Le Zhengchi

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Death Soul City was forcefully opened, without the number restriction, it was not only limited to the top three in The Great Tournament.

The only restriction was that cultivators below the Blood Transformation Realm and above the Earth Immortal Realm could not enter.

The moment this news was released, it quickly swept through the entire Middle Latitude Realm like a plague!

Instantly, all the factions in the Middle Latitude Realm fell into shock. After recovering from their shock, they immediately began to select the disciples of the sect. They planned to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enter and seek opportunities! When this news appeared, the Inspector also began to investigate in secret. Who exactly had such means to break through the upper limit of Death Soul City and forcefully open it?

At the Holy Talisman Sect.

After Mu Fusheng came out of seclusion, he was summoned by the Sect Master and the three Supreme Elders.

In the Sect Master’s Hall, when Mu Fusheng arrived.

Leng Yinqiu, Ning Xi, and Shen Ziyu were already waiting there.

Seeing Mu Fusheng’s arrival, the Sect Master briefly recounted the opening of Death Soul City.

After hearing this news, Mu Fusheng first thought of the Infernal Purgatory. At that time, the Infernal Purgatory’s actions were very abnormal.

Even though the other party was an evil cultivator, according to the Infernal Purgatory’s previous actions, many factions hated it to the core and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible!

The Infernal Purgatory, which had already experienced extinction once, appeared again.

Logically speaking, he should not be so arrogant. In the The Great Tournament, where almost all the Middle Latitude Realms focused on the major events above, he would wantonly kill his opponents and carry out such a vicious thing that would harm the peace of the world.

An evil cultivator faction had appeared again after being exterminated once after all.

He did such an eye-catching thing.

He would definitely be pushed to the top.

They might even be destroyed again.

The right way to do it, or rather, the way to do it in such a situation, should be to hide in the dark.

However, the Infernal Purgatory chose this “wrong” and unusual method.

There were only two reasons.

Firstly, they looked down on the strength of the Middle Latitude Realm factions.

Of course, Mu Fusheng did not believe that a faction that had been exterminated and re-emerged would have such confidence.

Even if it had been hidden for a long time, it was unlikely for it to recover. Secondly, they had a reason to do so.

Coincidentally, they were born at the time of the opening of Death Soul City in The Great Tournament.

Thus, Mu Fusheng had no reason not to suspect them.

“The removal of Death Soul City’s restrictions means that many factions will enter, and the competition will be greater.” The Sect Master said with a serious expression, “In there, be it the mystic realm or the obstruction of other factions, you have to be careful because no one can save you.”

“Now that the restrictions have been lifted, there will be more people. The temptation in Death Soul City will also cause your opponents to destroy their competitors by hook or by crook.”

The four of them nodded.

Among them, the white-bearded elder looked at Mu Fusheng and said, “I won’t say anything else. However, things are not right. Even if you give up the mystic realm inheritance and the treasures, you have to escape immediately and prioritize your life. Do you understand?”

Mu Fusheng expressed.

How can I not know about this? Saving lives is what I do best at.

“Alright, there are still eight hours before Death Soul City opens. I’ll bring you there.”

Due to the importance of the matter, the three Supreme Elders decided to personally escort him.

On the Heavenly Sword Peak Sect’s side, Ye Qiubai also received the news escorted by Huo Zhengheng.

His gaze shifted slightly.

The streets were bustling in the city.

In the center of the city, there was a music workshop where immortal music filled the air, as if it would never stop.

This city was ruled by a dynasty which was at most a third-rate force in the entire Middle Latitude Realm.

However, they were the absolute monarchy in this city.

At this moment, in the music workshop pavilion.

The royalty and nobles of the dynasty were all drinking and laughing here.

In the middle of them was a man dressed in white, his long hair casually scattered on the ground. His eyes were closed, and his hands were playing the zither briskly.

It was as if the laughter around him had nothing to do with him.

In his eyes, there was only the zither in his hand.

At this moment, the son of one of the ministers smiled obsequiously and said, “The sound of the zither alone is too monotonous. Perhaps we can summon some dancers to accompany us?”

The prince’s eyes were intoxicated, and he immediately nodded. “Of course!”

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

“My music is not for others.”

The son of the minister was drunk. When he heard these words, anger surged into his head and he looked towards the source of the voice.

The white-robed man in the middle roared, “Is there a place for a little musician like you to interrupt?”

“You have to know that our dynasty is not lacking in a small musician like you!” When the white-robed man heard this, he picked up the zither and was about to leave.

“Stop right there!”

How could a mere musician be so arrogant in front of the son of a high-ranking official like him?

“If you don’t play today, then there’s no need for this music studio to exist.” How was he supposed to work for the prince if he could be swayed by a mere musician?

“Of course, so will you.”

The white-robed man suddenly stood still.

Just as the ministers thought that the white-robed man had submitted…

The white-robed man held the zither in one hand and gently plucked a string with the other.

The sound of the zither was like a sword!

It tore through the air and slashed at the minister!

Before everyone and the Blood Transformation Realm guards behind them could react, their heads had already been separated from their bodies!

Then, the white-robed man took another step forward and walked out of the music workshop without looking back.

When he came to his senses, the prince was furious!

He dared to kill someone in front of him? Did he still look down on him, the prince?

In this city, he is the absolute king other than his father.

Yet, a mere musician dares to be so arrogant?

He was about to say something when an old man suddenly appeared beside the prince and placed his hand on his shoulder.

He suppressed the prince who was about to get up.

“Imperial Preceptor! Get rid of him quickly!”

The Imperial Preceptor shook his head with a solemn expression. “Your Highness, please look at the bigger picture. I can’t see through this person’s strength. When he makes his move, I won’t even have the chance to react.”

The prince’s intoxicated eyes suddenly sobered up at this moment.

“I… understand.”

Even though he was unwilling, the Imperial Preceptor was an expert at the peak of the Turbid Immortal Realm, second only to his father.

For the Imperial Preceptor to say such words, it meant that the strength of this insignificant musician was probably not inferior to Father… Or perhaps, it was above him?

After leaving, the man in white suddenly picked up the jade pendant in front of his chest.

An old man’s voice came from the jade pendant.

“It’s late. Death Soul City is forcibly opening. There should be a calamity. Let’s go.”

Calamities were often accompanied by huge opportunities.

When Yue Zhengchi heard this, he nodded and disappeared from the bustling street in the blink of an eye.

No one noticed him…