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Chapter 841: Chapter 266: Xi Xi and Her Underworld Masters, Qingming Divine Sect Ancestor Worship Great God Accepts Disciples [Request for Monthly Ticket]_4

The next moment, his pupils contracted once more.

Because, behind the Bull Demon, one figure after another appeared.

A lean and cold persona wearing a Horse Face Mask.

A persona wearing the Divine Monkey Mask, carrying a staff, exuding wild arrogance.

And another, standing with hands clasped behind his back, donning a ferocious Thunder Dragon Mask, lightning arcs coursing across, radiating unparalleled dominance.

“The… Underworld villains?!”

Hong Lei’s face turned ashen…

These were the ones who had executed the Western Camp General of the Divine Guard Army, You Liqing, on the spot, injured a Martial Saint, and aided in the assault and killing of a Martial Saint!

Elusive, their tracks impossible to capture!

What right did he, Hong Lei, have to be able to confront the villains directly?!

The Bull Demon, towering like Tower Mountain, slightly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Hong Lei.

A raspy voice, like the edge of a blade, gently scraped against Hong Lei’s throat.

“Bet everything on number ten…”

“Li Nuanxi.”

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“The Underworld villains appeared together at the Qiankun Gambling House? To bet on Li Nuanxi?”

“And the Underworld Horse Face placed a bet with a Fifth-Order Middle-Level Divinity Crystal? Betting so big?”

“If the Underworld villains’ gamble proves correct, and the Qiankun Gambling House refuses to pay out, or if they call upon the Su Family’s Martial Saints and Divine Fetus to encircle and kill the villains… would the Underworld dare to come then?”

“What do you think? Would the Underworld dare?”

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The news of the Underworld villains openly placing bets spread like a storm, almost overshadowing the momentum of the Sect Master’s Direct Disciple Examination.

However, it was well-known among major forces that the Bull Demon had always had a close relationship with Li Nuanxi.

Thus, the Bull Demon rallying the Underworld villains to bet on Li Nuanxi wasn’t entirely shocking.

What startled people was the way the villains swaggered publicly, acting unrestrained and fearless.

After all, the Underworld, in collaboration with the Yellow Sword Wine, had slaughtered the Su Family’s disciples and even killed the Su Family Patriarch, Su Wenxi, completely severing ties with the Su Family.

So many were curious—how did the Underworld villains dare to act with such brazen audacity?

But upon reflection, the Underworld’s actions seemed to show that they did not regard the Su Family at all.

And indeed, the Underworld had the capital to be this arrogant.

By the time Su Family Patriarch Su Daoling arrived, the Underworld villains had long since disappeared without a trace.

Qian Yuan Divine Sect.

Inner Sect, Divine Talisman Tower.

“Husband~~~!”

“You must take good care of Xi Xi. Xi Xi is, after all, my disciple, Xuan Qisha. If she gets eliminated during the Direct Disciple Examination, it would be such a loss of face for your wife!”

“Husband, let me pull some strings, okay?”

Xuan Qisha clasped her hands together, her watery eyes filled with a pitiful plea.

Lv Taibai, with a doting smile, rubbed her head affectionately.

“My dear, don’t be naughty.”

“Xi Xi doesn’t need shortcuts.”

“That little girl…”

“Someone will naturally help her.”

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February 26, Qingming Festival.

During Qingming, the drizzling rain falls incessantly, the travelers on the road feel their spirits consumed by sorrow.

The spring rain continued to fall lightly, and in the depths of Qianyuan Taoist City, a sprawling mountain range resembling a giant dragon coiled between the city was shrouded in misty rain, with a faint glimpse of a peak adorned with blooming red plum blossoms.

Dong——!

A resonant chime echoed from within the Qian Yuan Divine Sect Mountain Gate.

This was an ancient Divine Bell that only rang for events of monumental importance, said to have been left by the founding ancestor of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect.

It carried a unique significance.

The bell sound rippled across the city, dislodging two or three peach petals from the peach trees lining the streets.

The petals fell to the rain-soaked ground, dampened by the raindrops, and were subsequently crushed by the wheels of passing carriages, sticking to them as they rolled forward.

Today was Qingming, a special time of the year, and also the day for an event that had captured the city’s full attention.