultivators, it even surpassed the main hall by a considerable margin.

In the cultivation world, there were no rules of morality or righteousness; only the law of survival of the fittest applied. Although Yun Man Tong had once received assistance from Ying'er when he was in dire straits, this man harbored no gratitude and instead coveted the position of Pavilion Master for himself.

How could a late-stage Condensation Core cultivator be content to rank below two juniors?

After years of covert operations, he had gathered many ungrateful individuals like himself, planning a rebellion for a long time.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until his strength far surpassed that of the two Pavilion Masters by nearly double. Although there were still some disciples loyal to Ying'er and Liu Xin, including several late-stage Condensation Core cultivators, the balance had clearly tilted in his favor.

However, fate did not favor traitors.

Just as he was about to make a move, an enigmatic Immortal婴 cultivator arrived at Drifting Cloud Valley. Although his identity remained unclear, it was evident that he had some connection with the two females.

This was troublesome. An Immortal婴 cultivator possessed unpredictable and astonishing abilities, far beyond what these people could handle. But he would not give up; how could so much preparation be in vain? If two lowly individuals could ally themselves, why couldn't he?

Thus, he extended a friendly hand to his long-standing enemy. The support behind the Tiansheng Vessel was the Liyao Palace, and they had even dispatched an Immortal婴 period Elder, sufficient to deal with that mysterious figure. Yun Man Tong's calculations were precise.

Of course, circumstances had changed, and now he couldn't risk alarming them. He decided to delay his plans for a few months.

However, things did not go as planned.

Although most cultivators in Drifting Cloud Valley remained loyal to the two females, he had long since planted spies within, making it easy to gather internal information.

But what came back was uncertain. The two females had successfully advanced and become late-stage Condensation Core cultivators.

How was that possible? The difficulty of forming a condensation core was well-known.

While Ying'er and Liu Xin had both reached the Foundation Establishment stage several years ago, seemingly just one step away from becoming Condensation Core cultivators, cultivators knew that this line was an insurmountable barrier. A hair's breadth could make all the difference.

They had attempted it before but failed every time.

Though they hadn't given up, collecting some useful pills over the years wouldn't have much effect. Whether or not they could form a condensation core depended largely on their innate talent, and with their spirit roots, both were likely to remain at this stage for life.

Of course, nothing was absolute; it wasn't impossible that they might still have a chance, but only if they had extraordinary luck.

If just one of them had succeeded, there would be some credibility. But two? It was sheer folly to believe in such a scenario.

This was Yun Man Tong's first reaction upon receiving the intelligence.

Impossible! However, as he gradually calmed down and thought about it, he realized that although this seemed too absurd, his spy was one of his close disciples.

Logically, there should be no false reports from him.

So… could it really be true?

He continued to frown in deep thought. Suddenly, a glimmer of inspiration flashed through his mind as the furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

He finally found an explanation: ordinary cultivators could form condensation cores with some luck.

After all, that person was an Immortal婴 cultivator; if he were willing to expend great amounts of true essence to use the secret art of Essence Cleansing from Yi Jing, there would be a seven or eight in ten chance.

But would he really do so?

That secret technique almost defied nature. After its use, even without dropping his cultivation stage, the old monster would surely suffer severe injuries.

But only this could explain everything. Yun Man Tong's intelligence was not weak, but he couldn't guess that Lin Xuan had the Heaven Dust Pill—a treasure that could drive the entire cultivation world mad.

After all, while the two Pavilion Masters were not breathtaking beauties, they were still considered exceptional by any standard. Perhaps the old monster was a lecher and might take them as concubines.

Yun Man Tong's mind raced with these thoughts, his heart suddenly at ease.

Though an Immortal婴 cultivator, such a lustful nature made him easy to deal with. Moreover, after suffering severe injuries, he would be no match for the Elder from Liyao Palace.

As for their advancement, Yun Man Tong paid it little heed; two late-stage Condensation Core cultivators at best, and their cultivation stages might not even stabilize in such a short time. What was there to fear?

Yun Man Tong continued to think one-sidedly.

Of course, this didn't mean he could rest easy.

Another matter weighed heavily on his mind.

Initially, he only wanted to take control of the Venerable Pavilion, but after interacting with the Tiansheng Vessel, he realized that their long-standing enemy had been absorbed by the Liyao Palace.

Compared to the towering Liyao Palace, he was just an ant and couldn't match it. So, he went along with it, using the Venerable Pavilion as a gift for his audience with the Liyao Palace in exchange for the opportunity to join.

Everything had been settled, but now he relied on Senior Fang to deal with the Immortal婴 cultivator behind the two females. However, why was there no word from the envoy who left five days ago?

Had something gone wrong?

Yun Man Tong felt uneasy as he pondered this.

"Where has Xiao Qi gone?" in the spacious hall, Yun Man Tong muttered.

"Are you looking for your favored disciple?"

A pleasant voice echoed, familiar to his ears. Yun Man Tong's face suddenly changed; he lifted his head sharply and shouted, "Who is it? What are you doing here?"

Though his voice was loud, there was a hint of fear beneath the bravado. This hall was deep within the branch sect, protected by numerous restrictions, yet someone had entered silently.

Could it be an Immortal婴 cultivator?

His face turned pale as he thought this. However, a slender and graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness, tall with prominent eyebrows and eyes, dressed in green palace attire, exuding an air of elegance like a celestial maiden. But Yun Man Tong's pupils narrowed, his expression one of shock: "Is it me?"

"Hmph, such an attitude before the Pavilion Master; it seems you can't wait to rebel," Ying'er adjusted her hair and spoke with a voice that carried both fear and amusement.

"Hmph." Yun Man Tong did not refute. At this point, he had no choice but to tear off his mask. But why could she enter so silently?

He was surprised and released his divine sense to scan the area. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as his voice turned icy with anger: "What's in your hand? Why do you have Xiao Qi's spirit weapon?"

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