Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 386:

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The leader of Yunxiao Sect was resting with closed eyes in the cave.

After his death, his condition was not good.

Not only did he become rootless and weak in magical power over time, his spiritual consciousness was also clouded at times, his state not very good.

Now, his time was down to the final seven days.

"If I can’t handle the aftermath of the sect within seven days, I’m afraid that when my dharma body collapses after seven days, it will be the end of Yunxiao Sect."

The leader of Yunxiao Sect pondered for a long time, holding a glowing Message Jade Talisman in his hand.

Before long, a female cultivator appeared in a rainbow light and stopped in front of the sect leader’s cave.

This person was Elder Yun Hu, the only surviving elder among the five elders of Yunxiao Sect from the past.

Even counting the newly promoted Nascent Soul Immortal Yu Shan Taoist Child, there were only two Nascent Soul Immortals left.

"Every move I make may be scrutinized by other Immortal Gates, so it’s not suitable for me to go out," said the Yunxiao Sect Leader.

"Yun Hu, leave the sect and do something for the sect," he continued.

Although he had defeated several Nascent Soul Immortals from other Immortal Gates, he only temporarily drove away the rest of the Immortal Gates.

This body was just a dharma body, so if it left the Mountain Protection Formation, it might be exposed by experts from other Immortal Gates. It’s not suitable to go out.

"Please tell me, sect leader," Elder Yun Hu bowed her head.

Before, Grand Elder Yun Yi, who had attempted a coup, was killed by Yunxiao Sect Leader right in front of her. She naturally obeyed the sect leader’s orders.

Yunxiao Sect Leader spoke, "In the Secret Realm of Feather Insect Mountain deep in the mountains, there is our sect’s treasured artifact, the Eternal Cloud Map. Take my ‘Eternal Cloud Order’ and retrieve the treasure map."

"A treasured artifact of the sect?" The female cultivator Yun Hu was surprised.

Immortal Yun Hu, who studied under Yunxiao Taoist Lord in the same sect and was from the same generation of cultivators, naturally knew about the "Eternal Cloud Map" as well.

In this realm, there is an Immortal Gate where True Immortals ascend to the upper realm, totaling nineteen gates, once known as Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The treasured artifact, Eternal Cloud Map, was actually crafted by the True Immortal of Yunxiao Sect in the past.

Just this one artifact is enough to be considered the treasure of the sect, representing its heritage.

"Wasn’t the Eternal Cloud Map damaged during the chaos of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths back then?" Yun Hu couldn’t help but ask.

"Could it still be usable?" A look of joy appeared on her face at this thought.

However, the leader of Yunxiao Sect shook his head.

If the sect’s treasure is not damaged, Yunxiao Sect’s strength won’t be lost, they wouldn’t have to take risky actions repeatedly, and end up in such a situation.

"The Feather Insect Mountain Secret Realm is a special place in the world, with hidden secrets. The Eternal Cloud Map is only for repairing and nurturing in the Secret Realm, it might not be fully repaired even after thousands of years…"

"If we try to retrieve it now, its power might not even be fully restored…"

Hearing this, the leader of Yunxiao Sect also sighed.

If the sect’s situation wasn’t so critical, he wouldn’t have sent someone to retrieve the damaged sect treasure.

Immortal Yun Hu naturally didn’t disobey, she took the token and disappeared like a rainbow.

After Immortal Yun Hu left, the leader of Yunxiao Sect continued to rest with closed eyes.

His time left was short, he needed to think carefully… but suddenly he felt a bit uneasy.

The other side.

Inside a small mountain peak carried by a giant tortoise.

A middle-aged servant Taoist walking on the mountain path suddenly looked up, gazing at a rainbow light fleeting across the sky and flying out of the sect gate.

"Brother Warrior, what are you looking at?" Another servant Taoist next to the middle-aged one patted his shoulder, but was surprised to see the deep eyes of the other one, momentarily stunned.

"Nothing much, just seeing the light of our Yunxiao Sect cultivators leaving, feeling a sense of longing." The middle-aged Taoist sighed.

"I really don’t know when we can have the ability to fly and travel like the seniors in the sect."

"It is truly something to aspire to…" The two servant Taoists sighed, gradually walking away.

………………………………………..

Nan Province.

Elder Yaoyang left his sect, turned into a rainbow, and headed straight for Heyang City.

But just as he approached the Daoist temple north of the city, he slowed down his flying cloud, being cautious, and didn’t go straight there.

Elder Yaoyang was skilled not in martial arts but in the art of refining medicine.

So after Elder Sun and others discussed matters, they asked him to come over, not to engage in combat.

Thinking about this, Elder Yaoyang changed direction and headed straight for a small courtyard in the west of the city.

The Southern King Songhe has always been low-key, and now he has become the king in Nan Province, almost conquering the whole province.

Yet, his residence was not a grand palace but just an inconspicuous courtyard in the city.

It was only after Wang Songhe was welcomed and joined the Xuantian Sect that Elder Yaoyang became his master.

His residence and whereabouts naturally couldn’t escape Elder Yaoyang’s notice.

……………………

In the small courtyard.

Two big men stood in front of the quiet room, their faces full of worry.

"The king has not left the quiet room for many days…"

"During these days, the king has hardly seen any visitors, except for a visit from Zhang Kui brothers yesterday… He must still cherish the old feelings in his heart."

"Don’t mention it, when Zhang Kui brother left that day, his face didn’t look good at all." The other big man shook his head.

"If it’s really about cherishing the old feelings, meeting old friends shouldn’t make things so unpleasant."

These two big men have been loyal followers of Wang Songhe for many years.

In the present time when Wang Songhe is already the king, these two people serve and protect him.

But after all these days, these few people also felt a bit uneasy in their hearts.

"Recruit, recruit, what recruit, how did it turn into this ghostly appearance…"

"Shh, don’t speak, the leader might be planning a big move…"

While the two were chatting, a hurried military officer came to deliver a message from outside.

"Report."

"Qiao family Hua strength master, was killed on stage during the martial arts demonstration in the north of the city, the murderer was very arrogant, claiming to be Xue Changhe…"

A creak.

The door to the quiet room opened silently.

The messenger couldn’t help but look inside, but all he could see was darkness, like a bottomless pit.

Apart from that, there was no other sound, only the cold wind blowing into the quiet room, rustling their robes.

After a while, a faint voice could be heard from inside.

"I understand."

"Report." Soon another messenger hurriedly arrived, sweating on the forehead:

"A person claiming to be Qiao family Qiao Pianxin entered the North City Temple, burned the statue in the incense burner as firewood, when the temple disciples asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted to talk to the South King in person…"

"Qiao family Qiao Pianxin…" Two big men at the door exchanged a glance, their expressions changed slightly, then both looked towards the quiet room door behind them.

Same as before, the quiet room door remained open, and after a while a voice could be heard.

"I understand."

"Step back, step back, it has been like this for these days." The guard spoke up.

"The South King is not receiving visitors, maybe he is focusing on his practice at a crucial moment, in seclusion…"

"These past few days have been like this, just deliver the message and go down… everyone, go down now."

The two messengers looked at each other, then turned and walked away.

But as soon as they left.

In the courtyard, a flash of white light appeared, and suddenly there was an old Daoist in white robes with white hair.

The two gatekeepers’ faces changed slightly, immediately becoming cautious.

"Elder, the South King is not receiving visitors…"

He was about to repeat his previous words, but the old Daoist paid no attention and took a step forward.

In just two or three steps, he had already passed their obstruction, walked into the quiet room, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Huh?" Two big men stood with their swords drawn, looking cautiously at the darkness behind the big door.

These two big men actually know themselves quite well.

They couldn’t defend against real experts, so if a true expert were to visit, they could only serve as a warning.

And this cultivator dressed in Daoist robe was obviously a level they couldn’t handle….

"….Your Majesty?" while the two were cautiously trying to enter the quiet room.

However, there was the sound of footsteps coming closer from inside the quiet room.

"Your Majesty?!" the two guards at the door widened their eyes.

After many days, Wang Songhe stepped out of the quiet room. He stood at the room’s entrance, looked up at the sky and saw black smoke rising in the north of the city.

"Prepare the carriage." Wang Songhe squinted his eyes slightly and said:

"Go to the Taoist temple in the north of the city."

"If he wants to talk, then let’s talk."

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Inside the Taoist temple in the north of the city.

Qiao Mu looked at Immortal Chiyang burning fiercely inside the huge cauldron.

This wooden sculpture was not ordinary wood, but it was slowly turning into ashes in the intense fire, the flames and smoke rising high into the sky, very clear.

Just then, they suddenly heard a shout from below the mountain:

"The South King is here."

They looked down.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves grew louder and a group of soldiers dispersed the crowd as they rode through the long street.

Wang Songhe walked through the crowd, crossed the threshold of the Taoist temple gate, and steadily climbed the steps, neither fast nor slow.

The present Wang Songhe, still resembling a middle-aged scholar around forty years old, looked scholarly and dignified with a touch of scholarly demeanor.

Perhaps due to his successful cultivation in the Daoist arts, his complexion looked even better than when they first met two years ago.

"Mr. Qiao Pianxin? I’ve heard so much about you."

"I heard that Mr. Qiao Pianxin wants to talk to me about the reasons for desecrating the temple and disrespecting the gods. Wang Songhe said with a faint smile.

"I heard that members of the Qiao family value righteousness over their lives, most of them being brave warriors from Jiu Province, rather than just reckless brutes."

"Mr. Qiao Pianxin stirred up such commotion right after arriving in Heyang City, there must be a reason for it."

Qiao Mu locked eyes with him, the latter didn’t avoid or yield, just smiled faintly.

Strictly speaking, the person Wang Songhe is familiar with should be Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen, a father and son who caused a commotion in Yan City two years ago.

As for Qiao Pianxin today, he is just a highly skilled and prestigious elder in the family of the former Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen, and cannot be generalized.

Therefore, after two years of separation, there is no sense of familiarity in seeing each other again, but rather a hint of distance.

In the crowd below, the bandit Zhang Kui was watching this scene from afar, feeling a bit nervous.

"The boss is truly a genius at pretending to be clueless, asking questions he already knows… Even I can tell why Mr. Qiao Pianxin destroyed the Taoist temple."

Zhang Kui glanced at the collapsed wooden platform outside the Taoist temple.

Qiao Jinyin’s antics were already being ignored at this moment.

"You have heard of me, Qiao Pianxin, how coincidental, I have heard of you too."

Qiao Mu, like Wang Songhe, remained calm and spoke lightly, "You heard about my Qiao Pianxin, that’s interesting because I’ve heard about you too."

"After the Inhuman War over forty years ago, the Minister of Justice at that time, ‘Wang Shanhe’, defied the Immortal Gates and nearly got killed in front of the palace for opposing the construction of temples in major cities."

"In the court, you were the Minister ‘Wang Shanhe’, in the wilderness, you were the bandit ‘Wang Songhe’, and when you claimed to be a king, you were ‘South King Songhe’. That doesn’t affect each other, right?"

As these words were spoken, there was a commotion among the people inside and outside the temple.

Wang Songhe is a contemporary of Martial Saint, appearing to be around forty years old due to his cultivation, with the appearance of a scholar.

Many people did not connect him with the Minister of Justice ‘Wang Shanhe’ from over forty years ago, unaware of his past.

"This South King has so many stories and names?"

"What’s with all these titles?"

People began to discuss animatedly, while Wang Songhe remained calm and composed.

"You are right, different times call for different measures."

"The beliefs we have when we are young may change as we grow older. The rules we follow in middle age may not seem as important when we are very old."

Wang Songhe said softly:

"Forty years ago, the Minister of Punishments was a court official who gave honest advice to the ruler."

"Even if he died because of it, his reputation would be remembered in history."

"Being remembered in history is something all scholars and officials seek in their lifetime. I believe the Qiao family member understands this well."

Qiao Mu raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining silent.

Wang Songhe then changed the subject:

"However, Wang Shanhe at that time was just a servant in front of the king."

"Even if he spoke out and died, it only served to uphold Wang Shanhe’s reputation. It did not help the politics or the people of the Great Yan Dynasty."

"Those who are not in power cannot make decisions. Even if they are high-ranking officials in the court, they are still just servants before the king and have their own limitations."

"That’s why I eventually gave up my official position and decided to do something more useful."

Among the crowd, bandit Zhang Kui was momentarily lost in thought.

He knew about the past of his elder brother, Wang Songhe.

However, this was the first time he heard about Wang Songhe’s early life journey.

Before resigning from his position, Wang Shanhe was a respected official of the dynasty who dared to give critical advice. There was a chance that his name would be recorded in the historical records of Great Yan.

However, after leaving his position, the respected official Wang Shanhe turned into the traitorous Wang Songhe in the eyes of Great Yan.

At this point, all the reputation he had built up in the first half of his life was completely gone, and the pursuit of scholars suddenly turned into nothingness.