Chapter 432: Daring and Reckless (4)
Madam Wutan was an extremely cold and beautiful woman. At first glance, she looked like a young girl of twenties. A chill seeped into her bones, and her beautiful little face was covered with a layer of frost, which made the dozens of disciples following behind her tremble with fear. Even Madam Gouwen uneasy when she saw her cold face.
The clothing style is very different from that of other disciples of Wanhua Sect.
Madam Wutan's dress was extremely conservative, a bit like an old concubine who had been widowed for a hundred years in the deep palace after her husband the emperor died.
Her long hair was neatly spread out behind her, and she was wearing a thick black palace dress with a high collar that almost covered her entire slender neck. The wide sleeves of the robe were drooping, and the fluttering sleeves almost fell to the ground.
Except for her snow-white little face, not even a finger of Mrs. Wutan was exposed.
Moreover, unlike the other disciples of Wanhua Sect, who all smelled like they were marinated with spices, she did not have any odors from sachets or perfume bags, only a chill like a glacier in winter.
Mrs. Gelsemium smiled brightly.
Madam Wu Tan glanced at her coldly and shook her head slightly without smiling: "You don't need to worry too much about Yao Ying... She is so old, her own cultivation is enough, and there are a few old maids following her, what can go wrong?"
"The Fallen God Whip hasn't moved?"
"Is there any noise underground ?"
"Are those thieves in the back mountain still honest? Is there anyone who can't bear the inner demon tribulation and turned to join our sect?"
Without waiting for Madam Gouwen to recover, Madam Wutan asked herself and answered: "The old ancestor is still a little concerned about these thieves... The inner demon calamity must continue, but it doesn't need to be too severe. After all, we have to leave some offspring for Hanyue Temple, but we can't let them have too much freedom."
"In short, you have to grasp the right measure here."
Madam Gouwen agreed reluctantly, and with a smile invited Madam Wutan to go to her residence to rest for a while and wash off the dust.
Madam Wu Tan shook her head and said calmly, "I don't have time to rest. How many disciples does Han Yue Temple have now?"
Madam Goushi was stunned for a moment: "Senior sister, are you asking?"
Madam Wu Tan drooped her eyelids, glanced at a group of handsome monks who were looking around and acting furtively in the distance, and said calmly: "How many of the little thieves in Hanyue Temple are above the Golden Lotus Realm?"
Madam Gouwen blinked her eyes and replied cautiously, "I don't know the exact number, but probably... a hundred years ago, there were tens of millions of disciples in Hanyue Temple. But, as you know, the cultivation of these young monks is sometimes high and sometimes low... Some young monks who had originally reached the Golden Lotus Blossom or Condensing Dao Fruit realm were attacked too harshly by the disciples, and their cultivation dropped. This kind of situation happens a lot."
With a dry laugh, Madam Gouwen muttered in a low voice, "How many disciples above the Golden Lotus Realm do they have now? A million? Probably there are..."
Madam Wu Tan snorted coldly: "Draw 300,000 disciples of Hanyue Temple who are above the golden lotus, and then select one million inner disciples from our own disciples... We will join hands with the second fleet of the Barbarian King Palace to expedition to Jishengtian."
With a faint light flashing in her eyes, Madam Wu Tan said calmly: "Choose from the disciples who have stayed in Hanyue Temple these days. Explain the words to them more thoroughly... Let those rough guys in the Barbarian King Palace do the fighting... All disciples of our sect should be smarter."
"The news coming back from Jishengtian is not good. The first wave of disciples sent out by the twelve sects suffered heavy casualties. Elder Blood God and his men also lost several clones... I really don't know what the hell they are doing. They are just a bunch of old trash."
"But, that's fine. If they take down Jishengtian, there will be no chance for our sect to reap the benefits... You should explain clearly to the selected disciples that they want the benefits, but... their own lives are more important. How to reap the benefits from those stupid men, you don't need me to teach you, right?"
Mrs. Gelsemium smiled sweetly and nodded slightly.
Madam Wu Tan snorted lightly, and a dark cloud surged under her feet, transforming into a dark night-blooming cereus, which carried her straight up into the sky, parting the pink evil clouds and going straight to the core of the evil cloud formed by the aura of desire.
The Fallen God Whip was quietly suspended here, slowly swallowing up evil clouds. On the delicate whip, strange pink patterns were faintly visible. As soon as Madam Wu Tan approached, these patterns suddenly emitted a large amount of rosy light, and countless indescribable figures of men and women suddenly emerged, entangled together like a fight between grass snakes .
The terrifying evil force silently enveloped the area of several miles in radius. Madam Wu Tan was drawn into the evil force. A large blush suddenly appeared on her little face, which was as cold as an iceberg, and thick moisture suddenly seeped out of her cold and ruthless eyes.
Her body swayed, blood spurted out of her mouth, and more than 30% of her blood and energy was lost in an instant.
A master who has reached the Half-Step Illuminating the Void realm has extremely abundant essence and blood. Compared with ordinary mortals, the concentration is not just a thousand, ten thousand, or even more than a hundred thousand times.
Thirty percent of her blood and essence evaporated out of thin air, Madam Wutan's face turned pale, and her two rosy lips shrank.
Madam Wu Tan gritted her teeth, uttered a command spell, formed seals with her hands, and slowly reached towards the Fallen God Whip.
Her ten fingers emitted wisps of strange light that shook people's minds and souls, and her hands firmly grasped the Fallen God Whip. The Fallen God Whip flashed again, and a large area of light exploded between Madam Wu Tan's hands and the Fallen God Whip. Circles of evil power rolled, and Madam Wu Tan's ten fingers were broken at the same time.
Madam Wu Tan groaned in pain, her cold eyes gleaming with ferocity: "You have enjoyed our offerings for so many years, yet you are still so unruly. What use is there for you? Do you really think we can do nothing to you?"
The light from the Fallen God Whip suddenly dimmed, and then another strong light flashed.
Madam Wu Tan did not force the resistance this time. She took two steps back, and a sharp ghost cry came out from her sleeve. A goat skull that was pale white, only the size of a fist, but with a pair of sharp black horns about a foot long and emitting a monstrous and ferocious aura flew out from her sleeve. It opened its mouth and dozens of black lightning bolts fell on the Fallen God Whip.
Countless strange human body illusions exploded all over the Fallen God Whip, and black electric light swirled around the Fallen God Whip.
A low hissing sound came from the body of the Fallen God Whip, and its light suddenly dimmed. All external strange signs disappeared. Madam Wu Tan snorted coldly and carefully grabbed the Fallen God Whip with both hands.
A pink divine light gushed out from the Fallen God Whip, continuously washing over Madam Wutan's hands.
Her broken fingers healed quickly and her lost energy also recovered rapidly.
The evil clouds around were constantly absorbed by the Fallen God Whip, and turned into strands of ambiguous warm air that was injected into Madam Wu Tan's body. Madam Wu Tan let out a low moan and nodded with satisfaction: "That's great... Following our sect, you will naturally have infinite luck. With so many female disciples in our sect, the seven emotions and six desires aroused, are you afraid that I can't satisfy you?"
"Except for my Wanhua Sect, is there any other sect in the vast Yuanling Heaven that is so compatible with you?"
The pale goat skull flew back into Madam Wutan's sleeve, and the Fallen God Whip flashed a flash of water without comment, allowing Madam Wutan to carry him and slowly descend from the evil cloud.
Mrs. Gelsemium was still standing there waiting.
Seeing the Fallen God Whip in Madam Wutan's hand, Madam Gouwen exclaimed: "As expected of you, you are the head sister. You have to do it yourself... Hey, I have been in charge of Hanyue Temple for so many years. I have also tried to communicate with Him, but I lost a lot of blood and energy, and wasted a lot of practice... Tsk!"
Madam Wu Tan smiled calmly and said quietly, "So, in the secular world, the emperors and generals like to say that the divine weapons should be owned by those with virtue and talent... There is some truth to that."
Madam Gouwen opened her mouth, looked at the boastful Madam Wutan, and nodded repeatedly with a dry laugh: "Senior sister, what you said couldn't be more reasonable... Among all the sisters among us, only you, senior sister... are the most worthy of this treasure!"
Madam Wu Tan stopped talking and headed straight for the back mountain of Hanyue Temple with dozens of her disciples.
Then, they saw the empty wooden houses and thatched huts in the back mountain.
"Where are they?" Madam Wu Tan's eyes widened. "Where are those little thieves? Why aren't any of them here? Didn't I tell you that even if it means delaying their practice and torturing their Zen mind... don't go too far!"
"Where is this person? Could it be that he was called out by those little girls to do hard labor?" Madam Gouwen looked at the empty forest with a dazed look on her face. She turned around abruptly and shouted at the group of female disciples who were following her, ordering them to go find that person quickly.
No one believed that the menial monks of Hanyue Temple had run away.
They just thought that those female disciples had called these unlucky monks out to do hard labor again.
However, after all, their Wanhua Sect's ancestor had a vow with the old abbot of Hanyue Temple, and the true tradition of Hanyue Temple cannot be destroyed... Even if the monks are asked to do the work on weekdays, there will always be a group of monks staying in the mountains to meditate, chant scriptures and worship Buddha, so they won't withdraw all the people!
"These disciples are getting worse and worse... too spoiled. We should pick out a few of the unlucky ones and punish them severely, even if it's just killing chickens for later use." Madam Wu Tan looked at Madam Gou Wen expressionlessly: "Before they set off for Ji Sheng Tian, we should sort out the rules of the sect. Otherwise, if we take them out and offend some old monsters, it will be troublesome again."
Mrs. Goushi agreed timidly.
The two of them said nothing more and just stood there quietly waiting for news.
After a long time, a group of female disciples in charge came back panting, their eyes wide open and their faces pale as they reported to Madam Wu Tan: "Master, we have mobilized countless disciples to search the mountains in front and behind... those errand monks... errand monks..."
"They're all gone!" A female disciple in charge knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.
She was responsible for supervising these menial monks, and was also in charge of the daily tests such as the inner demon tribulations given to the menial monks.
The menial monks disappeared.
She has to take the blame!
Madam Wutan looked expressionlessly at the disciple in charge kneeling on the ground, and glanced at Madam Gouwen: "Investigate thoroughly. If you can't find the person, you go and explain to the ancestor yourself that you killed all the true disciples of her old lover..."
As she spoke, Madam Wutan raised her whip and smashed the kneeling female disciple to pieces, leaving only a pink soul floating in the air in a daze.
"Take him away and search his soul!"
