Chapter 1869: The Traitor Strikes! (Happy New Year~)

Chapter 1869: Chapter 684: The Traitor Strikes! (Happy New Year~)

They ventured deep into the clouds.

Along the way, Su Mo indeed discovered that the deeper they went, the more people were hidden in the surrounding mist.

The path where the coffin was laid down seemed to be just an entrance.

The entrance was undefended, like a large pocket.

Or perhaps the mouth of a giant beast.

One could enter unhindered, but once inside, leaving would be extremely difficult.

As they went further inside, they encountered many disciples of the Jinglong Association.

These people were not much different from disciples of ordinary sects.

Some practiced martial arts, some studied, and some sparred in pairs, with quite impressive techniques.

Jiang Lan saw this scene, couldn’t help but furrow his brows, curl his mouth, and let out a cold snort.

Di Wu Jing glanced at him, knowing he was comparing the disciples of the Jinglong Association with those of the Imperial Dao.

He smiled lightly, indifferent.

He led the way upward.

Entering this vast and expansive complex, they continued upward until reaching a rather high place where a palace pavilion appeared before them.

There was a plaque with three large characters: Jinli Pavilion.

Seeing this, Su Mo suddenly remembered the words of Zhuge Qianqiu at that time.

Fish leaping over the Dragon Gate, with Jinglong.

It seems that these words were not entirely Zhuge Qianqiu’s conjecture.

And from Di Wu Jing’s words, Su Mo knew that the residence of the Longmen Jing Emperor in this cloud-covered place was called Jinli Pavilion.

There were thirteen such Jinli Pavilions, one for each of the Longmen Thirteenth Jing.

The core of the entire deep-in-the-clouds location was named: Hualong Hall.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lan couldn’t help but snort:

“Ambitious as a wolf!”

“This is a grand aspiration.”

Di Wu Jing shook his head:

“Speaking of grand aspirations, your Taoist Master of the Imperial Dao probably isn’t lacking either.”

Jiang Lan felt even more aggrieved at this:

“The Taoist Master is loyal to Da Xuan, how can your Jinglong Association, a group of traitorous rebels, be compared?”

Di Wu Jing did not argue with him, simply smiled, and led them inside.

Upon entering, there was a lively scene.

Though Di Wu Jing wasn’t married, there were quite a few disciples serving in the pavilion.

Upon seeing Di Wu Jing return, they all came forward to greet him.

When these people turned their attention to Su Mo and the others, Di Wu Jing told them:

“These are my honored guests, treat them as you would treat me, do not neglect.”

“Yes.”

Everyone nodded and greeted Su Mo and the others.

However, when it came to Jiang Lan, Di Wu Jing casually remarked:

“This person is a guest from the Imperial Dao, keep an eye on him and don’t let him escape.

If he shows any sign of wanting to run, break his legs and drag him back.”

“…”

Jiang Lan’s face turned dark.

Such treatment is vastly different.

But the problem is, this person is Su Mo.

He’s the leader who established the Jianghu Alliance, openly opposing your Jinglong Association.

And he’s the head of the opposition.

Though the Imperial Dao and the Jinglong Association are mortal enemies, after all, I’m just a minor character, though I have some fame, but in front of Di Wu Jing, I’m insignificant.

Why aren’t you keeping an eye on Su Mo instead of me…

But it was known that Su Mo somehow managed to make Di Wu Jing truly see him as a friend.

To him, Di Wu Jing was obedient, while Jiang Lan, as a prisoner, had no choice but to comply.

Just at that moment, suddenly Su Mo laughed:

“Old brother, if you trust me, why not hand this person over to me?

He might still be of some use.”

“Oh?”

Di Wu Jing looked at Su Mo and asked in a deep voice:

“Is it related to that matter?”

“Indeed.”

Su Mo nodded.

“Very well.”

Di Wu Jing did not doubt him:

“This person is yours to handle entirely, do as you please.”

Jiang Lan could almost kick the old man behind:

What do you mean by do as you please?!

It’s simply absurd!

After Su Mo finished speaking, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve.

Turning back, he saw Zhen Xiaoxiao blinking at him pitifully.

Then he suddenly realized and quickly said:

“Old brother, have you prepared any food?”

“No problem at all.”

Di Wu Jing answered without hesitation, immediately ordering a grand feast.

He then told Su Mo that they could eat and drink here, and the accommodations were already arranged.

He himself had to go to Hualong Hall to meet the First Shock.

Su Mo nodded, and casually reminded:

“Don’t forget to introduce me to the Third Shock.”

“Rest assured.”

Di Wu Jing almost patted his chest in assurance, afterward leaving Jinli Pavilion to visit Hualong Hall without further mention.

On Jiang Lan’s side, sitting at the same table with Su Mo and the others, he was somewhat unable to eat.

If the cloud-covered place is a wolf’s den, then being with Su Mo is a tiger’s lair.

In any case, it wasn’t a pleasant place for him.

He wanted to take out his copper tobacco pipe for a puff to calm his nerves.

However, he worried that Su Mo wouldn’t allow it.

He couldn’t help but glance at him, then heard Su Mo say:

“Everyone, you may leave now, if I need you, I’ll call.”

Jinglong Association disciples looked at each other, uncertain about where this friendship with Di Wu Jing came from.

However, Di Wu Jing had stated beforehand.

Treat him as you would me.

In all these years, when had Di Wu Jing ever said such words?

It was evident this person was a close confidant of Di Wu Jing.

Therefore, even though logically one shouldn’t leave these strangers alone to feast in the hall, they obediently followed orders, paid their respects, and quietly retreated.