Chapter 160 Be Prepared
"There are more than ten powerful tribes in southern Xinjiang, many of which are tough. It would be a waste of time to deal with them. In my opinion, it is better to deal with the hidden dangers of the Sanyi Sect."

The blind elder suggested this.

Even after so many years, his eyes still ached. In the battle that year, Zuo Rutong not only broke into their clan territory and killed dozens of elite soldiers, causing the subsequent lack of successors, but also destroyed his eyes with a sword.

The chief priest standing nearby, with a face as old as a withered tree and a tall, thin body, was leaning on a cane and pondering:

"Who is in charge of Trinity Sect now?"

"Zuo Lao'er's junior fellow apprentice, Jiang Mo."

Liu Po ​​was still frightened and said, "This man is very troublesome. Many of the old guys in the Central Plains were killed by him before. Even the assassination forces were wiped out."

"If the ancestor hadn't successfully come to this world, I really wouldn't know how to deal with him."

"Have you fought with him?" the blind old man asked, wanting to know the approximate strength of his enemy.

"Not yet."

Liu Po ​​thought of the rumors given by Yin Chengfeng and said suspiciously:

"Recently, many strange people in the Central Plains have regarded him as a land immortal, and the rumors are very mysterious. I'm afraid he has surpassed the old man Zuo in the past."

The short and fat elder knew his limits. His cloudy eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he sighed with regret:

"It seems that there is no hope for us to join forces. We still need our ancestors to make the final decision and kill them before we can destroy the entire Trinity clan."

Hearing this, everyone present felt sad.

Back then, they brought together the masters of their clan to besiege Zuo Rutong, but they were defeated, and two of the transmission containers that were about to hold the ceremony were also killed.

At the last critical moment, it was the ancestor sleeping underground who took action and caused him to leave with serious injuries.

The chief priest stroked his white beard, full of concerns, and said, "The Trinity Sect is too far away, and it is the home ground of the Central Plains people. The Taoist sects such as Longhu, Shangqing, and Wudang all have grudges against us."

"If they try to stop us, our clan alone will be too weak to defeat the many sects in the Middle Earth."

"So, what do you mean?"

The short and fat old man's tone was mixed with expectations. This great elder was superior to them in terms of strength and strategy, and his opinions were worth referring to.

"Be prepared."

"Subdue the tribes in southern Xinjiang and borrow their strength to fight the enemy. Consume the power of the Three One Sect. This can not only further weaken the power of these tribes, but also reduce the casualties of our people. This is one of the reasons."

"Secondly, we should change the main battlefield. We don't need to go to the Central Plains to take risks. Let them come to the Southern Border!"

"Capture hostages from towns adjacent to the southern border, and have the hostages' relatives go and beg the Trinity Gate. If they don't come in one day, ten people will die because of them."

"If one day doesn't work, then ten days will do. If ten days doesn't work, then a thousand days will do. I want to see if his Sanyi Sect can handle this overwhelming karma."

The plan of the High Priest, now that the ancestor has been resurrected, is perfect, ruthless and effective.

"You have to be thoughtful."

The blind old man was the first to agree to his arrangement: "I have no objection."

"If you want to capture the hostages, leave it to me. How much do you want?"

The short and fat old man raised his eyebrows, with a chilling smile on his lips.

"One hundred is enough. If it's not enough, catch more."

"it is good."

Just as they were discussing the details, a roar came from the deep cave behind them.

The next moment, a thin figure walked out. It was the ancestor who had completed his cultivation. The obsession that belonged to Feng Ying was wiped out from every corner of her body.

"Ancestor!"

"I have brought you what you requested."

Upon seeing this, Grandma Liu waved her hand gently, and a sarcophagus that had been dormant in the corner of the cave floated across the sky.

The ancestor's eyes were like a deep lake, without any ripples. The five fingers of his right hand gently stroked the surface of the sarcophagus, and it suddenly shattered into powder all over the ground. What appeared in the air was a slender, ferocious bone sword.

The evil spirit was rolling, and the terrifying breath was like a raging storm, as if it were a living thing. "Is this it?"

The ancestor held the bone sword, feeling a little disappointed. A sword of this level was far from the weapon it was supposed to be, which showed the incompetence of the person who made it.

"right"

Grandma Liu recounted the past with respect: "This was left by the previous clan leaders. It was forged with the souls and blood of more than 2,000 people. The younger generations and the elders in the clan must not neglect it. They must diligently wipe it for sixty years and feed it with blood to keep its spirit intact."

"Forget it, I'll leave it to you."

"I don't need it."

The ancestors were not interested in the bone sword.

The great elder at the side repeated the plan that had been discussed previously and asked for the ancestors' opinions.

"Just do it."

"With me here, they can't cause any trouble."

Having received the support from the ancestors, even the great elder who was over a hundred years old was very excited. His mentality changed and he looked dozens of years younger.

"Junior understands."

night.

In a market in southern Xinjiang, in the temporary base of Jishidiang.

Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan were wrapped in bandages all over their bodies, and the bleeding from their wounds had stopped.

The doctor who performed surgery and treatment on them was a young and beautiful woman dressed in a refined suit. She was Duanmu Ying, the eldest daughter of Jishidiang who had returned from studying abroad in recent years.

"Kacha!"

"Kacha!"

Duanmu Ying held the mouth of two small glass bottles of glucose nutrient solution and easily crushed them. He then took out a porcelain bowl, added cold water to mix the solution, and handed them to Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan respectively.

"Drink it, and then rest. I have treated your wounds. The necrotic tissue has been removed, so there will be no infection."

"As for what's happening outside, as long as you stay here, no one will cause you any trouble."

"Thank you, Miss Duanmu."

Wu Gensheng's face was haggard and as pale as paper. He never expected that he would meet an old friend here, and it was Duanmu Ying who had saved him before. It was truly a life-saving opportunity.

"Gurgling."

He took the porcelain bowl handed to him by Duanmu Ying and drank it down his throat in big gulps without any caution.

"I have something else to do, so I need to leave for a while."

"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, just tell Old Liu outside the tent."

Duanmu Ying also had to follow several elders in the family to discuss business with local medicine dealers in southern Xinjiang and purchase medicinal materials. He did not stay for long and turned around and left.

Li Muxuan was covered in wounds, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the porcelain bowl, and he drank the white transparent medicine in the bowl with difficulty.

"Master, this girl is truly a miracle worker. How did you get to know her?"

"Well, it was a long time ago."

The sadness on Wu Gensheng's face had not yet completely faded away, and Li Muxuan's question made him fall into another memory.

"She saved me before, and we became familiar with each other and have a good relationship."

"Thanks to her, your injury won't be fatal."

Wu Gensheng felt depressed, and there was an indelible sadness between his brows. His wife and daughter all suffered the same fate. From now on, he was truly a lonely man.

Tears could no longer flow from the corners of his dry eyes. His heart was withered and his expression was dazed.

(End of this chapter)