pertwk Chapter 97 We are all disciples of the Tang Clan!
Chapter 97 We are all disciples of the Tang Clan!
At the deepest part of the tunnel, the gate stood quietly, guarded by two members of the Holy Spirit Church.
At that moment, faint conversations could be heard coming from the other side of the gate. Upon closer listening, the sounds of fighting could also be heard, making it hard not to suspect that something was wrong inside.
But in reality, under the cold, dim light, a group of Holy Spirit believers sat quietly at a table in the underground tea room. In the middle was a main table, and on both sides of the long table, near the head of the table, there were several chairs.
Suddenly, the back door of the main hall opened, and two old men in black robes walked in. With their appearance, an evil aura grew rampant, savage and aggressive. It was this aura that silenced the surrounding believers, who also possessed a hidden aura, so that they dared not utter a sound.
The dim light shone on everyone's faces, and two soul-guided earpieces were placed on the table.
Everyone kept their eyes and noses down, paying close attention to what was playing on the table, because it was their plan—the plan for the mission issued to Tang Wulin.
This live stream was secretly recorded by a disciple within the Holy Spirit Cult and uploaded here.
Looking at the content playing on the screen, one of the elders asked, "Elder Wanhun, how far has the plan progressed?"
Elder Wan Hun Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult said, "Elder Youming, please put on your headphones."
Elder Wanhun narrowed his eyes, his gaze, slightly chilling, fixed on the content on the screen.
The elder sat down, put on his headphones, and the next moment, he closed his eyes. His mental energy followed the wires, and his vision appeared on the other side.
Meanwhile, on the other side, under the bright sunshine, a large crowd had gathered at the gate of a courtyard. They were surrounding a tall young man, shouting:
"Tang Clan! Tang Clan! Tang Clan!" Such cries rose and fell, creating an astonishing atmosphere.
At this moment, the young man was completely bewildered, thinking to himself, "This! How is this possible! The sign clearly says it's our Iron Blood Sect! They insist we're the Tang Sect?"
Thinking of this, Tie Li, the son of Tie Li, the young sect leader of the Iron Blood Sect, hurriedly said:
"Hey! Stop arguing here! I'll tell you again! This is Iron Blood Sect territory! It has absolutely nothing to do with that damn Tang Sect! Do you hear me?"
But no one paid any attention; they continued cheering. One of them shouted:
"Sect Master! Stop hiding your strength! We all saw your Tang Sect elders kill the White Tiger Duke's elder! You've definitely been hiding your true power! Quickly accept us as Tang Sect disciples!"
"That's right! We want to learn hidden weapons!"
"Sect Master! Look at me! This is my great-grandfather's Tang Sect disciple token! Could you grant me a position as a hall master?"
"Bullshit! This is fake! Sect Master! Watch this! Watch me unleash the Purple Demon Eye upon you! Ha!"
"Stop talking nonsense! You little liar! Take off your colored contacts! Sect Master, Sect Master! Watch me! I'm the useless Soul Blue Silver Grass!"
"Get lost! What's there to be proud of! Watch my Mysterious Heaven Skill! Qi sinks to the dantian! Heh!!!"
"Aaaaaaah!!! Who farted?! It stinks!"
Immediately, everyone began searching for the culprit, and the scene descended into chaos.
Xiao Tieli's head was steaming as he roared, "Get out of here, all of you! The Tang Clan was wiped out long ago! I'm the one who farted, okay?! I just wanted to get rid of you! To stink you to death! Get out, get out, get out!"
"Ah! So it was our sect leader who farted! The sect leader's fart was brilliant! The sect leader's fart is amazing!"
"Slurp slurp! The sect leader's farts smell so good! Absolutely unparalleled!"
"Aaaaaah! I can't hold back anymore! Sect Master, release a few more!"
"No! Sect Master! Sect Master! Could you please tell us how you produce fragrant farts?"
"Exactly! I feel like the Sect Leader's farts taste like strawberries! I love them!"
"You're talking nonsense! I think the sect leader's farts smell like milk! After all, they have a sticky texture!"
"Sect Leader! I want to learn your apple fart technique!"
"Then I'll imitate a banana fart!"
"I'll imitate candy farts!"
"Sect Master! Sect Master! Are all these ultimate techniques also from the Tang Sect?"
Hearing this utter nonsense, Xiao Tieli trembled all over and cursed, "Who knows if this is from the Tang Sect! Our Iron Blood Sect certainly doesn't have it!"
Pairs of little hands were raised high above their heads, and a group of people cheered loudly: "Oh! Sect Leader is mighty! Sect Leader's scolding was so satisfying! Sect Leader is awesome!"
Bang! The gate slammed shut. The sect leader, his face flushed with anger, stared intently at the gate and then ignored them.
Watching this scene on the screen, Netherworld Douluo pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
Beside him, Wan Hun Douluo said somewhat awkwardly, "Ahem, although the process was a bit, a bit... um... puzzling, I think the general meaning should not be difficult to understand."
The Netherworld Douluo said with a stern face:
"Of course, the Holy Son's original intention was to let this group of people ride this wave of opportunity."
Let the original members of the Tang Clan lead them to wipe out the Iron Blood Sect in one fell swoop.
But you turned the tables on them. My undercover agents used words to bewitch them before they even met their sect leader.
Make them believe that the Iron Blood Sect is the Tang Sect.
In this way, the force that overthrew them became the force that protected them.
Then we can shift the blame to the ignorant masses, and our objective regarding the Holy Son will be achieved.
The Soul Douluo and the Netherworld Douluo sat on opposite sides of the table and said:
"Elder Youming is as shrewd as ever. Now that the plan has been launched, let's see how His Highness the Holy Son responds."
After saying that, the two of them chuckled sinisterly.
Looking at the Soul Douluo opposite him, Elder Youming was not so relaxed. He had not participated in this plan at all, only nominally so, and he was even prepared to withdraw at any time.
However, on the surface, he still showed enough friendliness, and the two of them watched the situation on the screen together.
Just then, a voice came from the entrance of the teahouse.
"Hey? This gate is quite impressive, hmm! You did a great job! I'll have to give you a good compliment to Uncle later!"
The next moment, the door creaked open and three figures walked in.
The two elders' eyes narrowed, and the first person they saw was Xue Bing. The Netherworld Douluo frowned and said:
"Xue Bing? Why are you back so soon? Where's Lu Genggeng?"
But the next moment, when they saw the person in the middle, their expressions suddenly changed drastically.
"It's His Highness the Holy Son!" The two exchanged a shocked glance, their hearts filled with inexplicable dread...