Chapter 634: Chapter 633 Lock Demon Bell Chapter 634: Chapter 633 Lock Demon Bell “Ancestral records?” Xu Zimei asked curiously.

“Our Divine Race’s weapon records contain entries on our clan’s three great divine artifacts, namely the Measure Heaven Ruler, Demon-Devouring Pot, and the Lock Demon Bell.”
“You can’t be telling me that this bell is the Lock Demon Bell,” Xu Zimei asked with a chuckle.

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“I don’t know, but I have my suspicions,” Jiuyou replied.

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother coming to steal an ordinary treasure.”
“At least you’re honest,” Xu Zimei said with a laugh.

“Telling you is no harm, since you are not of the Divine Race bloodline, you simply can’t use it,” Jiuyou replied.

“What is the purpose of the Lock Demon Bell?” Xu Zimei asked.

“It’s specifically used to imprison great demons,” Jiuyou replied.

“This I only saw in the introductions within the family records; after all, I did not live through the Divine-Demon War.

The Lock Demon Bell is as renowned as the Demon-Sealing Pagoda of Shu Mountain in the Northern Domain, known as the strongest forbidden items in the world.”
“Then help me open it,” Xu Zimei said.

“I’m not strong enough, unless you can obtain the Key of Gods from my clan,” Jiuyou said.

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“I knew there was a reason you were so forthright with meaEUR”it seems you have ulterior motives,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“Anyway, it’s like this now, either you find a Divine Race powerhouse to open it for you, or you get the Key of Gods yourself and use its power to unlock it,” Jiuyou said.

“Of course, if you find it useless, you can give it to me.

I’m willing to exchange anything I have for it.”
“Forget it, you can go,” Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

“There’s one more thing I should warn you about.

Whether or not this Lock Demon Bell is real, you will have countless Divine Race powerhouses coming after you from now on,” Jiuyou said before leaving.

“Then let them come,” Xu Zimei said indifferently.

“What I mean is, we could cooperate,” Jiuyou looked at Xu Zimei and said.

“How would we cooperate?” Xu Zimei asked with interest.

“You’ve taken the Lock Demon Bell, so naturally, you’re an enemy of the Divine Race.

And I’m currently a fugitive wanted by the Divine Race.

We have a common enemy; we could work together,” Jiuyou proposed.

“You’re probably a fake remnant of the Divine Race,” Xu Zimei said.

“There are things I can’t explain to you.

Just say whether you want to cooperate or not,” Jiuyou asked.

“Sure, it just so happens that I’ll need to visit the ruins of your Divine Race later,” Xu Zimei said.

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By the time Xu Zimei brought Jiuyou back to the inn, it was already the afternoon.

Lin Feng originally wanted to return to the Sect with Mu Changge, to cultivate their relationship on the road, but unfortunately, Mu Changge had things to attend to.

So, he simply handed the purple-robed woman over to Lin Feng and his companions to take back to the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect first.

The setting sun painted half the sky, its afterglow beaming down in a final radiant display.

When Xu Zimei arrived with Jiuyou, the people at the inn were somewhat surprised.

“Senior Brother, who is she?” Jiang Changsheng asked from the side.

“A friend of mine,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Just call her Jiuyou.

I plan to take her back to the Sect Gate for a while.”
“Jiuyou?” Lin Feng frowned slightly and said, “We shouldn’t just bring anyone with an unclear background into the Sect Gate.”
“Are you a gossip?

Do you need to meddle in everything?” Xu Zimei said coolly.

“I will report this to my father, there’s no need for you to butt in.”
Lin Feng cast a dark glance at Xu Zimei and turned his head without speaking further.

The group planned to stay at the inn for one night and then head back to the Sect Gate the next day.

After dinner, before taking a rest, Xu Zimei said to Jiuyou, “My previous maidservant ran off with others, so you’re in luck.

Once we arrive at Sect Gate, I’ll tell Daddy that you are the maidservant I found, and he will agree to let you stay.”
“Why should I be your maidservant?” Jiuyou frowned and said.

“You need an identity to stay, don’t you?” Xu Zimei said indifferently.

“Whatever,” Jiuyou entered the room, as if in a huff, and shut the door heavily.

Xu Zimei’s gaze was deep as he looked downstairs and chuckled lightly, “Everything, all the shame left by my predecessor, I will settle at the Nine Skies grand gathering.”
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The purple sun rose in the east, and the summer sky brightened very quickly.

Early in the morning, everyone packed up and left Huohuang City.

After entering Nine Skies Mountain, Lin Feng frowned slightly and said to Murong Yan’er, “It’s strange.

The sect said they would send an Elder to meet us, so why haven’t we encountered them yet?”
“Maybe something delayed them,” Murong Yan’er shook her head and replied.

The trees of Nine Skies Mountain were lush and verdant, the forest quiet and cool, with the occasional chirp of cicadas.

“There’s blood,” as the group marched on, suddenly Ye Kai exclaimed.

The group found a smear of blood on the big tree beside them.

“The bloodstain isn’t dry yet, it must have been left not long ago,” Ye Kai observed and said.

The group looked toward the path ahead to the left, and saw blood drippings scattered sporadically on it.

It seemed that someone had sustained serious injuries and had just fled from there.

“Should we go and take a look?” Ye Kai asked.

“Let’s forget it.

After all, we have a mission this time.

We should head back to the sect first,” Lin Feng contemplated for a moment and then said.

Before the rest could reply, Jiuyou found a token in the grass beside her feet.

“Isn’t this a token of your Nine Heavens Imperial Sect?” Jiuyou asked.

Turning to look, Xu Zimei saw that the token was only the size of a palm, with the characters “Great” and “Cheng” written on its back and front, respectively.

“It’s Elder Cheng’s identity token from our Great Skies Peak,” Ye Xuan instantly recognized it.

“Elder Cheng was supposed to be the Elder coming to meet us, right?” Ye Kai guessed.

“Let’s still go check it out, in case something happened.”
Lin Feng thought it over and could only nod his head.

Following the trail of blood, the group moved forward.

After about five minutes, they finally found a person lying in a pool of blood among a clump of lush shrubs not far away.

“It’s Elder Cheng, no doubt,” Jiang Changsheng approached and said anxiously.

At this moment, Elder Cheng’s body was a bloody mess, bleeding from seven orifices, with the main injury being a palm strike to his back.

This palm strike was almost fatal, caving in his back, and the palm print was pitch-black, obviously poisoned.

“He’s already dead,” Lin Feng examined Elder Cheng’s body and said with a troubled expression.

“Who could have done this,” Ye Kai also said gravely.

Just then, the sound of rustling wind came from the distance.

There were three figures stepping through the air.

“Ah, you’re all here.

That saves me the trouble of looking for you.”
A voice sounded, and right after, the three figures were already within an arm’s reach.

The three figures were all shrouded in large black robes, their true faces obscured.

They hung upside down from the tree branches, staring at Xu Zimei and his group