I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices/C11 Master Is Gone
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C11 Master Is Gone

The two individuals who had traveled a great distance were, of course, Shen Jun's disciples.

One was the twenty-year-old Wang Jingyu, a divine architect renowned as the "Craftsman God," who sought to comprehend the great Dao through architecture.

The other was Lee Hongyu, known as Old Thirty-Six, the president of the Central State Formation Master Guild and the foremost formation genius in Central State.

They lightly touched down from the flying boat, stepping onto the void as if it were solid ground.

Upon setting foot on the earth before Shen's Tomb, the flying boat slowly turned transparent and eventually vanished from sight.

Both men wore grave expressions as they knelt reverently and bowed deeply three times before the tomb, only then opening the entrance to the underground Imperial City.

The two brothers made their way downward and soon reached the outer gates of the Imperial City.

"Hongyu, something is amiss," Wang Jingyu said, his brow creased with concern.

"Others have been here, and not just one group," Lee Hongyu replied, his eyes blazing with fury and a thirst for vengeance. "From the traces left behind, it's clear that at least thirty to forty people have entered the tomb, and not all at once."

"Everything was still in order when we all came to worship ten years ago. It seems this group has been targeting the Master's tomb within this decade," Wang Jingyu mused. "But who could it be? Ordinary people wouldn't dare."

On the day Shen's Tomb was completed, the disciples had made a pact.

Every ten years, no matter where they were, they would come together at the tomb to honor their Master.

"Could it be that one of our fellow disciples came to worship and accidentally triggered something?" Wang Jingyu pondered aloud.

"You've said it yourself; this tomb is the collective effort of all our fellow disciples," Lee Hongyu countered. "Who would be foolish enough to set off traps in their own home?"

Wang Jingyu nodded in agreement. After eight hundred years, they were all intimately familiar with the tomb. They could navigate it blindfolded without setting off the myriad of protective formations.

In no time, the two had traversed the outer city and reached the first layer of formations within the inner city.

Lee Hongyu's expression darkened abruptly.

"Damn it!"

Muttering a curse under his breath, Lee Hongyu swiftly lifted the seal and dashed toward the central hall.

Wang Jingyu, though unclear about the situation, quickly followed suit.

"Hongyu, what's going on?!" Wang Jingyu, keeping pace with Lee Hongyu, asked with urgency.

"Just a day ago, someone used powerful divine magic to seal all the formations and barriers here. They've dismantled all the defenses of the tomb!" Lee Hongyu's voice was ominously low, his eyes flashing with a surge of murderous intent.

"What?!" Wang Jingyu's face turned pale.

"Whoever has this kind of strength must be at least a Late True God. We might not stand a chance against them!" Lee Hongyu spat out with venom.

Shen's Tomb was indeed a treasure trove.

But only the few relics within the main hall could provoke such a high-level powerhouse to take action.

In an instant, they traversed the inner city and arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

To their shock, there were clear signs of intrusion!

The two brothers were on the verge of madness!

They wouldn't care if the entire Imperial City lay in ruins; rebuilding was merely a matter of time.

But inside the main hall rested their Master's body!

If anyone dared to show disrespect to their Master's remains... they would face the relentless wrath of all the disciples, regardless of the cost!

They would even tear a hole in the heavens if necessary!

Upon opening the doors, everything inside the hall seemed untouched. The divine coffin and the treasures remained in place.

Wang Jingyu finally exhaled a deep breath of relief. "Everything's still here. Hongyu, your Nine Dragons Eight Trigrams Formation has done its job well."

Yet Lee Hongyu remained gravely serious, silently inspecting every inch of the main hall, leaving no stone unturned.

"The Nine Dragons Eight Trigrams Formation was indeed activated, and some have perished here, but..."

"I can't shake the feeling that something's off. We're definitely missing something in this hall."

Lee Hongyu's brows were tightly knit. He sensed that something was amiss, but the specifics eluded him.

"Ah, it's a relief that the hall is intact." Lee Hongyu approached to reassure him. "Jingyu, you've always been overly sensitive. How come you haven't managed to shake that off after all these years?"

"Let's bow to our Master and reinforce the array and seals within the tomb," suggested one disciple.

Wang Jingyu swept his gaze around once more, finding nothing amiss, and reluctantly agreed, "Alright, let's follow your lead, brother."

The two disciples straightened their garments and knelt solemnly before the sacred coffin, preparing to bow in reverence.

Suddenly, Lee Hongyu's face contorted in alarm!

His Spiritual Force burst forth, and in a blur, he dashed above the sacred coffin and thrust his palm forward with force!

"Lee Hongyu! Have you lost your mind?! That's our Master's sacred coffin!" Wang Jingyu bellowed, incensed, but the events unfolded too swiftly for him to intervene.

Lee Hongyu's palm had already shoved the coffin lid aside.

"Lee Hongyu, you bastard, what have you done... Where's Master? Where has Master's body gone?!" Wang Jingyu's initial shock turned to frenzied disbelief.

The divine hall was barren.

Their Master had vanished!

Unperturbed by his brother's curses, Lee Hongyu stood there, emanating the presence of a primordial beast poised to strike.

A fearsome aura erupted from him, his eyes brimming with intense murderous intent.

"Brother," Lee Hongyu said, his body shaking yet voice steady, "There must be clues here in the hall. Search!"

In that moment, Lee Hongyu seemed utterly transformed.

The two scoured every corner of the main hall, leaving no stone unturned.

If not in the main hall, then they would comb through the entire inner city.

If not in the inner city, then the entire underground imperial tomb.

If all else failed, they would summon all their fellow disciples, ready to scour Central State inside out to find the thief who had taken their Master's body.

Two hours later, the brothers returned to the main hall, having searched the entire inner city to no avail.

Their expressions were dark as storm clouds, a torrent of murderous intent flooding the Imperial City.

A palpable sense of impending doom hung in the air, like the heavy stillness before a tempest.

"Hongyu, who would have an interest in our Master's remains?" Wang Jingyu asked with a grave tone.

"Our Master's physique was the strongest and most terrifying I've ever witnessed. It surpassed even some divine weapons. But, alas, the Master has passed away..." Lee Hongyu mused for a moment before a sudden realization struck him. He quickly added, "Unless it concerns the Lords of the Sacred Lands!"

"What are you implying?!" Wang Jingyu instantly grasped the hidden meaning in Lee Hongyu's words.

"Exactly! To such individuals, our Master's remains are nothing less than the world's ultimate treasure!" Lee Hongyu spoke through clenched teeth, his anger palpable.

If such a person had set their sights on the tomb, then everything would fall into place.

Cursed be the situation!

"And what of the Lords of the Sacred Lands?!" Wang Jingyu roared in defiance, "I'll gather our brothers immediately. Even if it means turning Central State into a river of blood, I will retrieve our Master's remains!"

"Brother, hold on a moment." Lee Hongyu grasped Wang Jingyu's arm, his brow furrowed in concern. He glanced toward the entrance of Shen's Tomb and said, "Someone's approaching. The protective seals of the outer city have been breached."

"More intruders? These scoundrels really do think this is their dining hall!" Wang Jingyu's rage gave way to bitter laughter.

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