Chapter 433 The Silence Before the Storm

This familiarity lasted for most of the night.

It wasn't until the next morning that Wang Zijia reluctantly had a preliminary understanding of the huge changes in himself.

Wang Zijia was not in a hurry. Anyway, there was still half a month of preparation time before the mission would begin.

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When I left the basement, it was already time to wake up.

After boxing with the girls, after breakfast, we came to Baitao Tower.

"Good morning, uncle!"

"Good morning, Lord Pulse!"

"Good morning, Master!"

An Xingsheng, three men and one woman, had been waiting early.

The wait staff in front of Wang Zijia, from his one-person team, has now become a five-person wait team. This guy is acting and teaching as before.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly to the several disciples and asked them to go down and do their own thing.

Then he took some documents from An Xingsheng and entered the room while reading them.

An Xingsheng followed in with a pile of books.

There were many more books than Wang Zijia usually read. This was specially ordered by Wang Zijia to get some information, biographies, and stories about the Changbao Prefecture enclave.

Although when the task was issued, there was already a complete set of detailed information on the identity card.

But these are official materials, and the scripts An Xingsheng obtained can help to understand the state from a side perspective.

It can give Wang Zijia a general impression of his culture, customs, etc.

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Wang Zijia entered the room and sat in the study. After looking through the documents for a while, he suddenly asked:

"Has the sect responded or given any explanation for the death of the Eight Gods yesterday?"

"No, there is no movement at all. On the contrary, among the disciples, from yesterday after the death of the god to today, there have been various news, and there has been a lot of commotion about the fallen god. But the sect has not responded."

An Xingsheng shook his head and frowned in a rare way. He looked at Wang Zijia and said with a puzzled face:

"Uncle Master, what do you think is going on with the elders of the sect? Is it really like what is said in the outer sect, that the head master is afraid of the Bone Soul Concept and plans to swallow his anger like this again?"

Hearing this, Wang Zijia's expression turned serious.

He would rather have all the big guys in the sect clamoring from yesterday to today than remain silent like this!

In comparison, Wang Zijia was not afraid of a reaction, but was afraid of not reacting.

Because the more this happens, the more senior sect leaders are holding back their ultimate move!

And with the size of Wanyu Sect, if this generation's headmaster wants to hold back any big move, then the world will collapse if he is not careful.

Now Wang Zijia's cultivation level can only be like a ferry in a storm in such a big event. It seems to be more resistant to pressure than a small boat or a sailboat, but in the face of a huge storm, it still has no resistance and can only go with the flow and resign itself to fate!

Therefore, the less movement there was, the more uncertain Wang Zijia felt. Even though he had accepted the task, he still felt a little weak.

‘I hope the high-level bosses of the sect are all super calm beings and don’t get excited! ’

As soon as Wang Zijia had this idea, he thought about the scene of the death of the Eight Gods yesterday, especially when it involved the overhaul of the soul.

‘There are only a few dozen souls in the sect, all of them are strategic-level forces. Now one of them has been eliminated, not to mention the relationship between the senior officials and him. ’

‘Just talking about status, it’s like in the previous life, a province was suddenly bombed by a nuclear bomb. Isn’t it possible that this wouldn’t be a shock? ? ? ’

Wang Zijia himself didn’t believe it!

If he could endure all this quietly, Wan Yuzong would really become a Ninja Turtle!

‘Well, it seems that the top management of Wanyu Sect has decided to go all out, but they just don’t know what kind of big move is hidden in this gourd. ’

'It's probably a bit scary, after all, even the real people are hiding it...'

‘Damn, I feel so unsure and a little panicked! ’

‘I hope it’s not a showdown involving low-level disciples, but a high-end top power! ’

‘Even so, I’m still a little panicked. If it’s a ‘nuclear’ bombardment, regardless of my identity, it will cause great damage. With my current strength, I will probably be injured even if I’m even slightly touched! ’

"Damn it, your cultivation level is still too low!" Wang Zijia cursed secretly as his thoughts flickered.

"Uncle?" An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia who suddenly changed his face in confusion.

"It's okay, you go down and pay attention to inquire about this news and what's going on in the Kunling world." The prince added in his words:

"Also, don't follow those disciples to discuss the headmaster's mindless words of swallowing his anger. Be careful of being visited by the law enforcement team or the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"These are obviously for rhythm, or you want to know how the sect reacts. Pay attention to where these messages are coming from, and which ones are being spread diligently."

"Once you find signs, don't deal with it yourself. Directly notify the disciples of the law enforcement team to take care of it."

An Xingsheng was slightly startled and said respectfully: "Disciple understands how to do it!"

After saying that, he quietly retreated.

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Wang Zijia sat in his seat and pondered for a long time.

He stood up and went to the window, looking at the seven peaks towering into the clouds in the distance outside the window, feeling slightly distracted.

‘Alas, I hope the higher-ups of the sect will be more prudent! If it doesn't work, just hold on to the big move for a little longer, and then explode it after I set off! ’

Standing in front of the window, Wang Zijia could not calm down her thoughts for a long time.

At this moment, he always felt that the sect had become a place of right and wrong, and he wanted to escape as soon as possible.

After thinking about it randomly, I finally came to Taoyuan and began to become familiar with my own magic again.

No matter how much you think about it, it's useless. In this situation, having more strength and more protection is the way to go.

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The sect spent the whole day in such a strangely quiet atmosphere.

The disciples below were making a big fuss, but the higher-ups showed no reaction and were strangely silent.

In the evening, an even more outrageous news was released by the sect.

[Notice: One day later, the whole sect will hold a divine king-level water and land ceremony to see off the nine divine kings. This celebration will be open to the entire sect! 】

Wang Zijia even realized that this was not just a full notice!

The senior officials of Wanyuzong also invited the big guys from Daqian and Feixian to watch the ceremony. This was a grand celebration for the three sects!

At this time, there were three sects celebrating. Wang Zijia really didn't know what medicine the headmaster or the senior officials of the Elder Hall wanted to sell.

And judging from Zhang Decheng's invitation to Wang Zijia to attend the Dharma conference yesterday, this matter had been agreed upon yesterday or even before yesterday! ! !

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The second day after the death of the Divine Lord was spent peacefully.

There was obviously no response from the sect, but for the whole day, Wang Zijia felt uncertain and a little flustered for no reason. He wished that the secret spy mission would start soon and leave the sect as soon as possible!

After having dinner with Xiang Feifei, Wang Zijia hurried into the fairyland to get more news.

What surprised Wang Zijia was that the fantasy land of immortals and gods, which he thought would be very lively, turned out to be very deserted.

There were usually at least thousands of people in the square, but today there were only a few hundred, clustered in twos and threes. It looked like everyone was doing something in the sect and had no time to come here to inquire about news.

Frowning, he entered the small circle.

It's even more exaggerated here. There are only five people, all of whom Wang Zijia is not familiar with.

Gu Yuebai, Yan Qimeng, Gu Wenhe and the like, none of them came.

"What happened today?" Wang Zijia looked at the people waiting quietly in the Bajiao Pavilion and asked in confusion.

Several people shook their heads and said, "I don't know. Since I entered the fairyland, I have never seen a gathering of less than twenty people in our circle. Today's number of people is really rare!"

Wang Zijia looked at the five fellow disciples around him and frowned as information about several people emerged.

After cross-comparing for a moment, I thought about the senior brothers who were not here. There seems to be no pattern?

Have you really been at Wanyu Peak and outside Wanyu Palace all this time, and won’t leave until the headmaster gives you an explanation?

With complicated thoughts, he exited the fantasy world of immortals, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to Gu Yuebai, saying:

"Senior Brother Yuebai, there are still many senior brothers waiting for news in Wanyufeng Square? Why didn't everyone go to the Immortal Fantasy Land today?"

For a moment, Wang Zijia's identity card flickered slightly, and an illusory image of Gu Yuebai's upper body emerged from the identity card, saying to Wang Zijia:

"I don't know. I was too busy today and didn't go. Are there not many people in the fantasy world today?"

"Not only are there not many, there are simply not many people available!" Wang Zijia replied.

"I guess they all went to Wanyu Peak to pay attention to the death of the Eight Gods. I won't talk to you anymore, junior brother, I'm a little busy here!" Gu Yuebai replied like this.

"Okay, senior brother, please get busy!" The prince said nicely, ending this fairy tale.

Frowning, he was about to go to the Netherworld Ghost Market, but suddenly he was slightly stunned.

His mind moved slightly, and his body shape quickly changed into the devil boy.

Immediately, the general talisman to which the shadow belonged appeared. As the talisman flashed, Gou Hongyuan's illusory figure appeared in front of Wang Zijia's eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zijia frowned and asked Gou Hongyuan.

Gou Hongyuan saluted Wang Zijia and said, "Senior Brother Demon Boy, just now, in the evening, Junior Brother I suddenly received a mission and was recruited by the sect for the war."

"Immediately I was led into an unknown magic spacecraft. At this moment, I was no longer allowed to have any contact with the outside world."

"Except for the Hidden Vein Talisman, which can still be used, everything has been isolated. There were also several shadows from the Formation School Vein Department who were recruited together. I would like to ask Brother Demon Boy, do you know what this recruitment is for?"

'Um? ’ Wang Zijia was shocked and said, “You were recruited?”

"Yes, it is being organized by a group of uncles at the moment to maintain an unknown level of formation."

Gou Hongyuan glanced at the expressionless Demon Boy and said cautiously: "Senior Brother Demon Boy, are we about to go to the battlefield?"

"Just obey the arrangements with peace of mind, and don't reveal your identity as a shadow disciple." Wang Zijia's mind was spinning, and he said to Gou Hongyuan.

Gou Hongyuan didn't get any news from Wang Zijia. He was still a little unwilling, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He finally ended the inquiry helplessly, full of anxiety.