Lao Mo heard his uncle speak and could only give a wronged "Oh," then turned off the lights.
He stared at the dim ceiling now.
He was actually quite curious about how the Twelve Demon Generals had taken care of those three.
But after thinking about it, he didn't ask.
Forget it, as long as there was a result, why bother knowing the process.
With his mind at ease, he fell asleep quickly this time.
When he woke up the next day, it was already eight in the morning.
They ordered room service at the hotel, so they didn't have to go out to eat in the morning.
At the same time, his uncle turned on the television.
Not long after the TV was turned on, the three of us in the room were all captivated by a news report.
"According to this station, a traffic accident occurred on the airport expressway last night.
Besides the driver, all three Japanese passengers in the car were killed.
Now, please watch the detailed report..."
Upon hearing this title, all three of us looked at the television content in unison.
This was local news, followed by a segment of surveillance footage.
It showed a taxi driving normally, but suddenly flipping over.
Besides that, there were some photos from the scene and an interview with the taxi driver.
In the photos, there were also pictures of the three Japanese passengers.
Seeing this, we couldn't help but laugh.
They were precisely the three Yin Yang masters from the Nine Chrysanthemums sect of Dongying who had escaped last night.
In the interview, the driver was unharmed, not even a fingernail broken.
He was now grumbling, recounting the events of last night:
"You can't blame me for this. I was driving normally, and the car just flipped over on its own.
You can check the in-car surveillance. I'm not lying.
I think it must have been attacked by some kind of mysterious force..."
"What? What feelings? A few pigs died, what feelings would you have?"
The driver looked completely unbothered, even suppressing laughter several times during the interview.
We watched the entire report.
The driver also said the car belonged to the company and was insured.
The traffic police ruled it an accidental death.
The legal department and the insurance company would handle it.
He wouldn't be responsible and could drive a new car to work tonight...
After watching the report, we finally understood how the Twelve Demon Souls had killed the three Yin Yang masters.
Although it couldn't be seen in the video, the result was obvious: it was the work of the Twelve Demon Souls.
In our eyes, with things having reached this point,
the matter was settled, but we never expected that this very incident would sow the seeds of future trouble...
"These stupid dogs, they deserved to die. Daring to be so arrogant in our Great China."
Lao Mo muttered.
His uncle's expression was also calm as he called out:
"Alright, alright, go and call your junior sister over for breakfast.
After breakfast, we'll head up the mountain.
Your Aunt Yunxia and the others are waiting for us on the mountain!"
Lao Mo nodded and went to call Chen Yao.
After we finished breakfast, we packed our bags and left the hotel.
The hotel wasn't far from Wudang Mountain, only about a half-hour drive.
We hailed a taxi and headed for Wudang Mountain.
Because of our accents, the taxi driver was very enthusiastic, introducing us to Wudang Mountain and the local attractions and delicacies along the way.
We were happy to listen, treating ourselves as ordinary tourists.
About half an hour later, we arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
As soon as we got out of the car, we could feel the spiritual aura and uniqueness of Wudang Mountain.
This place truly lived up to its reputation as a sacred Taoist site.
The spiritual energy was abundant, and even halfway up the mountain, wisps of mist had condensed.
No wonder those sect disciples looked down on us rogue cultivators.
To cultivate in such a blessed land naturally led to much faster progress than ordinary people.
"Master, the spiritual energy here is so abundant,"
Lao Mo exclaimed in surprise.
His uncle nodded:
"Wudang Mountain, in ancient times, was known as Taiyue, Xuanyue, and Dayue, and it is also the place where Emperor Zhenwu the Great ascended.
Since ancient times, it has been a sacred site of Taoism.
Even in this era of declining dharma, it still possesses profound heritage!
It's only natural that the spiritual energy is abundant.
As for your master, I only passed by here once in my youth with your grandmaster.
I never actually went up the mountain. This time, it's my first time climbing it."
His uncle also showed some anticipation.
As a Taoist, he held great reverence for such sacred Taoist sites.
We stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing for a few moments, then began to walk inward.
Before long, we saw the mountain gate.
However, a cordon had been set up outside the main gate, with a sign:
"Under construction, scenic area temporarily closed."
This was obviously for ordinary tourists.
Only us, as invited cultivators, were allowed to ascend the mountain for the assembly.
At the gate, there were several Taoist priests.
All of them wore the blue robes of Wudang Taoism, likely the lowest-ranked junior priests.
As the three of us approached, one of the young Taoist priests came forward:
"Wuliang Tianzun! Four tourists, please stop. The mountain is under construction, please visit another day."
The other party was very polite, immediately mistaking us for ordinary tourists.
But his uncle formed a single-handed Taoist hand seal and replied:
"Wuliang Tianzun! We are here to participate in the alliance assembly."
Upon seeing his uncle form the Taoist hand seal and speak thus, the other party's tone shifted:
"Four of you, do you have an invitation letter?"
Lao Mo took out an invitation letter from his backpack and handed it over.
The junior priest's pupils widened slightly upon seeing the color of the invitation letter, revealing a hint of surprise.
There was a lot of significance attached to the color of the invitation letter.
Generally, visitors did not have invitation letters.
They had to pass a test of Taoist energy to prove they were cultivators before being allowed onto the mountain.
However, those holding invitation letters were individuals of certain status.
And there were two types of invitation letters.
One was the common red one, and the other was the golden-red one that his uncle held.
Only senior figures and respected masters in the martial world were qualified to possess them.
The several Taoist priests behind him all saw the color of the invitation letter and hurried over.
Those junior priests dared not delay. They immediately clasped their hands together, forming a Taoist hand seal of the highest respect:
"Elders, please, come in!"
"Elders, please, come in!"
"..."
After speaking, the other party took the invitation letter.
And then led us directly through the mountain gate...
Brothers, only one chapter today.