Chapter 1720 - 43: Yemo, Where Are the Others? [2-in-1]

Chapter 1720: Chapter 43: Yemo, Where Are the Others? [2-in-1]

Bi Yunyan’s face was full of longing.

Yan Beihan’s head started hurting all over again.

Damn it... are you ever going to stop?

Feng Xue also withdrew her gaze from Yemo, and said eagerly: "Yun Yan isn’t someone who just compliments people at random. That Fang Che, next time I definitely have to take a good look at him."

Bi Yunyan grabbed Feng Xue, eyes dancing: "You don’t know, last time that Fang Che... white clothes outshining snow, long sword like silver, graceful and elegant, handsome and dashing, he just glanced sideways once and I..."

Yan Beihan’s face was covered in black lines: "Bi Yunyan! That time Fang Che was wearing black!"

"Doesn’t matter..."

Bi Yunyan said: "Anyway, I like him!"

Yan Beihan rubbed his chest, rolled his eyes and turned his head away, actually feeling so stifled he was short of breath.

Seeing Yan Beihan turn away, Chen Xue, Feng Xue and Bi Yunyan got even more excited discussing Fang Che.

Bi Yunyan even took out a sheet of paper, spread it open: "Fang Che, his height is about one eighty?three, judging by his build, around a hundred fifty or sixty jin, nicely proportional. Of course, once he’s practicing that’s another matter. The ratio of his head, neck, and shoulders is... and below the waist it’s all legs, tsk tsk... slurp..."

"This is what I drew, see if it looks like him. It’s just this divine charm, I still can’t quite pin it down..."

Smack!

The portrait was snatched away by Yan Beihan: "He’s the enemy! Enemy! Enemy, you hear!"

Yan Beihan spoke with deep grief and indignation: "Can you wake up a little..."

"It’s not like we said we’re definitely going to do anything... What are you so anxious about."

Bi Yunyan rushed up to grab the portrait: "Give it back. I finally managed to draw it..."

Snatching it back, she kept on introducing, eyes sparkling: "Last time, he was like this and that... you still remember, right? Those female disciples from the Outer World Mountain Sect, they almost all turned into his little wives... heh heh heh..."

Yan Beihan let out a powerless sigh.

Looking at Yemo striding along the red carpet with head held high and chest out, he felt utterly helpless.

How... how are you this good at flirting around??

...

The four from Yin Shen Palace couldn’t hold back anymore.

Mu Lin Yuan’s voice was urgent: "Sect Hierarch, it’s Yemo!"

Qian Sanjiang: "Sect Hierarch! Sect Hierarch!"

Yin Shen Palace was panting hard, gulping for air: "Calm down! You all calm down a bit!"

His own face was already flushed completely red.

Wu Xiang looked at Yin Shen Palace with envy; that guy really has a good disciple. On that point, there’s just nothing to say...

But the others were different.

Even including Bi Changhong, they were all a bit stunned.

Because after Yemo came out, there was actually... no one else coming out!

Where are the others?

Yemo had already come out for a full 15 minutes, and not a single other person?

Yemo finally walked along the red carpet to the front of the high platform, stood up straight and firm. Quietly waiting.

Everyone looked at Yemo, then at the Light Gate that was still open.

Then looked back at Yemo, then back at...

Suddenly a terrifying thought rose in everyone’s heart.

Up in the air.

Bi Changhong also couldn’t hold back, and directly spoke: "Yemo!"

"Subordinate Yemo, pays respects to Vice Sect Master Bi! Awaiting your holy instruction!"

Bi Changhong said blandly: "Where are the others? Don’t tell me you killed them all inside?"

"This subordinate wouldn’t dare. This subordinate only barely completed the task; there are still lots and lots of others, but why they haven’t come out yet... this subordinate truly doesn’t know."

This question and answer between Bi Changhong and Yemo made everyone even more dumbfounded.

Not all killed, yet they don’t come out? What are they waiting for?

Are they sick in the head?

Bi Changhong hovered in midair, forcing himself to suppress the urge to scratch his head in speechless frustration.

This is really weird!

He watched as another good while passed, and still no one came out.

Bi Changhong couldn’t help turning to look into the Void, toward where Yan Nan and the others were.

Yan Nan was numb now too.

He and Bai Jing looked at each other.

Bai Jing said: "Could Old Duan really have guessed right? Did Yemo really kill them all?"

Yan Nan said suspiciously: "Old Duan’s mouth... isn’t that poisonous, is it?"

Duan Xiyang’s face went dark: "You lost the bet, now hurry up and get that Qiongxiao Flower for me."

With his little mistake caught, Yan Nan had no choice but to turn his head: "Look... someone came out! Holy shit... there really are people coming out!"

Under everyone’s expectant gazes, a figure appeared once again from within the Golden Gate, slowly emerging and drifting down to land on the red carpet.

His body was hunched, hair and beard gone white, his frame emaciated.

Step by step he walked along the red carpet—this should have been a moment of glory under the gaze of the masses, yet he was full of dead air, giving people the feeling that a Ghost was walking along Huangquan Road.

"Mo Wang."

Someone who recognized him spoke out his name.

"Once from an advanced Shi Family in the Main Sect’s great capital city, heir of the Mo Family. At their Peak, they numbered in the tens of thousands. Ever since two thousand years ago, when the old ancestor, Heartless Demon Lord Mo Yunsheng, and the second ancestor Mo Chengfeng both died under the Emotion Cutting Saber, the Mo Family began to decline."

"Back then the Heartless Demon Lord had no one in his eyes, his methods were brutal, expanding the family, and in those several thousand years he offended plenty of people. So once the Mo Family’s pillars fell, the Mo Family ushered in the reckoning. The family’s influence grew smaller and smaller, and slowly, just to protect themselves, they began splintering off, wanting to preserve at least one bloodline..."

"But after long-term suppression, with enemies from all sides striking together, swallowing them bit by bit all the way to now, the Mo family member... there’s only this Mo Wang left. And Mo Wang’s sons and grandsons all died inexplicably as well."

"This time it’s said he sold off all the remaining family property to exchange for a spot in this Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan and the connection to go down below as a Sect Hierarch, but once he goes down this time, he probably won’t be coming back in this lifetime."

One of them softly explained to his companions.

It sounded like a sigh, yet his voice was full of schadenfreude.

Mo Wang walked on all the way.

After he had walked out more than ten zhang, a few more people came out.

It was Long Yikong and the others.

After the six of them came out, there was a pause of a single breath before the large crowd surged out in a swarm.

With a rumbling boom, the red carpet was packed full of people.

They moved forward in a dense mass.

Although everyone was putting on a very calm act, working hard to show off their bearing, with so many people at once... you really couldn’t pick out any highlights.

Instead it was a few among them who were seriously injured, their medicine used up, limping and hopping along on crippled legs, that drew a lot of attention.

"One, seven, fifty, three hundred... seven hundred..."

A lot of people instinctively started counting.

Counting to see how many had come out in total.

Many were secretly guessing; in their hearts they basically already had a rough number.

But... as they counted...

When they counted up to "two thousand nine hundred and thirty-six" people... the Golden Gate slowly closed.

"!!!"

Everyone was uniformly dumbfounded.

They all turned their heads toward the Vice Sect Master without prior agreement, only to see up in the sky, Vice Sect Master Bi this time truly hadn’t managed his expression—both eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

That kind of extreme shock was just too genuine.

And the hidden Yan Nan almost had his emotions fluctuate enough to reveal himself, his eyes like copper bells: "How is that possible! How can there be this few?"

Duan Xiyang coughed and was likewise deeply surprised.

He had said earlier that it was possible everyone had died, but in his heart he absolutely hadn’t believed that—after all, there were forty-four thousand plus people, and they were basically all of the same level.

Even if they were forty thousand pigs...

Yet the situation before his eyes was also far beyond expectations.

Even if you round it up and say three thousand people came out, it was forty-four thousand who went in!

Inside, ninety-five percent died?

But the Golden Gate had closed, which meant there was no one left inside.

Bi Changhong stood in midair, frowning as he asked: "Where are the others? Yemo! Where did everyone else go?"

Yemo stood below, bowed, and replied: "Reporting to Vice Sect Master Bi, this time after entering, mutual slaughter among ourselves did occur, but the danger inside far exceeded our expectations. There was a Purple Lightning Bird inside that wiped out more than ten thousand of us in one go, and there was a Twin headed Flood Dragon, far too powerful. Just that Twin headed Flood Dragon alone kept hunting our people, and those who died in the Twin headed Flood Dragon’s mouth numbered at least over ten thousand..."

"Plus the mutual slaughter to complete missions..."

Yemo bowed and said: "So... as for why there are ultimately this few, your subordinate doesn’t know either. Your subordinate was finally hunted down by everyone together, and surviving by sheer luck... is already fortune from heaven."

Bi Changhong was stunned: "What’s the situation?"

He cast his eyes over the others: "You, talk."

"Yemo is right. We certainly had mutual competition and inevitable slaughter, but those Demon Beasts were just too strong."

This person really had no choice.

Because what Yemo said was the truth.

Those two waves of deaths really were too many! If you wanted to deny it, wanted to say Yemo was lying, it was impossible—this was something everyone had experienced; how could you say he was lying?

Under Bi Changhong’s questioning, this person recounted in full detail the events of "ten thousand people picking Qiongxiao Flowers and being collectively blasted by lightning," then "hunting Yemo and chasing him all the way to the Twin headed Flood Dragon’s lair, after which the Twin headed Flood Dragon directly came out and hunted everyone across the world," giving a detailed account with emphasis on the key points.

Outside, everyone hearing all this felt dizzy and questioned reality.

How could something like that happen?

Yet all the people who took part in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan were nodding over and over.

Confirming that this was no lie.

That made it all feel downright dreamlike.