Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 167: Chapter 44: The turmoil of the Devil Sect in Jinzhou begins, a sword towards the sky from the Whiterobed Ghost Face.

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The sky above Jinzhou City was wrapped in a layer of black clouds, bearing down on people’s hearts and making it hard to breathe.

“Boom!”

The vast muffled sound shattered the silence, spreading throughout the city. It left the people in a state of confusion, questioning what was happening. The sound was not a roll of thunder, its source was from above the city. “This calamity of bloodshed comes from the Devil Sect.”

Zhao Huai stood by the window, observing the spectacle in the sky, understanding that the extreme evil predicted by the copper coin divination originated from there.

The Devil Sect was after the Ancestral Weapon. They believed that the weapon resided with the Rightful King of Yan, him.

Right now, the divination results had not changed, indicating that he had merely avoided a crisis temporarily. The danger is still far from over.

He also wondered about Xiang Yun’s fate, under the hands of the old devil, whether she could save her life.

News of the Ancestral Weapon being released, the Devil Sect gathering, with these devil cultivators entering the city, the common people were likely to be affected.

No matter what, first, he had to find Madam. Jinzhou was very dangerous now.

All the above were the concerns of Zhao Huai at present.

“Your Highness, I think we can first join Fairy Yue Qing. Her cultivation is very strong, nobody in the Devil Sect is a match for her.”

Yin Nanyu observed the back of Zhao Huai, voicing her opinion.

Zhao Huai nodded, cautiously saying, “However, this face of mine shouldn’t appear for now.”

Yin Nanyu agreed wholeheartedly.

“Indeed, your current guise as the pawnshop young master is no more. Your

Highness should assume a different face to avoid being hunted by these devils.”

Zhao Huai did not hesitate and directly put on a mask he took out from his storage ring.

The face painted on the mask was green and fierce, like a malicious ghost.

However, when Yin Nanyu saw this face, she froze on the spot.

Why did this face look so familiar?

Right!

Isn’t this the White-robed Ghost Face from the peak of the capital city?

She clearly remembered the figure who wreaked havoc in the Imperial City that night!

So it turns out, Zhao Huai was the unpredictable element Crow Immortal mentioned that night!

At this moment, Yin Nanyu was shocked.

She couldn’t believe that the present Righ tful King of Yan was the same person as the White-robed Ghost Face!

After the surprise, as she thought about it carefully, it made sense. She could even say that this was a good thing.

Because ever since the White-robed Ghost Face severed the city with one sword, the fortune of the Xia had evidently declined.

In this way, the motives of the attack that night finally made sense.

The White-robed Ghost Face was originally an enemy of the Xia. Single-handedly severing the Imperial City and the Fortune of the Xia was plausible.

This was perfectly in line with their own objectives.

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Zhao Huai turned around, discovering that Yin Nanyu was in a daze and waved a hand in front of her eyes.

“No, I’m just curious why Your Highness chose such a mask.”

Keeping her composure, Yin Nanyu responded with a faint smile, not revealing any weaknesses.

Zhao Huai looked at himself in a bronze mirror before him, adjusting his collar and slowly put on the Ghost Face, lightly laughing: “Isn’t it quite ordinary to make your enemies afraid?”

“Your Highness is right.”

“This address ‘Your Highness’ is too formal and easily exposes us. Better call me young master. ”

“Yes.”

Despite so many from the Devil Sect arriving, there was no response from the Immortal Sect.

This was too irregular.

The people of the Immortal Sect must be made aware of the disturbance in Jinzhou. Else, the few of them alone stood a great danger confronting the major Devil Sects.

Zhao Huai held the jade token given by Eternal Taoist Temple Gu Tianji, silently planning in his heart.

Before leaving, he looked up at the pitch-black sky for the last time, murmuring:

“What a fine Jinzhou City, now turned into this state.”

Having said that, Zhao Huai leapt up, and flew off with sword control.

Yin Nanyu, on the other hand, tore open a charm. A pair of black wings sprouted from her back and she followed him.

The Summit of Jinzhou.

The evil qi bubbled over, drenched in blood for miles on end.

Within the dark sky, rivers of blood flowed, continuously churning.

Most of the people of Jinzhou closed their doors tightly.

Hiding in their homes, trembling in fear.

The original bustling alleys were now filled with fierce ghosts and specters, showing their fangs and claws.

Ugly walking corpses lined the streets, carrying a black sedan, proceeding slowly.

It was a scene similar to a night parade of a hundred ghosts, where corpses carried a coffin.

Shadowy, mournful sounds wailed, countless demons and monsters leading the way, seemingly endless.

These ghosts and monsters were cultivated by the devil cultivators, akin to slaves or servants.

Many cultivators with malicious intentions indeed tamed some demons and fierce ghosts to be at their disposal, using them as tools for killing.

Such actions, offensive to heaven and earth, were despised by the righteous path, subjected to the Immortal Sect’s disdain and hunting.

Qiu Yueqing stood on top of a lofty rooftop, holding a shining spiritual sword, shining brilliantly against the dark sky.

Beneath her were piled up bodies of many devil cultivators.

However, her cold and clear face was still filled with concern.

The number of strong men from the Devil Sect had exceeded her estimates.

The whole of Jinzhou was surrounded by the Devil Sect, making it extremely difficult to break out.

But she couldn’t retreat.

It was her mission given by her Master Lord to protect the Rightful King of

Yan.

Standing above a thick ghost cloud, the scholar in an ink robe looked up at Qiu Yueqing on the rooftop, sneering:

“I didn’t expect that there would be people from the Immortal Sect here. The Rightful King of Yan must be in this place, there’s no doubt about it.”

“The Ancestral Weapon must be with the Rightful King of Yan, the information must be correct.. That woman looks familiar, is she intending to confront all of us alone?