Chapter 681: Plot
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Chapter 681: Plot
Sage started the interrogation over, but he didnt pull much more from the man. The Shou Clan had organized an alliance with their former rival, offering them a large amount of benefits to bury their previous issues. They were going to be quiet for a time, and once they returned to activity they would invite their rival to join the Artful Life Alliance. A new and thriving alliance with all the weakest parts removed. The man didnt know any other details other than that, he was merely keeping up appearances as the rival of the Shou Clan before.
They really are scheming something. They dare to use me as a weapon to clean up their alliance? Did the leadership change and now they dont like having so many small groups? Or maybe theyre planning on absorbing the rest of the groups? I only wiped out the leadership, so they will sweep in and take control? Not a bad plan.
It was just too bad for the Shou Clan that Sage was not afraid of whatever plan they had arranged. With the Purple Mist Sect, he didnt even fear the royals of the Dou Kingdom. They might have a Saint, but he still felt that the numbers were on his side. If the hundred tier 6 Seething Purple Cobras struck in unison with the Shifting Swarm Formation, he felt like they could put up a good fight against a rank 7 at the very least. The only thing that gave him pause was his concern for innocents. If they sprung a big trap on him they might act without care for bystanders. It also might be dangerous enough that he would also end up injuring innocents while fighting back.
The pause was only momentary before Sage continued with his plan. He was no stranger to the idea of villains trying to blame their vile actions on those who tried to stop them. That silly line of: its your fault these people are dead, because you didnt stop me. Sage didnt even consider himself a hero in the first place. So theres no way he would be accepting the guilt of someone elses actions. He also wasnt irresponsible enough to not consider such repercussions.
Since the enemy was already waiting for him and they had plenty of time to prepare for his arrival, there was no way he was going to be foolish enough to waltz into the battlefield theyve prepared for him. Controlling the terrain was his forte after all.
A few days later, within the Shou Clan compound, there was a meeting being held within an underground hall. The immense and prestigious clan hall on the surface was merely decoration. The ancestral tablets and heirlooms of the clan on display were all finely made replicas with false auras. The true ancestral hall was thirty feet underground, reinforced with array formations and with Core Formation Cultivators standing guard outside the doors.
The serious woman was silent, but her face started to twist into an aggrieved look. She suddenly raised her hand, but just as her mouth was opening, she was interrupted. The refined gentleman next to her held up his hand and she didnt dare to speak. The gentleman turned his gaze upon the stoop backed old man but didnt say a word. The swordsman also looked at the wizened old man. Then he glanced back to the woman covered in piercings. He lifted his hands, one of them still holding the sword by its sheath. Then he formed a clasped fist salute to the woman, with the hand holding the sword acting as his fist, Shou Clan Leader is too kind. This one does not wish to impose upon your eminence.
A feminine titter left the pierced womans studded lips. She lifted one hand and placed it upon her chest, Oh, Brother Sword you are too polite! Dont call me Clan Leader, that is too formal. Just call me Sister Shou.
The two from the Yincha Sect kept their silence throughout, trying to pretend like they werent party to the pierced woman flirting with the swordsman. They kept throwing veiled glances at the stooped back old man, but throughout it all the old man had his eyes closed. He had his head leaned back against the chair, slightly slouching and lightly snoring. Even though this old man was napping in front of them all, none of them dared to disturb him.
Brother, you cant be so distant. We are truly like close relatives at this point
The swordsman continued to try and fend off the pierced womans advances, but he slowly surrendered ground. Eventually, he could only give in and agree to her requests, ... I will come to see Sister Shou soon.
At that moment, as if he was waiting for it, the slouching old man snapped away. His eyes blinked a few times as he sat up straight. Then he reached up and used his little finger to clean out his ears. He flicked a ball of wax off the tip of his pinky, making it bounce onto the ground in the space between all their chairs. Rude as his gesture was, none of them said a thing. The old man coughed and wheezed slightly as he recovered his breathing, then he let out a long sigh, It is truly bothersome to get old.
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Chapter 681: Plot
Sage started the interrogation over, but he didnt pull much more from the man. The Shou Clan had organized an alliance with their former rival, offering them a large amount of benefits to bury their previous issues. They were going to be quiet for a time, and once they returned to activity they would invite their rival to join the Artful Life Alliance. A new and thriving alliance with all the weakest parts removed. The man didnt know any other details other than that, he was merely keeping up appearances as the rival of the Shou Clan before.
They really are scheming something. They dare to use me as a weapon to clean up their alliance? Did the leadership change and now they dont like having so many small groups? Or maybe theyre planning on absorbing the rest of the groups? I only wiped out the leadership, so they will sweep in and take control? Not a bad plan.
It was just too bad for the Shou Clan that Sage was not afraid of whatever plan they had arranged. With the Purple Mist Sect, he didnt even fear the royals of the Dou Kingdom. They might have a Saint, but he still felt that the numbers were on his side. If the hundred tier 6 Seething Purple Cobras struck in unison with the Shifting Swarm Formation, he felt like they could put up a good fight against a rank 7 at the very least. The only thing that gave him pause was his concern for innocents. If they sprung a big trap on him they might act without care for bystanders. It also might be dangerous enough that he would also end up injuring innocents while fighting back.
The pause was only momentary before Sage continued with his plan. He was no stranger to the idea of villains trying to blame their vile actions on those who tried to stop them. That silly line of: its your fault these people are dead, because you didnt stop me. Sage didnt even consider himself a hero in the first place. So theres no way he would be accepting the guilt of someone elses actions. He also wasnt irresponsible enough to not consider such repercussions.
Since the enemy was already waiting for him and they had plenty of time to prepare for his arrival, there was no way he was going to be foolish enough to waltz into the battlefield theyve prepared for him. Controlling the terrain was his forte after all.
A few days later, within the Shou Clan compound, there was a meeting being held within an underground hall. The immense and prestigious clan hall on the surface was merely decoration. The ancestral tablets and heirlooms of the clan on display were all finely made replicas with false auras. The true ancestral hall was thirty feet underground, reinforced with array formations and with Core Formation Cultivators standing guard outside the doors.
The serious woman was silent, but her face started to twist into an aggrieved look. She suddenly raised her hand, but just as her mouth was opening, she was interrupted. The refined gentleman next to her held up his hand and she didnt dare to speak. The gentleman turned his gaze upon the stoop backed old man but didnt say a word. The swordsman also looked at the wizened old man. Then he glanced back to the woman covered in piercings. He lifted his hands, one of them still holding the sword by its sheath. Then he formed a clasped fist salute to the woman, with the hand holding the sword acting as his fist, Shou Clan Leader is too kind. This one does not wish to impose upon your eminence.
A feminine titter left the pierced womans studded lips. She lifted one hand and placed it upon her chest, Oh, Brother Sword you are too polite! Dont call me Clan Leader, that is too formal. Just call me Sister Shou.
The two from the Yincha Sect kept their silence throughout, trying to pretend like they werent party to the pierced woman flirting with the swordsman. They kept throwing veiled glances at the stooped back old man, but throughout it all the old man had his eyes closed. He had his head leaned back against the chair, slightly slouching and lightly snoring. Even though this old man was napping in front of them all, none of them dared to disturb him.
Brother, you cant be so distant. We are truly like close relatives at this point
The swordsman continued to try and fend off the pierced womans advances, but he slowly surrendered ground. Eventually, he could only give in and agree to her requests, ... I will come to see Sister Shou soon.
At that moment, as if he was waiting for it, the slouching old man snapped away. His eyes blinked a few times as he sat up straight. Then he reached up and used his little finger to clean out his ears. He flicked a ball of wax off the tip of his pinky, making it bounce onto the ground in the space between all their chairs. Rude as his gesture was, none of them said a thing. The old man coughed and wheezed slightly as he recovered his breathing, then he let out a long sigh, It is truly bothersome to get old.
Chapter 681: PlotSage started the interrogation over, but he didnt pull much more from the man. The Shou Clan had organized an alliance with their former rival, offering them a large amount of benefits to bury their previous issues. They were going to be quiet for a time, and once they returned to activity they would invite their rival to join the Artful Life Alliance. A new and thriving alliance with all the weakest parts removed. The man didnt know any other details other than that, he was merely keeping up appearances as the rival of the Shou Clan before.They really are scheming something. They dare to use me as a weapon to clean up their alliance? Did the leadership change and now they dont like having so many small groups? Or maybe theyre planning on absorbing the rest of the groups? I only wiped out the leadership, so they will sweep in and take control? Not a bad plan.It was just too bad for the Shou Clan that Sage was not afraid of whatever plan they had arranged. With the Purple Mist Sect, he didnt even fear the royals of the Dou Kingdom. They might have a Saint, but he still felt that the numbers were on his side. If the hundred tier 6 Seething Purple Cobras struck in unison with the Shifting Swarm Formation, he felt like they could put up a good fight against a rank 7 at the very least. The only thing that gave him pause was his concern for innocents. If they sprung a big trap on him they might act without care for bystanders. It also might be dangerous enough that he would also end up injuring innocents while fighting back. The pause was only momentary before Sage continued with his plan. He was no stranger to the idea of villains trying to blame their vile actions on those who tried to stop them. That silly line of: its your fault these people are dead, because you didnt stop me. Sage didnt even consider himself a hero in the first place. So theres no way he would be accepting the guilt of someone elses actions. He also wasnt irresponsible enough to not consider such repercussions. Since the enemy was already waiting for him and they had plenty of time to prepare for his arrival, there was no way he was going to be foolish enough to waltz into the battlefield theyve prepared for him. Controlling the terrain was his forte after all. A few days later, within the Shou Clan compound, there was a meeting being held within an underground hall. The immense and prestigious clan hall on the surface was merely decoration. The ancestral tablets and heirlooms of the clan on display were all finely made replicas with false auras. The true ancestral hall was thirty feet underground, reinforced with array formations and with Core Formation Cultivators standing guard outside the doors. The serious woman was silent, but her face started to twist into an aggrieved look. She suddenly raised her hand, but just as her mouth was opening, she was interrupted. The refined gentleman next to her held up his hand and she didnt dare to speak. The gentleman turned his gaze upon the stoop backed old man but didnt say a word. The swordsman also looked at the wizened old man. Then he glanced back to the woman covered in piercings. He lifted his hands, one of them still holding the sword by its sheath. Then he formed a clasped fist salute to the woman, with the hand holding the sword acting as his fist, Shou Clan Leader is too kind. This one does not wish to impose upon your eminence.A feminine titter left the pierced womans studded lips. She lifted one hand and placed it upon her chest, Oh, Brother Sword you are too polite! Dont call me Clan Leader, that is too formal. Just call me Sister Shou.The two from the Yincha Sect kept their silence throughout, trying to pretend like they werent party to the pierced woman flirting with the swordsman. They kept throwing veiled glances at the stooped back old man, but throughout it all the old man had his eyes closed. He had his head leaned back against the chair, slightly slouching and lightly snoring. Even though this old man was napping in front of them all, none of them dared to disturb him.Brother, you cant be so distant. We are truly like close relatives at this pointThe swordsman continued to try and fend off the pierced womans advances, but he slowly surrendered ground. Eventually, he could only give in and agree to her requests, ... I will come to see Sister Shou soon.At that moment, as if he was waiting for it, the slouching old man snapped away. His eyes blinked a few times as he sat up straight. Then he reached up and used his little finger to clean out his ears. He flicked a ball of wax off the tip of his pinky, making it bounce onto the ground in the space between all their chairs. Rude as his gesture was, none of them said a thing. The old man coughed and wheezed slightly as he recovered his breathing, then he let out a long sigh, It is truly bothersome to get old.
