Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Old You Yun sighed once: ”White Cloud Village as well.”

The two sides had previously been restraining each other, but now that the situation had become clear, investing to deal with Ning Zhuo was far more beneficial to them.

Only then did Yin Baiming slowly lift his eyes.

His irises were gray-white, and his voice was hoarse: ”Since all of you agree, Xiang Si Sect will invite the Three Brave of Xiang Sect out of the mountain. But the rules remain the same: payment is made first, injuries are charged separately. The Three Brave sell their lives, not favors.”

The Cultivators looked at one another and nodded simultaneously.

Having concluded this deal, they felt both heavy and relieved.

The heavy part was that the price of inviting out the Three Brave of Xiang Sect was very high.

The relief lay in the fact that the Three Brave of Xiang Sect—triplets from the same womb, all Golden Core, their Innate Life and Death Together cultivation already having reached the level of Divine Skills—such a trump-card Cultivator combination would absolutely be able to crush Ning Zhuo. This, in turn, would shake the very foundations of Nanming Village!

Nanming Village, the Territorial Expansion Alliance, and Flowing Cloud Peak were fighting over the Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar under a pact of five victories.

The Flowing Gold Guest would fight three battles against Ning Zhuo.

At the same time, in the shadows, the Three Brave of Xiang Sect from Xiang Si Sect were about to be invited into action as the final safeguard.

Around the major powers on Flowing Cloud Peak, the decisive, formal struggle to stop Nanming Village from charging the peak and founding their village was thus fully set in motion!

The location of the three battles had already been changed to the Cloud Stone Martial Arts Arena.

This Martial Arts Arena was vast, with formation walls hanging high on all sides. Array Patterns slithered like silver serpents, layers of light screens unfolding, neatly partitioning the stands, Cloud Corridors, Flying Boats, and viewing platforms.

The people who came today were far more numerous than in the previous two battles!

The distant Cloud Bridges were packed with Loose Cultivators, while the nearer high platforms were occupied by the various peaks and halls of the Myriad Images Sect and the major powers of Flowing Cloud Peak.

Lei Wangyue of the Thunder Cloud Association sat on the eastern side, rolling two Purple Thunder Iron Galls back and forth in his palm. Each time the iron galls made a full turn, fine threads of lightning burst between his fingers.

Ye Qingming sat behind a curtain, tea smoke curling like Niaoniao, the rim of his celadon cup stained with a thin line of pale green.

Zhao Ni of Bird and Beast Manor wore an old fur coat; behind him, several Beast Taming Cultivators led Spiritual Dogs and carried Golden Eagles.

Xu Duanchao of the Broken Water Blade Pavilion leaned against the wall, cradling his blade.

The Golden Hairpin Old Woman, leaning on her cane, sat in the seats of the Golden Stone Alliance, her eyelids drooping.

Wen Suzhen, Jin Mantang, Qiu Lei, You Yunshou and the others had also arrived.

Many people from Nanming Village had come as well.

Chun Yangzi’s Red Gold Taoist Robe reflected the sunlight, the three thousand characters of the Pure Yang Pill Scripture on his robe faintly appearing and disappearing. He sat upright on the high platform, disciples of the Pure Yang Palace standing solemnly behind him.

The Red Robe Guest half-reclined on a fire-patterned wooden chair, his crimson robe spread like a blood-red evening glow, the corners of his eyes carrying their habitual insolence.

The Nine Fire Dragon Lord sat cross-legged without moving, flame patterns on his forehead emerging like Dragon Scales.

Situ Xing hugged his Sword, Shen Xi played with a Jade Seal, Lin Jinglong lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, while Tao Liang shrank back to a slightly rearward position, where not so many eyes fell on him, making him feel at ease.

Tu Yuanzi was there as well. He sat very properly, both hands resting on his knees, his eyes bright.

The arena’s formation bell rang softly, and the discussions and clamor outside died away by more than half.

Under countless gazes, the Flowing Gold Guest formally entered the arena!

His dark-gold robe clung to his figure; the robe bore no extra patterns, only a faint, dusky golden sheen, like golden liquid slowly flowing beneath the cloth.