81: When the master arrived in Zhongzhou, the style of the story suddenly changed.

The Central Plains were on edge.

Ever since the "Five Evils of Eastern Wasteland"... oh no, the Hidden God Sect five-person group caused a series of earth-shattering news in the Central Plains, the nerves of the entire Central Plains were taut.

Especially those Holy Lands and noble families whose Opportunities were snatched and faces slapped; they were treating this like a major enemy.

"Scouts report that the energy fluctuations at the teleportation array from the Eastern Wasteland have been abnormal recently!"

"Could it be... that the Forbidden Ground is about to invade in full force?"

"Quick! Activate the Mountain-Protecting Formation! All Disciples enter Level 1 combat readiness!"

For a time, the entire Central Plains was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of "the storm is coming".

Everyone thought that what they were about to face was the legendary, world-destroying army of Cultivators from the Hidden God Sect.

However.

Reality is often more magical than novels.

Wanbao City, the giant teleportation array in the city center.

It was already packed with scouts sent by various Holy Lands, each holding their breath, staring fixedly at the humming array platform.

Finally.

"Hum—"

A blinding white light shot into the sky.

The light dissipated.

On the array platform, there was no army of thousands or armored soldiers as everyone had imagined.

What appeared was...

A Youth in White Robes wearing rough cloth, handsome beyond compare, holding a dirty-looking Mutt on a leash.

Behind him followed a Fat Aunt carrying a large black pot.

An old man with a hunched back, carrying a bald broom.

And a limping man holding a cane, reeking of alcohol, swaying with every step... a limping man.

A group of four people and one dog.

No matter how you looked at it, they seemed like a group from the countryside entering the city, preparing to go to a nursing home to spend their later years...

A "Sunset Red" tour group?

All the scouts were stunned.

They rubbed their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

Where was the promised army of Cultivators?

Where was the promised Devil King of the Forbidden Ground?

Just this?

On the array platform.

Li Daoxuan took a deep breath of the Spiritual Qi in the Central Plains, which was so dense it was almost dripping, and a look of extreme comfort appeared on his face.

"Not bad, not bad."

"The air in this place is sweeter than in our backwater."

"Beautiful mountains and clear waters, outstanding people and divine land."

He looked around at the bustling scene, nodding in satisfaction.

"It's a good place for retirement."

Fat Aunt behind him also chimed in: "That's right, Sect Master. The wet market here looks bigger than the one in the Eastern Wasteland. I wonder if they sell bear paws."

Limping Liu took a swig of wine: "Good wine! The air is even filled with the fragrance of wine!"

Only Grandpa Wang looked with disdain at the spotless, mirror-like white jade floor tiles, frowning: "Too clean. Nothing to sweep. It feels uncomfortable."

This strange combination, this grounded conversation.

Left the surrounding scouts, who were on high alert, completely confused.

Is this vibe... a bit wrong?

Just as everyone was looking at each other, not knowing how to react.

"Revered Master!!"

A heart-wrenching cry, filled with endless grievances, came from outside the crowd.

I saw Xiao Chen, Shi Tian, Leng Yanran, and the other five, like five stray dogs seeing their owner, scrambling and crawling through the crowd.

"Thump!"

The five of them knelt neatly in front of Li Daoxuan.

Xiao Chen, who was leading, hugged Li Daoxuan's thigh with snot and tears.

"Revered Master! You've finally come!"

"If you didn't come, us Disciples would have been bullied to death!"

Shi Tian also wailed loudly: "That's right, Revered Master! The people in the Central Plains are too bad! Not only do they not give us food, but they also chase us to hack at us!"

Ye Fan was even more direct, pointing at the bruise on his face that hadn't faded yet (he fell himself): "Revered Master, look! This is what they hit me with! Their hands were so heavy!"

Although Leng Yanran and Su Mo didn't cry, their eyes were red, looking like "the baby is suffering inside, but the baby won't say it".

The scene was as miserable as it could be.

Those who didn't know would have thought they had just experienced a tragic sect-extermination incident.

Li Daoxuan looked at these Disciples who were acting, his mouth twitching.

Good grief.

The "Self-Cultivation of Actors" he taught a few days ago wasn't taught in vain.

If these guys didn't go get an Oscar, it would truly be a waste of talent.

Although he was grumbling in his heart, his face instantly showed monstrous anger and endless heartache.

He slowly squatted down, gently wiping the "tears" (drool) from Xiao Chen's face, his voice gentle but carrying a trace of icy killing intent.

"Get up."

"Disciples of my Hidden God Sect kneel to Heaven, Earth, and parents, but to no one else."

"Tell Revered Master."

"Who is it?"

"Who bullied you like this?"

"Today, Revered Master will go and dig up their ancestral graves."

...

In the distance, in a private room of a tall building.

Several scouts from the Taichu Holy Land were watching everything happening in front of the teleportation array clearly through the Water Mirror Technique.

"Elder, the situation... is a bit wrong," a young scout reported.

The leading Elder with a hooked nose looked at the Youth in White Robes in the Water Mirror, who had no Spiritual Qi fluctuations and was even comforting his Disciples, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Just a bunch of bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland acting."

"I've checked that leader, Li Daoxuan, with 'Qi Observation Technique'. His blood and Qi are declining, his spiritual energy is severed; he is clearly just a Mortal."

"As for those old, weak, sick, and disabled people behind him, they haven't even entered the Qi Refining stage; they are just making up the numbers."

"Hmph, it seems the rumors were wrong."

The hooked-nose Elder sneered, reaching a conclusion he thought was extremely accurate.

"The Hidden God Sect is not a Forbidden Ground at all."

"They just made a name for themselves by relying on those few gifted Disciples and a few secret treasures they got from somewhere."

"Their Sect Master is just a swindler playing god!"

"Now that those Disciples have been scared by the Central Plains Prodigies, they called their parent to find a way to save face. And the result is this kind of paper tiger?"

"It's simply a joke!"

The young scout heard this and relaxed: "Then... Elder, how should we respond?"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the hooked-nose Elder's eyes.

"How to respond?"

"Of course... strike while the iron is hot!"

"Those five little brats have the Emperor Legacy and several Emperor Weapons! This is a huge Opportunity!"

"Before, I was wary that there was an expert behind them, so I didn't dare to make a move. Now it seems it was just a false alarm!"

He made a prompt decision and crushed a communication Jade Slip.

"Immediately send a message to the Holy Revered Master!"

"Tell him that the Eastern Wasteland bandit leader Li Daoxuan has appeared in Wanbao City!"

"He has no cultivation, he is just a Mortal, not to be feared!"

"Ask the Holy Revered Master to quickly lead the army here, set up a net, wipe out this gang of bandits, and seize the Emperor Weapons and Legacy!"

After doing all this, the hooked-nose Elder looked at Xiao Chen and the others who were still "crying" in the Water Mirror, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"There is a path to Heaven, but you chose not to take it; there is no door to Hell, yet you broke in."

"Bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland, today, let you see what... the foundation of the Central Plains is!"

"Heaven helps me!"

"Kill!"