The next day, He Cangming gathered his disciples and announced that they would launch a crusade against Mount God of Heaven. No one had ever heard of the God of Heaven Mountain. When they heard that Mount God of Heaven sect only had two Dharma Realm disciples and Jiang Yun, whose cultivation level was unknown, they were even more puzzled.

"They had only a few people. I feel that we are simply overkill the other party by sending on such a grand team."

"That's right. There aren't any people around. Why don't we just send any spiritual link realm disciple or elder over? That so-called sect master of the God of Heaven Mountain is probably only in the Psychic Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only two disciples. It's quite shabby."

"I've heard that He Zhao came back from the Mount God of Heaven. He was beaten until his primordial spirit was separated from his body. He just randomly found a broken body to escape. When I met him yesterday, I thought he was a newcomer."

"Oh! Isn't He Zhao in the Psychic Realm? He was beaten so badly. That Jiang Yun must be at least in the Spirit King Realm."

"Even if he is in the Spirit King Realm, we can't beat him. That Jiang Yun can kill us all by himself. Moreover, what good stuff can such a small sect have? It's a waste of effort. I'm not going!"

"We have thousands of disciples. It's enough to pick five of us. If we go too many times, people will say that we are bullying others."

"You are so funny. We have destroyed a whole sect. Who knows how many people we have brought? Hahahahahahaha."

The group of people laughed happily.

"Shut up!"

He Junjie stood on the stage and walked to He Cangming's side. He expressionlessly swept his gaze across the disciples below. Wherever his gaze swept pass, the crowd instantly became quiet.

He Junjie was a genius with outstanding talent among the disciples of this generation. Moreover, he was born as the young master of the He family. He often used the privileges that other inner sect disciples did not have and mercilessly suppressed disciples that he did not like. His prestige was very high.

Of course, there were also people who did not like him. They were either directly crippled by He Junjie or secretly tortured to death by He Cangming. After all, He Cangming wanted He Junjie to successfully take over the He family. He had to make preparations early.

He Cangming looked at the silent disciple below the stage and felt gratified. Like father, like son. His Junjie was indeed not bad. However, when his gaze shifted to He Zhao, He Cangming frowned. Right now, this person was the only weed. However, after this crusade, he did not have to see this disgusting and fearful soul anymore.

Yes, He Cangming did not know why. He had an inexplicable uneasy of He Zhao. He had lived for hundreds of years and rarely felt this way. At the thought of this, He Cangming turned his head in disgust.

He Zhao, who was being despised, maintained a smile. His smile was sincere, and he looked very happy. In fact, he was really happy now.

First, the people who hated him the most were about to form a group to die. He felt that Jiang Yun was not simple. With Yu Sisi fanning the flames, this group of people would definitely not come back alive.

Secondly, he would not die. He guessed that He Junjie's patience with him had reached its limit. For such a straightforward idiot, it was not easy for him to tolerate him hanging around in front of his eyes for so long.

They probably wanted to pack him up and take him away after dealing with Yu Sisi, but he now had Qin Mingzhu as his trump card. If Qin Mingzhu wanted to protect him, no one could stop her. Qin Island had let Qin Mingzhu down to let her marry to He family. The He family was unwilling to give up on Qin Island as a piece of fat meat.

Now, the worst that could happen was that they would come back alive. However, with Qin Mingzhu protecting him, he had to keep a low profile for a while. He Zhao raised his head and smiled at He Junjie. The other party sensed his gaze and rolled his eyes. It was this idiot who would die outside with his father.

Then, He Zhao would use the name of Qin Mingzhu's husband to become the new head of the He family! At that time, those who dared to give him a look would all die!

He Zhao lowered his head, and a malevolent smile spread across his face. Even the sunlight could not shine into his wicked heart. When he raised his head again, he became that gentle, affectionate, and a little melancholic inner sect disciple.

In the end, He Junjie picked eight disciples who usually fawned over him and immediately set off with his father to flatten Mount God of Heaven. Before he left, He Junjie winked at a few disciples in the crowd. Those few people secretly nodded their heads and left with the crowd.

He Cangming also arranged for a few Spirit Origin Realm experts in the family to kill He Zhao without anyone knowing. Then, he and the people arranged by He Junjie together would create the illusion that He Zhao died because of a cultivation error.

Knowing that the arrangements were done properly, as long as he went out for a few days, the two major matters that bothered him would be resolved. At that time, he wanted to develop He family into a top aristocratic family in Thunder City, and then kicked out that ungrateful Qin Mingzhu.

Thinking of this, He Cangming looked at his son, who was two-timed by his fiancée but still unaware of it, he decided to bury this matter deep in his heart. Last night, the secret guards reported to him that He Zhao and Qin Mingzhu were getting along. He was so angry that he smashed the obsidian table, which could withstand a force of ten thousand tons, with a single slap.

How dare this dog and woman humiliate my son like this! He Cangming almost went over to strangle the two of them overnight, but his rationality suppressed his impulse. If the matter had blown up, it would only hurt his precious son.

Previously, when He Zhao got close to Qin Mingzhu, He Cangming was certain that he did not have the guts to really do anything. It was also unlikely that Qin Mingzhu would take a fancy to him. When the time came, wouldn't it be wonderful if He Zhao angered Qin Mingzhu and hey could directly kill him.

Now, he only felt that his worldview had been completely destroyed, and his beautiful dreams shattered all over the ground. However, he still had to cover up for that dog and woman. He even felt like vomiting blood.

When Qin Island was useless, he would definitely use Qin Mingzhu to vent his hatred, and then find a better woman for his son. He Cangming patted He Junjie's shoulder with tenderness in his eyes.

He Junjie was a little puzzled. Today, his father was especially nice to him. Oh, he was probably trying to console him that the immortal herb might have been snatched away and eaten. But he actually didn't really care. He had plenty of good things.

"Father, I'm no longer angry. Although that immortal herb is rare, it can still be obtained in the end. Killing Yu Sisi should be enough. We could even obtain something after destroy the Mount God of Heaven. Although it might not be comparable to the Yu family's treasure house, at least we won't come back empty-handed."

He Junjie was a man of few words. He comforted his worried father and even patted He Cangming's back. He received a look that he could not understand.

The eight disciples following behind them exchanged glances after they looked at the interaction between the father and son. They were determined to perform well this time and win He Junjie's favor.

Based on He Cangming's current attitude towards He Junjie and He Junjie's own abilities, they could easily figure out who the next head of the family would be.

However, these people today would never have thought that sometimes, someone would die, someone's home would be stolen, and someone would use this opportunity to become successful.