Chapter 1861: Thus_2

Chapter 1861: Chapter 681: Thus_2

“Confronting the Jinglong Association, even if they are weaker, I’m afraid he is still no match.”

“Is Hu Niu showing some cleverness now?”

The ‘Master’ grinned, feeling a sense of comfort.

“Pah!”

Wei Ziyi glared fiercely at Su Mo:

“I’ve always been clever, okay?

“Besides, this person’s temperament is good, he could actually be brought into the fold.

“Your Jianghu Alliance may appear powerful now, but in reality, it is still quite fragmented. When it comes to a real fight, you would still need to rely on these people from Nanhai.

“Although Ning Xiyin isn’t very sharp.

“However, such a person in Jianghu must have some level of reputation.

“Just look at that event at the tavern, and you can clearly see.

“If he were to submit to you, it would surely make many in the Jianghu Alliance truly acknowledge you.”

“If this journey goes smoothly…”

Su Mo smiled slightly:

“Even if the Jianghu Alliance ceases to exist, what of it?”

“That’s true.”

Wei Ziyi nodded, but after looking at Su Mo:

“But things aren’t the same as before now, since the structure of the Jianghu Alliance has been set up, don’t demolish it so easily.

“After all, the opportunity is rare… Becoming a king or dominator may not be your desire, but I think you’re doing well as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch.”

“… It’s exhausting.”

Su Mo glanced at the coffin lying not far away where Jiang Lan was, furrowing his brows slightly:

“There’s no time to lose, let’s hurry inside.”

Wei Ziyi said no more.

The coffin, though not small, was still a bit cramped for three people.

Zhen Xiaoxiao lay on the far right, Wei Ziyi was in the middle, and Su Mo was on the far left.

He couldn’t lie down completely, only half-sitting.

With a flick of his finger, the coffin lid snapped shut.

“Now, we’ve caught the last ride to the place deep in the clouds.”

“Last ride?”

Wei Ziyi looked puzzled.

Su Mo chuckled:

“Don’t mind it.”

The reason why they could come here was indeed a long story.

In these short days, quite a few things had happened.

That day, Su Mo chased away the Longmen eleventh Jing, leaving him to fend for himself in Jianghu.

Secretly instructing the Tianji Sect disciples to observe his movements.

Simultaneously, he summoned Hua Junying, Wufeng before him to inquire how he entered a secret location.

As a result, Hua Junying, Wufeng spoke incoherently, with many words lost in a haze.

In summary, it was merely a fortuitous coincidence.

He explained that he and his elder brother, Ying Wuxing, were traveling joyously in Jianghu.

That night, near Liu Jing Mountain, they suddenly saw the Hundred Demons parading at night.

A group of seemingly lifeless beings carrying several coffins, traveling through the night.

It was truly extremely eerie.

These two, who had made a great name for themselves upon entering Jianghu, were bold and skillful.

Naturally, they didn’t believe in ghosts.

Promptly, they followed the group secretly, curious to find out who was behind it.

Following these beings, they walked through the night.

Only then did the beings place the coffins down.

Gathering together, seemingly discussing something.

The brothers exchanged glances and also edged closer, wanting to see if they were humans, or corpses.

As they approached, these beings all turned around to look at them.

Despite their boldness, the brothers couldn’t help but feel chills and were terrified.

Just as they were about to act, their vision suddenly turned black, losing all awareness.

When they regained consciousness, they found themselves in a cramped place, swaying as if being carried.

Moreover, there was a person lying in a coffin they were traveling with.

This person was still breathing, evidently not dead.

The two brothers thought about it and realized that somehow the beings had placed both of them into the coffin.

Where were they being taken?

Having been caught unawares, they didn’t know how the beings had acted.

Now, they didn’t dare act hastily either.

They decided to wait and see if these beings would take them to Yama Hall or Naihe Bridge.

After several hours or so, the coffins were finally placed down.

Waiting for a long time without any movement.

Only then did they cautiously push open the coffin, discovering the wide expanse.

Amidst the clouds and fog, surprisingly, a corner of a pavilion appeared.

For a moment, it truly felt like they had entered the depths of Heaven.

The brothers were admiring the scenery, when suddenly there was noise from the coffin behind.

The person who had been unconscious before now woke up.

He sat up, and upon seeing the brothers, muttered:

“Picked up some strange things again…”

Ying Wufeng and Ying Wuxing were immediately furious.

Who are the strange things?

Without another word, the man attacked directly.

His skills were extraordinary, martial arts were formidable, and upon first contact, both brothers were injured.

Ying Wuxing realized instantly that this man’s martial arts were far superior, and if they stayed, they would surely die. He sacrificed himself to distract the man, giving Ying Wufeng the chance to escape.

Ying Wufeng gritted his teeth repeatedly, not daring to waste Ying Wuxing’s life, fled with tears in his eyes.

In the mist, wandering for a long time.

Already injured, and staring at the mist for too long made him dizzy, eventually leading to exhaustion and fainting.

When he woke up again, he found himself beside a stream.