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Chapter 998: Chapter 40 Qiu Zhongqiu Chapter 998: Chapter 40 Qiu Zhongqiu “Rogue Cultivator?”

Wang Ba’s expression slightly tightened, and he also sensed the unabashed ferocity in the newcomer’s tone.

From outside the carriage, Li Yingfu’s voice came through, filled with sobriety:

“So it is Huaimo Lord Yan in person, of the primitive Demonic Sect.

Your Highness is openly blocking the carriage of our Myriad Manifestation Sect in Sen State…

Could it be that you wish to disregard the alliance agreement between our two Sects?”

A shock ran through Wang Ba’s heart.

The primitive Demonic Sect?

Huaimo Lord?

A slew of information about the primitive Demon Sect flashed through his mind instantly.

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This was also some of the inside information that Shen Fu had shared with him before.

The Sect was extremely large.

Underneath the Sect Master and numerous Immortal Ascension Elders, there were three Towns, seven Halls, and forty-two Lodges.

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The leaders of each Town, Hall, and Lodge were all among the elite of the Fulfillment-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Furthermore, there were nine holy children who inherited the nine most core demonic arts of the Sect.

However, although these holy children held a status not inferior to the Lords, apart from the top two or three, they were more representative of the future, not the immediate present.

The Huaimo Lord was one of the forty-two.

But beyond that, his knowledge was less clear.

Still, despite this, given that the other party was among the elite of the Fulfillment of Nascent Soul Cultivators, it was obvious that their power was not something they could resist.

Outside the carriage, that robust voice rose again, this time with a sneer:

“Myriad Manifestation Sect?”

“My primitive Holy Sect and the Myriad Manifestation Sect are naturally as close as siblings, however…”

“Your lordship has yet to see any disciples of the Myriad Manifestation Sect; instead, I find this carriage of yours highly suspicious.

Perhaps it’s harboring that big-headed Rogue Cultivator who stole the Dao Secret?”

“Friend inside the carriage, why not come out and show yourself?”

“Yan Wuxiong, you are overstepping!”

Li Yingfu shouted angrily.

Inside the carriage, Lou Yi, Tao Ruyi, and others all had a sudden darkening of their expressions, and immediately Lou Yi gritted his teeth and stood up, intending to go outside.

But Wang Ba gently raised his hand to stop him.

“Elder Uncle…”

Lou Yi looked towards Wang Ba.

“I’ll go take a look.

The rest of you hold your positions for now and listen for my command at any time,” Wang Ba shook his head and then got up, lifting the carriage curtain.

As he lifted the curtain, he felt two aggressive gazes fall upon him.

“Heh, what’s this?

Only a Golden Core Craftsman comes out; who do you think you’re fooling?”

The robust voice mocked.

Wang Ba remained composed and walked out, standing atop the carriage.

Scanning ahead, he saw not far away in mid-air, a middle-aged Cultivator in black with red eyebrows, wearing a victorious jade crown, and a grim visage was standing with hands behind his back, his gaze not on him but fixated on the carriage.

At his side stood a slightly younger green-robed Cultivator whose aura seemed less imposing.

“Right Enforcer, why have you come out?”

Seeing Wang Ba emerge, Li Yingfu couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Right Enforcer?”

The jade-crown wearing middle-aged Cultivator glanced at Wang Ba with a hint of surprise.

After feeling Wang Ba’s aura more carefully, he scoffed:

“A Golden Core ascended to a Nascent Soul’s high position?

Great Jin, heh…”

Rather calm, Wang Ba said, “I am Wang Ba, appointed as the Right Enforcer of the Diwu Hall of the Great Jin Myriad Manifestation Sect.

I have met Lord Huaimo.”

The middle-aged Cultivator ignored this and snorted:

“Save your breath.

It’s impossible to pretend to be a disciple of the Myriad Phenomena Sect and deceive us.

Make everyone inside the carriage come out immediately, or do not blame Yan for being cruel!”

Hearing this, Wang Ba still appeared serene as he took an identity token from his sleeve.

Mana gently lifted it.

“This object is the proof of my identity…”

“Do you think I’m playing a game with you?”

The middle-aged Cultivator’s expression turned cold and a chilly, ghostly mana surged out of his body, turning into a large dark hand that reached towards the carriage!

“Yan Wuxiong!

How dare you!”

Li Yingfu was both anxious and enraged, his body suddenly emitting numerous Talismans.

Yet at that moment, Wang Ba remained tranquil.

He unhurriedly took out a stone from his sleeve.

Upon seeing the stone in Wang Ba’s hand, the middle-aged Cultivator’s face suddenly changed:

“Spirit Rhinoceros Stone?!”

Looking ‘surprised,’ Wang Ba said:

“Lord Yan knows of the Spirit Rhinoceros Stone too?”

The middle-aged Cultivator’s face darkened, but the Mighty Hand of Magical Power unraveling just before grabbing the carriage, turned back into mana and was reabsorbed.

Then, his face suddenly squeezed out a smile:

“Ha ha, isn’t this a case of ‘a flood washing over the Dragon King Temple’?

Who would have thought that it’s actually friends from the Myriad Manifestation Sect!”

He turned to the green-robed Cultivator next to him and pretended to casually comment:

“How coincidental is this?”

“Coincidental, very!”

The green-robed Cultivator, though puzzled, nodded immediately.

“Indeed, it’s quite a coincidence.”

Wang Ba’s face also revealed a smile as he nodded in agreement.

It was as if he held no concerns about what had just transpired.

The middle-aged Cultivator grinned slightly and cupped his fists in greeting:

“Heh, let’s reintroduce ourselves.

I am Yan Wuxiong, Huaimo Lord of the primitive Holy Sect.

I did not expect a young friend to be in such a high position at your age.

You must have remarkable talents…”

“Lord Yan is too kind.

I’m merely in charge of some miscellaneous affairs, how can it be called a high position?

Rather, it’s Lord Yan whose realm is profound, and it seems you’re not far from Immortal Ascansion.”

Wang Ba responded with a chuckled.

Yan Wuxiong shook his head slightly:

“Difficult.

Immortal Ascension is difficult, the condensation of the Dao Secret is also difficult.

Otherwise, I would not have rushed over from Xiang State upon hearing that a Dao Secret had appeared here…

In my haste to search for that big-headed Rogue Cultivator, I inadvertently caused a disturbance to your carriage, which truly troubles me.

Please do not take it to heart.”