Emerging from the Hall of Reflection, Lu Wuming was covered in blood.
Humans were truly peculiar.
Though their bodies could be torn apart, the blood and stench were impossible to wash away, as if they stubbornly insisted on proving his existence. It was utterly detestable.
Frowning, he didn't rush back to his room.
The resentment and hatred he had absorbed were still insufficient. That disciple's cultivation was too low, unable to provide him with much improvement.
He needed to find someone else.
Lu Wuming thought, and then mentally reviewed the strength of everyone in the Pill Sect. Finally, he pursed his lips and, following the map previously provided by Liu Buli, walked towards the Second Elder's residence.
He recalled that this old man had also participated in the First Elder's schemes, so he was also on Liu Buli's list of targets.
Of course, what Lu Wuming valued most was that this old fellow's cultivation was not low.
If he could absorb his resentment and hatred, perhaps he could achieve a new level of improvement.
As he entered, the Second Elder had already sensed something was amiss. Upon seeing Lu Wuming covered in blood, the old man was startled.
Squinting and scrutinizing for a moment, he finally recognized who it was. Immediately frowning, the Second Elder berated, "You monster! Didn't the Sect Leader take you to make a transaction today? Why are you here? Could it be..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Wuming launched his attack at the fastest speed.
The Second Elder's cultivation was indeed good, and he narrowly dodged Lu Wuming's move. Cursing fiercely, he then assumed a stance and counterattacked Lu Wuming.
Just as Lu Wuming had expected, this fellow's cultivation was indeed not low. However, as the ghostly aura and despair from Lu Wuming poured out, the Second Elder was ultimately at a disadvantage.
Lu Wuming remembered that in his previous life, he had taken some effort to kill this old man.
But with the combined ghostly aura from two lifetimes, plus the resentment he had gained from annihilating everyone in the Pill Sect, dealing with the Second Elder this time was significantly easier.
Lu Wuming had always wished to shed the title of "monster" in both his lives, but now, he was surprised to find himself glad to be a monster.
Monsters were good. Monsters could grow stronger in their own monstrous ways.
And once stronger, he could protect his Master. Even if such protection was brutal and bloody, and his Master would despise him for it, it wouldn't matter.
His Master's life was paramount.
Even if his Master drove him away, he had to protect him.
This was the most important thing.
After bloodbath at the Second Elder's place, Lu Wuming, with no intention of stopping, listed those he remembered as powerful and who had also participated in the First Elder's plan. He chose three lucky individuals and sent them on their way before returning to the Sect Leader's courtyard to clean himself up and change into clean clothes.
The Ghost Clan could hide in the shadows, so as long as he was careful along the way, no one noticed his actions.
After completing all this, feeling that he had improved enough, he left the Pill Sect following Liu Buli's footsteps.
Stepping outside the gate, he pondered for a moment. He took out a bell-shaped item from the Qiankun bag Liu Buli had given him, twirled it around a few times, and then pointed it in a certain direction. He heard the bell's clear chime.
A smile immediately spread across Lu Wuming's face.
This was a magical artifact his Master had given him. He loved the name of the artifact, "Lover's Bell."
Although his Master had told him when he gave it to him that the name was just a designation and didn't imply anything about their relationship, Lu Wuming simply felt he loved the name and the bell.
He and his Master each had one, and it felt as if they had truly become "lovers" as the bell suggested.
The bell's function was very simple, essentially, it was for finding.
As long as both individuals carried the bell, even if they were separated by thousands of miles, the bell would guide them in the correct direction.
Just like now.
The direction of the ringing bell was the direction of his Master.
Lu Wuming took a few deep breaths and hid himself in the shadows.
This was the first time he truly appreciated his bloodline. The Ghost Clan could accelerate in the shadows, their speed unmatched. Therefore, he could confidently pursue his Master, and he could make up for the distance he had fallen behind.
Liu Buli was completely unaware of what had transpired within the Pill Sect. He followed the First Elder all the way to the Sword Sect, but instead of entering, he found an inconspicuous small courtyard at the foot of the Sword Sect's mountain and pushed open the door to enter.
Watching the First Elder walking ahead of him, Liu Buli sneered. He said, "First Elder, I told you before, if you were willing to stand with me, I could have given you a chance to breathe. Tell me, I gave you this opportunity, why didn't you cherish it?"
After hearing his question, the First Elder stopped.
Turning to look at Liu Buli, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face. He said, "Because I don't trust people like you who associate with beasts. The Ghost Clan are monsters, they are beasts. Those beings are born inferior and do not deserve to stand in the same place as us. You even brought one back to the sect and took him as a disciple. Your mind has been blinded by the Ghost Clan, you deserve to die."
Liu Buli nodded.
He could see that this old fellow believed that by reaching Duan Liuyun's territory, he had found a new backer and no longer needed to fear Liu Buli.
His expression was full of arrogance, like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.
Liu Buli found it nauseating.
He raised his hand and sent a sword qi towards the First Elder. However, with a loud "clang," the sword qi he had unleashed was blocked.
The First Elder absolutely did not have this capability, Liu Buli was certain.
Therefore, only one person could accomplish this.
With a conclusion in his mind, Liu Buli looked up. He saw a tall man emerge from the courtyard behind the First Elder, a long sword in his hand. He smiled sinisterly. His otherwise decent face was contorted by this smile. He said, "Daoist Liu, weren't you here to discuss matters with me today? Why did you start drawing your sword so soon? That's hardly appropriate."
"What's inappropriate about it? I don't see Daoist Duan hiding his sword either," Liu Buli sneered and said, "Since it's a situation of life and death, why do you care whether this traitorous dog lives or dies?"
He was referring to the First Elder.
Understanding his implication, the First Elder quickly moved closer to Duan Liuyun.
Duan Liuyun burst into laughter.
Staring into Liu Buli's eyes, he said slowly, "Because after I kill you, the Pill Sect will need a Sect Leader, and your precious little disciple will also need someone to refine. Your First Elder is an excellent candidate, don't you agree, Daoist Liu?"