Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains-Chapter 901 - 392, Heroes Gather, New Moon Cult

Currently in Shenzhou, besides the Rakshasa Holy Sect, there are seven major holy lands, which are the Great Jin Dynasty, Demon Derivation Holy Sect, Qinjian Villa, Bailu Academy, Haoran Holy Sect, Wanjian Holy Sect, and Ziqing Holy Sect.

If we were to rank the holy lands of the world, the Great Jin would stand on its own tier. The second tier would be Bailu Academy and the current Rakshasa Holy Sect, while the rest fall into the third tier. Of course, the so-called ranking is not about strength but about the current status of each holy land.

Being behind the seven major holy lands, Hou Yuxiao naturally has no objections. However, under current logic, Hexi should be the top power under the holy lands, thus ranking it eighth. So what does ninth place mean? Who suddenly appeared before them?

"Big brother, it’s the Wuwei King!"

Hou Yuxiao, seated inside the palace, upon hearing Hou Yujie say that the eighth palace belonged to the Wuwei King Hou Jing, his pupils suddenly contracted as he asked in a low voice: freewebnoveℓ.com

"Are you sure it’s the Wuwei King?"

Hou Yujie nodded, saying, "I’m sure. I asked the guards outside the palace, and I specifically looked at the area of the eighth palace. At the entrance, there is a golden carriage drawn by three Golden Winged Xuanhu, which is the ride of the Wuwei King Hou Jing!"

Hou Yuxiao nodded. Back then, Hou Yujie went with him to Lingyuan Prefecture once. If memory serves, the Wuwei King killed Hou Zhan, who attempted to defile Zhao QingXue, right in front of them.

"Big brother, it seems the Wuwei King has already betrayed the Great Jin."

Specifically arranging a palace for the Wuwei King, if this isn’t rebellion, what is? Plus, whether the Emperor of Jin, Yuwen Dongdu, has come or not is unknown. If he does arrive and sees the Wuwei King Hou Jing, the scene would surely be lively.

With these thoughts in mind, Hou Yujie couldn’t help but show a smile. The Wuwei King now occupies two paths in Xuzhou, separated from Hexi by the Tongtian River. His misfortune is indeed beneficial to Hexi.

However, even after saying all this, Hou Yujie didn’t receive a response from Hou Yuxiao for quite some time. When he looked up, he noticed Hou Yuxiao staring at him, which made Hou Yujie ask in confusion, "What’s wrong, big brother?"

"Fourth Elder, I want to ask you a question, and I need you to answer truthfully."

Hou Yujie’s expression grew even more puzzled, and he said, "Big brother, if there’s something you need to know, just ask. There’s nothing for me to hide from you."

A hint of warmth first appeared on Hou Yuxiao’s face, then a trace of something unreadable surfaced in his eyes as he asked quietly, "How deep is your impression of father?"

......

Hou Yujie was momentarily puzzled, showing confusion in his eyes. After seeing Hou Yuxiao’s expression, he quickly looked down, remaining silent for over ten breaths. Finally, he furrowed his brow and said quietly, "Big brother, why are you asking me this?"

"Rakshasa is eternal, Holy Church eternal

All disciples, reflect on the Five Aggregates

All good and evil become void, the respected divine descends

Endless hell, ten directions stored

Rakshasa Lady, rescue me from suffering

Holy Light lights the way, no difficulty in pure land......"

Hou Yuxiao was just about to speak when from outside came a slow, sincere chanting of prayers. He lost interest in continuing the conversation with Hou Yujie, walked to the entrance of the palace, and looked at the bright moon hanging overhead, saying, "It’s Zishi. Let’s go up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five powerful auras burst forth from the frontmost palace and soared towards the top of Tianzhu Peak. After distinctly sensing the differences in the five auras, Hou Yuxiao murmured, "These are all auras of the Righteous Path. Only the Demon Derivation Holy Sect and the Great Jin Dynasty, the two Demon Path holy lands, aren’t here. All five Righteous Path holy lands have arrived."

Shh......

Suddenly, a powerful aura rose from the nearest place, the eighth palace. A gleam flashed through Hou Yuxiao’s eyes, and he quietly followed behind the six groups with Hou Yujie, rising towards Tianzhu Peak.

"Rakshasa is eternal, Holy Church is eternal

All disciples, reflect on the Five Aggregates

All good and evil become void, the respected divine descends

Endless hell, ten directions stored

Rakshasa Lady, rescue me from suffering

Holy Light lights the way, no difficulty in pure land."

...

Hovering above, the prayer voices of those devoted did not decrease but instead grew louder. Hou Yuxiao looked down at Yongdu City, realizing that nearly all streets were now densely packed with people.

With solemn expressions and devout eyes, they looked towards Tianzhu Peak, repeating the prayer again and again. And each time they reached the final eight words, "Holy Light lights the way, no difficulty in pure land," a fanatical fervor could be seen in their expressions, sending a chill down the spine.

"Something’s not right with these people, big brother!"

Hou Yuxiao shook his head, signaling for Hou Yujie to refrain from speaking senselessly.

Indeed, something was off. Yongdu is the most prosperous city in Yongzhou, with millions of martial artists alone. Including commoners, the population easily reaches tens of millions. For tens of millions of people to walk out of their homes to sincerely pray towards Tianzhu Peak, it’s just unreasonable.

This talk of divine reverence and securing a pure land, at the end of the day, these are merely tools to numb the minds of common people and lower-tier martial artists. Having reached the level of Sub-Saint of the Martial Dao, Hou Yuxiao—one of the rare ones of his time—was naturally dismissive of such prayers.

Thinking back to when he first heard these prayers, it was ten years ago, on the Rakshasa Festival on July 30, 1322. That night, the Tongling disturbance occurred, leading to Hou Clan’s rise since then, which can be traced back to that one night. Now, having not heard it for a decade, Hou Yuxiao couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia.

"New Moon Festival, tonight is precisely October 15. This moon is truly round, and Sikong Yue has really chosen the right time."

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