【Immortal Destiny】(Part 2, Chapter 96)

Chapter 96 Unexpected Turn of Events

Seeing Yang still dressed in blue, playing chess in the pavilion, Cen Zhu rushed inside.

"Yang," Cen Zhu said, looking troubled.

"Did you come for Meng Ji, my lord?" Yang remained engrossed in his game, not looking up.

"You know?? Then do you know any way to save Meng Ji?" Cen Zhu was overjoyed. She hadn't expected

the scroll 's power to be so miraculous. Yang, being inside, could know the outside world; in that case, Meng Ji was definitely saved.

"Rest assured, my lord, Meng Ji will be safe and sound, but the one who saves him is not you," Yang said calmly

.

"If not me, then who else could save him? Who is it?" Cen Zhu found talking to Yang exhausting;

each time, she became more confused.

"I cannot say, I cannot say! Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed," Yang gently shook his head.

Cen Zhu didn't know how to react. She should have confidence in Yang's abilities, but he wouldn't say anything

, only that Meng Ji was saved. How could she be at ease?

"Yang, I don't trust anyone else. I want to save him myself. Do you have a way to save him?" Cen Zhu couldn't

believe such vague words. She preferred to believe in her own strength. Even if her strength was weak, it was still

real power, much more reassuring than the promise of "someone to save him."

"My lord, don't be anxious or panicked. When the time comes, you will know." Yang remained calm and composed.

Seeing that she couldn't get any more information from Yang, Cen Zhu could only sigh and leave.

After she recited the incantation and left the scroll, Yang calmly said, "It is fate, it is fate."

Cen Zhu returned to her room and stared blankly out the window.

Looking at the bustling street, she suddenly felt lost.

If Yang also had no way to save Meng Ji, could the three of them really rescue him successfully?

She had always been optimistic, and considered it one of her strengths, but at this moment, she couldn't be optimistic at

all .

No! She would never give up. Even if Yang couldn't help her, she would find a way.

As she sat in her room, racking her brains for other ways to save him, a streak of light flashed by.

This was the escape light of a high-level Nascent Soul cultivator. For some reason, as the light headed towards the Thousand Leaf Sect, Cen Zhu felt

a vague unease.

Her heart raced; for some reason, it seemed like an ominous sign.

An ominous sign is a kind of precognitive ability. Whether good or bad, when a cultivator reaches a certain level,

under certain circumstances, they can sense destiny.

The perception of destiny is not frequent; after all, not everyone encounters such opportunities.

But at this moment, Cen Zhu felt a strong sense of unease—this was the perception of an ominous sign.

What was going on? Could Meng Ji be in trouble?

Cen Zhu quickly slapped an invisibility talisman on herself and rushed to the Thousand Leaf Sect. She sent a communication talisman to the next room, and

in her haste, without waiting for Xuan Yuan Che's reply, she flew away on her sword.

Cen Zhu thought anxiously, "Please don't let something happen to Meng Ji!"

While flying at high speed on her sword, she was suddenly pulled downwards by a strong suction force from the forest.

What was happening? Why couldn't she fly? What had happened?

She was both anxious and helpless. Who had placed this restriction here, and why had she been so unlucky as to stumble

into it?

The restriction's pull was too strong; her journey was destined to be delayed because of it.

Realizing her current agitation, she knew she couldn't save anyone if she continued like this. She had no choice but to jump off

her flying sword and find a patch of grass to sit and meditate, silently reciting a calming mantra.

When she finally calmed down, she was almost stunned by what she saw.

What was going on? This place had been an ordinary forest, but in the blink of an eye, it had become shrouded

in mist , eerie and terrifying. And suddenly, more than thirty demonic cultivators appeared before her. She quickly patted

an invisibility talisman on herself to conceal her presence, fearing that the numerous demonic cultivators would discover her.

A woman spoke with an extremely seductive voice, "Wang Buqun, are you sure there won't be any problems? There are only

thirty-odd of us, is it possible for us to defeat him?"

"Don't worry," the woman replied, "I've been planning this for a long time. For the past ten years, I've burned Ningxiang in his cultivation room every day.

This incense is harmless on its own, but when combined with Huanling Sacred Grass, it becomes an incurable poison.

I refined Huanling Sacred Grass into hair ornaments and clothing, which I gave to his maids. It took ten years of effort to

combine . This poison, 'Wanwu,' is extremely difficult to cure. When I noticed the tiny red dot at the corner of his eye,

I knew the plan was complete."

"I didn't expect you to have been secretly plotting for so long," the woman said with a seductive smile. It seemed this woman was

indeed extremely cunning; as one of the four top experts by her master's side, she had betrayed him with such ruthlessness. However,

everyone has their own interests at heart, and as demonic cultivators, they don't have any inner demons. They've always acted recklessly.

Today she was only conspiring with Wang Buqun for the promised treasure. If someone else offered better terms, she

would definitely rush into their arms without hesitation.

"Hmph! If it weren't for this method, given his suspicious nature, do you think you could have fooled him?" Wang Buqun's face

darkened. He thought today was the day for revenge, and the corners of his usually downturned mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

"What's the plan next?" The woman's voice was still charming, but a hint of malice could be heard in her tone.

"Listen carefully."

The man whispered in the woman's ear, but his voice was so soft that it was probably a secret communication.

Cen Zhu's cultivation was inferior to theirs, so she had no idea what they were plotting.

She only felt that the black robes of the demonic cultivator in front of her looked very familiar. Ah! That's it! It was the person who attacked her when she attended the Nanshan Sect's Nascent Soul Cultivation

Conference.

Who exactly were these people targeting?

The current situation was completely unrelated to Cen Zhu, and she had no desire to concern herself with the grudges at hand. However, she

was now forced to learn of their conspiracy, and it seemed

utterly impossible for her to break through the encirclement of over twenty Core Formation demonic cultivators.

At this moment, she was incredibly grateful for the spirit-concealing talisman her master had given her. Without it, even if she applied invisibility talismans

, it would be impossible to conceal her aura from these high-level cultivators.

Time slowly passed, and Cen Zhu dared not move an inch, continuously reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in her mind. After all,

the current situation was extremely strange; over thirty demonic cultivators were guarding this place, seemingly intending to kill someone, but they…

Yet, each of them exuded an aura of restlessness and unease, suggesting that their intended target was no ordinary being.

Of the thirty-odd demonic cultivators, more than half were at the peak of the Core Formation stage, indicating that their intended assassin was

certainly at the Nascent Soul level or higher. Cen Zhu couldn't help but secretly hope that the commotion they caused would

lure out the Nascent Soul female cultivator from the Thousand Leaf Sect, allowing her to capture her in one fell swoop. In that case, perhaps Meng Ji could escape smoothly.

This was, of course, wishful thinking on Cen Zhu's part, but sitting here was incredibly boring, and the pressure

was immense. If she didn't indulge in some wild thoughts, she feared she would go mad under this invisible pressure.

Two more hours passed, and just as Cen Zhu felt she was nearing her breaking point, a black-clad male cultivator wearing a blood-red

cloak instantly appeared among the demonic cultivators.

Cen Zhu looked closely and recognized him as the Nascent Soul Dao Lord who had led the attack during the Nascent Soul Assembly.

She remembered that back then, everyone called him the number one demonic cultivator of the Heavenly Realm—Fei Xianghan.

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