Divine Sun Sacred Sect

There were three people in the group, two men and one woman. All three wore pale golden robes and rode Blazing Steeds.

"They're disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect," Xiao Guizi said, his gaze narrowing slightly.

The Divine Sun Sacred Sect was also an Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sect of the Far West Land. It had been founded by Great Emperor Divine Sun.

However, compared to a lineage like the True Martial Sacred Sect, which had produced four great emperors in a single sect, the Divine Sun Sacred Sect had produced only one great emperor. Its foundation was far inferior.

The three disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect also spotted Xu Zimo's group. The leading male disciple had a sword at his waist. With a cold snort, he rode his Blazing Steed past them arrogantly.

The relationship between the Divine Sun Sacred Sect and the True Martial Sacred Sect was not good. Mainly because the True Martial Sacred Sect was simply too powerful—it was the absolute overlord of the Far West Land.

Even the Divine Sun Sacred Sect, also an Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sect, had to bow its head before it.

"What are they so smug about?" Xiao Guizi snorted indignantly.

"If you don't like the look of them, then beat them up. Why hold back?" Xu Zimo said with a smile. "I've got your back. What are you afraid of?"

"Senior Brother, I've been waiting for you to say that." Xiao Guizi grinned. Looking at the three people who had already passed them, spiritual energy surged over his palm.

Then, with a sweep of his right hand through the air, a blade shadow formed from spiritual energy slashed directly at that disciple.

The legs of the Blazing Steed ridden by the leading disciple of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect were severed outright.

The Blazing Steed threw back its head with a shrill neigh and collapsed to the ground.

Caught unprepared, the disciple was thrown off in a wretched tumble.

"What do you think you're doing?" The disciple got to his feet, drew the sword at his waist, and glared furiously at Xu Zimo's group.

"I don't like your face. So what?" Xiao Guizi pulled out his iron staff, gave a great shout, and charged at the disciple without another word.

As the two in the field began exchanging blows, Xu Zimo rode his Desert Steed toward the female disciple of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect.

Seeing this, the other male disciple hurriedly drew the curved saber from his back and stood in front of the female disciple, frowning at Xu Zimo.

"Kid, don't interrupt Brother Zimo while he's flirting with girls." Lin Ruhu stomped hard on his saddle, soaring into the air as his fists carried immense force and crashed toward the male disciple.

The male disciple drew his saber to meet him, unwilling to show weakness. His curved saber carried a fierce edge as he fought Lin Ruhu.

The female disciple watched Xu Zimo warily, her right hand lightly resting on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"May I know your surname, miss?" Xu Zimo stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"What do you want?" The female disciple retreated two steps on horseback and asked vigilantly.

Xu Zimo let out a lecherous whistle, smacked his lips, and said, "Nice figure."

"That's none of your business." The female disciple hurriedly covered her chest, her brows knitting even tighter.

"What is your purpose in coming to Ten Mile Town?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Why should I tell you?" the female disciple retorted.

Xu Zimo smiled but said nothing more. The female disciple merely saw a white light flash before her eyes, swift beyond measure.

Drawing Sword Technique. A white sword gleam struck the wrist of the male disciple currently fighting Xiao Guizi at a speed too fast for the mortal eye to follow.

The male disciple only felt a burst of piercing pain from his wrist, and the sword in his hand fell helplessly to the ground.

Xiao Guizi's iron staff stopped just three centimeters from the male disciple's head.

"If you don't tell me, he'll die," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"You deliberately created trouble. Are you trying to start a war with my Divine Sun Sacred Sect?" the female disciple said, her expression ugly.

"Then let there be war. Do you think our True Martial Sacred Sect would be afraid of you?" Xu Zimo said with an amused smile. "But I wonder whether your Divine Sun Sacred Sect would really dare to go to war with us over a few insignificant disciples."

The female disciple's expression shifted slightly. Her chest rose and fell unevenly. After a moment of silence, she finally said, "I can tell you, but release my Senior Brother first."

"You have no right to bargain." Xu Zimo shook his head. Beside him, Xiao Guizi withdrew his iron staff and kicked the male disciple in the chest.

The male disciple cried out in pain and fell directly to the ground, staring at Xu Zimo with both fury and fear on his face.

"Don't hit him, I'll tell you!" the female disciple hurriedly replied. "Steward Hu's residence in Ten Mile Town is haunted. We accepted a sect mission to help capture the ghost."

Xu Zimo froze. These three had actually received the same mission as him. Stroking his chin, he said, "Interesting. It seems Steward Hu didn't just issue this mission at the True Martial Sacred Sect. He also posted it at other sects."

When Xu Zimo completed this mission in his Previous Life, he had not encountered anyone from the Divine Sun Sacred Sect.

It seemed he had arrived too late in his Previous Life. These people from the Divine Sun Sacred Sect had long since died here.

Xu Zimo smiled and waved to Lin Ruhu and Xiao Guizi. "Let's go."

Watching the backs of Xu Zimo's group as they departed, the male disciple's expression flickered between light and shadow. No one knew what he was thinking.

The Hu family was the largest family in Ten Mile Town. It was said that Steward Hu possessed wealth beyond measure and was the richest man in the town.

Xu Zimo's group arrived at the Hu residence. After the servants reported their arrival, they soon saw a middle-aged man emerge, dressed in an outrageously gaudy manner.

The middle-aged man wore a loose robe combining blue, green, and yellow, with a cyan veiled hat on his head.

His complexion was somewhat waxen-yellow, and his eyes appeared swollen, seemingly from long nights without sleep. He looked utterly haggard.

"Esteemed prodigies, you've finally come! This old man has been living in fear every day. I nearly didn't live to see you," Steward Hu said excitedly as soon as he saw Xu Zimo's group.

He led the three into the main hall. Xu Zimo smiled thoughtfully and said, "Steward Hu, you are too courteous."

"You three have come from afar, so I've already had someone prepare food. Let's eat while we talk," Steward Hu said with a smile, though his mood did not seem good.

Xu Zimo nodded. Just as they were about to eat, a servant suddenly came in to report that disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect had also arrived.

"Perfect. It is fate that all you esteemed prodigies have come together. I feel much more at ease now," Steward Hu said with a smile, then had someone bring in the disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect.

When the disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect saw Xu Zimo's group, all their expressions changed. The male disciple carrying a sword said, "Why are you here?"

"Do you esteemed prodigies know one another?" Steward Hu hurried forward and explained the situation.

Then he led everyone into a side hall and seated them. They each introduced themselves as well.

On the Divine Sun Sacred Sect's side, the male disciple carrying the sword was called Wang Tao, while the male disciple carrying the curved saber was called Xing Lin. As for the female disciple, she was called Xiao Yu.

"Tell us what happened. The mission description you gave wasn't very detailed," Xing Lin said calmly as he looked at Steward Hu and asked.