Chapter 40: Divine Eagle Pavilion

Upper Realm.

Inside the main hall of the Palace of Light, a white-bearded elder approached to report, "Palace Master, the puppets from the lower realm have sent word that... that rumors are circulating about the Desert of Death, saying the Flower of Resurrection has appeared. All the major sects are sending disciples to investigate the desert."

The Palace Master’s expression darkened. "Hah, the Flower of Resurrection... Could it be that old man is preparing it for that wretched brat?"

The white-bearded elder replied cautiously, "Palace Master, the Desert of Death is fraught with danger. Anyone who returns alive is truly fortunate. And this rumor may not even be true. You need not be overly concerned..."

"Hmph, I cannot allow that wretch even the slightest chance to obtain the Flower of Resurrection."

Before the words had finished, he waved his hand, and a blast of radiant power struck the ground beside the elder, instantly creating a massive crater.

The divine attendants all knelt in terror. "Palace Master, please calm your anger."

"Are those puppets all useless? After so long, they still haven’t found that wretch! This time, select a few people directly from the Divine Eagle Pavilion to descend to the Desert of Death and seize the Flower of Resurrection. If they encounter that brat, kill him outright."

A cold gleam flashed in the Palace Master's eyes. "If anyone dares to help him, eliminate them as well."

The white-bearded elder had not expected a deity of the Light element to utter such bloodthirsty words.

Though he was unwilling to harm the innocent, he could only agree, for the Palace Master's methods were beyond anything he could withstand...

He thought to himself, "Every man for himself, and heaven and earth will destroy those who do not." This saying applied to gods just as well.

"Yes, Palace Master. I will make arrangements immediately." With that, the white-bearded elder hurriedly left the main hall.

...

The Divine Eagle Pavilion, an assassin organization in the divine realm, was cultivated by the Palace Master of Light. There were twelve members in total.

The moment the white-bearded elder entered the Pavilion, a seductive young woman, appearing barely in her twenties, pressed a blade against his throat.

"Lady Phantom... It's me, the old man. I've come to deliver the Palace Master's orders," the elder said nervously.

Phantom withdrew her long blade, licking its edge with her tongue and smiling wickedly. "Oh? What orders are those? My blade hasn’t tasted blood in a long time. If they’re not interesting, I might just feed you to it!"

Suddenly, a cool, distant voice rang out. "Phantom, do not be disrespectful to Elder Bai."

It was Silverwing, the leader of the Pavilion. His hair was blue, even his eyebrows, and he radiated a chill that could freeze the air.

"Lord Silverwing, thank goodness you’re here," Elder Bai said, as if seeing a savior.

Everyone in the organization was eccentric, but Silverwing seemed the most normal.

"Elder Bai, what orders does the Palace Master have?" Silverwing asked.

"The Palace Master wants a few members of the Pavilion to descend to the Desert of Death in the lower realm to search for the Flower of Resurrection..."

Elder Bai conveyed the Palace Master's words without missing a single detail.

"Understood," Silverwing replied, offering no further comment.

Mission accomplished, Elder Bai breathed a sigh of relief and left at once.

He had no wish to linger here; these people were even crazier than the Palace Master. One misstep and he feared for his life.

At the moment, only four members were present in the Pavilion; the others were away on assignments.

Silverwing ordered Phantom, "Go find Soulhunter and Snowhawk."

"Yes..." Phantom deliberately lengthened her reply, then vanished in a blur.

Soon, Phantom returned with Snowhawk and Soulhunter, presenting them before Silverwing.

"Boss, you wanted us?"

Snowhawk was a burly giant, his voice rough and booming, known as the King of Destruction, prone to emotional outbursts.

Soulhunter, meanwhile, was a shadowy young man of the dark element, rarely speaking and impossible to read. Before killing, he loved making others guess his intentions.

Those who guessed wrong suffered agonizing deaths.

If you guessed right, you’d be granted a relatively swift end.

Silverwing informed them of the mission, then asked, "Are you willing to go?"

Snowhawk replied eagerly, "Boss, of course! It’s been ages since you sent me out on a mission."

Soulhunter simply responded, "Mm."

Phantom, noticing Silverwing hadn’t sought her opinion, grumbled, "Boss, what about me? I want to go too."

Silverwing said, "Two are enough for the lower realm. As for you, I have other tasks for you."

He believed there was no need to send too many; even though their powers would be suppressed in the lower realm, they were rigorously trained...

He doubted anyone there could rival them.

"Fine, boss," Phantom accepted the decision, though a little disappointed.

...............

Qilin Sect.

Amid the daily clangor of busy work, Jiang Yan finally crafted the perfect vehicle, along with several weapons incorporating modern elements...

He immediately relayed the news to Ji Chuxue and the others via communication jade.

Ji Chuxue and her companions arrived at Jiang Yan’s thatched hut, where they saw a massive mount. The mount’s form was peculiar, resembling a wooden house.

"Little Six, are you planning to bring the entire wooden house to the Desert of Death?" Xie Lingzhou circled the structure, eyeing it curiously.

"Third Senior Brother, this is called an off-road camper," Jiang Yan explained in detail.

Wu Qianqian asked, full of anticipation, "Sixth Junior Brother, can we go up and have a look now?"

Smiling, Jiang Yan made a welcoming gesture. "Of course, everyone, come aboard."

Once inside, Xiao Bai bounded about the interior, exploring every corner.

They discovered the vehicle was equipped with tables, chairs, and a few beds, each separated by curtains.

"Though the wooden house is small, it has everything one could wish for!" Xie Lingzhou exclaimed in admiration.

"Third Senior Brother, the interior space can be expanded. If we need to rest along the way, expanding the space will be very comfortable."

"Sixth Junior Brother, you’re brilliant! This mount that looks like a wooden house—did you make it using mechanism arts?" Wu Qianqian asked, curious.

"That’s right!"

Jiang Yan thought to himself that he had indeed used mechanism arts, but he’d also borrowed modern technology, hehehe...

Qin Feifei interjected, "So when do we set off?"

"Since everyone has decided, we’ll set out tomorrow. Prepare yourselves today," Ji Chuxue said decisively.

"Senior Sister, will you be coming too?" Jiang Yan asked.

He remembered Ji Chuxue usually stayed behind at the sect.

"Yes, I’ll go with you."

Ji Chuxue had resolved to accompany her junior brothers and sisters this time; after all, she had the highest cultivation among them. With her there, their safety was assured.

"That’s wonderful, Senior Sister!" Wu Qianqian cheered, hugging Ji Chuxue and acting playfully.

After their discussion, the group dispersed to pack their belongings.