The Rain Keeps Falling

Chapter 1895 - 701: The World-Focused Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering_3

Chapter 1895: Chapter 701: The World-Focused Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering_3


"No need to say more, someone is muddying the waters, blurring the vision."


Zi Hou was surprised: "Who is it?"


Moon Independent Cultivator leaned half-lying on the soft couch, showing a look of disgust.


"Who else could it be? Only those who personally experienced the battle of Ming Zhao Heaven could spread the details so vividly."


Those who personally participated in the battle of Ming Zhao Heaven?


Zi Hou’s face was filled with confusion.


Moon Independent Cultivator snorted coldly, several names surfaced in her mind.


Demon King Qingyang, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, remnants of the Yuan Mo Sect, and her rebellious younger sister!


None of these people wanted the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering to be peaceful.


Especially the first one!


"Have you found out what I asked you to investigate?"


Zi Hou’s face tightened, she immediately replied, "Almost everything has been found out. Qingyang Demon Lord hasn’t returned to Penghu yet, and during his decades at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, his closest allies were Lu Shanjun, Duan Li, Sect Leader of the Tusang Gate Sang Jiugong, along with the Fishing Elder, and the Lotus Picking Island Zhang Family."


"Lu Shanjun went on a journey and hasn’t returned, Sang Jiugong passed away ten years ago."


"Duan Li and the Zhang Family Cultivator from Lotus Picking Island have been controlled by me, just waiting for the True Master to interrogate them. But the female head of the Zhang Family, she is a Zhou Family girl from Coral Sea, and she’s been making a lot of noise."


Moon Independent Cultivator waved a hand.


"No worries, the Zhou Family is nothing to fear, they wouldn’t dare provoke me for a mere Foundation Establishment Female Cultivator. Keep Duan Li under control, this person may know where Qingyang is staying."


"Additionally, do not let any disciples of the Tusang Gate slip through. Qingyang Demon Lord is actually a skilled Pill Refiner, and the Tusang Gate is adept at the cultivation of Spirit Plants, they most likely have connections."


Zi Hou nodded consecutively, memorizing each of these orders carefully.


Finally, she cautiously said, "Over at Jialuo Mountain, since Blood Independent Cultivator’s return, it’s still in a closed state."


"Oh!"


Moon Independent Cultivator raised an eyebrow, then said, "You can leave now, ensure you do the tasks I’ve assigned."


After Zi Hou left, Moon Independent Cultivator pondered for a while, then got up and left the palace gracefully.


Soon, her figure appeared at the foot of Jialuo Mountain.


Gazing at the mountain shrouded in red mist, her beautiful eyes slightly squinted.


"Fengling Hermit has gone mad, in this vast Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering only you and I remain, yet how can one mountain house two tigers?"


"Right now, countless people outside covet the Spirit Treasure Beast Picture I hold, even though I am in the Great Cultivator Realm, it feels like a thorn in the back."


"If you are willing to submit to me..."


As the thought flashed, she cast a Sound Transmission Talisman.


After a long time, there was no response.


Moon Independent Cultivator frowned, Spirit Light flickering over her body, she forcibly entered the red mist.


As her figure disappeared into the red mist, deafening explosions could occasionally be heard.


Powerful Rogue Cultivators deep within the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range trembled upon hearing these sounds, even if curious, they dared not look out.


Only one thought lingered in their minds: two great independent cultivators are fighting!


Yet they did not know, within Jialuo Mountain, there was only Moon Independent Cultivator alone.


The beautiful woman looked at the empty cave mansion, a sneer hung at the corner of her mouth.


"He escaped quite swiftly!"


Though it was a sneer, her heart remained respectful towards Blood Independent Cultivator.


Even upon reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, the other remained cautious as during his lowly days.


When he was rampant and unrestrained, he was the audacious Blood Independent Cultivator.


When he needed caution, he could still abandon his old lair, embodying the traits of a youthful Calamity Cultivator.


But with this move, the Outer World does not know Blood Independent Cultivator has already fled. If anyone truly had designs on her at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, they would likely come with the intention of suppressing both her and Blood Independent Cultivator.


And Blood Independent Cultivator, with enemies all over, has calmly escaped unnoticed.


"Pang Bujue, you’ve put me in a difficult position with this move."


Pang Bujue was the true name of Blood Independent Cultivator.


Moon Independent Cultivator’s face showed a hint of gloom, with so many things on her mind, she didn’t know where to start.


To digest the gains from the Land of Fallen Demons, track Luo Chen’s whereabouts, guard against outside coveting desires for her treasured possessions, and additionally to manage the affairs of the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, contacting Coral Sea, Wu Zhong Valley, and Tianqu, these three families also need to be contacted...


"Rogue Cultivators find it difficult to accomplish great things!"


"I want to rely on the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, rise in the North Sea, and annihilate the Penglai Immortal Sect, it’s a long and arduous task!"


"Fortunately, with the Ten Thousand Beasts Scroll, I finally have the capital to contend with the elites of the North Sea."


Muttering under her breath, Moon Independent Cultivator left Jialuo Mountain.


Wherever she passed, the Independent Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering bowed low in respect.


...


In a cabin on a merchant ship heading towards the Canghai Alliance.


Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes.


Han Zhan’s voice followed, "How are things going?"


Luo Chen shook his head, his expression complex, showing surprise and joy, but also a faint trace of disappointment.


"Alas... it’s a long story."