883: Xu Yun's guess

Leaving the grass hut on the main peak's summit, Bai Yuliang returned directly to his residence, filled with questions.

He never expected that the Grand Elder would actually target Vast Treasure True Lord, and even have Senior Wang Chen take action.

This development completely baffled Bai Yuliang.

However, Bai Yuliang knew clearly that this was definitely good news for him and for Senior Wang Chen.

If the Grand Elder were to learn of Zhao Tianci's death and that he had been fooled, and in a fit of rage directly emerge from seclusion to hunt down Wang Chen, or list Wang Chen as an enemy of Xuantian Holy Land…

Then both his and Senior Wang Chen's situations would become extremely difficult.

Senior Wang Chen would be fine; he possessed the formidable strength of a Zhenjun, and within the entire Xuantian Holy Land, unless the Grand Elder personally intervened, no one else could pose too great a threat.

But he, as the Saint, would be in a bad situation.

Because of his previous contact with Senior Wang Chen in the Demon Beast Forest, he would definitely face criticism from various internal forces within the Holy Land; at the very least, his position as Saint would certainly not be preserved, and he might even be punished by being sent to the Cliff of Reflection.

“Xu Elder, what do you think the Grand Elder truly means?”

Bai Yuliang, filled with doubts, called his most trusted outer Elder, Xu Yun, to discuss the matter shortly after returning to his room.

“If Senior Wang Chen acts against Vast Treasure True Lord, wouldn't the outside world believe that Senior Wang Chen and my Xuantian Holy Land have become enemies?”

“This matter is indeed a bit strange,” Xu Yun said with a frown, holding his teacup.

“Vast Treasure True Lord and the Holy Land have been growing increasingly estranged recently; the Grand Elder likely wants to reclaim the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce into the Holy Land's hands.”

“This is an internal matter of our Holy Land; by using the power of an outsider, the Grand Elder probably doesn't want to see infighting among fellow disciples.”

“Saint, I believe the Grand Elder must have a backup plan. After all, while the matter of Senior Wang Chen killing Zhao Tianci can be concealed, if he slays Vast Treasure True Lord, that absolutely cannot be hidden and will certainly cause a sensation throughout the Netherworld.”

“With such a huge commotion, if the Holy Land doesn't respond, it will be ridiculed by the various forces in the Netherworld.”

The more Xu Yun spoke, the more certain he became of his own guess:

“The Grand Elder definitely has a backup plan; he absolutely wouldn't want to create an enemy for us and lose face by doing something like this.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuliang remained silent, an expression of contemplation on his face.

To be able to become the Saint of Xuantian Holy Land, Bai Yuliang not only possessed extremely high cultivation talent but also had a remarkably sharp mind.

In his opinion, what Xu Yun said was likely spot on.

The Grand Elder had a backup plan, or a way, to eliminate the impact of Senior Wang Chen slaying a Zhenjun of Xuantian Holy Land.

However, Bai Yuliang could not figure out what this method or backup plan was.

“Could it be that Vast Treasure True Lord did something that provoked the wrath of both heaven and man?”

At this moment, a guess surfaced in Bai Yuliang's mind, and he couldn't help but ask Xu Yun.

“Very likely.”

Xu Yun's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he nodded.

For the Eight Great Sacred Grounds of the Netherworld, any Zhenjun powerhouse was a foundation, a cornerstone of their strength.

If one died, whether for revenge or for their own reputation, the perpetrator had to be slain.

After all, everyone out here needs to save face!

If a Zhenjun powerhouse died and no action was taken, it would make other forces think you were weak, and everyone would want to take a bite.

“Tomorrow, I will relay the situation to Senior Wang Chen; whether or not to proceed with this matter still requires his opinion.”

Bai Yuliang said, looking up at Xu Yun.

“Xu Elder, please arrange for people to investigate the situation of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, especially the forces they trade with; there must be something fishy there.”

“I feel that the turning point lies in this.”

Bai Yuliang's lips curved into a smile, his eyes sparkling slightly.

With Zhao Tianci dead, there was one less person coveting his Saint position, but the forces behind Zhao Tianci had not yet collapsed. If they turned to support other true disciples, the threat he faced would become even greater.

But now, once Vast Treasure True Lord falls, the pressure he bears will be much lighter.

Moreover, since the Grand Elder now wants to reclaim the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, there must also be a new person in charge.

As one of the largest chambers of commerce in the Netherworld, the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce was a treasure trove.

As long as he could get a share in this incident, the resources and profits obtained would definitely be beyond imagination!

“Saint, rest assured, this old man will personally oversee this matter.”

Xu Yun's face broke into a smile, and he said with a solemn tone.

He naturally also saw the opportunity contained within this matter; if the Saint gained control of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, supporters like him would naturally not lack benefits.

In this life, perhaps even Zhenjun could be achieved!

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Compared to the death of Zhao Tianci, the destruction of Blade City caused almost no ripple among the Human Race.

However, among the Dead Spirit Race, this news swept through the Holy City of the Dead Spirit Race like a hurricane, spreading at an extremely fast pace to all Dead Spirit gatherings throughout the Netherworld.

Blade City, with one Middle Stage Ninth-rank powerhouse and three Early Stage Ninth-rank powerhouses stationed there, was definitely not weak among all city-level gathering places of the Dead Spirit Race, even ranking quite high, capable of entering the top twenty.

Such a powerful Blade City was annihilated overnight, and all its subordinate gathering places had no survivors, not even a distress message reached the Holy City…

All the Dead Spirits were involuntarily shocked, and after the shock came anger!

In the center of the Netherworld, the Holy City of the Dead Spirit Race.

In the grand and spacious cathedral, many high-ranking members of the Dead Spirit Race gathered. They stood beneath the colossal Mother Goddess statue, each remaining silent, yet filling the cathedral with a murderous atmosphere.

Closest to the Mother Goddess of the Undead statue was a Dead Spirit clad in a magnificent robe, small in stature, and with a childlike appearance.

He looked tiny, less than one and a half meters tall, and was inconspicuous among the many high-ranking Dead Spirit Race members who generally exceeded two meters in height.

But while these many high-ranking Dead Spirit members bowed their heads in reverence to the Mother Goddess of the Undead, he was the only one who held his head high, directly gazing at the Mother Goddess of the Undead statue.

And the many high-ranking Dead Spirit members, accustomed to this, did not dare to rebuke his disrespect.

Because this inconspicuous, childlike, slender Dead Spirit was precisely the strongest in the Dead Spirit Race today, the controller of the Dead Spirit Race, the Great Priest High Priest Tiemoluo.

High Priest Tiemoluo had taken office as Great Priest four hundred years ago, at which time he already possessed the mighty power of a Late Stage Ninth-rank. Now, four hundred years later, his strength was even more unfathomable.

At this moment, High Priest Tiemoluo's gaze turned behind him.

“Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on the annihilation of Blade City?”

Compared to his youthful appearance, High Priest Tiemoluo's voice was hoarse, carrying the oldness of accumulated years and a power that stirred the heart.

After his words, the many high-ranking Dead Spirit members who had been bowing their heads all looked up.