"It’s just not as conspicuous as when the Third Young Master uses his Saber Technique...

"Therefore, it is suspected that the technique he used might also be Exotic Cold Inner Power, just deliberately concealed.

"Secondly, the Third Young Master appeared on the first day after the battle at the City Lord’s Mansion of Celestial Dance City.

"And when this person arrived at Divine Blade City, the Night Emperor also appeared in Divine Blade City.

"Moreover, during the First Grade Conference, when the Night Emperor appeared, the Third Young Master was nowhere to be found.

"Considering all this, it is highly possible that the Night Emperor and the Third Young Master are the same person!

"However... although the inner power of the two might be connected, the techniques they use are vastly different.

"One is proficient in Saber Fist Palm Technique, the other in Sword and Flying Saber.

"And regardless of which school of martial arts, without a decade or two of rigorous cultivation, it would be impossible to reach such a level as that of this person.

"The Third Young Master looks no more than twenty... logically speaking, it doesn’t make sense."

Prince Mu laughed.

His voice was not loud, echoing in the not-so-large cave, yet it caused the entire cave to tremble slightly.

And the coffins around him swayed because of it.

The coffin lids kept bouncing, as if the water beneath them was boiling, trying to lift the coffins, but to no avail.

"Quiet!"

Prince Mu pressed a hand on a coffin lid.

All the coffins calmed down.

"The Martial World is vast, with those stronger among the strong.

"Even if this king has reached such a high position, there are still myriad pressures above.

"Geniuses? Prodigies?

"They’re as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, countless.

"Logic? Logic is something only used to describe ordinary people.

"How can it be used to measure geniuses?

"How old is the Sect Leader? How about his Martial Arts?

"Even though my Celestial Evil Cult has many experts, does it not allow for a true dragon to rise from the weeds of the Martial World?

"Shi Ye... you are too arrogant."

As Prince Mu spoke, he supported himself on a coffin and slowly stood up.

Shi Ye neither lifted his head nor opened his eyes, yet vaguely felt that what stood before him was not a person... but a mountain.

His aura was like an abyss or a prison, and the moment he stood up, the blood droplets falling from the funnel-like cave top paused in mid-air.

A moment later, they fell.

Countless sorrows spread to every corner around them.

Shi Ye felt an overwhelming heaviness in his heart...

This heaviness did not originate from pressure, but from a sense of passing.

This ’passing’ was inexplicably grand and mighty, weighing heavily on one’s heart, as if bearing a mountain.

A sense of bitterness welled up from within, nearly driving one to tears.

The myriad arrangements within Celestial Secret Valley were all for one Celestial Demon Robe.

Yet to Shi Ye, these myriad arrangements were no match for a single Prince Mu.

The reason for those arrangements was simply because in the original plan, Prince Mu would not come...

Prince Mu took a step down from the coffin and approached Shi Ye:

"No matter whether he is the Third Young Master or the Night Emperor.

"Regardless of how illogical this matter is, it can be regarded as involving one person.

"Transmit the message back to the cult and let the Sect Leader decide.

"In my view... a person of this caliber should belong to my Celestial Evil Cult.

"But persuading someone like him to join the Celestial Evil Cult is likely impossible.

"Hmm, if he truly has concealed his identity, there might be a reason.

"We can try spreading the news that the Night Emperor and the Third Young Master are one and the same... perhaps it will lead to unexpected surprises."

As he said this, Prince Mu’s ears twitched slightly.

He chuckled:

"The blood sacrifice for the Celestial Demon Robe has arrived, and since the arrangements are gone, I can’t sit back and enjoy the fruits.

"Well then... let’s go meet it."

"Your Highness, please."

Shi Ye bowed and stood, extending a hand to lead the way.

Prince Mu stepped forward, with Shi Ye and two disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult following closely behind.

As for the Celestial Demon Robe, Prince Mu paid it no mind...

The group gradually disappeared down the staircase. Just after they left, with a sudden crack, a coffin lid suddenly tilted open, and a pale, gray hand, with a gray sleeve, extended out from within the coffin...

...

...

Just as Prince Mu had said.

The ’blood food’ of the Celestial Demon Robe have arrived.

Led by Wen Fusheng, a large group of Jianghu heroes, not including the monk, finally arrived at the Celestial Secret Valley as they wished.

The Celestial Secret Order was indeed used to open the gates of the Celestial Secret Valley.

There was a token-shaped indentation on the door, and when Wen Fusheng inserted the Celestial Secret Order into it.

The door slowly opened to both sides.

They saw a scene that Chu Qing had never seen before.

The ancient gate made a loud rumbling sound, carving deep marks on the ground and raising dust all over the sky.

They saw on the inside of the gate, a stone tablet engraved with ’Array of Celestial Secret Valley, Life and Death Beyond Heaven’.

Apart from Wen Fusheng and a few others, everyone else’s emotions were stirred up.

This was truly the Celestial Secret Valley!

The words of the monk were thrown to the back of everyone’s mind... An old beggar once said, people are foolish, unable to hold onto their true selves.

The more tightly you try to hold onto loose sand, the more slips away.

Now, upon seeing the stone tablet of the Celestial Secret Valley, this scene was played out vividly.

No matter how high the prestige of the monk, there were still those who couldn’t wait and used lightness skill to rush into the Celestial Secret Valley.

Afraid of being a step too late and having others snatch the treasures.

Wen Fusheng did not stop them...

You can’t stop someone doomed, even King Yama wouldn’t be able to persuade them to turn back.

The monk shook his head repeatedly, and Zuo Wenchuan clasped one palm in greeting and recited, ’Amitabha’.

Bian City grinned and glanced at Zhuo Ku among those masters:

"They’ve all gone seeking death, why aren’t you hurrying to follow?"

"...Hold your tongue, young one!"

Zhuo Ku sneered: "Today I won’t stoop to your level, but next time we meet in the martial world, I’ll teach you to mind your words."

"If my brother were here, he would’ve dealt with you with a single saber slash."

Bian City admitted that in terms of martial arts, he couldn’t beat Zhuo Ku, but with Wen Fusheng there, Zhuo Ku couldn’t kill him either.

In such a situation, though he might lose physically, he could at least win the war of words.

Zhuo Ku’s face turned livid several times, yet he was helpless.

But despite the bickering, they didn’t delay in action.

"Absolute Array Celestial Secret Valley, these buildings form an array, everyone follow this old monk!"

The monk approached and spoke up.

Wen Fusheng frowned slightly, glanced at the monk’s back...

He felt this person’s appearance was too coincidental, too abrupt.

The Three Wandering Immortals were always detached from worldly affairs, so why was the monk acting so hastily?

But there was no time to think deeply.

He hurried to follow with the others...

This old monk was indeed remarkable, the array here was far more complex and difficult than the ones among the thirteen paths before.

But the monk moved as if wandering through his own backyard, quickly leading everyone to avoid traps and pass through the great array.

Within moments, they had arrived in front of the Celestial Secret Tower.

As for those who arrived earlier... they were either still wandering within the valley’s array or injured by the traps within it.

So even though they set out first, Wen Fusheng and his group arrived first.

At a glance, they saw the scene of the Celestial Secret Tower.

Some lay dead in pools of blood, others were frozen in place.

For a moment, many looked at each other, finally realizing that what Wen Fusheng and the monk said was true.

But before they could think further, members of the Celestial Evil Cult, lying in wait under Shi Ye’s orders, had already charged out.

The battle erupted immediately, giving no one time to prepare.

Fortunately, Wen Fusheng had been alert, his Celestial Inference Star Control Skill suddenly displayed, with a single Nine Heavens Star Finger releasing a shooting star, three corpses fell to the ground.

At the same time, others also began engaging with the Celestial Evil Cult members.

Although the Jianghu people were many, the Celestial Evil Cult members were all with strange, fierce martial arts, either using the Blood Transformation Divine Palm or other demon skills, the fight in just moments had become a dire, fierce situation.

In the midst of the fighting, Wen Fusheng’s ears twitched, he suddenly looked up to see a platform deep within the tower slide aside.

But he did not pay attention to those coming out from behind the platform.

Instead, he looked towards the window behind the platform.

There, stood a person.

He held a saber in one hand, and something unknown in the other.

This person, dressed in cyan robe, was Chu Qing!

Wen Fusheng was taken aback:

"Why do you look like an assassin?"

Just at that moment, four people emerged from the passage.

Chu Qing waved his hand, scattering a spray of white powder.

Following this, the saber blade followed, aiming directly at the face of the gray-robed person wearing a mask at the forefront!