Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133: Open Conspiracy

Just fifteen minutes past noon, a flash of silver light pierced through the clouds like lightning.

As it got closer, the speed gradually slowed down.

Closer still, the dragon head at the bow of the ship began to appear faintly.

The Old County Governor turned excitedly to call upon the gathered officials.

After a shout of "Welcome, Immortal Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect," the county overseer and all the officials knelt to the ground.

"Even as a county overseer, how could he perform such a grand ceremony?"

Yang Yan watched clearly from the Wandering Dragon Boat, feeling quite puzzled.

Lin Zimu had already stood up, took a step forward to look down, then turned back to Yang Yan and said:

"Yang, this Zhou Kingdom is actually considered to be a vassal of our Ancient Abyss Sect. It has the power to grant its life and can take it away as well."

"I see." Yang Yan nodded, indicating his understanding.

At this moment, dozens of Inner Sect Disciples at the back of the Dragon Boat also stood up, including some disciples with a curious look.

It seemed they were disciples who seldom carried out missions outside the sect.

"Let’s go!"

No one dared to move because Yang Yan remained still.

Once the leader gracefully landed, drizzles of disciples descended from the Dragon Ship like raindrops.

The kneeling county overseer raised his head slightly, his face filled with joy.

The people of Wu County were finally saved!

"Greetings to the Immortal Masters of the Ancient Abyss Sect!"

The county overseer led the officials in unison.

"Greetings to the Immortal Masters of the Ancient Abyss Sect!!"

Yang Yan watched for a moment as he landed in front of him, with the disciples standing peacefully behind him.

"Name?" Yang Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Replying to the Immortal Master, I am the overseer of this county, Kong Kun."

County Overseer Kong Kun bowed to the ground and cautiously answered.

"Stand up." Yang Yan gestured with a slight raise of his hand, speaking gently.

"Yes!"

The old county overseer had some difficulty supporting himself to stand, and the officials behind him also slowly rose.

"There is no time to lose, arrange fast horses, we head out to eliminate the demon." Yang Yan immediately commanded.

"Yes! Rest assured, Immortal Master, the horses are ready, please follow me."

The Old County Governor noticed that Yang Yan was the leader of this group of Immortal Masters.

So every word said to Yang Yan must be right.

Lin Zimu had been standing behind Yang Yan, raised his head to look at the Wandering Dragon Boat still hanging in the air, wanting to remind Yang Yan to collect this Spiritual Treasure.

With a deep glance, Yang Yan found he had already turned away with the Old County Governor.

He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly two times, flicked his sleeves, shrinking the vast Wandering Dragon Boat infinitely, turning it into a stream of light into his sleeve.

"Immortal Master, these are top-grade warhorses from the army, each capable of traveling a thousand miles a day." The Old County Governor respectfully followed behind Yang Yan, speaking with great respect.

Looking at the dozens of calm and grazing horses before him, Yang Yan nodded with satisfaction, then asked again: "Have the people around the Li Mountain area been evacuated yet?"

"No..."

The wrinkles on the Old County Governor’s face squeezed together, speaking with a look of guilt:

"It is my negligence; it’s my negligence indeed! Surrounding thirteen towns and villages of Li Mountain, totaling ten thousand and eight hundred people, have all fallen victim to the demon’s evil hands!"

"Heh!"

Yang Yan sneered coldly: "With everyone dead, what’s the point of talking about negligence now?"

The Old County Governor grew even more fearful, bowing his white head down, not daring to speak further.

"Mount up!"

"Yes!"

With Yang Yan’s command, the disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect flew up from the ground and landed steadily on their respective horses.

This small horse farm had an additional number of horses, evidently prepared for the Ancient Abyss Sect’s disciples.

"Yang."

Lin Zimu sat on the horse, with his right hand holding a pure white horse alongside him.

"Thank you, Zimu." Yang Yan expressed his gratitude, immediately flew up, straddled the horse, and whipped the long reins.

"Giddy-up!"

"Giddy-up!"

A vast cloud of dust rolled in, leaving the county overseer and officials dumbfounded.

"Tell your superior that the consecrated Immortal Masters are meant to be used! Don’t always come begging the sect every time there’s trouble!"

Even though the horses had galloped far away, Yang Yan’s voice still came through clearly.

The Old County Governor was momentarily stunned.

His superior... wasn’t that the emperor?

The horse group proceeded with great fervor, given the prior instructions from the county overseer, Yang Yan and his group sped through the official road.

Wu County was large, with dozens of counties under its jurisdiction, and even more villages.

Of course, if Yang Yan and his group traveled by Sword Control, crossing Wu County would take less than half an incense stick’s time.

However, driving horses required care for the mounts, making continuous acceleration impossible, so by the time Yang Yan and his group arrived at the foot of Li Mountain, it was nearing dusk.

Because they deliberately concealed their aura while riding, they appeared full of energy but showed no apparent threat.

At that moment, a grim cave on Li Mountain emitted an eerie cold laugh.

"Yet another batch of soldiers has come, unaware of their impending doom, with vitality stronger than the previous batches! Tut-tut—now I can advance my Blood Demon Technique to an even higher level."

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"Dismount, prepare to search the mountain! Groups of three to five, keep distances between teams not too far to support each other, remember not to be alone."

Yang Yan commanded sternly from his horse.

"Yang, there’s no need!"

Lin Zimu suddenly stopped Yang Yan.

The disciples behind him simultaneously shifted their gazes to Lin Zimu.

Lin Zimu pointed to Li Mountain in front, then looked at the dozens of Inner Sect Disciples behind, and said in a low voice:

"Yang, for us to search such a large Li Mountain like ordinary people would be too strenuous."

"Why don’t we go up the mountain, randomly find a mountain peak, arrange formations, and simply wait for the prey?"

Upon hearing this suggestion, Yang frowned, expressing concern, saying: "I’m just afraid the demon will sense danger and refuse to come out."

After hearing this, Lin Zimu smiled and took out a small item.

It was a small jade box, looking simple and delicate, seemingly ordinary.

Lin Zimu did not keep Yang Yan in suspense, and directly said: "Yang, the jade box contains Fog Spirit Grass, borrowed from my master. To demons, it is akin to a Sacred Artifact; we just need to open the box, and it will undoubtedly come."

"Fog Spirit Grass? What does it do! If so, it turns out to be an open strategy."

Even though Yang Yan had never seen Fog Spirit Grass, witnessing Lin Zimu’s confident demeanor assured him somewhat.

After all, Lin Zimu is not one to boast.

Liu Yizheng suddenly interjected from the side, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the jade box in Lin Zimu’s hand, excitedly saying:

"Senior Brother, is it the main ingredient of Foundation Establishment Pill, Fog Spirit Grass?"

Seeing this, Lin Zimu reluctantly nodded:

"It is the main ingredient for Foundation Establishment Pill, though you won’t be needing this Foundation Establishment Pill."

Liu Yizheng instantly showed a dejected expression, sighing helplessly.

Indeed, without medium Dao Body or higher aptitude, it’s impossible for disciples needing Perfect Foundation Establishment to receive this rare Foundation Establishment Pill from the sect.

"Then let’s go up the mountain."

Since Lin Zimu had prepared everything, Yang Yan was happy to oblige, leading the group onto Li Mountain.