While the two were secretly communicating, Mr. Zhu and the other two separated from the group and stealthily infiltrated.
Chu Zhiyuan played with the bronze mirror in his hand.
This bronze mirror indeed consumes a great deal of true essence and mental energy, so it should not be used excessively.
With his own true essence, he couldn't last long.
If he were in the Transformation God Realm, he should be able to last longer.
Unlike his own extrasensory perception, which was now an instinct, it consumed almost no mental energy.
His extrasensory perception observed Mr. Zhu and the other two, along with the other nine, watching them approach those houses like crocodiles lurking in the water.
He didn't believe they could remain silent and undetected forever.
As the mountain gate of a sect, how could there not be secret mechanisms for early warning, or special means of alerting?
It was impossible to rely solely on the cover of trees; no matter how strong a sect was, it wouldn't do that.
“Chirp chirp chirp chirp—” Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the forest.
It was made by two strange little birds.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.
As expected.
Chu Honglin's expression changed slightly: “We’ve still been discovered!”
“There’s no choice,” Chu Zhiyuan said, “In the end, we still have to force our way in.”
This was what they had anticipated; they were just trying to get as close as possible, to launch a silent and sudden attack, to save more energy.
The Flying Cloud Sect was immediately filled with figures flying about, some running inside, some running outside, but not appearing panicked.
Chu Zhiyuan judged that they often trained and had anticipated this situation.
The nine Venerables gathered together, crushing everything like a boulder, and wherever they passed, figures flew out.
None could resist.
Chu Zhiyuan took out a small jade bottle from his chest, took out two green pills, and threw them into his mouth.
Then, the bronze mirror in his palm lit up again, and the images of the two Great Heavenly Demons appeared in a soft light.
“Don't overuse it, take it easy.” Chu Honglin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said: “Don't wait until someone comes to attack you, and you have no strength to fight back.”
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: “I have a treasure garment.”
The Moon Silk Frost Garment had its own power reserves, and it had been consuming its own power all the way to carry him quickly, without consuming his own power at all.
“External objects cannot be relied upon,” Chu Honglin said, “You still have to rely on yourself. Then I'll go, be careful to hide your figure and don't be discovered.”
Chu Zhiyuan's mission had been completed, he had discovered that there were two Great Heavenly Demons and uncovered the shocking secrets of the Flying Cloud Sect.
The remaining fighting didn't require a Transformation Intent Realm expert like him; the twelve Venerables were enough.
They needed to be able to see the target; they could not use the Drunken God Flute if they could not see the target.
Chu Zhiyuan continued to observe.
Wherever the nine Great Venerables passed, there was no match for them; all attacks and obstructions were useless and could not slow their progress.
Almost in an instant, they arrived outside one of the main halls.
Twenty-four people were standing outside the hall, forming a fan shape.
These twenty-four people were wearing black robes, with solemn and dignified expressions.
Chu Honglin had already caught up with the nine Venerables, and his expression changed slightly when he saw this scene.
He saw through at a glance that these twenty-four people were death warriors.
“Death warriors?” He sneered: “Heh heh, very good, sound attack method.”
He pursed his lips and let out a long whistle.
The whistling sound was like thunder, echoing between the houses and rushing into several great halls.
The nine people behind him each made a sound.
Some roared directly, like a giant wave collapsing a dam.
Some shouted sharply like thunder.
Some formed hand seals and made strange sounds.
Some made strange poses and made sounds.
The twenty-four black-robed men had not yet been able to circulate their energy and had already been stunned.
This was the power of the Venerables.
The suppression of realms, coupled with the display of miraculous skills, the twenty-four black-robed men were inferior in realm and lacked sufficient defense, and could not withstand it.
Some of them still wanted to struggle a bit, disregarding the boiling blood and qi throughout their bodies and the heavy damage to their internal organs, and forcibly activated the Dismemberment Technique.
“Po po!”
“Bang!”
Of the twenty-four black-robed men, a total of four ultimately turned into red mist.
“Enter!” Chu Honglin said in a deep voice.
The nine Venerables avoided the four groups of red mist, watched them poison the surrounding black-robed men, and rushed towards the main hall.
In the center of the main hall, a dozen men were surrounding two people, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe and a middle-aged man in a blue robe, both with solemn and heavy expressions.
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe was not tall, but his face was handsome, and he did not appear flustered by the arrival of Chu Honglin and the nine Venerables.
He stood in the center of the crowd, cupped his fists, and said calmly: “Who are you all? Has the sect offended you in any way?”
Chu Honglin said in a deep voice: “Are you the Sect Leader of the Flying Cloud Sect, He Zixia?”
“I am indeed He,” the middle-aged man in the yellow robe said in a deep voice: “It’s better to talk things over properly. Everything can be discussed. Why must you be like this?”
“Talk things over properly?” Chu Honglin laughed: “If we talked things over properly, would your Flying Cloud Sect listen?”
“Who exactly are you?”
“Sect Leader He, you should know.”
“... People from the imperial court?” He Zixia said with a gloomy expression: “Why is the imperial court so harsh, not leaving us a way out?”
“Assassinating the Prince, disregarding the authority of the imperial court, colluding with the enemy and betraying the dynasty, what are you Flying Cloud Sect trying to do?”
He Zixia said in a deep voice: “When have we ever done such a thing? Is the imperial court trying to eliminate us, so they are framing us with such charges?”
“Isn't the Thousand Machine Pavilion opened by you?” Chu Honglin sneered: “Exploring the imperial court's secrets everywhere, and then selling them to the demon and demon races, isn't this what you did?”
“The Thousand Machine Pavilion has nothing to do with us!” He Zixia said.
“Haha—” Chu Honglin laughed loudly at the sky.
He looked at those Flying Cloud Sect disciples who were surrounding He Zixia and the middle-aged man in the blue robe.
Seeing their expressions of anger and unwillingness, wishing they could protect He Zixia even if it meant their bodies being crushed to pieces.
He felt even more absurd.
These people were probably unaware that this person was a Great Heavenly Demon.
It was truly bizarre that a Great Heavenly Demon, after seizing a body, would ultimately become the Sect Leader of the Flying Cloud Sect.
It could only be said that this person's luck was monstrous and unparalleled, as well as another Elder, who was also the same.
However, luck was ultimately on the side of the imperial court, thanks to Zhao'er, who discovered them.
Thinking of this, he slowly said: “Things have come to this, does Sect Leader He still want to resist stubbornly? Let them surrender, and you can return to the imperial court with us, to live out your remaining years, and I will commit less killing.”
He Zixia sneered: “After we surrender, our lives will naturally be in your hands, to be disposed of at will.”
“Do you think you can escape the grasp of the imperial court now? Ridiculous!”
“Since we are all going to die anyway, why not fight? It wouldn't be a waste to have lived in this world if we could take one person down with us!”
“Just you?” Chu Honglin said disdainfully: “Why does the imperial court have to destroy you? It could directly incorporate your Thousand Machine Pavilion into the Surveillance Division, why waste your talents?”
He glanced at these angry Flying Cloud Sect disciples: “Is it to rely on the imperial court, openly and justly, or to be secretive and fearful?”
“Who exactly are you?” He Zixia said coldly.
A Venerable said in a deep voice: “This is His Royal Highness, Prince Gan of the Imperial Dynasty!”
Everyone was immediately surprised and looked at Chu Honglin.
Chu Honglin took out a white jade token from his waist and held it in the air.
The white jade token emitted a soft white light, forming a milky white light card ten times larger than the token, one foot away from the token.
A clear “Gan” character appeared.
The white light was a manifestation of the Boundless Brightness Sutra, indicating his direct descendant status of the imperial family.
The “Gan” character appearing in the white light indicated that he was Prince Gan, ranked fifteenth.
Chu Honglin said in a deep voice: “I have already done my utmost in benevolence and righteousness. If you don't surrender, don't blame us for being ruthless!”
He thought that by this time, the power of the Drunken God Flute should be sufficient to display its wonderful use.
When the power of the Drunken God Flute was put to good use, they would all have to surrender, and their lives would be in his hands.
Whether they lived or died, he had to find out whether they knew about the assassination and whether they had the intention to resist the imperial court.
This required the help of the Heart-Penetrating Mirror of the Directorate of Astronomy.
“Sigh—” He Zixia shook his head and sighed, glancing at the people around him.
“Sect Leader!”
“Sect Leader, let's fight!”
“Yes, let's fight!”
He Zixia showed a helpless expression: “Nine Venerables, plus a Prince, continuing will only lead to a dead end, there's really no need.”
He turned his head to look at Chu Honglin: “This seat will commit suicide to thank the imperial court, only asking that Your Highness spare the disciples.”
Chu Honglin frowned and looked at him.
After He Zixia finished speaking, he took a deep look at the surrounding disciples, his eyes filled with emotion.
Then, he struck his Baihui acupoint with his palm.
“Bang!”
A heavy muffled sound.
Immediately, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he had already committed suicide.
