si-mexico Chapter 152 The Net Is About to Close
Chapter 152 The Net Is About to Close
"Where are you headed, Fellow Daoist Zhuge?"
Before they even reached the mountain gate, Kongming and his companion were stopped by an elder.
"My brother is a picky eater. He said he's tired of the food from your clan, so I'm going down the mountain to buy some ingredients!"
Kongming waved his feather fan with a calm and composed expression.
"Fellow Daoist Pig, you are truly blessed to have such a good elder brother as you!"
Although the elder knew a little about the inside story, he didn't know much. He firmly believed in Kongming's identity, and since Zhu Bajie wasn't traveling with him, he didn't think much of it.
He then instructed the disciple guarding the mountain gate, "Why haven't you opened the barrier yet and let Fellow Daoist Zhuge down the mountain!"
Zhuge Liang bowed to him and then quickly left Biyou Sect...
"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, I have taken care of the An family's affairs. Now we are just waiting for you to take charge!"
Inside a deep mountain cave, Wu Guanqing reported to Kong Ming.
"Hmm! I knew I hadn't misjudged Fellow Daoist Wu. Your abilities have once again impressed me. I've noted down all the credit."
Kongming nodded and praised him generously.
Upon hearing this, Wu Guanqing's expression turned somewhat strange, and he hurriedly replied, "Compared to you, fellow Daoist, my humble skills are nothing special."
Back when Kongming was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he could easily crush him. Now, Kongming's strength and status are far beyond Kongming's reach.
"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Wu, there's no need to be so modest. I wonder if you would like to start your own sect?" Kongming said with a slight smile, waving his feather fan and staring at Wu Guanqing.
This person's strategies and methods are truly superb, and he is also a Golden Core cultivator. Kongming likes this person from the bottom of his heart. If he were to establish a sect for him, he would definitely become his right-hand man in the future.
Wu Guanqing was taken aback upon hearing this, and said, "Putting aside my own weakness, the enormous funds and territory required to establish a sect are beyond my capabilities. I think I should just give up!"
"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Wu is a Golden Core cultivator, fully qualified to set up his own sect. As for funding and territory, I'll take care of that for you! What do you think?" Kongming waved his feather fan and laughed.
Wu Guanqing looked up at Kongming, his expression one of disbelief.
It's important to understand that the expenses of a sect are not a small amount, especially for newly established sects that lack resources and are completely unable to make ends meet.
But who the hell wouldn't want to become a sect leader and ancestor? And seeing that Kongming didn't seem to be joking, Wu Guanqing immediately knelt on one knee, "Fellow Daoist Zhuge, you have such a grand vision! I, Wu Guanqing, swear to serve you to the death!"
“No problem! Here is 100 million gold notes, which will serve as your start-up capital. As for the location of the mountain gate, I will designate it for you later!”
With that, Kongming waved his hand, and a hundred million gold notes were handed out. If Zhu Bajie were here, he would definitely be furious with him.
Wu Guanqing accepted the huge sum of gold notes with trembling hands, as if in a dream.
He came from a small sect and relied on Du Ruhui to earn resources, barely enough to sustain his cultivation. He had never seen so much wealth before.
"I have never seen such magnanimity in my life as Fellow Daoist Zhuge. From now on, I will follow your lead!" Wu Guanqing bowed again and said sincerely.
When Kongming let him go and gave him 500,000 gold notes, he thought that was the limit, but he didn't expect that was just a drop in the ocean.
"I never treat my own people unfairly. As long as you sincerely work for me, it's not impossible for you to become famous throughout the world!"
After Kongming finished speaking, he gestured for him to leave.
"Prime Minister, our troops have entered the three prefectures and are awaiting your orders!"
"Good! Immediately have Li Guangling occupy all the central hubs in the mortal realm, and notify Yu Ding and Tian Lei Sects to prepare to besiege Biyou Sect!" Kongming said, waving his feather fan.
According to Wu Guanqing's intelligence, the Sima family of Shengzhou has sent people to the three prefectures to verify the information.
He had to wipe out the Biyou Sect before the Sima family arrived, and he also had to hunt down An Lushan.
Although this person is just an ordinary mortal, he is exceptionally resourceful and his threat level is comparable to that of some high-level cultivators.
This time, if they hadn't known about An Lushan's scheme beforehand, and their identities had been exposed once the Sima family arrived, their chances of survival would have been slim.
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"Someone is coming..."
Inside the dungeon, An Lushan noticed that An Yong hadn't come to report to him for two days, and he guessed that something might have happened, so he shouted loudly again.
"Young Master, if you continue like this, we'll be in a difficult position. Don't blame me for reporting to the sect; you'll be the one punished then!"
A leading disciple of the Biyou Sect, along with several others, reluctantly entered the dungeon to try and persuade them.
These past two days, An Lushan has been acting like a madman, calling them down almost every two incense sticks, which has made his disciples very impatient.
Unfortunately, the elder on duty had to go out, which was a hardship for the disciples.
If An Lushan hadn't held such a prestigious position, they would have all wanted to crush him.
"Immediately send a message to Elder Park Hwi: there's been a disturbance at the border, and Zhuge Liang can no longer be allowed to live! Go quickly..."
An Lushan had no desire to waste any more words with these Biyou Sect disciples. He stepped forward, grabbed the leader by the collar, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Has he gone mad from being locked up? The border is heavily guarded, and there hasn't been a single disturbance. How could something have changed?"
Another disciple of the Biyou Sect muttered to himself.
The disciple whose collar had been grabbed was also somewhat enraged. He pulled his hand away from An Lushan and said sternly, "Behave yourself! Without the sect's notification, don't even think about stepping out of here!"
Seeing that An Lushan was not in any danger, the group prepared to leave the dungeon.
"Stop right there! This is a matter of military and political importance. Are you capable of taking responsibility for it? If anything goes wrong, the elders will absolutely not let you off the hook! I suspect that something has happened to the Prince An's residence. Quickly send someone to investigate."
An Lushan blocked their path and shouted anxiously. He was extremely worried, fearing that delay would lead to unforeseen changes.
"Hmph! Don't try to intimidate us with your status. Here, you're just a prisoner."
A thin disciple stared coldly at An Lushan and said with a disdainful expression.
However, the leading disciple glared at him and then said, "The Prince An's residence isn't far from here. Go and investigate quickly. We'll wait here in the dungeon to put the young master at ease!"
Upon hearing this, An Lushan's expression softened...
Two incense sticks later, the disciple returned to the dungeon in a panic.
"Senior Brother Li, something terrible has happened! The Prince An's residence is empty, and the Prince An has disappeared!"
"What?" the leading disciple of the Biyou Sect shouted.
Little did they know, Wu Guanqing had already moved Prince An!
At this moment, the disciples of Biyou Sect sensed something was wrong. They glanced at An Lushan and gained a new understanding of his keen insight.
A few days ago, An Lushan was clamoring for them to send a message back to kill Zhuge Liang, but they just treated it as a joke. They really regretted their actions.
After all, An Lushan had been imprisoned for more than ten days, and his judgment of the outside world depended entirely on An Ming's fragmented words. Who would believe him?
The leading disciple didn't have time to think; he carried An Lushan and ran out of the dungeon...