The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 640 - Night Raid on the Hall of Yama_1
Chapter 640: Chapter 640: Night Raid on the Hall of Yama_1
Chapter 640 -640: Night Raid on the Hall of Yama_1
“Boss, what’s wrong?”
Huang Lao Liu noticed something amiss and hurried back.
Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Let’s go, we’ll talk back in the room.”
Once back in the room, Greg Jensen asked, “Are you sure the Yanluo Sect’s headquarters is here?”
Huang Lao Liu subconsciously nodded, then suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at Greg Jensen with shock, saying:
“Boss, you’re not thinking… of making a move on the Yanluo Sect’s headquarters, are you?”
Greg Jensen smiled, “It’s just the Yanluo Sect. If we’re going to act, we’ll act, what’s the problem?”
Huang Lao Liu said in shock, “But boss, that’s the Yanluo Sect! The market’s overseers are already at the initial stage of Qi Refinement. How many experts must be inside the headquarters?”
“How high can they be? Can they surpass Foundation Establishment?”
“You…”
Listening to his words, Huang Lao Liu was so shocked that he couldn’t speak for a while, and only after a long time did he say, “Have you already reached Foundation Establishment?”
“Indeed.”
Greg Jensen nodded with a smile.
Taking a deep breath and with a face full of joy, Huang Lao Liu said, “Then perhaps we really can give it a try. The Yanluo Sect has been operating for so many years, there must be plenty of good things inside.”
“Rest for a while, we’ll set out tonight.”
“But… we still don’t know the exact location of the headquarters.”
Greg Jensen smiled, nodded towards the window, and said, “No worries, someone will lead the way for us.”
Huang Lao Liu also realized this and burst into laughter, but his eyes were still filled with concern.
The Yanluo Sect had a legacy almost a thousand years old, initially focusing on assassinations before starting to run a cultivator’s marketplace.
It was said that historically famous assassins like Jing Ke and Leo Jensen were once part of the Yanluo Sect.
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How could the headquarters of such a formidable organization be so easily infiltrated?
Huang Lao Liu looked at Greg Jensen, who seemed unconcerned, and heaved a sigh internally, now only praying that everything would go smoothly.
…
On the outskirts of a small town on the border of Nibia Tower, there was a church built during wartime. Later, the church was abandoned and bought by a wealthy individual.
This place was usually heavily guarded, with ordinary people prohibited from approaching, making it appear very mysterious.
In the dead of night, when most of the townspeople had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep, the grand hall of the church was still illuminated by dim candlelight.
Inside the hall.
Several mysterious figures clad in black robes and hooded cowls stood respectfully on either side, facing the throne at the front, heads bowed as if waiting for something.
The north wind howled outside, but inside was a still silence, with even the sound of breathing almost inaudible.
Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared atop the throne; under the candlelight above, his shadow was infinitely elongated.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew in, and the candles within the hall immediately began flickering madly, casting long shadows on the floor.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was enveloped in them.
The shadow danced along with the candlelight, baring its fangs like a malevolent spirit.
Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, and they involuntarily tensed up.
A cold voice resonated through the hall, “How is the inquiry into the incident in Flora Valley going?”
The cloaked figure in the front quickly stepped out of the line, bowed respectfully, and said in a deep voice:
“Reporting to the master, before the incident in Flora Valley, the overseer had sent a message saying that they had discovered a pill master capable of concocting Blood Essence Pills.
A few days ago, at our headquarters’ market, someone was found selling Blood Essence Pills. We have been keeping an eye on them and believe that we will have results soon.”
The figure on the throne leaned forward, leaned forward, and exposed their face to the candlelight, revealing a cold mask.
The intricate, rigid lines on the mask formed a fierce and terrifying visage, clearly resembling the image of Yan Wang.
A chilly voice emanated from within the mask, sounding somewhat muffled and odd, “Why didn’t you just capture him?”
The robed figure explained, “We suspect that person is merely a lackey, so we decided to play the long game to catch the bigger fish.”
“Hehehe…”
Yan Wang let out a bizarre laugh, praising in an inexplicable tone, “Not bad, well done.”
His eerie laughter echoed throughout the grand hall, and on this howling, snow-laden midnight, it seemed somewhat spine-chilling.
The robed figures appeared quite accustomed to this strangeness, standing solemnly without a trace of surprise.
After a while, the laughter ceased, and an indifferent gaze swept over the robed figures as that cold voice spoke again.
“You all are nearing the late stages of Qi Refinement, aren’t you? Good, your Cultivation speed is very quick, well done.”
The robed figures hurriedly bent over, bowed, and said in unison, “It is all thanks to the master’s great fortune that we have our achievements today.”
“Hehe.”
Yan Wang chuckled again, “Alright, wait a few more days, and if that alchemist doesn’t show up, bring that person to me. I want to interrogate him personally.”
“Yes!”
The robed figures promptly replied with respect.
Just then, a faint voice came from outside the hall, “No need, we’ve brought ourselves to you!”
“Who’s there!”
The robed figures quickly turned, assuming a defensive stance, and watched the entrance of the grand hall cautiously.
The next second, the grand hall’s doors flung open, and two figures—one thin, one stocky—walked in from the outside, the stocky one carrying a person by the hand.
One of the robed figures scolded, “Who are you? Daring to barge into Yan Wang’s palace at night, do you have a death wish?”
Thump!
The stocky figure casually threw the person he was carrying to the ground and laughed, “Isn’t it obvious? We heard you were looking for us, so we came directly to you.”
The robed figure’s eyes narrowed, glanced at the person lying on the ground, and said in a deep voice, “Are you the one selling the blood essence pills?”
“That’s right, it’s me.”
Huang Lao Li laughed mischievously and said, “Bold one, daring to target my boss. I…”
“Will you quit the chatter!”
Greg Jensen sounded impatient and knocked on Huang’s head before lifting his gaze to the person in the throne, asking, “Are you the master of this Yan Wang’s palace?”
Yan Wang’s gaze swept over Greg Jensen with a teasing look, “Indeed, what about it?”
Greg Jensen smiled nonchalantly, “Where’s the treasury of Yan Wang’s palace? I want to take a look, or perhaps you could bring a carriage, and I’ll just pack up and take everything away.”
Before the words finished, the robed figures flew into an uproar.
“Impudence!”
“Dare to speak to our Family Head like that, do you want to die?”
“Who do you think you are? Coveting the treasures of our Yan Wang’s palace?”
Yan Wang waved his hand, and the grand hall quieted down once more.
He looked at Greg Jensen seriously, and a mocking laughter filled the grand hall again, “Hehe, you little alchemist, you certainly have guts.
You want to enter the treasury of my Yan Wang’s palace? Fine, as long as you’re willing to kneel and submit to me, I can make an exception for you.”
There seemed to be some sort of magic in Yan Wang’s voice, lulling one to drowsiness, unconsciously wanting to obey his commands.
The robed figures all simultaneously coldly shouted, “Kneel, submit!”
