Chapter 15: From Now On, I Am the Sect Leader!
As for the sect itself, it was entrusted to Fifth Junior Brother Zhao Wu.
Thanks to the protective formation, Liang Chuan was not overly concerned about anyone attacking the sect.
Late at night, two disciples guarding the sect’s gate vigilantly observed the surroundings.
At that moment, Zhao Wu, clad in blue and carrying a longsword, approached the gate.
“Fifth Senior Brother, why are you out here?” one of the gatekeepers asked with a grin.
Though Zhao Wu was still young, his talent had earned him the status of a direct disciple. Thus, even those older than him respectfully addressed him as Fifth Senior Brother.
Zhao Wu patted his longsword and smiled, “Third Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister have gone out. I just feel uneasy, so I’m going to patrol around.”
“We’re here, so no need to trouble yourself!” another disciple confidently assured, patting his chest.
Although their strength was limited, there was only one path to the sect, making a surprise attack unlikely.
“No problem. I can’t sleep anyway; a walk will do me good,” Zhao Wu said, feigning maturity as he patted the two disciples on their shoulders and walked away.
Watching Zhao Wu’s retreating figure, the two disciples exchanged a smile.
No doubt, Zhao Wu was young, strong, and sharp-witted—far quicker than them. That was why the brothers and sisters enjoyed his company.
However, what they didn’t see was that once Zhao Wu left the gate, his smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, icy expression.
After wandering outside for a while, he quickly approached a shadow beneath a tree and knelt, bowing deeply.
A figure had appeared in the shadows without Zhao Wu noticing, calmly observing him.
Lowering his head, Zhao Wu spoke in a low tone, “Liang Chuan and Liu Ruyan have already left the sect with their group.”
The mysterious figure crossed his arms, his voice hoarse and deep, “I didn’t expect that brat to have so many tricks up his sleeve. I’m curious to see what else he can come up with.”
Hearing this, Zhao Wu lowered his head even further, clearly terrified.
“Lift your head!” the mysterious man said with a faint smile, waving his right hand to place a storage ring into Zhao Wu’s hand. “Put this in Abyssal Valley.”
Zhao Wu scanned the contents with his divine sense, and his face changed drastically. His hair stood on end as he stared at the object in the man’s hand. “Why...”
Though he muttered softly, the words were clearly heard by the mysterious man.
His expression turned icy, as if covered in frost. “What did you say?”
“I...” Zhao Wu, seeing the man’s expression, bowed his head and took it. “I understand. I will complete the task!”
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In the forest, a blood-infused deer with sharp horns and crimson veins on its body cautiously surveyed its surroundings, occasionally lowering its head to chew on a snowy white spring rabbit before it.
The only sound in the silent forest was the chewing, punctuated by the black-and-red blood dripping from the deer's chin, creating a gruesome sight.
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