Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 88 The Melancholy Mo Wuyou

After a short while, dozens of war chariots stopped outside Sangcheng and landed on the ground.

The massive war chariots, each a hundred feet in size, were collected by dozens of Foundation Establishment experts. The group of cultivators, along with the Kongsang Sect prisoners, swaggered into Sang City through the city gate.

The guards defending the city were naturally the mortal army of the Fire Feather Kingdom, but they dared not obstruct the large number of unfamiliar cultivators in the slightest.

Especially when they saw the lamas dressed in the robes of the Kongsang school being led into the city like prisoners, they were horrified and their faces turned pale. They all stepped back, making way for a wide enough road.

These cultivators didn't make things difficult for the mortal guards; they all strode away without even glancing at them.

Half an hour later, Du Fan and Ye Feng followed the enemy cultivators to a city square.

The square was enormous, and there were originally quite a few pedestrians and ordinary people lingering there. However, upon seeing a group of cultivators dressed in strange clothes and with ferocious faces, they all became extremely nervous and consciously left.

At the edge of the square, eight wide roads extend in different directions, creating a network that seems to connect in all directions.

Here, over a hundred Foundation Establishment experts gathered together, discussing something. Before long, they separated again and returned to their original chariot formations.

A moment later, the thousands of people split into eight groups and headed in different directions.

Half an hour later, Du Fan and Ye Feng's group appeared at another crossroads. The twenty or so Foundation Establishment experts gathered together again to discuss their plans, and then split up again to continue their journey in different directions.

Thus, the group of cultivators would disperse every time they reached a large intersection.

Two hours later, Du Fan's team had dwindled to just over a hundred people from the previous chariot. Among them, only Senior Brother Feng from the Burial Ghost Sect and the middle-aged man in black robes were Foundation Establishment experts.

At this moment, Xia Rui was no longer there. It seems that she had intentionally stayed with them on the chariot to take care of them as much as possible. Otherwise, Ye Feng would be alright, but Du Fan's package and storage bag would definitely not be safe.

As the group moved forward, Du Fan's expression became increasingly strange, and a strange glint would occasionally flash in his eyes.

As they rounded a corner in an alley, Du Fan finally made a move, secretly slipping a speed talisman to Ye Feng.

Because Du Fan had hidden several talismans in his sleeves earlier, and due to the angle of the corner, they were not seen by the enemy.

Although Ye Feng was surprised, he concealed it in his sleeve without making a sound and exchanged a glance with Du Fan.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the group of over a hundred people arrived at a rather quiet street. This street was extremely remote, so much so that there were only two shops on the entire street, and the rest were all residential houses.

One of the shops was an inn, which was presumably where this group planned to stay temporarily.

The other shop was simple and unassuming, with a wooden plaque above the door bearing the four large characters "Seven Star Alliance".

Du Fan secretly felt lucky, while casually writing a few words on Ye Feng's palm.

Ye Feng sensed something and his heart stirred. He subconsciously looked up and glanced at the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

To reach that inn, they needed to pass through the Seven Star Merchant Alliance, and that brief moment would be their chance.

Ye Feng was naturally unaffected. His unruliness and carefree attitude stemmed from the confidence he had cultivated through trials and tribulations, giving him an air of arrogance and disdain.

Du Fan was different; he was just a novice cultivator, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy, his eyes constantly glancing at the two Foundation Establishment experts at the front.

The two silently calculated the time and route, and at the moment when they were closest to the gate of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance, they suddenly moved at the same time.

Du Fan swiftly pulled out a talisman from his sleeve—a speed talisman—and instantly slapped it onto himself.

At the same time, he frantically poured his divine sense into it, and the surface of the talisman immediately flashed with spiritual light. In the end, Du Fan transformed into a gentle breeze and sped towards the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

Ye Feng's movements were naturally no slower than his. Without any magical power, the two relied on the power of talismans and rushed out almost simultaneously, instantly approaching the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

The two men acted so suddenly that the disciples of the Burial Ghost Sect responsible for guarding them had no time to react. They were stunned at first, then enraged, but by then it was clear that it was too late to stop them.

Almost the instant Du Fan and Du Fan made their move, the two Foundation Establishment experts in front of them sensed it.

"How dare you!"

With a loud shout, the middle-aged man in black robes blurred into a series of afterimages, traversing a distance of more than ten zhang, and appeared directly beside Du Fan. With a wave of his hand, he was about to subdue the two of them.

The speed was so fast, arriving in an instant, that Du Fan's expression changed drastically, and he was horrified.

However, at this moment, Du Fan and Ye Feng had just crossed the gate of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance, and half of their bodies had already entered the interior.

The instant the black-robed man's magic power acted on Du Fan, Du Fan's body tensed up, all his strength vanished, and he only propelled forward by inertia.

Ye Feng's face turned pale, and his movements froze, clearly influenced by this person.

Just then, at the gate of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance, there seemed to be an invisible light curtain. Under the influence of the black-robed middle-aged man's magic power, a slight ripple was stirred up, instantly negating the magic power he had unleashed.

The middle-aged man in black robes felt as if the light barrier was a black hole, frantically pulling at his magical power. The force was far beyond what he could withstand.

A chill ran down his spine, and he resolutely severed the magical power he was about to unleash. Otherwise, he had no doubt that the light barrier would have sucked him dry into a dried-up corpse...

At that moment, his face turned pale, and cold sweat poured out. Even in front of the sect elders, he had never felt such a sense of crisis. Looking at the shops here, he was extremely wary.

In the time that was wasted, Du Fan and Ye Feng stumbled and rushed into the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

Several disciples of the Burial Ghost Sect, bewildered and filled with anger, were about to rush in when a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their way. It was Senior Brother Feng.

"Stop right there! This is not a place for you to cause trouble!" Senior Brother Feng's face was gloomy. As a Foundation Establishment Steward, he naturally understood the terrifying nature of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance, unlike the ignorant disciples in the sect.

"Senior Brother Feng, this matter..." The middle-aged man in black robes hesitated, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

"Come in with me. Remember to speak politely."

Senior Brother Feng's eyes flickered slightly. After a long while, he finally made up his mind. If it were an ordinary disciple of Kongsang Sect, he would probably give up. But for Ye Feng, he had to bite the bullet and go in to capture him.

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Mo Wuyou was very depressed during this period...

Since the Seven Star Merchant Alliance established its branch in Sangcheng more than a hundred years ago, he and a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators have come here to take charge, becoming one of the leaders of the Sangcheng branch.

Upon arriving in Sangcheng, Mo Wuyou planned to make a name for himself and achieve great success in order to gain the attention of the Alliance.

Unexpectedly, over the course of a century, his achievements were mediocre, and he did not accomplish many major business ventures. As a result, he was quite unsuccessful among the leaders.

Just a few months ago, he had an unintentional encounter with Du Fan, which sparked some ideas in him and led him to plan for his future. He hoped to rise to prominence and realize his ambitions through this opportunity.

However, he never expected that not long after that, they would receive news from the main alliance that Kongsang Sect would be wiped out from the cultivation world, and the Seven Stars Branch Alliance in Sangcheng would also be withdrawn.

Given Mo Wuyou's dismal achievements over the past century, coupled with his low cultivation level, it's uncertain whether he can retain his position as the leader of the branch alliance in future reappointments. He is truly in a state of bad luck and his future is uncertain.

Just as he was filled with endless emotions and extreme worry, he suddenly heard a commotion downstairs, which made him frown.

……

"Gentlemen, what would you like to buy?" A young man in a gray shirt hurried over to greet them as soon as he saw them.

However, with his experience, he could naturally see the complexity of the relationship between the group.

Of course, he also witnessed the scene of a Foundation Establishment cultivator making a move outside the door, so he immediately sent someone upstairs to invite a person in charge.

"Fellow Daoist, we are not here to make purchases, but to handle some personal matters. Please forgive us if we have offended your alliance." Senior Brother Feng was very polite to a Qi Refining stage attendant and cupped his hands in greeting.

Then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he slowly walked towards Du Fan and Ye Feng.

"I am a member of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance. I have come with a friend to purchase some items."

Before the gray-robed youth could say anything, Du Fan quickly took out a blue jade pendant from his storage bag. It was the pendant that Mo Wuyou had given him that day, representing an ordinary member of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance.

Du Fan was unfamiliar with the gray-robed youth, having never seen him before. Fearing the youth might abandon him, he acted decisively and spoke up, hoping the Seven Star Alliance would take notice.

The gray-shirted youth had been intending to play dumb, but to his surprise, the other party produced a membership card from the Business Alliance. This unexpected turn of events left him slightly astonished and hesitant.

"These two are the people that the Illusion Cloud Sect specifically requested to capture. Even if your alliance is quite powerful, you should still give the Illusion Cloud Sect some face in Qingzhou."

Besides, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Seven Stars Merchant Alliance. You should just turn a blind eye and let everyone live in peace!

Upon seeing that the other party was merely a Qi Refining stage cultivator and a servant, the middle-aged man in black robes disregarded him, revealing an arrogant expression and speaking rather rudely, while subtly invoking the Illusion Cloud Sect.

In his opinion, this way the other party would not object.

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed waiter frowned and fell silent.

Senior Brother Feng smiled bitterly to himself. This junior brother really didn't know his place. Just as he was about to speak tactfully, he heard a cold snort suddenly come from the top of the stairs.