The headquarters of the Immortal League and the area where the Supervisory Hall is located.
On the forehead of one of the main halls, there are four shining runic characters written on the door: "Inspection General Hall".
Inside the palace.
On the throne above, sits a tough-faced monk with a square face. He is wearing a star robe with six purple nine-leaf clovers embroidered on the sleeves. He is surrounded by suffocating pressure and looks extremely majestic.
On the seats on both sides below, there are many monks sitting on each side, both men and women, old and young. Each monk has a late-stage golden elixir cultivation level, and there are varying numbers of golden nine-leaf clovers embroidered on the sleeves.
At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was a little subtle.
The square-faced monk sitting on the throne above looked around.
No monk dared to speak, and no monk dared to look at him.
At this moment, many monks lowered their high heads.
See this.
Sitting in the throne above, the middle-aged monk with a majestic face glanced at the cultivators calmly and said calmly:
"Palace Master Chu has given me a deadline."
"So this mission must be completed within ten years."
"You are all core disciples of the major immortal sects, and there are also my descendants among you. I am asking you one last time, is there anyone willing to take on this task?"
"The mission reward will be added, 10,000 contribution points, and a purple spirit peach."
Hear the words.
The monks sitting in the two chairs below all showed signs of excitement, but they thought of the dangers of this mission.
Immediately, the fluttering in my heart disappeared, and I looked at the ground in front of me with lowered eyebrows.
"Is there still no one who dares to take on this task?"
"Since no one has taken the initiative to take over this task, I will order someone else!"
at this time.
On the left below, one of the young monks from the Immortal Fusion Sect took a careful look and knew that it would be too late if he didn't speak.
He knew that due to the ruthless character of his ancestors, there was a high chance that such a dangerous mission that no one wanted to take would fall on them.
Although they usually receive preferential treatment in the main hall, every time there is such a mission, they, the monks of their own sect, are the vanguard.
There used to be many monks from our sect in the inspection hall, but now there are not many left.
In the past, in the sect, there were countless monks who wanted to join the Inspection Hall, like crucian carp crossing the river, but the deaths of monks one after another caused the fiery hearts of many fellow sects to cool down.
Especially after hearing about Master Hou's style in the inspection hall, I was even more afraid that no monk would dare to join the Supervisory Hall again.
certainly.
There are also many monks who survived and made great progress in cultivation, including him.
If it is an ordinary dangerous task, just accept it with gritted teeth. After all, behind the risks, there are often huge rewards.
After all, if a monk wants to continue on the path to immortality, he needs to face risks everywhere at any time.
But this mission is too dangerous, almost escaping death?
Too dangerous!
Even if you take a risk, it's not that risky, right?
Thinking of this, the young monk composed his thoughts and whispered:
"Ancestor, do you also know who the backer of the Huangfu Immortal Clan is? Otherwise, this mission should be cancelled!"
I am afraid that among the many monks who have been assigned, the younger generation of the sect who is waiting for the director is the most enthusiastic. Obviously they also know that this task is likely to fall on them.
Then many monks quickly spoke:
"Yes! Forget it, ancestor!"
"Even if it is found out, there is a possibility that nothing will happen in the end, so why bother recruiting the monks from our inspection hall!"
"good!"
"Old Ancestor, disciples have heard that Huangfu Yun is Zhenjun Huangfu's favorite descendant. It is very likely that he will be able to seek help from the venerable one by then. Even if Huangfu Yun really colludes with evil cultivators and roams the endless sea, this pair of venerables will
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"Director Hou, maybe the truth has come to light. It's very possible that Huangfu Yun was given a gentle scolding by the venerable leader of the Zhenhai League."
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For a time, many monks analyzed the pros and cons of this matter clearly.
Hou Zhenjun, who was sitting above, frowned, glanced at the many monks below, and said calmly:
"quiet!"
Although the sound seemed small, many monks seemed to hear a thunderous sound in their ears.
Immediately, the entire hall fell silent again.
Even those monks from the Immortal Fusion Sect who were unwilling to do so had stopped making noises.
Hou Zhenjun looked calm and said:
"This matter does not need to be discussed further!"
He glanced at the many monks and said:
"Gong Jian obeys the order!"
After hearing this, many monks temporarily relaxed their worries.
One of the short old men looked at the monks complicatedly, stood up, and said:
"The disciple is here!"
"I'm going to the Zhenhai League to investigate the case of Huangfu Yun colluding with evil cultivators to kill the Yuan family in Liuhuaxian City!"
"This case concerns the face of the Immortal Alliance, so we must not neglect it."
Hou Zhenjun said with a calm expression on his face.
"Disciple, obey!"
The short old man reluctantly accepted this task.
Going here is the point of no return.
But if you don't accept the order, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death by this cold-blooded, ruthless, uncompromising uncle.
Once he escapes, not only will he immediately be subject to the Heavenly Pursuit Order of the Immortal Alliance, but sooner or later he will not be able to escape the sanctions of the Immortal Alliance. Even his descendants in the sect will be implicated.
Thinking of this, the old man immediately gave up the thought that he shouldn't have had in his heart.
Hou Zhenjun, who was sitting upright, saw the old man's despairing look, thought for a moment, and added:
"Sir, you don't need to worry about the Zhenhai League. We have our own god-transforming lord to come forward."
"As soon as you get hold of the key witness or material evidence, notify me immediately and I will personally capture it."
"After completing this task, I will be promoted to the rank of Inspector of Nine Leaves."
The words fell.
Hou Zhenjun's figure flashed and disappeared into this hall.
after!
The hall instantly became lively, and many monks always felt like they were escaping from a disaster. Then they left the hall with smiles on their faces.
Several monks from the Immortal Fusion Sect looked at each other and felt that they were suffering from the same disease.
At this time, one of the young monks took a look, and the old man who took over the task said:
"Senior Brother Gong, if you need anything, how many of us can be used?"
"That's right, Brother Gong has a useful place, just say so?"
"Yes, we will do our best to help you!"
"Helping Brother Gong means helping me."
Without waiting, the short old man spoke, and the young monk continued:
"Senior brothers, why don't you go to your junior brother's cave and discuss it further?"
The short old man smiled bitterly and nodded.
He did not refuse. One more person to help would give him more hope of survival. In the past, some fellow disciples were assigned very dangerous tasks. It was because of the worry of the help of many fellow disciples that they completed the task.
Moreover, there is still hope of completing the mission, right?
After that! The short old man, surrounded by many fellow disciples of Rongshenxian Sect, walked out of the main hall.