readytorunbook Chapter 1272 is not as simple as it seems.
Chapter 1272 is not as simple as it seems.
“I don’t have any concrete evidence, it’s just a feeling…” Cang Ting’s eyes were gloomy. “The way that old guy looks at me always makes me feel a chill down my spine, as if he can see through all my schemes.”
"This... surely not?" Qinglin said, "Last time, the Qiongqi Moon Pupil Illusion Technique was so powerful that even the Beast King Lion Thunder and the Dwarf King Gom couldn't resist it. He shouldn't doubt that you weren't being controlled... It's just a pity that the plan last time would have succeeded. I didn't expect that the Fallen Angel Queen Ye Bing would actually disobey the Chairman's orders."
Cang Ting said, "No, even if Ye Bing had made a move back then, I don't think she would have been able to kill Ao Sheng in the end... That old guy didn't even use his full strength back then! I could even sense that he was holding back quite a bit!"
Qinglin exclaimed in disbelief, "How could such a thing happen? Back then, all of us brothers ganged up on him at the same time as you, and he still dared to hold back his strength?"
"This old fellow is, after all, one of the five strongest among the myriad races." Cang Ting slammed his hand heavily on the armrest, causing countless fine cracks to appear on the crystal steel handle. He said grimly, "I originally thought that I had already cultivated to the ninth stage of the Soul Emperor Realm, and the gap between me and him was not much larger, but I didn't expect..."
Qinglin thought for a moment, feeling confused and puzzled: "General, but if His Majesty the Dragon King really suspects you, why would he let you be his attendant this time? This meeting of all races should be very important, right?"
"That's the problem!" Cang Ting's face grew even more grim. "The Eastern Dragon Kingdom is my sphere of influence, my army is here, my men are everywhere... but if I go to this All Races Conference with him, I will be all alone..."
Qinglin immediately understood: "You suspect that His Majesty the Dragon King might want to take this opportunity to kill you???"
“That’s right,” Cang Ting said. “If that’s the case, then things will be very bad…”
Qinglin suggested, "Then why don't you find an excuse to refuse?"
"No." Cang Ting said in a deep voice, "Judging from the old man's last look, if I don't go, it would be a sign that I have a guilty conscience."
He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp: "Tomorrow, you will secretly lead the eight sword saints of the Dragon Clan and a group of elites to follow behind them and act according to the situation."
Qinglin bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir!"
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The Yin Cult, the Fallen Priests' Temple.
Mo Nanxi stood silently before a huge, twisted statue.
The hall was dimly lit, save for a single, pale beam of light slanting down from the dome, enveloping her entirely and making the dark patterns on her black robe appear like flowing blood. The air was thick with the musty scent of incense and candles, and the faint whispers that filled the room.
On the ground in front of her lay a mottled stone slab bearing the prophecy of Heaven.
It was the same piece that the Earth Spirit Priest had obtained before.
After the Earth Spirit Priest and the Gold Spirit Priest were killed, Mo Nanxi went to the Temple of the Light Priest and retrieved the prophecy tablet.
However, she couldn't understand the contents of the prophetic stone tablet at all.
What exactly do these two diagrams of human anatomy mean?
Mo Nanxi frowned slightly.
It looks like a man of ancient demonic lineage and a human woman. But humans are a race that only appeared in the last few hundred thousand years. How could there be an image of a human female anatomy carved on a celestial prophecy tablet from hundreds of millions of years ago?
"His Majesty the Pope."
A Yin Apostle silently entered the hall and knelt in the shadows outside the pillar of light.
"Speak." Mo Nanxi did not turn around; her clear, cold voice echoed in the empty hall.
"Someone outside is requesting an audience."
"who?"
“Sima Qing, chairman of the gene company,” the Yin Apostle replied.
A look of surprise flashed in Mo Nanxi's eyes.
What is this guy doing here?
"Is he the only one?"
Yes, it was just him.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Mo Nanxi said calmly, "Let him in."
"As ordered."
Shortly after the apostle withdrew, Sima Qing appeared alone at the temple entrance, walking slowly in the dim light.
“Miss Mo Nanxi.” Sima Qing stopped, his tone calm, “We meet again.”
Mo Nanxi slowly turned around, her papal black robes fluttering in the pillar of light without wind. Standing atop the high platform, her blood-red eyes looked down with icy pressure: "Sima Qing, you have quite the nerve, daring to come here all by yourself."
Sima Qing calmly replied, "We have no grudge against each other, so what do I have to worry about?"
"Hmph." Mo Nanxi sneered: "The day of the Heavenly Prophecy is approaching, and the Lord of Extreme Yin will soon descend to take over this ravaged world... However, you have been secretly collecting the stone tablets of the Heavenly Prophecy, and you also secretly control the forbidden power of the Heavenly Dao from who-knows-where. Do you really think that I, the Pope, do not know your ambition?"
"I have come here for this very reason." Sima Qing looked up and stared directly at the other woman. "Miss Mo Nanxi, I think you may have been misled."
Mo Nanxi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh?"
"Why do you insist that the company has mastered the legendary forbidden power of the Heavenly Dao? And why do you believe that the destruction of the Underworld City was the company's doing?" Sima Qing asked slowly.
Mo Nanxi's eyes sharpened: "Isn't that right?"
“If I could truly wield the power of the Heavenly Dao,” Sima Qing said calmly, “the entire territory of all races would already be in my hands.”
"Hmph, you've got quite the nerve," Mo Nanxi said sarcastically.
"Let me be frank," Sima Qing said. "Our company has indeed been researching the forbidden power of the ancient past for hundreds of years, but we have made no progress... Your Extreme Yin Sect should know better than anyone how terrifying that power is; it is not something that just anyone can control. The Heavenly Dao Star that destroyed the Underworld City before had absolutely nothing to do with our company."
Sima Qing stared at her and said, word by word, "You think that the forbidden power of the Heavenly Dao that appeared when the Underworld City was destroyed was brought by our company? It's entirely because your priest was hypnotized by illusion magic and forcibly implanted with a wrong memory, which is why he brought you back a wrong piece of information."
"Hypnotized??" Mo Nanxi frowned.
She immediately recalled what the old priest and the middle-aged priest had said earlier...
However, both of them are now dead, and there is no way to verify this.
"You mean, those two level eleven priests were hypnotized by an illusionary human at the Apocalypse Realm?" Mo Nanxi asked expressionlessly. "Do you think I would believe such a thing?"
“Lan Mi’s strength is far beyond what you see on the surface.” Sima Qing said in a deep voice, “I have already tested her abilities. She even controls time and space-based divine arts, and can even summon elemental warriors at the Soul Emperor level. She is definitely not as simple as an ordinary human superhuman academy principal as she appears on the surface.”