Ch. 783 - Royal Sky Pavillion

Seeing the so-called pill, Fang Jiu and the others' expressions changed slightly, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

At first, they indeed had a plan, to bring Xu Zimo into the Heavenly Bond Cult and then have him captured. After all, that was their home ground, and they weren’t afraid of Xu Zimo stirring up any trouble.

“What? Scared now?” Xu Zimo chuckled.

He slowly raised the Baying blade in his hand, the blade intent beginning to condense faintly.

“We’ll take it,” Fang Jiu was the first to accept the pill.

After swallowing it, aside from a slight pain, there didn’t seem to be any other effects.

“This pill was brought in from outside. Don’t think anyone in the Mortal Dust Palace can save you,” Xu Zimo said. “The poison activates in twenty-four hours. It all depends on how you perform.”

The three of them looked extremely uneasy.

Only two paths lay before them: either be killed by Xu Zimo now, or take him to meet Young Master Tianxun, an act of betrayal with unimaginable consequences.

But no matter what, it was still better than dying on the spot.

“I’ll take you,” Fang Jiu said.

“I’m curious, how does a street thug like you get noticed by Young Master Tianxun?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Young Master Tianxun cultivates a special technique. Besides absorbing spiritforce and insights, he can grow stronger by absorbing others’ essence,” Fang Jiu explained truthfully.

“But this method violates the heavenly laws, and the Cult Master has strictly forbidden it within the sect. Heavenly Bond Cult isn’t an evil sect. We can’t use such methods. But Young Master Tianxun wanted to grow stronger quickly while avoiding detection by the Cult Master, so he had me help him. I’m clever and know all the alleyways and underworld dealings.”

“Can you see your Cult Master?” Xu Zimo asked.

“The Cult Master rarely appears. Even Young Master Tianxun can’t see him unless summoned,” Fang Jiu quickly replied.

“It’s true, I’m not lying.”

“Say, if Young Master Tianxun were in danger, would your Cult Master come to his rescue?” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Probably… I guess,” Fang Jiu replied uncertainly.

“Although the Young Master often disappoints the Cult Master, blood is thicker than water. He is his only child.”

“Then let’s go,” Xu Zimo said.

…

The Heavenly Bond Cult was founded on the ideal of worldly pleasure, standing in direct contrast to the Godess Palace’s ideology of detachment.

This vast force occupied a third of Heavenly Bond City.

Formations were placed around the Heavenly Bond Cult, with two disciples guarding the front gate.

Both wore long blue robes. On either side of the sect entrance stood four statues representing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, each with different expressions.

The massive sect gate was forged from starfire iron. The characters for “Heavenly Bond” were inscribed boldly, full of force and grandeur.

With Fang Jiu leading them, the gatekeepers who knew him didn’t stop Xu Zimo and the others.

Everyone entered the Heavenly Bond Cult together, greeted first by a long corridor.

The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, and along its walls were many paintings.

Xu Zimo glanced around. The murals depicted the pleasures of life, power, wealth, beauty…

It was almost like brainwashing every disciple. After seeing so much, one would naturally forget about detachment.

After exiting the corridor, the view opened up.

In the blue sky, flocks of birds flew across puffy clouds.

Palaces, towers, pavilions, and jade buildings rose high into the sky.

Underfoot, a white jade path stretched forward. Disciples walked by in twos and threes on either side.

“Young Master Tianxun lives in Royal Sky Pavilion. I’ll take you there,” Fang Jiu cautiously offered.

“When will I get the antidote?” he asked.

“When we meet Young Master Tianxun, you’ll get it,” Xu Zimo said.

Monk Great Wisdom followed closely behind.

As the group walked halfway, a crowd of blue-robed disciples appeared ahead.

Leading them was a young man with pale skin and unsteady steps, showing clear signs of overindulgence.

“Yo, isn’t this Fang Jiu? Running errands for your master again?” the blue-robed youth sneered.

“Brother Yun,” Fang Jiu greeted him with a smile.

“Who are they?” Tianyun glanced at Xu Zimo’s group and frowned.

“They don’t look like disciples of our Heavenly Bond Cult.”

“This is on the Young Master’s orders. Brother Tianyun, do you intend to interfere?” Fang Jiu asked without arrogance or submission.

“You think I don’t know what kind of deals you people make behind the scenes?”

Tianyun snorted coldly. “I’ve just been too lazy to care.”

Fang Jiu only smiled and didn’t respond. He knew his current status depended entirely on Young Master Tianxun.

He didn’t want to offend anyone else unnecessarily.

“You all be careful. Watch yourselves,” Tianyun said before turning and leaving with his disciples.

After Tianyun left, the eagle-eyed man beside them spat heavily and muttered disdainfully, “Who is he to lecture us? The things he does in secret are worse than ours. He just resents the Young Master and bullies us when he can.”

“Don’t waste time,” Xu Zimo said flatly, glancing at them.

Led by Fang Jiu, the group arrived at Royal Sky Pavilion.

Located on the western side of Heavenly Bond Cult, it was a stand-alone structure with a fairly large area.

It was relatively quiet here, with fewer disciples passing by.

When Fang Jiu brought the group into the pavilion, it was very silent inside.

“Young Master,” Fang Jiu called out softly a few times.

An old man came down from the upper floor of the building.

“Butler Fu, where is the Young Master?” Fang Jiu quickly asked.

“The Young Master is busy. Come back in the afternoon,” Butler Fu said.

“I have urgent business with the Young Master. It can’t wait,” Fang Jiu said, glancing at Xu Zimo.

“No matter how urgent, you still need to follow rules. Don’t you know the rules?” Butler Fu frowned.

“The Young Master is probably cultivating in the basement,” Fang Jiu turned and whispered to Xu Zimo.

“His cultivation must not be disturbed. He won’t meet anyone at this time.”

“Do you know where the basement is?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Yes,” Fang Jiu nodded.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly and glanced at Monk Great Wisdom.

Monk Great Wisdom chanted, “Boundless Heavenly Lord,” raised his hand, and directly pressed down toward Butler Fu.

“What are you doing?” Butler Fu shouted, releasing a powerful aura and clashing with Monk Great Wisdom.

Butler Fu was indeed capable, blue spiritual energy surrounded him, and the phantom of a fierce tiger appeared around his body.

That was his life spirit.

“Finish it quickly,” Xu Zimo said nearby.

Monk Great Wisdom gave a low shout, and the longsword at his waist flew out of its sheath. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

As the sword whistled, a terrifying sword intent gathered, forming a beam of light that flashed by.

Butler Fu’s tiger spirit was instantly torn apart, and the sword pierced straight through his chest.

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