"You mean...the cultists not only appear among the common people, but also among the upper class?"
Yang Dong asked back, his eyes extremely solemn at the moment.
"It's natural. Don't you know, senior brother, that practicing cultivation can increase longevity? Those princes and nobles don't lack money, let alone power and status. But what they lack is longevity!"
"Even in order to live longer, they have to find ways to spend all their wealth. And the cultivation path of the sect is like poison mixed with honey for those powerful people who have no cultivation qualifications!"
When Yang Dong heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
"I can understand saying that the path of cultivation of the Guilty Cult is honey. But why do you say it is poison?"
"Is it possible...that there are any flaws in the way of cultivation of the Guilty Cult?"
"That's not true."
Yan Bingyue shook her head, but the caution on her face did not diminish at all.
"Senior brother, do you think martial arts training will become more and more difficult as time goes by? In the past few days, even if you and I have practiced hard, the progress is still not very fast. Of course, it is still much faster than ordinary practice."
After saying this, a faint blush flashed across her pretty face.
After all, in order to improve her cultivation in the past few days, she had tried many new postures, and even done a lot of... ahem, shocking things to arouse Yang Dong's interest.
Yan Bingyue took a deep breath, suppressed the small charm in her heart, and continued to talk,
"There are always laws in the way of nature. Whether it is martial arts practice or treachery practice, there are some laws that cannot be escaped after all. As the cultivation level increases, the luck required by the treachery cult members will become greater and greater."
"Compared to the practice of martial arts, the practice of the Hidden Cult cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will suffer the backlash of fate. And once this happens, you will become a condemned person and an abandoned child of God."
The damned one? God's abandoned child?
Yang Dong's brows twitched, and he suddenly felt that this matter was weird.
If we take it literally, Ji Siyu completely fits it!
But... the majestic Zhou royal family has countless internal experts. How come they can't see these methods of the sect?
Is there another secret, or...
How much does Yourong know about this matter?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. If everything is as he imagined, then the water in the Great Zhou royal family is far deeper than he imagined!
Seeing that he was frowning and silent, Yan Bingyue continued:
"Senior brother, have you ever seen the Heavenly Punishers? You don't think that Princess Qingyang in the Great Zhou Palace is one of them, do you?"
Yang Dong didn't expect that Yan Bingyue actually knew about this and said in surprise:
"Junior sister, how do you know about this? And Princess Qingyang..."
"That princess..."
Yan Bingyue blinked, and suddenly a smile flashed in her eyes.
"It seems that the relationship between the princess and my senior brother is extraordinary, otherwise my senior brother's character would definitely not pay attention to others. Let me think about it...but that dog emperor betrothed Princess Qingyang to my senior brother?"
"Senior brother, the identity of this man is probably already known to the little emperor, right?"
The corners of Yang Dong's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself:
Not only has my identity been exposed, but I also slept with the emperor. Can you believe it?
Bingbing, your thinking is still not bold enough, tsk tsk tsk.
"Ahem, let's get down to business. If that Princess Qingyang is the one you call the damned one, then the water in the Great Zhou Dynasty Hall will probably be deeper and turbid."
"Brother, you are worrying too much."
Yan Bingyue shook her head, a look of hesitation appeared on her cheeks.
"The situation of Princess Qingyang is far more serious than that of the God's Punisher. She herself can't even feel the existence of luck, as if... she is not from this world!"
"If it weren't for the protection of the Emperor Qi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she would have died early due to the rejection of heaven and earth... But it is strange to say that it is surprising that she can live so long. According to what the master said at the beginning, With the current luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is impossible to protect her Zhou Quan anymore..."
"Perhaps the Zhou royal family has other ideas."
Yang Dong chimed in casually, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
The young master thought that he had figured out the plans for the Zhou royal family. But now it seems that there are still many secrets here, and I am just an outsider.
After I go back this time, I have to find a way to check these things.
Silently gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong continued to ask:
"As for cutting out the tongue, are you sure it was caused by the Cult?"
This time, it was Yan Bingyue's turn to fall silent.
She frowned and thought for a moment, then a flash of uncertainty flashed in her eyes:
"Actually... I just heard a few words from my master. It seems that people in the sect need to use something to plunder the luck of others. It may be a jade pendant that has been cultivated close to the body, or it may be the hair and skin of the body..."
"If you go by what you said, this matter must have been done by someone from the sect."
Yang Dong rubbed his eyebrows, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
The sect that can make the three powerful countries join forces to eradicate them regardless of their previous conflicts is definitely not a simple thing. However, even so, the sect is still not popular. What does this mean?
The enemy is at Honnoji Temple!
But what can Yang Dong do? Is it possible to rush back to the capital now and chop off the heads of all the officials with one knife?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong became increasingly depressed.
Seeing this, Yan Bingyue hurriedly started to persuade.
"Senior brother, you don't need to worry too much. The laws of nature are normal, and even the sect cannot do whatever they want. They need to perform special rituals and then sacrifice the harvested tongues."
"Besides this, there may be some other sacrificial items. I don't know much about these. I just heard the master say casually when chatting with others."
"Okay, I understand. Let's hurry up and try to reach Mingyue Town before dark."
…
Before you know it, the sun is about to shed its last ray of light.
As the sun set, Yang Dong slowly opened his eyes.
After these days of practice, Yang Dong's Qi Movement Technique is basically Hinayana.
He felt the surging energy and blood in his body, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, my physique is not particularly useless, and with the blessing of pink zhenqi, it is not an exaggeration to say that my practice is a thousand miles. It's just... it's still a little slower after all.
With a sigh, Yang Dong and his party finally arrived at the boundary of Mingyue Town.
At this moment, the lights in Mingyue Town were brightly lit, as if they were not affected by the war at all.
Seeing the arrival of Yang Dong and his party, most people were just not surprised. Only the hotel waiter will greet you from time to time.
Yang Dong stayed in an inn under the arrangement of Xichang's spies.
But at this moment, he couldn't sleep at all.
After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, Yang Dong fell into a deep sleep.
