Chapter 13221 Mysterious Force
Although the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword failed to rank among the four great treasures of the Demon Sect, its power is strong enough to drive any warrior crazy. Moreover, now this sword has fallen into the hands of a young warrior who is only at the Feitian Realm, which undoubtedly gives everyone a huge temptation and hope.
Feitian Realm, although it is considered a strong man in the martial arts world, is still insignificant compared to those strong men at the Tianhe Realm or even higher realms.
However, it is this "insignificance" that has aroused the greed and ambition of countless people. They believe that as long as they can seize the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, they may be able to soar to the sky and become the pinnacle of the martial arts world.
Therefore, despite the dangers ahead, they are still unwilling to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity easily.
Of course, since Ling Xiao's deeds in Huangquan Bulao Mountain spread like wildfire, some of the forces that originally coveted the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword have quietly chosen to withdraw.
These forces were either afraid of the powerful force that might be hidden behind Ling Xiao, or they were well aware of the truth that "a man is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure", and some people deeply realized that no matter how precious the treasure is, if it cannot be protected with life, it will eventually be just an empty dream.
In a corner of Zhenmo Mansion, the atmosphere in the Mansion of the Mansion Master was particularly quiet. Long Yingtian, the Mansion Master, had a bit more loneliness in his life because of the pain of losing his wife and his only son Long Chen who was always on the road.
So, the study became his spiritual haven. Whenever he was free, he would immerse himself in the sea of books, not only to relieve loneliness, but also to seek breakthroughs in cultivation in this vast knowledge. This was a shortcut to cultivation that he accidentally discovered when he read ancient books countless times.
In the study, the light was soft, and the books on the bookshelf were arranged in an orderly manner, each carrying different knowledge and wisdom. In front of Long Yingtian's desk, there was an ancient bronze mirror. Although the mirror was inconspicuous, it contained extraordinary abilities.
It not only reflects every corner of the Mansion of the Lord of the Palace, but also, through some mysterious means, takes in the entire Demon-Suppressing Mansion.
The images in the mirror flow, like a miniature city model, with people coming and going, and traffic, everything is under control. This is the unique privilege of the Lord of the Palace, and it is also a manifestation of his silent but powerful control over the city.
Long Yingtian gently stroked the mirror, his eyes showing both indifference to power and deep concern for his son Long Chen.
He knew that in this martial arts world where the strong are respected, every step must be taken carefully, especially for young talents like Ling Xiao and Long Chen, whose rise is often accompanied by the secret competition of countless forces.
He hoped that Long Chen could return safely, and hoped that he could find his own way and achieve a career in this turbulent martial arts world.
At this time, a man in black armor and with an upright figure quietly walked into the study, with steady steps, revealing a majesty that should not be underestimated. His armor shone with a cold luster under the sunlight, and every step seemed to step on Long Yingtian's heartstrings.
Long Yingtian raised his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and he said a word calmly: "Speak!" His voice was light, but it carried unquestionable authority.
The black-armored man saluted respectfully, and then said in a deep voice: "Reporting to the Lord, after many investigations, we have determined that there are three forces secretly following Master Ling Xiao. One is the notorious Black Cult, and the other is the Duanmu family, the most famous family in the Western Wilderness. Both of them are not good people, and their intentions are hard to predict."
At this point, he paused for a moment, and his tone became a little more solemn.
"As for the other three, they are even more mysterious. They seem to have been born from nothingness, with no traces to be found, and no obvious signs to identify them. I have tried my best and used all the resources and means available in Fuzun Mansion, but I still cannot get a glimpse of their full picture."
Long Yingtian frowned slightly, and a hint of imperceptible worry flashed in his deep eyes.
"Mysterious forces..." He repeated in a low voice, with a hint of imperceptible solemnity in his voice. He knew very well that in this martial arts world where the strong are respected and the forces are complicated, unknown enemies are often the most terrifying.
"Have you tried to contact Zhu Xiaoqi?" Long Yingtian pondered for a moment and asked. Zhu Xiaoqi, as the most famous spy in Fuzun Mansion, has an intelligence network throughout the Bai Ze Continent, and knows almost everything.
The black-armored man shook his head, his tone full of helplessness: "I have ordered someone to urgently summon Zhu Xiaoqi, but unfortunately, even he has not been able to find any clues about this mysterious force. According to Xiaoqi, these forces act very secretly and with superb skills, and seem to intentionally avoid all possible tracking and investigation."
The study room suddenly fell into silence, with only the occasional bird calls from outside the window and the hustle and bustle of the market in the distance, which formed a sharp contrast with the bustle outside. Long Yingtian closed his eyes and thought about countermeasures in his heart. He knew that in the face of such a powerful unknown force, every step must be taken with great caution.
Zhu Xiaoqi! This name is well-known in the Fuzun Mansion. He is one of Long Yingtian's most trusted arms, not only because he has the extraordinary cultivation of the heavenly realm, but also because of his almost unpredictable investigation ability.
In the martial arts world, Zhu Xiaoqi's name was enough to scare countless forces. However, this time, facing that mysterious force, even he failed and failed to find out the other party's identity. This undoubtedly cast a shadow in Long Yingtian's heart.
In the study, the atmosphere seemed particularly heavy because of this sudden news.
The black-armored man continued, "It's really strange. They don't seem to be in a hurry to take action. They just quietly lurk in the dark, like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for the best opportunity." His tone revealed some confusion and vigilance.
Hearing this, Long Yingtian moved slightly, slowly stood up, and looked through the window of the study to the end of the distant sky. His eyes showed both worry about unknown challenges and deep concern for his son Long Chen.
"They are waiting, waiting for the moment when Chen'er and Ling Xiao are separated." Long Yingtian sighed lightly, his voice full of helplessness and worry.
"Ling Xiao's trip is full of dangers. Although Chaos Demon City is far away, the real test may have just begun. I hope Chen'er can stay alert and be safe. This child is too persistent. Once he has determined something, he can't be pulled back even by nine bulls."
And at the other end of Bai Ze Continent, Chaos Demon City, a place far west of Zhenmo Mansion, is both a destination and a synonym for unknown and danger for Ling Xiao.
He only knew that according to the clues in his hand, he needed to go all the way west and cross the vast western wilderness to reach the legendary city.
