62: Chapter 62 The Heavenly Gang Sect in Action

Outside Wutong Garden, Shen Yuanshan and Shen Yuanhe walked side by side along the winding corridor. Their steps were light, and the smiles on their faces couldn't be suppressed.

Shen Yuanhe stroked the thousand-illusion mask in his robe, feeling delighted. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Shen Yuanshan.

"Third Brother, I have an idea."

Shen Yuanshan paused and glanced at him: "Speak."

Shen Yuanhe rubbed his hands together, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "When we enter the Secret Realm this time, we need an identity, right? I'm thinking, why don't we make one up beforehand? That way, we won't be caught off guard like last time when we ran into that Blood Rain Pavilion."

Shen Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, then glared at him.

"Make what up?"

He patted the Jade Slip and mask in his robe, looking proud: "Sixth Brother, look at what these are! The Thousand-Illusion Shape-Shifting Technique! The thousand-illusion mask! Disguises that even a Saint can't see through! With these treasures, what are we afraid of?"

Shen Yuanhe was startled: "Third Brother, you mean..."

The corners of Shen Yuanshan's mouth curled slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "We'll use the identity of the Blood Rain Pavilion!"

Shen Yuanhe's eyes widened: "Use the Blood Rain Pavilion again? What if the real Blood Rain Pavilion..."

"What's there to fear?" Shen Yuanshan waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. "Before, we were afraid of offending the Blood Rain Pavilion because we had no disguise. If we were found out, it would be a huge trouble. But now?"

He paused and patted the mask in his robe: "With this treasure, even if the real Blood Rain Pavilion stands before us, they won't recognize who we are! So what are we afraid of?"

Shen Yuanhe nodded thoughtfully.

Shen Yuanshan continued: "Besides, think about it. Those people from the Tiangang Sect already believe we are from the Blood Rain Pavilion. If we change our identity, they'll become suspicious instead. We might as well use the name of the Blood Rain Pavilion and let them investigate it themselves! If they really track it back to the Blood Rain Pavilion, then..."

He chuckled and didn't finish the sentence.

Shen Yuanhe's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "Third Brother, brilliant! If the Tiangang Sect people really form a grudge with the Blood Rain Pavilion, they'll have their hands full!"

"Exactly!" Shen Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, a meaningful curve appearing on his lips. "We only care about killing and arson; as for taking the blame, leave that to the Blood Rain Pavilion."

Shen Yuanhe nodded repeatedly, the excitement on his face impossible to suppress.

They looked at each other, both seeing the mutual understanding of 'great minds think alike' in each other's eyes.

"Let's go, let's give the remaining thousand-illusion masks to Second Brother and the others!" Shen Yuanshan strode toward the depths of the Shen Family estate.

Shen Yuanhe followed closely, his steps vigorous and full of energy.

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The Tiangang Sect station, a quiet courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang sat in the main seat, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on Qian Kun who was kneeling before him. The anger in his eyes was almost about to erupt.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Qian Kun trembled all over, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground with a faint sound.

He swallowed hard, his voice shaking: "Elder Sun, I've gathered the information... That Blood Rain Pavilion is an assassin organization from the Central Province..."

"An assassin organization from the Central Province?" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's voice carried a chilling coldness. "An ancient Legacy? Deep heritage? Once even had a Saint in command?"

"Yes, yes..." Qian Kun nodded, bracing himself. "I've inquired from many sources. This Blood Rain Pavilion has already declined, and the Saint in the Sect has already passed away... It should... it should pose no threat to our Tiangang Sect..."

"No threat?" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang laughed out of extreme anger. "What a 'no impact'! A grand power from the Central Province that once had a Saint, and you actually say it poses no threat to the Tiangang Sect?"

"Bang!"

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang slammed his hand on the table. The high-quality red sandalwood table shattered instantly, wood chips flying everywhere!

"Do you know what a Saint is?!"

His voice changed pitch, his face full of uncontrollable anger.

"Even if a Saint is dead, the methods they leave behind are not something an ordinary Asking Dao Realm can withstand! Not to mention the heritage accumulated over ten thousand years by a Holy Land power!"

Their Tiangang Sect had indeed been flourishing in recent years, firmly holding the position of the leader of the Seven Great Sects.

But in terms of heritage, they couldn't yet compare with an ancient power like the Blood Rain Pavilion.

Just in terms of the number of Asking Dao Realm Cultivators, they couldn't compete with a former Holy Land power.

Asking Dao Realm!

That was an existence on the same level as the Grand Elder of their Tiangang Sect!

Even with thousands of years of accumulation, their Tiangang Sect only had a few Asking Dao Realm experts.

He, a mere Primal Chaos Realm Elder, leading a few Void Piercing Realm Disciples and a dozen or so Dharma Image Realm Disciples—if they truly provoked a former Holy Land power—

The consequences would be unimaginable!

"Qian Kun! Look at what you've done!"

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang stood up abruptly, pointing at Qian Kun's nose and cursing loudly, his spittle flying onto Qian Kun's face.

"Elder, I... I didn't know he was from the Blood Rain Pavilion..." Qian Kun felt like crying. How could he have known he would run into someone from the Blood Rain Pavilion in the Tiannan Mountains?

Besides, it wasn't them who provoked him that day; it was that person who took the initiative to find them.

They were just discussing how to make a profit in Guangnan City, but who would have thought they would encounter someone from the Blood Rain Pavilion!

It was a disaster out of nowhere!

"Didn't know? You didn't know, yet you went and provoked them?" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang was furious, kicking over a nearby chair. "Do you know that because you provoked someone from the Blood Rain Pavilion, our Tiangang Sect has gained a powerful enemy for no reason?"

Qian Kun trembled and kowtowed repeatedly: "Elder, please calm down! Elder, please calm down! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Wrong? What's the use of knowing you're wrong!" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, his anger burning his internal organs.

Blood Rain Pavilion!

A former Holy Land power!

With Asking Dao Realm powerhouses in command!

These pieces of news were like a mountain, pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.

If the news was true and their Tiangang Sect had provoked such a mysterious power for no reason, if the Grand Elder found out, he would definitely not be spared!

Thinking of this, Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's expression became even uglier.

He stopped his pace, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

"Qian Kun."

"I am here!" Qian Kun quickly responded.

"Go and confess your guilt to the Grand Elder and the Sect Leader yourself!"

Qian Kun's face turned pale instantly.

He had brought such big trouble to the Sect; once he returned, his fate was predictable—it would surely be a fate worse than death.

"Elder, save me!"

He hurriedly crawled forward a few steps, grabbing Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's pant leg, his face full of pleading.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang looked down at Qian Kun, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "Save you? I can give you a chance."

Qian Kun suddenly looked up, "Elder, please give your orders!"

"This time, in the exploration of the Great Emperors Secret Realm, only Cultivators below the Dharma Image Realm can enter, but... I hope you go in!"

Qian Kun was slightly stunned, then his expression changed slightly, "Elder, do you mean... you want me to sever my own cultivation?"

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