91: Chapter 91 You guys eat the meat, I'll just have the soup, okay?

The surrounding logistics Disciples looked at Tang Xun as if he were a complete madman.

On this battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, everyone was stunned and soul-lost by the miraculous crack of the Secret Realm.

Only this guy could actually laugh, and he laughed so loudly, so creepily.

Tang Xun, however, completely ignored the gazes of others.

He laughed enough.

The pent-up frustration in his chest from being deceived and slaughtered like pigs and dogs was vented out through this burst of laughter.

Anger cannot solve problems.

Only power and benefits are the only real things in this messed-up world.

He watched those Elders who were usually high and mighty, now like wild dogs smelling blood, rushing headlong toward that space gate. The last bit of belonging he felt for the Sect completely dissipated.

To Hell with the Sect.

I am done serving them.

However, leaving just like this would be too easy for these bastards.

Tang Xun's gaze locked tightly onto the space gate emitting a ghostly light.

You old fogeys used our tens of thousands of lives as a pledge to knock open the door to this treasure vault.

Now you want to go in and eat alone?

Not a chance!

If you eat the meat, I should at least be able to follow behind and drink some soup, right?

No, the soup is too little.

I must find a way to snatch a piece of meat from your bowls too!

A crazy plan quickly took shape in his mind.

"Clean up the battlefield? Guard in place?"

Tang Xun couldn't help but want to laugh again when he heard the high-sounding order from the Azure Cloud Sect Sect Head.

It sounded so nice.

It's a pity that you calculated everything, but you missed one small Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator whose actual cultivation is Core Formation Mid-stage, and who has a cheat.

Tang Xun began to move through the crowd without changing his expression.

His Divine Sense, like the most precise radar, swept rapidly over those Core Formation True Persons rushing toward the space gate.

He needed to find a target.

A suitable target that could be used for disguise.

It couldn't be too strong; a target that was too strong would easily attract attention, and he wouldn't be able to imitate their behavior.

It would be best if they were Early-Stage Core Formation, had a solitary personality, didn't like to talk to people, and were the type who kept to themselves.

In this way, even if he snuck in, as long as he spoke little, it wouldn't be easy to be exposed.

Soon, a figure entered Tang Xun's line of sight.

That was an old man wearing a grey Daoist robe with a withered face. His cultivation was Early-Stage Core Formation, and among the many bright and beautiful Elders, he looked completely unremarkable.

Tang Xun remembered him; he seemed to be an Elder from the Herb Peak, surnamed Sun, who was usually responsible for guarding the medicinal garden. He had an extremely solitary personality and almost never interacted with others.

This time, having been recruited to the front line, he also kept a straight face all day and ignored everyone.

Simply the perfect disguise target! It's him!

Tang Xun set his target instantly in his heart.

He watched that Elder Sun fly into the space gate with the crowd and disappear.

Tang Xun was not in a hurry.

He knew it was not the time yet.

Most of the Core Formation True Persons had already entered, but the Sect's high-level personnel must still be guarding the entrance. Going over now would be walking right into a trap.

He needed to wait.

Wait for an opportunity.

Wait until everyone lowered their guard.

He lowered his head, pretending to be scared out of his wits, and followed the logistics Disciples beside him, beginning to "clean up the battlefield."

The so-called cleaning up of the battlefield was, to put it bluntly, sweeping up trash.

Collect the corpses of fellow Sect members; as for the corpses of those Demonic Path Cultivators, just pile them together randomly and burn them with a fire.

In the air, the smell of blood and the stench of burning were mixed together, forming a nauseating, hellish odor.

Tang Xun, expressionless, carried the mutilated corpses of Azure Cloud Sect Disciples to the designated location.

He saw many familiar faces.

There was the Junior Brother who had once asked him about Alchemy in the Logistics Camp.

There were the Law Enforcement Hall Disciples who were responsible for patrols and whom he had met a few times.

They died very miserably.

On their faces, unwillingness and confusion were still frozen.

Perhaps, until they died, they didn't even know why they fought and why they died.

Tang Xun's heart was as hard as a stone.

He had no trace of sorrow, only a cold numbness.

He knew that if he were not strong enough and ruthless enough, then today there would be one more person lying here: himself.

Time passed minute by minute.

Half an hour later, most of the Core Formation True Persons had already entered the Secret Realm.

On the battlefield, only thousands of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining Disciples like him were silently cleaning up the mess.

In the sky, that huge space gate was still floating quietly.

Tang Xun scanned with his Divine Sense and discovered that the several Nascent Soul True Lords who were originally guarding the entrance were gone; presumably, they had also entered the Secret Realm.

Only two Late Core Formation Stage high-level members remained, like gate gods, guarding both sides of the entrance.

Their expressions were also somewhat absent-minded, their gazes frequently looking toward the deep entrance of the Secret Realm; clearly, they were also itching with impatience.

The opportunity had arrived!

Tang Xun found an excuse, left the logistics Disciple team, and quietly slipped behind a small hill piled with corpses of Demonic Path Cultivators.

He confirmed that there was no one around.

With a thought.

[Thousand Faces (Green)] activated!

His figure and appearance began to change drastically.

His bones made a "crackle" sound, and his posture changed from upright to somewhat hunched.

His young face was covered in wrinkles, becoming withered and gloomy.

The logistics Disciple uniform on his body also turned into an ordinary grey Daoist robe.

It took no more than three breaths of time.

A living Elder Sun appeared on the spot.

Then, he activated [Breath Concealment Technique (Purple)].

Perfectly simulating his aura to look like that of an Early-Stage Core Formation.

Even the faint scent of herbs on his body, from years of dealing with plants, was imitated vividly.

After doing all this, Tang Xun picked up a broken Dharma sword from the corpse pile and slashed it across his body a few times.

He also smeared some blood on his face.

Making himself look like he had been slightly injured in the previous battle and had been delayed by something, thus arriving late.

The preparations were all complete.

Tang Xun took a deep breath, leaned on the broken sword, and limped out from behind the mountain of corpses.

He lowered his head, hunched his back, and stumbled as he flew toward the space gate in the sky.