The Allure of the Martial Soul Chapter Thirteen: Midnight Conspiracy

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Chapter Thirteen: A Midnight
Conspiracy The monk's words were ambiguous, and Zi Die, only concerned for her beloved's comfort, didn't suspect anything amiss. She
hurriedly nodded, saying, "Thank you so much for saving me, Master! I am deeply grateful!"
The monk, however, knew she had misunderstood. His eyes darted around, and he continued, "Has the young lady considered this carefully?
The way I speak of is not an ordinary way. The way of borrowing lies with you, and the way of returning also lies with you.
As for how to return it, that is up to me."
The monk's words were extremely blunt; even a fool would understand. Sure enough, Zi Die immediately
grasped the deeper meaning, her face flushing with shame. She thought to herself, "This old monk is shameless! He wants me to
repay him with my body! If Si Dao knew this, he would rather die than agree." Thinking this, she glanced down at
Qin Si Dao in her arms, his face ashen and barely breathing, and a thought flashed through her mind. Sour, she gritted her teeth and said, "My body has long
been impure. What is this sacrifice for Qin Lang? Si Dao, don't blame me. To save
your life, I can't care about anything else." As soon as she made up her mind, she raised her white head slightly, her gaze meeting the
lecherous eyes of the Borrowing Monk. She bit her red lips and said, "If Master can save Qin Lang, this humble woman is willing to
serve you like a cow or a horse."
The Borrowing Monk's eyes lit up, and he suddenly laughed, "Hey, young lady, you're wrong. Although I am old and frail, I
still know how to cherish women. You would never do such a thing as a cow or a horse." After saying that, he
laughed loudly, and with a "thud," he struck the giant bell beneath him with his sleeves. His whole body, along with the giant bell beneath his feet
, rose into the air, hovering in mid-air. With another flick of his sleeve, he flew to Zi Die's side in an instant.
The Borrowing Monk's skill in maintaining his position in mid-air was so masterful that Zi Die gasped in astonishment, "
Is this a human or a ghost? There are people in the world who can stand in mid-air without any external force!"
The Borrowing Monk merely laughed, offering no explanation. With a flick of his sleeve, he extended a
wrinkled, withered hand and lifted the deeply sleeping Qin Si from Zi Die's back. Just then, the same sinister
voice shouted, "Borrowing Monk, how dare you break the rules established by our two sects
! Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?!" With that roar, dozens of thin, long sand arrows instantly materialized on the ground, rising
and falling, hurtling towards the Borrowing Monk and Zi Die.
Seeing this, the monk did not dodge. He glanced sideways and smiled leisurely, "Palace Masters, do you think you can kill this old monk
?" With a flick of his hand, he slammed his hand on the giant bell. As soon as the bell rang, the dozens of fierce sand
arrows instantly turned into a cloud of flying sand and dissipated into the air. However, this time it did not simply disperse like before. The cloud of sand
fell for a moment, but then, as if subjected to some force, it suddenly jumped up and slowly gathered in the air, condensing
into a sword.
The monk, noticing the sand sword regrouping, frowned and shouted, "Disperse!"
He struck out with both palms, left and right, striking the giant bell beneath him once more. A series of booming sounds echoed as a large
cloud of sand rose and fell in mid-air, gathering and dispersing repeatedly. The
monk, growing impatient, flicked his sleeve, unleashing an invisible force. The sand and gravel in the air
exploded with a series of crackling sounds upon contact, transforming into wisps of black smoke that rose and
vanished. The
monk remained unmoved and slowly asked, "Palace Masters, what do you think?" Before he finished speaking, a voice boomed from afar,
"Is that the demonic monk, Borrowing and Returning? Let this old man have a go at you!" Soon after, a streak of azure sword light
flashed from the woods.
The monk shook his head and laughed, "Protector Lu, your brother Yin Youyuan is not here. You alone with your
sword cannot defeat me." He then turned to a corner of the forest and said, "As for the Palace Masters, your divine skills
are not yet fully developed. If you were to fight me, it would only result in mutual destruction. The Palace Masters are intelligent people and
I believe they understand the dangers involved. I don't need to explain all the reasons." With that,
he laughed loudly, then ignored the two men, flicked his sleeves, and lifted Qin Sidao and Zi Die onto his shoulders.
He then floated leisurely towards the iron bridge, his feet resting on the giant bell.
Lu Xiting's face turned ashen, his sword-wielding hand trembling violently. He made a move to give chase, but then he heard Zhu Qingtian behind him say ,
"Enough, Protector Lu, come back to the palace with me. We'll settle this score another day!" Before the words were finished, Lu
Xiting suddenly let out a sharp, clear whistle, his figure swaying several times
before disappearing into the forest with a few sharp "whoosh" sounds, vanishing instantly into a dense grove.
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The full moon sank in the west, the moonlight growing late, revealing an empty, boundless expanse
. The soft moonlight, like a silver waterfall, cascaded silently down, coating the tranquil land with a faint silver glow, its shimmering light further emphasizing its vastness and gentle beauty. The sky
was as black as ink, filled with countless stars, like countless bright pearls embedded in it, shimmering and dazzling. In the distance, a
vast Milky Way stretched across the sky, like a long, white pearl curtain hanging upside down, ethereal and suspended above the heavens, or like a silver
dragon swaying its head and tail, gracefully soaring atop the clouds.
Under the dense moonlight, the Cold Moon Palace was dimly lit, with only a few tiny lights flickering before the windows
. Suddenly, a voice boomed from inside: "Protector Lu, is this true? That Nine-Nine Finger-Snap Immortal, Chu Yumo,
is truly dead?"
Protector Lu replied, "Palace Masters, this is absolutely true. I initially didn't believe it when I heard it,
but after sending people to inquire privately, and considering the recent movements of the Kunwu Sect, I've confirmed its
veracity."
The Palace Masters trembled violently upon hearing this, and hurriedly ... He stood up and said, "This is terrible! I knew there must be a reason why that monk who borrowed and returned things
appeared on Blind Intestine Mountain. Now it seems he really came to find out the structure of my Cold Moon Palace.
Protector Lu, quickly send someone down to instruct all the disciples of Cold Moon Palace to begin preparations for the southward migration immediately
. Kill all the palace servants and maids!"
Upon hearing this, Protector Lu was also startled and stood up abruptly, saying, "Palace Masters, in my opinion, there's no
need to be so careful. The Luo Men Demon Cult's ambitions lie with the Seven Righteous Sects, not with my Cold Moon Palace. Besides, if it leads its followers..."
If they invade, we'll simply fight them head-on. With me and my second brother backing us up, how could we possibly lose?
"This is unacceptable!" The palace masters' faces tightened. "Protector Lu, have you forgotten how the Luo Men Sect
absorbed its branches? The reason my Cold Moon Palace was able to break away from the main sect was because they were fighting amongst themselves and had no time to attend
to us. We then launched a surprise attack, resulting in a Pyrrhic victory. In this battle, the Luo Men Sect only sent
two of the Four Demons of Wujue, Mud Wind and Earth, to guard Wuji Peak, and our sect lost two Protectors, Xuanhuang and Huang. This shows that the Luo
Men Sect is far stronger than my Cold Moon Palace. Protector Lu, think about it again. What if the Luo Men Sect
sent out all four demons and nine monsters this time? What would their chances of winning be? What would the result be?"
Protector Lu remained silent for a long time with a gloomy face before finally saying, "Even so, I will obey."
The palace masters were also quick-witted. Seeing that Protector Lu's words revealed displeasure, they immediately stepped forward and tried to comfort
him. "Alas, I do not wish to abandon the foundation of the Cold Moon Palace built over hundreds of years.
It is only because the Luo Men Sect has become so powerful that I have no choice but to resort to this tactic. As long as the Cold Moon Palace preserves its strength, and when the Luo Men Sect and
the Seven Righteous Sects clash, we may well rise from the ashes." As he spoke, he paced around the purple-gold armchair
, looked up and sighed, "Protector Lu, to be honest, what I am most worried about right now is not this matter, but
Qin Sidao, the successor of the Nine-Nine Sect. Since ancient times, whenever a member of the Nine-Nine Sect becomes powerful and falls, a successor will emerge. This is an
unchanging law of the Heavenly Hidden lineage. Chu Yumo was like this, and so was Zhuxing Da. And if Qin Sidao were
to succeed one day, how could he easily let go of the Cold Moon Palace? Whenever I think of this, how can I not worry?" After saying this,
he sighed softly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes as he stared intently at Protector Lu beside him.
Protector Lu was startled, realizing that the palace masters had already seen through his deliberate release of Qin Sidao. Their
words were a warning to him to be less arrogant; if it weren't for the sect's urgent need for manpower, they might have eliminated him
. The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately channeled his refined internal energy, remaining vigilant. However, he calmly said, "
Palace masters need not worry too much. Qin Sidao has already been poisoned by the palace master's Crimson Purple Poison. I believe that even if he is rescued by that monk,
he will not survive."
"Is that so?" The palace masters glanced at Protector Lu and said, "That Demon Monk who borrowed and returned the item ranks second among the Four Demons of Wujue.
His Nine Deaths Demonic Attack is truly no less than mine. If we're talking about curing this Crimson Purple Poison, I believe it's not a problem for him.
Besides, he's greedy and lustful, and with that vixen Purple Butterfly acting as his go-between, Qin Sidao's poison must have an antidote." As he
spoke, he noticed that Protector Lu's brows were furrowed, and a faint, chilling light shone from his right sleeve. With just a glance, he knew
what Lu was thinking. He waved his hand and laughed loudly, "Speaking of which..." " I have a matter I wish to entrust to Protector Lu. I wonder if
Protector Lu could do it for me?"
Protector Lu stared intently at the palace masters, his expression unchanged, and said, "Palace masters, please speak freely."
The palace masters slowly said, "This matter is quite simple. Protector Lu only needs to personally send a few disciples
to spread rumors about Qin Sidao outside, saying that Qin Sidao killed dozens of his fellow disciples to join the Luo Men Demon Sect and kidnapped
my beloved concubine, Zi Die, from the palace."
Upon hearing this, Protector Lu felt relieved, and his tense brows relaxed slightly. Knowing that he wanted her to atone for her crime
by forgiving past transgressions, she couldn't help but worry about Qin Sidao's future well-being. She thought, "That old
fellow is indeed cunning. Once this poisonous plan gets out, even if Qin survives, he'll face the entire righteous
martial arts world. Besides, he has a delicate young woman with him; where can these two find peace?"
Thinking of this, she sighed, shook her head, and was about to take her leave when she heard a light knock at the door. "
This servant, Ziyun, has come specifically to..." "I have come to apologize to the Palace Masters."
The Palace Masters' faces darkened for a moment, then returned to normal, a smile playing on their lips. They said in a deep voice, "Come in—"
Protector Lu thought to himself, "This little girl's timing is terrible. She's in for a world of hurt." Thinking of her
stunning beauty, which was about to be violated by this man, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward, cupped
his hands in apology, and said, "I'll take care of this. The Palace Masters can rest assured." With that, he glanced at Ziyun,
flicked his long sleeves, and pushed open the door.

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