PDLP Chapter 273 Zhu Sheng Asks for Help, But He Can't Even Protect Himself
Chapter 273 Zhu Sheng Asks for Help, But He Can't Even Protect Himself
The man in black robes remained respectful, kneeling before the statue of the Demon Lord, motionless, as if afraid of disturbing the Demon Lord.
Finally, a low, husky, and authoritative voice came from within the wooden statue: "Well done."
The man in black robes was overjoyed and repeatedly kowtowed, his face showing even greater humility and reverence.
Only after receiving the Demon Lord's approval did he slowly rise and leave the dark and mysterious cave.
He stood in the cave again, looked at the dozen or so people who were waiting, and with a wave of his hand, led them deeper underground.
Hidden there is an extremely elaborate white jade altar.
They have been carving day and night for months, constantly collecting offerings, hoping that the Demon Lord will fulfill his promise.
That traitor from the Bai family was also able to set foot in this place for the first time because of his contribution of spirit stones.
When he saw the white jade altar with his own eyes, after a brief moment of astonishment, he was overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy.
He could almost see the day when he would rise to prominence and trample the entire Bai family under his feet.
"As long as the altar is set up and the sacred objects are offered, the true Demon Lord can be summoned!" He murmured these words to himself, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
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In the locust valley.
Chu Lengyu slightly raised her head, glanced at the direction of the back mountain, and quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.
Ahead, Luo Yu was still trying his best to promote the special products he had brought from the East China Sea, saying, "Although this strange fish is ugly, its strength is astonishing. It held onto the bait tightly and almost dragged me into the sea."
Man Gu tore off a piece of dried fish and tasted it. Although the meat was dry, hard, fishy, and salty, and not very palatable, it did have some effect on body tempering.
He waved his hand dismissively: "I'll take this dried fish, and trade you my special ghee paste!"
Luo Yu had been waiting for him to say that, and with a smile, he pulled out several more identical dried strange fish from his cloth bag.
When fishing, you don't just catch one fish.
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Back mountain.
After leaving the tea party, Zhu Sheng's figure gradually disappeared down the mountain path.
His heart was still filled with anger and resentment.
He could not accept this outcome. His master, Zhu Weng, had just passed away, and now others were bullying and humiliating him, even saying they would hand over the sacred place of cultivation in Wushan to someone else. How could he tolerate this?
How could Wushan possibly have a master? Even if a master were to be chosen, an outsider should not be selected.
In terms of seniority, the Bamboo Clan is deeply rooted in the Misty Mountains and has a profound foundation; in terms of numbers, although the Bamboo Clan disciples are not the most numerous, each one is loyal and steadfast, which is incomparable to those who are opportunistic and sycophantic.
Therefore, he firmly believed that if a mountain lord were to be chosen, it should be someone from the bamboo lineage who would shoulder this important responsibility.
"You wait, I will never let you succeed so easily!" Zhu Sheng vowed silently in his heart. He clenched his fists, endured the pain in his body, and continued to move forward.
As he walked, he kept cursing Chu Lengyu, Madam Lan, and the others in his mind, because in his opinion, these people were all treacherous and did not deserve to be called a part of Wushan.
He knew that the Peak Master was in seclusion in the back mountain, but he believed that as the number one expert in Mist Mountain, the Peak Master would not sit idly by and watch Mist Mountain fall into the hands of others.
He made a special trip to the peak master's secluded place, hoping to get an audience with the peak master and ask him to come out of seclusion and make a decision.
He stood before his secluded cave, took a deep breath, and then shouted, "Peak Master, Zhu Sheng of the Bamboo Clan requests an audience!"
However, his voice echoed through the valley, but received no response.
Zhu Sheng felt a growing anxiety and called out again, "Peak Master, Mist Mountain is facing an unprecedented crisis. Are you really going to stand idly by?"
There was still no movement inside the cave, and he couldn't help but feel a little desperate, but he still refused to give up. He believed that the peak master would definitely hear his call and respond.
Just as Zhu Sheng was about to call out again, a slightly weary voice finally came from inside the cave: "Zhu Sheng, I know why you've come, but I'm at a critical moment in my seclusion and cannot come out."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Sheng's heart sank, but he still refused to give up.
He said urgently, "Peak Master, can you really bear to watch Fog Mountain be taken away by someone else?"
There was a moment of silence in the cave, then the peak master's voice came again: "Zhu Sheng, you should go back. The fate of Misty Mountain is in the hands of destiny. All I can do is continue my seclusion and strive to break through as soon as possible."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhu Sheng's eyes.
Could it be that the Peak Master is using the excuse of seclusion to deliberately avoid Chu Lengyu?
But he was still unwilling to give up, and shouted loudly, "Peak Master, I understand. But please rest assured, I will never give up, I will definitely find a way to take back Mist Mountain!"
After saying that, Zhu Sheng turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the mountain path.
After he left, the peak master in the cave sighed softly.
It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's just that he's in a precarious situation himself.
"Sigh..." He closed his eyes, feeling the demonic energy lurking within his body, his heart filled with bitterness.
Recalling that night a few months ago, after returning from the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I suddenly discovered a wisp of demonic energy that had seeped into the misty mountains.
He underestimated the danger, which allowed demonic energy to invade and erode his body.
In order to suppress the resistance and find a solution, he had to announce his seclusion, isolating himself from the world and refusing to see anyone, so as to prevent the demonic energy from leaking out and causing harm to others.
The peak master was once confident that with his years of cultivation, he would be able to suppress this insignificant wisp of demonic energy.
However, this demonic energy was far more stubborn and terrifying than he had imagined.
Instead of being suppressed, it seemed to be nourished, gradually recovering its strength through his blood and cultivation, and even began to try to control his physical body.
The fall of the Bamboo Elder, the loss of the Ice Lotus, the reappearance of the Ancestor, the extermination of the Bai family... Although he had not stepped out of the cave, he was constantly being informed of these events.
He knew that the situation was chaotic at the moment, and since he had proclaimed himself the peak master and was respected by everyone, he should step forward to take charge of the overall situation.
But what can he do right now?
This strange demonic energy, like a heavy shackle, bound him, making it difficult for him to break free, and filled him with a sense of powerlessness.
Therefore, faced with Zhu Sheng's request for an audience and his call, the Peak Master had no choice but to do so.
He knew even more clearly that if he couldn't find a way to dispel the demonic energy in time, he would eventually become a puppet of the demons, unable to protect Fog Mountain and becoming a great calamity.
The consequences will be hundreds or thousands of times worse than those of the Bai family patriarch.