NOVEL NEXT Chapter 332 Holy Artifact
Murdering is one thing, but to kill one's spirit too!
Su Mo's words were truly improper. The Chief Steward just listened with a ghastly pallor on his face.
All of a sudden he pointed his finger and exclaimed:
"How could this be... You, you actually dared to trespass our clan's forbidden area. Today, none of you will be able to leave!"
Su Mo merely looked up at that door and said softly:
"Chief Steward, what exactly happened behind that door?"
"..."
The Chief Steward was startled. Turning his head to glance at the door, he suddenly smiled: "If you're so curious, feel free to take a look for yourself."
Su Mo burst into loud laughter upon hearing this:
"The Chief Steward starts harboring ill intentions again."
The Chief Steward's expression faltered slightly but he scoffed coldly:
"Are you too scared?"
"The Chief Steward was sent flying out like a dead dog. I am indeed curious about the commotion behind that door."
Su Mo spoke in a light and breezy tone: "But I suppose, you were probably trying to create your own Tiger Lord, and the result was nothing but failure."
"How did you know?"
The Chief Steward's face suddenly changed color.
"Is that really what happened?"
Su Mo was also surprised. He was simply bluffing.
The records mentioned before that they had integrated the Holy Artifact into a tiger's body, only to result in the tiger's painful cries for three days and nights until it died.
According to the High Priest, the Holy Artifact was a Divine Weapon.
With immense power to boot.
Then the question is, why was the Holy Artifact placed inside a tiger's body?
The scroll found by Yang Xiaoyun stated that this so-called Holy Artifact was of utmost importance to Baihu City.
Putting these two pieces of information together, Su Mo guessed that the higher-ups of Baihu City probably wanted to use that so-called Holy Artifact to manufacture a deity.
Of course, this conjecture was far too exaggerated and bold.
So Su Mo did not bring it up at the time.
But now, seeing the Chief Steward, he just casually mentioned it.
Having an answer was one thing; without an answer, there was no loss either.
He didn't expect to hit the nail on the head directly.
In that moment, even in Su Mo's eyes emerged a strange glint of light, full of admiration when he looked at the Chief Steward:
"You really have some nerve.
"Always professing devout faith in the Tiger Lord, even venerating it as your ancestor.
"And yet, what is this? Manufactured ancestors?"
"...You know nothing!"
The Chief Steward flew into a rage, his complexion alternating between pale and flushed.
Accidentally letting slip their biggest secret to Su Mo, in that moment, the Chief Steward truly felt a headache.
Wanting to detain Su Mo and the others with his own abilities was impossible.
Although he had asserted that Su Mo and his companions would not be able to leave today,
he was fully aware of the gap between himself and Su Mo.
Last time, it was said that the High Priest had interfered, leading to his narrow defeat.
But in fact, even without the High Priest intervening, he was certainly no match for Su Mo.
Moreover, with the chaos that had erupted inside the door, he had even less time to waste here.
However, if he allowed Su Mo and his companions to leave and made the affairs here public...
Baihu City, which had lasted for thousands of years, might crumble instantly.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, the Chief Steward was in dilemma.
Seeing his dilemma, Su Mo felt far less troubled.
Now, he could come and go as he pleased since no one could stop him. If the Chief Steward sought his own demise by wanting to make a move,
the chaos inside the door itself was uncontrollable. If the Chief Steward were to fall, it would truly be catastrophic.
As he was pondering this, suddenly, a flute melody came from within the door.
The tune was full of ups and downs, intense and dramatic, like a mountain stream rushing down, or like a sudden gust of wind reaching to the skies.
After hearing this melody, the Chief Steward quickly looked up at the door, his face revealing a hint of happiness:
"It's the High Priest..."
But before he could fully express his joy, the flute sound abruptly ceased, followed by another tiger's roar that shook the earth and mountains.
The Chief Steward's complexion shifted, ultimately he could no longer mind Su Mo and the others.
With a step, he soared forward; within a few strides, he had reached the door, and with a flash, he had rushed in.
Su Mo and his companions looked at each other.
Yang Xiaoyun spoke in a low voice: "Xiao Mo, what should we do?"
Her brow furrowed slightly. Although she did not wish to get involved with the matters inside the door,
the commotion caused by the White Tiger Clan could have unpredictable outcomes.
To walk away just like this, one could not foresee what might happen.
Making gods!
Just the thought alone would seem disrespectful to the deities.
The White Tiger Clan had worshiped the Tiger Lord for generations, believing it to be the true deity of heaven and earth.
Under such a legacy, to commit such a rebellious and outrageous act was truly shocking.
Su Mo pondered for a moment:
"Since the High Priest is right at the door, we should at least meet before leaving.
"So let's go check out the commotion. However, if anything is amiss, we will retreat immediately, never lingering."
"Okay."
Yang Xiaoyun immediately nodded her head.
As for Xu Lu, his opinion was not important...
Su Mo immediately placed one hand on Xu Lu's shoulder and with the other hand pulled Yang Xiaoyun, their figures flickered as they were already inside the door.
Beyond this door was another world altogether.
It turned out to be a valley outside.
Surrounded by green mountains, bridges had been constructed, and roads developed.
Following the path to its end, there was a wooden construction.
At this moment, the doors of the building were wide open, revealing a hall with a shrine and incense burning within.