Chapter 162: Chaos
When they arrived at Qingxin Palace, all the disciples were there. Si Chong and Cheng Zhen had frosty faces. The content of the letter made them furious.

Jiang Mo walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down.

The two guardians, Wei Er and You Sha, also came. They stood on the left and right sides of the pillars in the hall, and lined up behind the disciples.

"Junior brother, here is the letter, please take a look."

Jiang Mo took the letter from Si Chong and tore it open while comforting him:

"Brother, there is no need to get angry. When an enemy comes, we will fight him; when water comes, we will block it with earth. Just go with the flow."

"Well, even though I'm old, I understand the truth, but I just can't swallow this."

He seemed so angry that his beard stood on end. He drank several cups of tea to suppress the heat in his chest.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here. I'll punish anyone who makes you angry."

Jiang Mo chatted and laughed calmly, his eyes fixed on the letter paper, reading the several rows of crooked handwriting.

"Please come to Southern Xinjiang as soon as possible to have a chat with us, Sanyi Sect."

"My tribe has captured hundreds of hostages from the surrounding towns. If you don't arrive in one day, we will behead ten of them."

"Don't keep our people waiting."

"Oh! By the way, Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan are still alive and well, and they are in my clan. Don't you want to come and see them?"

Looking at the name on the signature, Jiang Mo felt it was so familiar. It was the name that he had just returned to the sect and it seemed like he had talked to him about the feud between the evil cultivation forces in southern Xinjiang.

"They all watched it?"

Jiang Mo turned his head to look at Si Chong, preparing to pass the letter to his disciples to read. As disciples, they also had the right to know.

"No."

Si Chong shook his head, his tone slightly relieved, and said: "Junior brother, you are the head of the sect, you will make the arrangements, and we will follow your orders."

Among the disciples present, only he and Cheng Zhen watched. As participants in the encirclement and suppression of the evil cultivators back then, they were deeply impressed by Luo Wuyuan, who possessed the two unique skills of poison and witchcraft.

"Then let's take turns."

Jiang Mo handed the letter over gently. Lu Jin, who was standing next to him, looked respectful and did not dare to be negligent, so he took it with both hands.

After he finished reading it, it was gradually circulated to all the disciples. The atmosphere in Qingxin Hall became tense and depressing. The faces of the disciples were all grim. The other party was clearly blackmailing them and dragging ordinary people into it. They would do anything to achieve their goals.

Except for Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu and other four disciples who joined the sect later, the rest of the disciples had experienced the disaster that year. The scene of hundreds and thousands of refugees kneeling in front of the mountain gate seeking help is still clearly remembered.

What was even more incredible to them was that Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan actually ran to southern Xinjiang and colluded with this clan.

"Uncle Master, are you going to Southern Xinjiang in person?"

"No, they must have set up a trap there to ambush us."

"It's hard for us to handle this alone. Perhaps we can seek help from fellow sect members. Disciples from the Longhu, Shangqing, and Wudang sects have all died at their hands. Now that the disaster has happened again, they will not sit idly by."

"But it's too late. Not to mention that once the alien forces in the Central Plains are vacant, the Japanese devils will take advantage of the opportunity to move in."

Listening to the disciples' chaotic speeches, Jiang Mo raised his hand slightly, signaling for silence. After only a few seconds, the disciples remained silent, waiting for his orders.

"I can solve this chaos by myself, why should I rely on others?"

"After so many years of grudges, since they dare to come back to the world, they must have something to rely on. This time, I will completely wipe out all traces of their clan from this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zhen took the lead in recommending himself: "Uncle Master, I am willing to go with you. Please allow me to do so."

"Uncle-master, I am also willing to follow you." Lu Jin said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Junior brother, I am willing to follow you."

Immediately afterwards, the young generation of disciples present came one after another to request orders. They were not afraid of danger or obstacles. This was a blood feud within the sect and there was no room for easing. If they backed down today, the situation would only escalate in the future.

However, Jiang Mo rejected them. "This time, we are going to fight a war to exterminate our clan. The sin of killing is too great. Even if it is to eliminate demons and defend the way, I don't want you to be involved in this cause and effect."

"Uncle Master, this is impossible!!! Southern Xinjiang is remote and those poison cultivators are very powerful. Even Master came back injured when he went there."

"You go alone, if something unexpected happens."

Chang Qing looked reluctant and did not continue speaking before being interrupted by Jiang Mo.

"They can't hurt me yet. You can just stay in the sect and practice. This is my order to you as the sect leader."

"If you really care about me and help me solve my problems, you just need to practice in secret and not slack off. It will be my greatest comfort if you can enter the third level of rebirth as soon as possible."

Jiang Mo had made up his mind. He remained indifferent to the disciples' pleas. He instructed Si Chong:

"Brother, I will leave in a moment. You will be in charge of the sect."

"Brother, be careful"

Si Chong repeatedly reminded them not to be careless and to be extremely cautious. The power of those Gu cultivators was often invisible and terrifying, and extremely difficult to detect.

"Yes, don't worry."

Jiang Mo was calm and asked his disciples to wait for his triumphant return.

"In just a few days, I will wipe out all the remnants and prevent them from reviving."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Si Chong didn't know why, his old eyes were blurry, and he actually saw a familiar figure in Jiang Mo. The two vaguely overlapped, and he was overwhelmed with emotions, and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Brother, remember to take care of yourself. If you encounter danger, you should put your life first and evacuate first."

"Ah."

After that, the meeting was dismissed. Jiang Mo said goodbye to his disciples and went to the fourth floor of the Sutra Library. The two protectors followed him, and Cheng Zhen and Lu Jin arrived one after another.

Because he had made an agreement with Cheng Zhen before, he didn't want to have any regrets when the evil cultivators caused trouble, so he was determined to take action and wipe out the evil, so Jiang Mo tacitly agreed to follow him.

As for Lu Jin
It has to be admitted that Jiang Mo did prefer this disciple who looked and acted like his senior brother, so he sent him to southern Xinjiang.

"Yusa?"

"I'm here, Master, please give me your orders."

Jiang Mo pointed at the Qi diagram on the floating table and explained to her how to observe it, asking:
"Put aside what you are doing. When I am not at the sect, you must stay here. If you find anything unusual, go and intercept it."

"Okay, please rest assured, Master." Yousha nodded in acceptance.

"When I come back, you can tinker with and figure out what I promised to give you."

Jiang Mo fulfilled his promise, took out a portion of dark red soil and gave it to Yousha.

"Oh! It's my pleasure. Thank you so much, my porter."

Jiang Mo didn't pay much attention to her compliment, and then told Wei Er: "You, come with me."

"Use your abilities to the fullest extent possible, and don't leave anyone alive."

"clear."

Weir had no objection and immediately gave two potions, signaling Cheng Zhen and Lu Jin to take the injections in advance to avoid accidental injuries during the battle.

"It's almost time. Let's ask our friends in Southern Xinjiang about the situation."

Jiang Mo's voice seemed to have magical power. A fat, white Shunfeng Gu slowly crawled out of his arms, wrapped around his right index finger, emitting a faint glow, and connected with another Gu worm thousands of miles away.

　I want to write a special story about Zuo Rutong. I don’t know if you want to read it. It is about his previous journey to southern Xinjiang. If you want to read it, you can leave a message. In addition, I am very grateful to my brothers for their recommendation votes and monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)