Chapter 637: Rumor 3
The night was hazy, the crescent moon like a hook, illuminating the earth.
Zhang Rongfang stood with his hands behind his back in the Human Immortal Temple, gazing at the night sky, silent for a moment.
’What do you plan to do?’ The white-scaled one appeared again. She always emerged at the most inopportune times to speak.
’First, I need to confirm if the rumors are true. I’m not sure where this ominous feeling inside me comes from. The people from the Reverse Time Society suddenly went missing, which likely indicates they’re conducting an important operation. I plan to rely on the bloodline’s sensing ability to trace the past. But...’
Zhang Rongfang paused.
’I haven’t hidden this tracing ability, so they may be prepared for it already.’
He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Come out." He suddenly turned around, looking towards the western wall.
A nimble shadow leapt onto the wall. It was Ran Xinyue, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.
Under the moonlight, her graceful figure appeared elegant and ordinary.
"The Alliance Leader asked me to relay to you. The Great Spirit is facing internal and external troubles. During your master’s reign, it seemed peaceful, but in reality, it’s step by step heading down a previously trodden crooked path," Ran Xinyue said seriously.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. Another puzzle.
"The Alliance Leader said, the Human Immortal Temple, the Blood Immortal Dao, are now forces capable of ruling an area in the Great Spirit. How you choose and which direction you turn depends entirely on your decision," Ran Xinyue continued.
"I don’t understand what you mean. Does your Alliance Leader imply that a choice must soon be made? What choice? Why is it up to me?" Zhang Rongfang pressed.
He hated this feeling.
These people, each hiding something, shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see their goals and desires clearly.
"I don’t know either. Anyway, that’s what the Alliance Leader instructed me. I don’t know anything else," Ran Xinyue honestly shook her head. It was clear her mind was blank.
Perhaps she was chosen as a spy back then because of this advantage.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, extending his bloodline once again, searching for another bloodline individual converted by the Reverse Time Society.
He remembered the person’s name was Tang Xinyi, a former Extreme Realm Grandmaster he had once fought against.
But as soon as he searched, Zhang Rongfang discovered that person was also nearby, not far away.
Evidently, that mysterious Alliance Leader had calculated everything.
No wonder they were reluctant to allow conversion until now.
"Finished speaking, can you give me a room to rest?" Ran Xinyue asked.
"Someone come." Zhang Rongfang said softly.
Soon, a Daoist came in and took Ran Xinyue away.
"By the way, the Alliance Leader also said, you’d better not go to the Great Capital, all Red List experts approaching the Great Capital will be sensed by the wanted order, with no place to hide. The situation is very dangerous now," Ran Xinyue suddenly remembered something and quickly advised as she was leaving.
Zhang Rongfang didn’t reply, just waved his hand.
After everyone left, he clapped.
Soon a bloody shadow appeared silently behind him, bowing slightly. It was the Blood Daoist.
"Guardian, what are your orders?"
Among all the Grandmasters in the temple, the Blood Daoist, Shadow Daoist, and Law Daoist were the closest to Zhang Rongfang.
They were also the most loyal to him.
Though these three had their own thoughts, they could complete anything Zhang Rongfang ordered without reservation.
"There’s something you need to handle personally." Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.
"Please speak, Guardian." Blood Daoist bowed his head.
"Go to the Great Capital and investigate the rumors about the Grand Alliance Leader Yue Dewen. You can start from the Celestial Sincerity Palace. Collect all recent records of Yue Dewen’s actions and report them to me," Zhang Rongfang ordered.
"As you command."
In an instant, the Blood Daoist turned into a flash of blood, floating away like a phantom.
"Shadow," Zhang Rongfang remained expressionless.
"Present."
A black shadow flew from the back corner behind him, landing silently, transforming into a Blood Robe Daoist. Compared to the Blood Daoist, the Shadow Daoist was older and more composed.
"Investigate the Citong matter, see which forces are involved, and find out who is obstructing the surrounding experts of the Grand Alliance. This task is yours to handle, act according to your capacity, and if there’s danger, retreat promptly to ensure your own safety first," Zhang Rongfang instructed.
"Rest assured, Guardian." The Shadow Daoist smiled slightly, suddenly departed, transformed into a black shadow leaping over the wall, vanishing from sight.
"Law." Zhang Rongfang called again.
"Guardian." A tall figure at the door spoke quietly. He had been waiting there all along.
"Guard the temple. If there’s any trouble, you can recite my Daoist name," Zhang Rongfang said.
"Guardian, are you leaving?" The Law Daoist seemed worried.
"I need to close myself off for a while. The situation makes me uneasy. If anyone knows the hidden meaning, it’s most likely someone within the Grand Alliance," Zhang Rongfang sighed.
He had thought, since the unknown great event could arrive at any moment, the best way was to adjust himself, remaining unchanged to adapt to changes.
Now, his body technique speed had reached an exaggerated level that even the Worshiped Grandmaster could only look up to.
If anything happened, he could quickly respond and provide support.
Therefore...
"Prepare; I will go into seclusion for three months!" Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.
There are three months left, the final three months, to achieve the complete ancestor bloodline. Therefore... during these three months, it’s just right to investigate the details.
At the same time, organize all the immortal techniques, and explore the situation in another way.
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One month later.
Ze Province·Rao Xi.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!!
Amidst the undulating golden desert.
A round human figure flew like the wind, leaving afterimages, racing towards the distant horizon.
This person’s speed was incredibly fast, with each step creating a wave of sand beneath him.
The yellow sand on the ground surged like water, compressed and expanded, forming blooming lotus flowers that exploded.
Lotus flowers of several meters in size extended in succession into the distance.
"Grandmaster Yuan, you are already betrayed by all, with nowhere to escape. Why not lay down your weapon, become a Buddha on the spot, and repent for your past sins?"
A deep, low male voice echoed like a gust of air by Grandpa Yuan’s ear.
"You haunting bastards! Want Grandpa Yuan’s life? Go dream on! Eat shit! A bunch of motherless trash, worthless, bullshit!!"
Grandpa Yuan cursed sharply, showing no demeanor of a grandmaster of his generation, let alone the stature of once being the first grandmaster of the Buddhist sects under heaven.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, his expression changed, he paused and looked ahead.
Right in front of him.
An old man with his clothes washed to a pale color, hair disheveled, eyes cloudy, head lowered, holding a slender white sword in his hand, quietly blocked the way.
It was indeed a member of the Antithesis Society, Emperor Jiang.
"Long time no see, Grandmaster Yuan, I hope you’ve been well," the old man spoke, but the voice that came out was eerily that of a young woman.
"Pervert!!" Grandpa Yuan shouted sharply, scalp tingling, immediately turning away.
But before he could take a few steps.
He halted again, looking at another person slowly approaching ahead.
This person was extraordinarily robust, with a mournful look, draped in a single tiger-skin outfit, as if the whole world owed him a life. His hands were adorned with metal gauntlets. His hair was equally messy, as if it hadn’t been washed in ages.
"Celestial Roc Tiger Hunter!" Grandpa Yuan gritted his teeth and said.
"Starting from Citong, chased for tens of thousands of miles, it ends here. Grandpa Yuan."
At the furthest back.
A tall, snow-white-haired man, holding a black fan, slowly approached.
The man’s face was stiff, clearly wearing a human skin mask, his eyes had one jet black and the other pale purple.
The pale purple was not an eyeball but a round purple crystal.
Grandpa Yuan’s body tensed, he spun around abruptly.
"It’s you!!!?"
"Hand it over," the purple-eyed man said softly. "The time has come..."
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Gu Province · Mingshui Mountain.
In a broken temple among the mountains, at night.
Bonfire burned fiercely, two black-clad escort guards sat by the fire.
Both middle-aged, though strong and sturdy, their faces bore hints of wrinkles.
"These days, life is getting harder. Just a few years of peace and now the White Ten Sect chaos emerges again. Sigh...." One of the guards sighed in lament.
"The Great Teaching Alliance has already dispatched an army to encircle and suppress it, don’t worry, nothing will happen. Snow Rainbow Pavilion’s mismanagement led to the National Master’s order to revoke all military command, with the National Master present, there’s no problem!" The other guard was much more optimistic.
"Indeed, the National Master is a man of great talent and strategy, his martial arts unrivaled, with him stationed in our Great Spirit, life is better than before.
At least those Spirit People don’t rampage and tyrannize the countryside as they used to."
"All thanks to the National Master..."
"Wait! Someone’s coming!" One guard suddenly raised a hand, signaling for silence.
The two fell silent again, both eyes focused on the position outside the broken temple door.
Soon, amidst faint footsteps, a Daoist in blue robes strode into the broken temple.
"Infinite Celestial Venerable, greetings to you two laymen." The Daoist was approximately thirty years old, with a calm and indifferent expression.
Without waiting for a response from the two guards, he shifted his gaze to the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple.
Seemingly confirming the statue’s appearance, the Daoist stepped forward, moved around to the back of the statue, and squatted down.
After some groping, he indeed found a secret compartment beneath.
Opening the secret compartment, the Daoist took out a stack of documents inside.
"Sure enough, it’s here." He smiled. Quickly, he murmured a few unknown scriptures.
He then flipped through the documents, inspecting the contents.
After swiftly browsing to the end, he noticed a distinctive blue plum blossom mark.
"It’s the Blue Plum Mark!" The Daoist’s expression turned serious.
He had left Wushan, continuously investigating the truth behind the rumors of the Blood Daoist.
Over the past month, he had investigated all related materials, but found nothing.
And the rumors were such that, reaching a certain stage, sure enough, by using a clumsy method, he traced back bit by bit to grasp the strands of clues.
This method was actually simple: tracing back one by one, killing his way up, finding the earliest source of the rumors.
The Blood Daoist put away the documents, tucked them into his clothes, and stood up to leave.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a wall on the side of the broken temple exploded robustly.
A two-meter-tall, burly blue-clad woman, wielding dual whips, her eyes glinting with a faint silvery sheen, charged wildly at the Blood Daoist.
’Here we go again!’ The Blood Daoist frowned, ever since he found the source of the rumors—— the leader of a small faction in the Great Capital.
Then, sporadically, he was attacked by some mysterious individuals.
With his Bloodline Grandmaster strength, the initial attacks were just ordinary martial artists below Ninth Grade, nothing much.
But as he continuously found new clues, every time he found a lead, mysterious experts would suddenly appear nearby to kill him.
These attacks were extremely strange. As if finding a lead triggered them to appear in full force.
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