"Huh, what new breed of puppet is this? I've never seen anything like it," the white-haired youth exclaimed in surprise, a hint of curiosity appearing in his eyes.

The Spirit Puppet was specially refined to adapt to the "special" environment of the Burial Immortal Ruins. As such, it appeared unremarkable and mundane, showing no signs of its formidable power.

The white-haired youth detected no "formidability" from it and therefore felt no fear.

He would never have guessed that the one undergoing the tribulation today was actually the Tiger Head Puppet before him.

Wearing azure clothes, Zhao Xingyu's expression changed slightly. She immediately flew up, facing the two, and sternly demanded, "Who are you, and why have you trespassed into the Zhao Family Territory?"

As she questioned them, the Tiger Head Spirit Puppet landed beside her, its amber "crystal eyes" staring directly at the opposite side, flickering with a chilling coldness.

"Heh, listening to that, are you suggesting that this Cloud Mist Zhao Family is some dragon's lair or tiger's den, where outsiders aren't allowed?" The white-haired youth, with a naturally arrogant and wild disposition, sneered coldly and retorted.

"The Cloud Mist Zhao Family welcomes friends, but we do not entertain those with ill intentions. Leave at once, or don't blame this palace for not forewarning you!" Zhao Xingyu's attitude became even more firm, her face expressionless as she spoke.

The Tiger Head Spirit Puppet beside her, seeing this, silently gripped the giant sword in its hand.

"Heh heh, I won't leave today, so what can you do about it?" The white-haired youth laughed angrily, folding his arms as he sneered.

This person hailed from the Green Bull Palace, known as No-Life. His strength was exceptional, nearing the Nascent Soul Seventh Realm, almost one of the strongest under the Great Cultivator.

Furthermore, the Green Bull Palace was the leading sect of the Demon Path, its influence unfathomable, with generations of Divinity Transformation True Monarchs, it was indeed the oldest demonic power in the Spring Birth Realm.

No-Life and Ancestor Jue Xing were old friends with similar tastes.

A month ago, Ancestor Jue Xing suddenly approached him, lamenting about being at his wit's end, and sought refuge under the Green Bull Palace's protection.

As a sign of "sincerity," he firmly claimed that someone had excavated a secret Treasury of the Ghost God Sect, within which was a sect's heavy treasure that fell into someone's hands.

This heavy treasure was an Order Banner from the first generation True Monarch of the Ghost God Sect, its grade having reached that of a Spiritual Treasure.

If his life could be spared, he would gladly reveal the person's identity and hand over the Heavenly Demon Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

As expected!

No-Life was moved by his words, intense greed rose in his heart, and he immediately assured his "old friend" that once the treasure was in hand, he would immediately bring him into the palace and secure a position as a Minister Elder for him.

Ancestor Jue Xing was overjoyed and hurriedly crossed continents and seas with his "old friend," No-Life, arriving near the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.

Upon hearing that the treasure had fallen into the Zhao Family's hands, No-Life was furious, intending to force his way in but was persuaded by Ancestor Jue Xing, who said the Zhao Family had an extraordinary background and the Cloud Mist Mountain was an old nest managed by the family for thousands of years, full of formations and prohibitions. Most importantly, the family had two Nascent Soul cultivators, and carelessness was not an option.

No-Life, despite his great strength, was not without intelligence.

After listening to Ancestor Jue Xing, the two patiently concealed themselves within the Cloud Mist Mountain.

This concealment lasted seven days.

Seven days were enough for No-Life to ascertain one thing: that over the recent years, many treasures with the Ghost God Sect's style had flowed out from the Zhao Family.

Seeing this, No-Life had no more doubts about Ancestor Jue Xing's words.

Until today's sudden Heavenly Tribulation, the two were immediately startled into action.

Seeing the Tribulation Cloud quickly come and go, the two rejoiced wildly, believing that the person undergoing the tribulation had already fallen under it.

Realizing the timing was perfect, they immediately decided to take advantage of the Zhao Family's low morale to storm the Zhao's Station, planning a "palace coup".

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, Ancestor Jue Xing suddenly extended his hand to stop his old friend and said, "Taoist Zhao, do not misunderstand. We have not come to be enemies with your family today. We simply wish to reclaim our sect's relic."

"By the way, this is Taoist No-Life, from the Green Bull Palace. I am Jue Xing, currently a homeless wanderer. A few years ago, my sect inexplicably suffered a calamity, leaving few disciples remaining within."

Ancestor Jue Xing appeared somber, quietly holding a blood-red Order Banner in his right palm, a token bearing the Ghost God Sect's emblem.

Zhao Xingyu was unmoved, glancing coldly at Ancestor Jue Xing, and said indifferently, "Out of respect for the Green Bull Palace, you may leave, but you stay!"

The "you" in the first sentence referred to No-Life, while the second naturally referred to Ancestor Jue Xing.

"Heh, such arrogant words! I've heard your Zhao Family claims to be the top family from the Tianzhu Realm. Seeing it today, indeed your arrogance knows no bounds. Hmph, a pack of stray dogs dares to speak such nonsense here!"

No-Life paid no heed to Zhao Xingyu's warning, thinking that at this point, the Zhao Family had only a newly advanced Nascent Soul "youngster" to hold the fort.

As for the "Heavenly Array Hermit," since he had not appeared thus far, it seemed he had likely died in seclusion.

Zhao Menghan's nearing end was not much of a secret, and those with keen interests had long known.

Seeing that the Heavenly Array Hermit had not appeared, No-Life was even more emboldened!

"Stray dogs?!" Hearing these words, Zhao Xingyu was so furious that her eyes turned red, a hint of a violent expression emerging on her face.

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