si-mexico Chapter 162 The Illusory Spirit Face
Chapter 162 The Illusory Spirit Face
Kongming composed himself, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior is too kind. However, I am currently being targeted by the Sima family, which makes my movements very inconvenient. I hope that senior can help me get rid of their entanglement."
The deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion sneered, "You think you can rest easy just because you've evaded the Sima family's pursuit? Do you think those three major sects, whom you've manipulated, will let you go? In my opinion, you'd better come to my Blood Drop Pavilion and work for us to save your life!"
Upon hearing this, Kongming's expression hardened, and he thought to himself that the Blood Drop Pavilion had indeed thoroughly grasped his weaknesses.
But it's absolutely impossible to let him be controlled by the Blood Drop Pavilion for the rest of his life.
Kongming remained calm. "There's no need for you to worry about that, senior. I believe I have some tricks up my sleeve. As long as the Nascent Soul doesn't come out, they can't do anything to me."
Kongming must maximize his interests. At this critical moment, the best course of action is to devise a plan to get rid of the Sima family. Otherwise, with a sword always hanging over his head, no one can sleep soundly.
If all else fails, we must drag Blood Drop Pavilion down with us.
The deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion was quite annoyed to see that Kongming was so determined, but if Kongming could be used by him, he would definitely be a great help. So he said calmly.
"The foundations of those ancient aristocratic families are beyond our imagination. If they find out that my Blood Drop Pavilion is involved in this, do you know the consequences?" the deputy pavilion master of the Blood Drop Pavilion said coldly.
Kongming's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer. "Senior, as you yourself said, those ancient aristocratic families have profound foundations. If they find out that I have a connection with your Blood Drop Pavilion, they will definitely investigate to the end. At that time, even if I, Kongming, die without regret, the Blood Drop Pavilion's thousand-year plan will probably be destroyed in an instant."
The deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion had a gloomy face and his eyes flashed with cold light. He was well aware of the dangers involved.
But Kongming was clearly threatening him with his words. After all, it was impossible to guard against Kongming spreading this news, which forced him to help.
"Hmph, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Fine, I'll arrange for people to temporarily hold off the Sima family for you, but you'd better not try anything funny." His words were laced with a strong warning.
"I have already taken all the Blood Demon Pills from your esteemed establishment. Do you think I would dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts?" Kongming said calmly, waving his feather fan, while secretly plotting how to use this opportunity to gain more initiative for himself.
"Good to know. If you want to experience that feeling of being worse than dead again, you can try it!"
The deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion glared at Kong Ming. If Kong Ming wasn't still of use, why would he waste his breath on a junior?
Kongming remained noncommittal, then waved his feather fan and said, "Senior, shouldn't we now discuss some serious matters?"
The deputy leader of the Blood Drop Pavilion glanced at him and said, "I will arrange for an assassin to disguise himself as you. What do you think?"
Kongming nodded upon hearing this and said, "That's certainly feasible. I've never met the Sima family's envoy. As long as that assassin knows something about my style of doing things and some basic information, he should be able to fool them. However, senior, it seems that's not enough!"
Upon hearing this, the deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion snorted coldly, and then a delicate brocade box appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he reluctantly handed to Kongming.
Kongming took the brocade box, opened it, and inside was an object as thin as a cicada's wing, yet exuding a strange texture.
Its surface has a subtle, flowing luster, like flowing moonlight, so delicate that not a single flaw can be found.
"This is a treasure I obtained a hundred years ago, called the 'Illusory Concealing Mask'. It can change your appearance at will, impersonating either a white-haired old man or a child. Even those masters with special perception techniques will find it difficult to detect your true identity."
As the deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion spoke, he reached out and gently touched the mask. A burst of spiritual light emanated from the mask, which was clearly no ordinary item.
"Such a wondrous treasure exists!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Kongming's eyes. With this item, he could walk openly and legitimately in the cultivation world, which was undoubtedly the best outcome at present.
Now, he possesses two priceless treasures, and he believes that one day he will have the means to compete with those ancient and powerful families.
Kongming carefully put away the Illusionary Spirit Mask, then clasped his hands in a salute to the Vice Pavilion Master of the Blood Drop Pavilion: "Thank you for your generous gift, Senior."
The deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion waved his hand: "As long as you are sincere in serving me, I will not treat you unfairly. Also, although this Illusionary Spirit Mask is magical, it needs to be nourished by one's own magic power. If the magic power is sealed, then the true face will be revealed. You have to be careful, or you will implicate my Blood Drop Pavilion!"
Kongming nodded slightly, "Senior, rest assured, Kongming will be cautious."
After saying that, he looked at the deputy head of the Blood Drop Pavilion and said, "Senior, would you please help me take down the Biyou Sect first? Only after I control these three states will I have the qualifications to instigate conflicts between nations!"
"Hmph! Zhuge Kongming, you really know how to push your luck!" the deputy pavilion master of Blood Drop Pavilion sneered.
However, Kongming's words left him with no fault to find, so he had no choice but to agree.
According to Kong Ming's estimation, although both Yu Ding and Tian Lei sects are state-level sects, they still have a certain gap in foundation compared to Bi You sect.
It's feasible to besiege the Biyou Sect with the combined strength of the two sects, but the chances of completely eradicating it are slim.
After all, the mountain-protecting formation was built by the Biyou Sect at great expense. As long as the Nascent Soul cultivator doesn't come out, no matter how much trouble you cause outside, I will remain unmoved.
Duanmu Qing stared at Kongming with a strange expression. He hadn't expected that this guy would make the Blood Drop Pavilion his henchmen before he even started working for the Blood Drop Pavilion.
After everything was agreed upon, the group exchanged contact information and then left.
As for Kongming and Duanmu Qing, they even 'thawed the ice' and acted out a scene of good buddies...
Meanwhile, Kongming, wearing the Illusionary Spirit Mask, rushed back to the mountain valley where Zhao Yun was healing.
At this moment, Zhao Yun was meditating and regulating his breathing when he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps. He knew that it must be the Prime Minister who had escaped the pursuit and returned to find him.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a figure slowly walking towards him, but the face was completely unfamiliar, and even the aura was very different from Kongming's.
Zhao Yun frowned, looking warily towards the cave entrance. He placed one hand on his silver spear and shouted, "Who goes there?"
Seeing this, Kongming waved his feather fan and said softly with a smile, "Zilong, don't be alarmed, it's me."
"Prime Minister?"
As the figure drew closer, Zhao Yun examined it closely. There was a resemblance to Zhuge Liang in the figure's features, but the unfamiliar face made him unsure of its identity.
Kongming smiled, then reached out and wiped his face. The spiritual energy fluctuations of the Illusionary Spirit Mask flashed by, and the familiar face reappeared.
Zhao Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief and released the silver spear. "Prime Minister, what... why do you look so different?"
"It's a long story, I'll tell you about it another day!"
Seeing that Kongming was unwilling to say more, Zhao Yun did not ask any further questions, but changed the subject and said, "Prime Minister, Ganglie is still in Biyou Sect. Shouldn't we bring him back now?"
Kongming nodded upon hearing this. Now that the Sima family was temporarily safe, it was time to bring this pig back. If it stayed any longer, the fellow might start cursing...