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Chapter 342 - Door Open

Chapter 342: Door Open

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“Jie Se, eat some crab meat, it can supplement physical strength.” Li Xianyu handed over a piece of crab meat.

Jie Se’s white clothes had been stained red with blood. There were many wounds on his body. Fortunately, they were all slight injuries. Except for his disordered breath and his messy appearance, his foundations were not hurt at all.

When the Buddhist and Taoist experts clamoured to protect their disciples, Jie Se beared the burden of supporting the whole field. He ran wherever there was danger and blocked the attacks for the people of both religions.

Jie Se’s dim eyes lit up as he spoke lightly. “Monks do not eat meat.”

Li Xianyu murmured, “Rigid, boring, what era are you in? You still talk about these rules and regulations? How can Buddha Head, who’s not serious, groom such a pedantic disciple?”

Jie Se stared coldly at him.

Based on logic, Li Xianyu was reasonably close to him, because Li Wuxiang was his senior, even though he had never met him before. Li Wuxiang’s son, in terms of seniority, was his nephew.

However, Jie Se just didn’t like this kid. He even thought that Li Peiyun was more pleasant than Li Xianyu. Amongst the F4 in the demon descendants’ community, Dan Chenzi and Li Peiyun were pure people.

One was apathetic, and slightly evil, the other was cold, proud, and slightly thick-skinned. Li Xianyu was the only easily-influenced guy.

One was right to say that he was despicable.

It was right to say that he was a libertine.

It seemed that he could be serious too.

For example, when discussing the affairs of Hua Yang and the Demonic Priest at the Forum Conference, thinking from his perspective. Jie Se knew that he would do the same, but he knew that most people couldn’t. He couldn’t be angry for a devil who had been dead for 80 years.

Jie Se was a monk with a clear mind. He didn’t like Li Xianyu, a scheming and sophisticated mortal, instinctively.

“Before you went down the mountain, did Buddha Head have any instructions for you?” Li Xianyu suddenly asked.

“Open the door, no more.” Jie Se thought about it and answered truthfully.

“Remember what your master said,” Li Xianyu said, quietly handing him a needle tube with dark red blood inside.

Jie Se didn’t reply as he looked at him blankly.

“My blood… Oh, it’s self-healing.” Li Xianyu lowered his voice. “Take it, it can help you at the critical moment. Besides, it’s my secret. Don’t tell anyone.”

It was not a secret. There were numerous people who knew it.

He put the needle tube into Jie Se’s hand. Li Xianyu, dragging his crab claws along, went to his family’s old ancestor, with a smile on his face and reciting, “My grandma.”

What a lackey. Jie Se looked down at the needle tube in the palm of his hand and remembered Li Xianyu’s words. He always thought that he had a point with his words, which had a deeper meaning.

“Before I went down the mountain, Teacher told me to listen to Li Xianyu more…” Jie Se frowned and quietly put the needle away. At this time, he felt that someone came to his side. It was the strikingly handsome Thunderlord.

“Master Jie Se.” Thunderlord said hello with a smile.

“I dare not.” Jie Se mimicked a praying motion as he lowered his head slightly.

Thunderlord pointed to the huge bronze door. “Behind this door is the Great Deities Palace. Can you see what’s up?”

Jie Se looked up at the bronze gate. He couldn’t help but think of a cartoon he watched when he was young. The little monkey, with a golden rod, stood outside the Southern Heavenly Gate. The gate was majestic, towering into the clouds, surrounded by clouds, and Monkey Sun was as small as an ant.

After many years, he suddenly saw the pictures in the animation, which made him a little shocked and surprised.

Strange cloud patterns were carved on the door. This style could not be found in human history. Of course, Thunderlord wouldn’t let him watch this. Jie Se would soon focus on the giant bird in the position of the gate ring.

It was a big bird that spread its wings and wanted to fly. Its image was very elegant and strange. He couldn’t figure out the species.

The focus was on the eye of the big bird. The eye was a circle composed of independent grooves, one of which was familiar.

“Baoze’s key is there.” Thunderlord pointed to one of the grooves, gazed back and looked at Jie Se. Without any further ado, he said directly, “Where is the key of Lianghua Temple?”

Jie Se’s pupils shrank.

“There are eight keys to the Great Deities Palace, but it seems that you need only one to enter. Regarding this point, we were confused at the beginning. After discussion, we came to the conjecture that different keys may open different doors. Later, we will go first. When the door is closed, you can bring them in.”

Jie Se slightly nodded. “What about those scattered cultivators?”

“I didn’t plan to let them come in. You carry this burden on your own.” Thunderlord shrugged.

Jie Se had come to the point. Scattered cultivators were a pain. They were unrestrained, ill-disciplined. It was a mob, but it had considerable power. It would be troublesome.

After the Taoist and Buddhist Associations and the seven families disclosed the news of the Great Deities Palace to the outside world, Baoze was very frustrated. Now, Baoze felt like they had found an ancient tomb. The national archaeological team hadn’t come yet, but the people were already muttering, “The tomb is national, it’s ours, and the treasures inside are ours.”

The big families in the demon descendants’ community were like the local gentry and tyrants who encouraged the people to make trouble, and they fought against the court using the people as well as their own forces.

This was the situation in the demon descendants’ community today.

Baoze’s employees were not interested in these scattered cultivators, and didn’t even want them to enter the Great Deities Palace. They thought about their safety. However, the big families and the scattered cultivators’ alliance didn’t think so. In their view, these scattered cultivators could be used as cannon fodder and also to neutralise Baoze.

“Employees and allies of Baoze Group, come and gather immediately. We are ready to enter the Great Deities Palace,” declared Thunderlord.

His voice attracted everyone’s attention. Baoze’s employees quietly approached Thunderlord, and six or seven overseas forces, including the Association of Superpowered Beings and the Sakurai family, followed.

They were not the only ones. The scattered cultivators and the demon descendant families shamelessly gathered as well.

Baoze’s senior staff stood in a line without expression and stopped people.

“Why are you stopping us? Do you want to monopolize the Great Deities Palace?”

“The Great Deities Palace belongs to all of us. Why can’t we go in together?”

“Baoze is also an official organization? Bah, it’s not even as good as the Buddhist and Taoist Associations, as well as the other families.”

“We have also offered blood. Why can’t we go in?”

The scattered cultivators without background and the small forces shouted in unison.

They seemed to have been mentally prepared. They are united in their criticism of Baoze.

Black God stepped out with a deep roar. The sound wave contained mental power. Like ripples, it shook the scattered cultivators until they were dizzy and felt suffocated. The noise died down in an instant.

Ape God stepped out, looked down, and said in a deep voice, “Baoze never promised you anything. We repeatedly warned you that the Great Deities Palace is a dangerous place. Don’t get close to it.”

Combat God said coldly, “Whoever promised you? Go find them.”

Baoze’s S-class people expressed their opinions one after another with a clear attitude that they would not let small forces in.

Baoze was so powerful that the masses immediately chickened out and dared not speak out.

In the crowd, Shen Kuo grumbled. “How authoritative. Everyone has contributed to opening the stone gate. If you pay, you are entitled to something. Why should Baoze plunder the fruits of our labor?”

The head of the Wu family echoed, “With more people comes more power. Because of the danger of the Great Deities Palace, we should work together.”

With the support of the heads of the seven families, the people were emboldened again, with a series of harmonies.

The seven families thought very simply. Scattered cultivators were a double-edged sword. They were not only good teammates who could be used as cannon fodder, but also a competitor who couldn’t compete with others.

If a few large-scale scattered cultivator organizations were to be added, the forces gathering here had surpassed the seven families, which was obviously not conducive to subsequent treasure explorations.

Hence, it was agreed that the problematic scattered cultivators should be pushed to Baoze, at least partially.

The atmosphere was a little tense. Baoze’s people frowned as they analyzed the situation. Li Xianyu silently felt for a wallet from San Wu’s pocket, put his hand into it, groped for a long time, found an RPG standing on San Wu’s shoulder, and then pushed her small waist gently.

San Wu rushed forward a few steps, and the swarthy muzzle was aimed at the shouting people.

Under the cold expression of the ex-A-class killer in the Ancient Gods Clan, the scene suddenly quieted down, followed by a series of disorderly footsteps. The demon descendants in the front row backed off in panic and turned pale.

The threat of heat weapons was huge to demon descendants. The explosive power of anti tank rocket launchers could easily break their flesh and bodies.

This kind of explosive power from science and technology is the embodiment of the power of “ordinary mortals”. After decades of hard cultivation, maybe a few tens of thousands of dollars worth of things could dissipate a thousand years of one’s cultivation.

However, in ordinary times, most people didn’t care about most thermal weapons. If the weapon system was compared to a science and technology tree, the main trunk would have the words “destructive power”. The other functions were sparse branches.

If the demon descendants’ system were to be compared to a tree, then the Gokudo Path was the main trunk, and its branches were dense and thick.

In short, there were uncountable varieties of abilities in the genetic makeup of demon descendants.

Although carbon-based life couldn’t withstand powerful thermal weapons, most people here were confident of avoiding the bullets from the RPG. The powerful five senses of demon descendants enabled them to predict the trajectory of even snipers’ bullets.

It was too easy to avoid thermal weapons. For example, the earth-series power only needed to pull up a wall between itself and the missile in advance, and the missile couldn’t blow itself up. There were too many similar powers.

However, if the shooter is a former A-class killer of the Ancient Gods Clan, the situation would be different. The shell she fired would come with its own GPS navigation system.

Although there was still a way to resist it, none of the people here were super experts. They were just scattered cultivators with no background nor backing.

Shen Kuo shut up, and the other family leaders stopped talking.

Baoze’s S-class people were shocked. They had repeatedly warned San Wu that she should not use weapons of mass destruction in a narrow environment or in a crowded situation with teammates.

San Wu solemnly agreed, but now it seemed like she listened more to the words of the Li family’s heir.

In this mission, the S-class people were less afraid of god-like enemies as compared to San Wu’s friendly fire and Li Xianyu’s trouble magnet tendencies.

The essence of both was to attack the enemy hard but destroy the teammates as well.

After a moment of stalemate, Thunderlord took Jie Se aside. “Do you think this is okay? Baoze will compromise, and let’s split the people up.”

“How do we split?” Jie Se asked.

He obviously forgot his teacher’s instructions and Li Xianyu’s admonition again. The most important characteristics of Jie Se were rigidity, seriousness, and a strong sense of justice. Sometimes, it could become a weakness.

As a leader, he thought that since he was in charge of leading the team on behalf of his teacher, he had to consider the Taoist and Buddhist Association before making decisions.

“You can take the scattered cultivators with you. You have to carry this burden on your own, but in exchange, we can help you take some of the people of the demon descendant families, and even some from the Taoist and Buddhist Associations.” Thunderlord continued, “You can discuss this with them and tell them not to expect that we will take the scattered cultivators.”

After thinking for a moment, Jie Se went to discuss with the Taoist and Buddhist Associations, as well as the other families.

At first, they disagreed. After many negotiations, one third of the scattered cultivators were assigned to Baoze, along with the Zhao and Shentu families. In addition, there were several small demon descendant families. A total of more than 500 people were in the Baoze camp. The others followed the Gokudo Path inheritor from Lianghua Temple, Jie Se.

At the end of the negotiation, Thunderlord took out the irregularly-shaped metal key from his wallet. The key vibrated in his hand, trying to break free of its shackles.

The moment the key was taken out, everyone was staring at it with expressions of excitement and tolerance. Pairs of eyes flashed with excitement and passion.

Thunderlord opened his hand, and the key flew out, embedding itself in one of the grooves, which fit perfectly.

It was like opening Pandora’s Box. Everyone felt a sense of invisible oppression. People held their breath and stared at the bronze door. The giant bird on the door had been stained with a dark colour at some point in time. It was totally dark.

The darkness spread like ink on rice paper. The bronze door was the rice paper. It was turning black. When the darkness covered the whole bronze door, it became an inked door.

An evil yin power emanated from the inked door, and the demon descendants outside the door shivered and retreated one after another. Even experts like the ten gods of Baoze felt uncomfortable.

Li Xianyu was the only one who was completely immune. His eyes were wide open. This breath was too familiar. It was the breath of Slime.

“I’m back… I’m back…” Slime murmured.

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