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Brocade-clad Guards's conspiracy descended upon the martial arts world like the night, filling every corner with an uneasy atmosphere. The news spread like the Fu Ton, and every martial artist who received the message felt an unprecedented shock. The ambition of the martial arts alliance leader seemed to surpass that of anyone before. Brocade-clad Guards no longer concealed his plans and, under the guise of the martial arts alliance, quietly recruited some unsuspecting martial artists, intending to suppress other forces, with the demonic sect and Heavenly Sword Palace as his primary targets.
The atmosphere in the world became increasingly oppressive, with everyone closely watching every move of Brocade-clad Guards. His subordinates, like ghosts in the night, shuttled between the major sects, spreading lies about the demonic sect and Heavenly Sword Palace, attempting to tear apart the Zen Chuan of the martial arts world and sow discord within it.
At this moment of changing times, the collaboration between Xuanchi and Zen Chuan becomes even closer. They deeply understand that once the conspiracy of Brocade-clad Guards succeeds, the situation in the martial arts world will be unimaginable. As night falls, they huddle together in the dim light, closely discussing how to expose Brocade-clad Guards's plot and protect the innocent martial artists.
As time passes, Brocade-clad Guards's ambitions become increasingly apparent. He even uses the influence of the martial arts alliance to issue so-called "exterminate the demonic sect" orders to the major sects. However, his true purpose is known only to himself.
On a cloudy evening, the secret report of the demonic cult finally reached the hands of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan. The report mentioned that Brocade-clad Guards intended to use poison to target the martial arts experts of various sects at the martial arts conference, with the intention of gaining control over the center of the martial arts world. Upon hearing the news, the expressions of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan instantly turned serious.
"What kind of poison is this?" Zen Chuan tightly grasped the secret report, furrowing her brows as she looked at Xuanchi. A hint of coldness arose in her heart.
"Unknown." Xuanchi The killing intent in his eyes became more apparent. He knew that poison was highly taboo in the martial arts world. Once discovered, it posed a significant threat not only to individual martial artists, but also to the entire martial arts community.
"We must take precautions in advance and not let him succeed." Zen Chuan She said in a cold voice, a cold light flashing in her eyes.
Xuanchi He nodded, knowing time was running out. They had to find enough evidence to expose the conspiracy of Brocade-clad Guards before the martial arts conference. So, they decided to split up, actively collecting evidence against Brocade-clad Guards while secretly contacting major forces, hoping to form an alliance to confront the impending crisis together.
In the distant hall of the martial arts alliance, Brocade-clad Guards sat alone on the ornate chair at the head, in front of a huge map depicting detailed mountains, rivers, and the territories of major forces, all meticulously marked with different colored flags. A smug and chilling smile played at the corners of his mouth. The tea in his hand exuded a faint green hue with his breath, and the tea fragrance slowly wafted along with his cold laughter.
The change in the martial arts world is exactly the opportunity he has been dreaming of. He looks forward to seeing those arrogant martial artists become helpless and desperate in the vortex of his conspiracy. He imagines their loss and fear, and his satisfaction burns like a raging flame.
Meanwhile, in different places, the efforts of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi have not been in vain. The messages they send gradually spread in the martial arts world, causing many upright martial artists to begin to doubt the actions of Brocade-clad Guards, and the alarm in their hearts begins to sound. However, Brocade-clad Guards is not an easy opponent. His subordinates have long since planted spies in various major forces and quickly discovered the movements of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan.
Brocade-clad Guards flashed a hint of disdain in his eyes. He knew that this was an intellectual contest between him, Xuanchi, and Zen Chuan, and he was absolutely confident in his ability to prevail over his opponents. He arrogantly issued orders, commanding his subordinates to expedite their progress, to seize control of the martial arts world before the martial arts conference. His fingers lightly tapped on the map, like a master strategist making a winning move.
At the same time, Xuanchi and Zen Chuan were also desperately collecting evidence of Brocade-clad Guards's crimes, sending intelligence to various major forces through carrier pigeons and secret messages. The atmosphere in the martial arts world became increasingly tense, with everyone feeling that a storm was quietly approaching, and the anxiety in their hearts gradually enveloped the entire martial arts world like the night.
The date of the martial arts conference is approaching, and representatives from various major sects have been sent to the location of the martial arts alliance. Along the way, some righteous martial artists with a strong sense of justice have quietly formed an alliance, preparing to expose the conspiracy of Brocade-clad Guards at the conference. They exchanged glances, understanding in their hearts that this is a major event in the martial arts world and a demonstration of their righteousness.
In the hall of the martial arts alliance, Brocade-clad Guards sits in the main seat, the map in front of him clearly marked with his divisions. A cold smile plays at the corners of his mouth, filled with satisfaction. At that moment, a black-clad subordinate hurriedly entered and quietly reported some news. Brocade-clad Guards's face instantly turned extremely grim.
"Master, Xuanchi and Zen Chuan have already contacted many righteous martial artists and are preparing to expose your conspiracy at the assembly," said the black-clad henchman. A barely perceptible sense of horror flashed in Brocade-clad Guards's eyes, but he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart. His fingers lightly tapped the carved chair back, seemingly suppressing the anger within him.
"Hmph, they are truly ignorant and overestimate their abilities," he said with a cold, cunning glint in his eyes. "Since they want to walk into the trap, let them have their wish fulfilled."
He got up and walked slowly to the center of the hall, gently swirling the teacup in his hand as the tea formed a perfect vortex inside. In his mind, he quickly planned the next steps, how to crush the plans of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan at the martial arts conference, and make everyone aware of the consequences of challenging his Brocade-clad Guards.
"Immediately accelerate the preparation of the poison and dispatch more personnel to strengthen the surveillance of Xuanchi and Zen Chuan. Report any activity immediately," his command was cold and decisive, and his subordinates promptly and respectfully complied before hurrying out.
The night deepens, and the moonlight sprinkles like water on the quiet rivers and lakes. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi feel unprecedented pressure, but they do not back down. Their sense of justice prevents them from retreating. In the turbulent martial arts world, only by facing it can they find a real way out.
In a secret room, they search through various pieces of information, repeatedly confirming the crimes of Brocade-clad Guards, and planning how to expose his conspiracy at the martial arts conference. They know that this is not just their personal battle, but a showdown between the righteous and the evil in the entire martial arts world.
At this moment, in a secluded place far away, Brocade-clad Guards has already begun to deploy his plan. He gently placed a black chess piece on the chessboard, seemingly foreshadowing a change in the martial arts world.
"The situation in the martial arts world will be dominated by me," a determined and cunning light flashed in his eyes. In the dark night, his laughter echoed coldly, foreshadowing the impending storm. In the midst of this turmoil, everyone is waiting for the day of the martial arts conference, which will be a battle that changes the destiny of all.
And under the distant night sky, Xuanchi and Zen Chuan seemed to sense the impending change. They silently gazed at the night sky, filled with unease. The future of the martial arts world would be decided in the days to come.
As the night grew darker, they felt an unprecedented pressure, but they did not back down. In the turbulent martial arts world, only by facing it could they find a true way out.
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