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They were among the famous sects in Central Plains. Misty Rain House was one of the six sects.

In less than half a day after the legendary Martial Emperor’s Tomb had appeared, he had led the disciples from the tower to the scene in a hurry.

It was because Misty Rain House was the closest to Martial Emperor’s Tomb.

It was so close that it was on the shore of another river not far away.

Moreover, Jiang Po, the ‘fishing alone on a boat by chance’, was famous for being idle. He did not have a serious expression all day and only liked to travel around. When he finally returned to the sect, he was voted by the elders in the building to work.

Even if he shouted and shouted, he still could not change his decision.

“Sigh, this is really infuriating!”

Jiang Po sat cross-legged on the spot with a frown on his face. He looked at the river in the distance and sighed. “This old man still has three good places to go. It’s not easy for me to come back, and I’m so happy. Why was I suddenly dragged here to be a tomb raider? I don’t want to be the master of this useless sect anymore!”

The disciples standing by the side all looked at each other and smiled awkwardly at this thin, shameless but noble old man.

In the end, it was Jiang Po’s disciple, Misty Rain House’s inner sect chief, Ji Yushu, who came out to persuade him.

“Master, don’t complain anymore. There are 365 days in a year, and you are not in the sect for 366 days. If it wasn’t for the fact that your position as Sect Master was handpicked by the previous Sect Master before he died, the elders would not have let you be the Sect Master. Just admit your defeat and stop struggling.”

Ji Yushu a fair-looking man. His face was like jade and he had a scholarly air about him. He had the appearance of a standard Immortal sect disciple, which was very different from Jiang Po, who was always sloppy. He did not look like a master and disciple.

However, the moment he squatted in front of Jiang Po and spoke without any courtesy, it was obvious that they were of the same lineage.

Jiang Po’s face was bitter. After a long time, he patted his butt and stood up. He said fiercely, “After 150 years, I’ll pass the position to you and let you have a taste of free work!”

Ji Yushu took a step back and bowed. “Tere’s still exactly 110 years, you can bear with it.”

The disciples at the side laughed, but they held it back.

Jiang Po stomped his feet and stopped in a Huff. Only then did he look at the towering tomb in the distance.

The river water gushed and washed away the soil. The palace-like tomb stood on the half-collapsed riverbank.

The two sides of the river were already filled with people from various sects, some standing and some sitting. Everyone was on high alert, on guard against each other.

The invisible spiritual wave was still reverberating, but it was much weaker than before and was gradually disappearing.

When the Misty Rain House arrived, no one knew that this was the tomb of the Martial Emperor, who had been famous for a thousand years but had disappeared without a trace.

However, just half a day later, the Green Centipede released the news.

All of a sudden, all the sects were in an uproar.

Misty Rain House immediately stopped their actions. Although they were the first sect to arrive, they already knew that they had no business here.

Sure enough, the Jade Mirage Sect, the Taiqing Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion, the Sky Treasure Pavilion, the Kongtong Temple, the four aristocratic families, and other sects came one after another and sent their nearby disciples to investigate.

There were also a few small and medium-sized sects that had all come to watch the show. Although they were only at the periphery and did not dare to get close, it was still spectacular enough.

In terms of the number of sects, they might not even have seen such a formation in the war against the demonic sect.

After all, he was a Martial Emperor who had sanctified his body and was likely to be close to the Mahayana stage. The things that might be left in his grave were naturally coveted.

Furthermore, the huge spiritual wave fluctuation from before was either the birth of a treasure or a Secret Realm inside.

No matter which one it was, it was worth investigating.

However, due to the lack of time, the representatives of the big sects present were all disciples who happened to be nearby. The highest cultivation base among them was only at the Void Refinement stage.

For a time, the strongest person here was the third level of the Form Synthesis stage Sect Master of the Misty Rain House, Jiang Po.

If the Misty Rain House wanted to seize the initiative, this was the best time.

Although it was inevitable that people would criticize Jiang Po if he, as a senior, made a move now, it was said that he had always been protective of his own. If it was for the future of his disciples, he might put down his face and come to criticize them.

Thus, Misty Rain House, which should have been a bystander, had become the center of attention.

Jiang Po himself did not care at all. He introduced the disciples from the various sects who were present to his disciples.

“The one in the black Daoist robe and looking spirited is the Jade Mirage Sect. The one in front with the mace is Ling Jie, one of the three talents of the Jade Mirage Sect, ninth on the Divine Heroes List and Earth List… Eh? He should have the highest status among all the disciples of the Jade Mirage Sect here. Why is he still standing aside? it seems that they are waiting for someone to come.”

“This is the Taiqing Pavilion. There are many branches in the Taiqing Pavilion, and they wear different Daoist robes. However, they all have a jade tablet on their waists. It seems that they didn’t send any important disciples this time. It seems that the sect still needs to be reorganized after the recent chaos. I heard that their Green Lotus Swordsman has recently gone to the North Mansion, saying that she intends to meet the Rakshasa Demoness.”

“And that Kongtong Temple. A bunch of bald heads. Let’s not talk about them.”

“This is the Sky Treasure Pavilion…”

“This is the Sword Pavilion…”

“Then…”

The Misty Rain House disciples, who rarely came into contact with their Sect Master, listened with interest. They were slightly surprised. Although their Sect Master often sent loved to wander around to the mountains and rivers and traveled around, he actually knew more about the younger disciples of these sects than they did.

In the end, Jiang Po did not forget to pat Ji Yushu’s shoulder and said, “Of course, there’s also Misty Rain House’s inner sect head, the only disciple of the Sect Master, ‘Scholar Sword Student’ Ji Yushu, Earth List ranking 32nd. Not bad, not bad.”

Ji Yushu, “…”

One of the six sects on the side was from Solitary Cloud Peak. This sect did not get along well with Misty Rain House. He mocked, “How many years have you been stuck in rank 32? I can’t believe you declared such an embarrassing thing. What a disgrace.”

A Misty Rain House disciple immediately said angrily, “What right do you have to talk about Senior Brother Ji?!”

Ji Yushu did not really care about being ridiculed, but he felt a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to awkwardly stop his Junior Brothers and Sisters who were getting angry, he suddenly heard an uproar from the other side. It actually drowned out the original discussion of the crowd and broke the tacit ‘silence’.

The crowd was stunned and looked toward the source of the commotion.

They could vaguely hear few exclamations and discussions, such as ‘Jade Mirage Frost Smoke’, ‘Daoist Priest Ling Hua’, ‘Why is she here’, and so on.

The Misty Rain House disciples, as well as the disciples of the other sects, subconsciously looked towards the Jade Mirage Sect. Their mouths were wide open in shock.

Led by the Earth List’s 9th ranked Ling Jie in the lead, the Jade Mirage Sect’s disciples on both sides and bowed. “Welcome, Senior Sister.”

Chirp-

A crane’s cry descended from the clouds, and the white crane landed lightly on the ground. The slender figure standing on its back had her clothes fluttering, her black hair dancing in the wind, and her large sleeves fluttering, as if she was going to return with the wind.

She walked down from the crane’s back. Her hair was black and her skin was white. There seemed to be clouds and smoke lingering around her. Her eyes were indifferent and clean, without a trace of dust.

There was a moment of silence.