Chapter 1045: Meet Yu
Ding!
Clinking glasses.
Yu Renyue took out a jade slip and handed it to Wu Rong, saying, "This is the method that made him famous in the past."
Looking at the jade slip, Yu Renyue's eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence.
He grew up listening to the stories of his ancestors.
So many legendary deeds focus on one person, that is, the ancestor of their Yu Ren tribe, Yu Ren Fei He.
If the old patriarch is a man of great talent and strategy, and is expected to succeed, then the ancestor is the ancestor of the revival. Unfortunately, when people get old, they will be afraid of death, and if they are afraid of death, they want to live forever.
After checking, Wu Rong put it into his sleeve and asked, "Why don't you have the birth date?"
"Fellow Daoist, do you still need this?"
Wu Rong nodded slightly: "Yes."
"It would be best if there are also your ancestor's personal belongings."
"Blood, bones, flesh and skin..."
Yu Renyue pondered and said, "These are difficult to get."
"If it's simple, I won't ask." Wu Rong looked serious.
With Yu Renyue's help, he didn't relax.
Wu Rong even suspected that the old ancestor Yu Ren had long known about the dissatisfaction of these disciples in the clan, but he didn't care, and ordinary Daojun would not fight him to death.
Secondly, the price the organization's killer asked for was even more outrageous.
Yu Renyue must have paid a lot to invite a top Saint King carrying a magic weapon.
"I'll try."
Wu Rong asked again: "When will he... arrive?"
Yu Renyue calculated the time: "It is estimated to be another three months."
"Daoyou, don't worry, the organization has a good reputation, and their cultivators are strong enough, so they will naturally withstand certain pressure."
"It is said that this person has killed a Dao Lord who has fallen into a realm."
Wu Rong looked much better, but still reminded: "Don't put all the treasure on him. He seems to have no lifespan, but judging from your description and the contents of the jade slip, he is still in his prime."
"If we rely entirely on the killer of that organization, we may not be able to do our best."
"Daoyou is right. I never intend to put the treasure on a killer." Yu Renyue's voice was confident and steady, without any fear.
Yu Renyue bowed and said, "It is my honor to have your help."
"No way."
Wu Rong bowed and smiled, "Your realm is different from theirs."
"They are still obsessed with internal fighting, but they don't know that they are just crickets in a cage. It's pitiful to think about it."
"In the future, if anyone in the Yu Clan has the best chance of becoming a Taoist, it must be you!"
Yu Renyue said, "You are too kind."
The two of them made a plan for that day.
They would choose to take action when the Yu Ren ancestor took the Earth Yuan Spirit Vein.
The next step is to make all preparations and wait for the organization's killers to arrive.
Wu Rong's face was also much more relaxed.
It's not that he was glad to have helpers, but that he didn't use the magic medicine as bait.
The news of the magic medicine was too important. If a magic medicine could allow the Yu Ren ancestor to live a second life, Yu Renyue would change his mind on the spot, and he would have to implement the worst plan.
Although he thought Yu Renyue would not do this, he had to be on guard against others.
It's better to keep silent about the news of the magic medicine forever.
…
The subsequent attacks that were supposed to follow did not come.
It was as if the conflict had never happened.
Or as Yu Renyue said, Yu Renwei was drunk, and after talking nonsense, no one would remember the conflict that day, and no one would talk about this casual cultivator with a magic weapon.
Yu Renzheng was more curious.
"Brother Rong, what kind of treasure is that magic weapon in your hand?"
When Yu Renzheng asked, Wu Rong always smiled and said that he was lucky.
As for what the treasure was, he never revealed it.
Yu Renzheng admired Wu Rong more and more. The treasure must be very powerful, and Wu Rong must be the most suitable cultivator.
Otherwise, a great cultivator would not be so cautious and thorough.
Three months passed in a flash.
Wu Rong was respectfully invited to Feixian Tower by the attendants.
In the same room, Yu Renzheng was guarding the front desk, and Yu Renyue and he stood at the other end of the desk.
Wu Rong asked curiously, "Has he not come yet?"
"He has come."
Yu Renyue answered as he opened a long scroll painting.
The long painting depicted a long embankment.
On the embankment, a man in a black robe and a bamboo hat was walking. As he walked, it seemed as if ripples appeared in the space in front of him, and a figure had appeared at the other end of the table.
The black-robed monk had a pair of murderous eyes.
What flickered there was not the starry sky, but the endless emptiness and coldness, which could freeze everything to death.
Now, such a monk was sitting on the other side of the table, taking out half of a strange-shaped token and said hoarsely, "Pair of cards."
Yu Renyue also took out half of it.
It was so tight that even the broken talisman could be smooth as if it had never been cracked.
The black-robed monk waved his arm easily.
The token was completely annihilated into dust, and the dust covered his side like a star ring. Although the black-robed monk was still there, no consciousness could detect him anymore.
He disappeared completely.
Wu Rong was shocked to see the stardust and scroll that the token had turned into.
These were all means used by the organization.
The black-robed monk took the jade slip and glanced at it, then crushed it and said, "What a bullshit plan."
"You!"
Yu Renzheng was about to speak when he was pushed back by Yu Renyue.
The black-robed monk glanced at Yu Renzheng and sneered, "Doing such a big thing, and bringing a child with you. I really should doubt whether I should take on this case."
"Such a plan is full of loopholes."
"The plan to deal with Taoist Master Shou Jin should not be like this. You don't even have a magic medicine that is enough to attract Taoist Master, so all the plans are empty talk."
"What do you think, fellow Taoist?"
The black-robed monk looked at Yu Renyue and Wu Rong standing beside him, nodded slightly and said, "Fortunately, both of you have solid cultivation and both have magic weapons. Although you cannot exert the full power of the magic weapons, it is quite luxurious to use them as a feint attack."
"After the arrangements of the two fellow Taoists and their group take effect, I will give him a fatal blow."
"I see that you have an ally in a high position and power, and the power he holds is also not weak."
"Total, there is a 40% chance."
"40%?"
Yu Renzheng was dumbfounded, his face full of confusion.
The black-robed monk looked very serious: "40% is already very high. The organization estimates that the chance of success this time is less than 30%, and that is when the opponent cannot carry the Great Dao and the magic weapon cannot be used."
"With such a low success rate, senior still wants to come?"
Yu Renzheng felt that this black-robed man was very contradictory.
The black-robed monk said: "For me, 10% is enough!"
Wu Rong narrowed his eyes.
He thought the organization's killers were mediocre.
However, looking at it again at this moment, the organization's killers are really powerful, and they let themselves take the lead in a few words.
First, he denied Yu Renyue's plan, and then used Yu Renzheng to suppress Yu Renyue, and then put forward his own point of view, completely dominating the entire assassination.
But, it must be said that the black-robed monk said something very right.
In the face of a Daojun strongman, any plan is just icing on the cake.
Unless it costs a huge price to completely ask the organization to take action, and stay out of it, it's a pity that Yu Renyue can't pay such a price, and the entire Yuren tribe will not pay for Yu Renyue.
Therefore, only a top Saint King can be invited.
Wu Rong was not surprised by the Saint King monk of the organization, but was more interested in the long scroll that could send the black-robed monk to come.
When he heard that the other party said that one tenth was enough, Wu Rong immediately looked at him with new eyes.
The three of them had different goals, and their inferences on whether this matter could succeed were also different.
Yu Renyue wanted to win a future for himself and the Yu Clan.
With the blessing of that terrifying treasure, he would take action no matter what.
Even if it fails this time, it can awaken those clansmen who are addicted to stability and let them know that the road ahead is over. Only by breaking free from the shackles can they walk out of the road.
The black-robed monk was sent by the organization, but listening carefully, they should have made some assessments on this matter internally.
Yu Renyue shook his head slightly and said, "Without a feint, we will have a chance of success only if we go all out."
"You don't believe me?"
The black-robed monk lowered his voice.
"Believe."
"But that's why I don't want you to die. I know better than you how powerful my ancestor is."
"I know him, Yu Ren Fei He. But he only has one flower."
"That flower is powerful enough."
"So he can still carry the Great Dao?"
"Yes."
The black-robed monk's chest rose and fell slightly, and the files about the ancestor of the Yu Ren clan flashed in his sea of consciousness.
Yu Ren Fei He, a king who achieved enlightenment 40,000 years ago, cultivated the Devouring Great Dao. In the Saint Realm, he had already ranked second on the Eastern Wasteland Saint Lord List, defeated countless masters in the world, and became famous.
Yu Ren Yue dared to seize such a strong man, and his means must be strong.
"Is he also a helper you found?"
The black-robed monk knew that he couldn't ask the other party about his means. He himself was unwilling to reveal his trump card, let alone Yu Ren Yue, so he moved his eyes to look at Wu Rong standing aside.
Wu Rong smiled and bowed, saying, "I am the underworld's messenger. I am honored to meet you, fellow Taoist."
"The underworld?"
"Yes."
Wu Rong said, "Feiren Feihe has reached the end of his life, and the underworld has specially sent me here to take him away."
The black-robed monk frowned.
He had searched for a long time, but he still didn't know what the underworld was.
The other party was so arrogant.
Are all people whose lifespans have reached the end of their lives going to be captured?
I don't know how strong he is to dare to speak so arrogantly.
"That's fine!"
The black-robed monk finally nodded. He would not give up the case he took on easily. Moreover, this matter was not without a chance of success, and the internal assessment of the organization would never be wrong.
Feiren Yue said, "I will arrange everything."
...
Time passes.
Yushan.
Gao Qiong Shangcang Yunding Cave.
Blessed land.
In the Yaochi where the Taoist breath and mysterious mist were steaming, a behemoth with a body of more than six feet was quietly leaning against the jade table.
Like a dragon's long nose devouring the earth's spiritual veins wantonly, it still felt unsatisfied and opened its big hand, grabbing countless mysterious earth's essences and stuffing them into its mouth.
The long sound like a dragon or an eagle echoed throughout the blessed land.
At this moment, a figure that was very small compared to the behemoth slowly stood up.
The atmosphere suddenly stagnated.
Everyone saw that the person who spoke was the one who was in charge of the clan's industry and a strong competitor for the next clan leader.
Yu Renyue said loudly: "Ancestor!"
"Bold!"
One person shouted.
One person was silent.
Several cultivators who were qualified to enter the blessed land had different expressions.
Some were terrified, some were surprised, some admired, and some were furious...
The behemoth was like an ancient god under the lingering Taoist mist.
He dropped his palm.
Yu Zu's voice resounded: "What's the matter?"
Yu Renyue took a step forward and bowed his hands and said: "Please, ancestor, return to heaven and earth!"