Chapter 638: Rumor 4
So far, what the Blood Daoist has found is an organization named Lan Yinmei, spreading rumors about Yue Dewen’s strength.
And now, he has begun investigating what this Lan Yinmei is and where it comes from.
Bang!
In an instant, he directly clashed with the woman who launched the surprise attack, exchanging palm strikes.
This time, however, the intruder’s power completely surpassed the Ninth Grade, reaching the Super Grade level.
With a single strike, the woman was sent flying backward, crashing out of the hole in the wall through which she had entered.
"You are so bold! Some things are better left unknown, and if you know them, you should pretend not to." In the ruined temple, the voice of an old man slowly sounded.
"I’m just curious, what difference does a little knowledge make?" The Blood Daoist smiled slightly, his gaze shifting to the right.
There, at some unknown time, appeared a hunched, small and frail old man dressed in a robe with a copper coin pattern.
Not only that, but behind the Blood Daoist, the two guards who had been conversing earlier now lay on the ground, their faces blackened and breathless.
Beside them stood a young man with silver-colored eyes.
Bang!
The burly woman who had been knocked out returned to the ruined temple once more.
The three figures perfectly encircled the Blood Daoist, rendering him immobile.
"You three should reconsider what you’re doing," the Blood Daoist felt something was amiss.
Hit by such a powerful strike, the woman didn’t appear injured at all. Even with Spiritual Veins, that shouldn’t be the case.
The most crucial part was that he couldn’t sense any blood from these three.
Whether human or deity worshipper, there should be blood.
But these three didn’t have blood?
"Blame yourself for uncovering too much..." The old man among the three suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
Swish!
Simultaneously, the three figures lunged forward.
Without any hesitation.
Two of the figures exploded with a bang, their bodies erupting wildly, releasing a massive wave of Spiritual Lines, like two blooming silver lotuses.
The Blood Daoist never anticipated such a fatal move right from the start. He was instantly pierced and struck by the spraying Spiritual Lines.
Puff, puff, puff, puff!!
His protective defenses couldn’t have predicted such an attack and were hit directly.
In the heat of the moment, he activated his ultimate form, rapidly swelling in size. Simultaneously, a blood lotus unfurled.
Unfortunately, it was still a bit too slow.
The small, frail old man leaped at the moment of the Blood Daoist’s ambush, like a monkey with a stick, pulling out a pipe from his waist and heavily striking the Blood Daoist’s forehead.
Thud!
The pipe pierced through the blood mist formed by the ultimate form, landing heavily on a thick, dark red arm.
With a loud crash, their figures became blurred as they crossed paths in a flash.
Hands moved like a raging storm, exchanging dozens of moves in an instant.
Crack.
Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the entire temple for a moment.
The tremendous crash and rumble lasted for several minutes, then abruptly ceased.
Inside the temple, a statue collapsed, shattered into dozens of pieces.
The Blood Daoist also lay on the ground, a fist-sized bloody hole punched into his forehead.
He struggled to lift his hand, trying to grasp something, but it soon fell lifelessly.
"It’s all fate." The old man was missing an arm, his face pale like gold paper, in a terrible state.
The pipe in his hand had long since broken into pieces, scattered across the ground.
Even as a Grandmaster, ambushing the Blood Daoist was more challenging than he had imagined.
But fortunately, he had successfully completed the sect’s task of cutting the tail.
"In the presence of the Cang Lao, the myriad spirits returned to the void. Where did this Grandmaster come from? Almost took my old life." The old man let out a long breath.
The opponent was too fast, and his blood had some corrosive poison, immensely troublesome.
Thankfully, in the end, he was one step ahead.
"The Daoist... won’t let you... go!!" The Blood Daoist on the ground lifted his head, his face covered in blood streaming relentlessly.
He struggled to retrieve something from his robe.
"The Daoist? Hmph, whatever nonsense title, dare to provoke our Lan Yinmei and still think you can leave unscathed? Prepare to be exterminated!" The old man contemptuously dusted off his pants and stepped forward to finish off the opponent.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing, quickly retreating several steps to put distance between them, keeping a fixed watch on where the Blood Daoist was.
"What on earth is that!?"
He swore that in all the years he had lived, he had never seen anything as bizarre as this.
Clearly, the Blood Daoist had already suffered a severe head wound, just one strike away from death.
But before that final blow, the old man found his feet glued to the ground, unable to approach.
He stared intensely at the Blood Daoist’s chest.
The robe there had already been pulled open.
Not by the Blood Daoist’s hand, but from inside, a small hand reached out, pulling open the robe.
Soon, a small dark brown puppet slowly emerged from inside the robe, standing on the ground beside the Blood Daoist’s head.
The puppet was complete with both arms and legs, and at a glance, it wasn’t much different from an ordinary living person.
Its face was painted with blood-red lines that formed eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, giving it a rough and eerie childlike appearance.
"Lan Yinmei, is it backed by the Spirit Flying Church?" The puppet raised its head, its blood-red eyes staring directly at the frail old man.
"Die!!" The old man was filled with dread, abruptly throwing the remaining part of the pipe in his hand, fiercely striking the puppet’s body.
With a bang.
The puppet figure’s body separated, most of it bursting apart.
"So, the rumors are true?"
Strangely, even with only half a head left, the puppet child was still moving its mouth, making sounds.
Its blood-red eyes continued to stare at the old man.
An indescribable eerie feeling surged in his heart, and the old man suddenly felt a sense of confusion.
"It’s true...." he muttered in a daze.
"Next, where is your headquarters? Where are the Spirit Flying Church’s higher-ups?" the puppet figure continued to speak.
The voice was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes near, and sometimes far, extremely bizarre.
"Headquarters, in... a place that no one can access...." The light in the old man’s eyes gradually dimmed, turning hollow.
"What is the specific name of the place?" the puppet figure asked.
"The place... is....."
The old man opened his mouth, about to give the final answer.
Boom!
Suddenly a loud explosion, his entire person burst from the inside out like a balloon.
Spiritual lines shot out like raindrops, piercing through the ground, walls, and ceiling.
The blood Daoist and the puppet lying on the ground were not spared, struck in the same manner.
In an instant, the entire ruined temple collapsed, silver lines sprang out, falling far away in another place, converging into a new form of the old man.
His eyes cleared from confusion, looking back at the ruined temple, as if seeing a ghost, he turned and fled in terror.
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Far away, thousands of miles away in the Wushan Wish Girl Gorge.
Inside the Human Immortal Cave.
Zhang Rongfang’s vision suddenly plunged into darkness.
The connection was severed.
"As expected... it’s the Spirit Flying Church...." He opened his eyes, sighing lightly.
’What Spirit Flying Church?’ Bai Lin asked in his mind.
’Nothing.’ Zhang Rongfang didn’t elaborate.
Over the past month, although he had been in seclusion, he had actually been continuously using puppet figures to follow various dispatched bloodline members to investigate the situation.
This special method perfectly achieved the effect of long-distance communication.
And now, finally, he had found results.
Fortunately, although the blood Daoist was severely injured in the end, he managed to secretly crush a jade pendant while using the ability to control lifeforms’ minds, absorbing a bit of ancestral essence blood within it, accelerating the healing of his wounds.
Otherwise, even if he hadn’t died before, he would certainly have perished in the end.
Zhang Rongfang sat silently in meditation, listening to Bai Lin’s chatter in his mind, but did not respond to it.
He was contemplating.
If Yue Shi were really in danger at any time, what should he do to resolve this issue?
Rush directly to Great Capital to find someone? Then tell his master to quickly hide to survive?
Or should he charge out himself, seek out the Spirit Flying Church, and fight all the enemies of the great sect alliance?
Currently, he should be fine below the divine and Buddha level, but above them... residual gods were manageable, but those recorded Great Spirit Bright Gods—whether he could defeat them or not—had to be tried to know.
And finally, the place the old man mentioned where the Spirit Flying Church’s headquarters was located, a place no one could access.
This unconsciously reminded Zhang Rongfang of one place.
Taoyuan!
Taoyuan included the Void of gods and Buddhas, and the abyss of forgetfulness. If the Spirit Flying Church’s headquarters were truly there, ordinary people would indeed have no chance of finding it.
’Two more months.... If only it could be faster... faster, it would be better!’ Zhang Rongfang started feeling a rising anxiety.
What could be confirmed now was that Yue Shi’s situation was most likely real.
According to the information gathered, the Spirit Flying Church was likely waiting for the moment Yue Shi’s issue emerged.
And Yue Shi, in turn, was trying to find the Spirit Flying Church before his own outburst, to crush it.
The final victor would be determined by whether Yue Shi found the Spirit Flying Church’s headquarters first or the Spirit Flying Church delayed until Yue Shi faced his issue.
’Bai Lin.’ Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath and asked aloud. ’Do you know of any way to speed up the absorption of nutrients by the body?’
At this moment, he desperately wished he could speed up accumulating attributes.
’Speed up nutrient absorption?’ Bai Lin replied blankly, not knowing what he meant.
’The faster you eat, the quicker the recovery, right? If I can use a method similar to the Golden Toad Skill to speed up food absorption, I could find a new point for a breakthrough in strength. Right?’ Zhang Rongfang found a reason for himself.
’That’s true.’ Bai Lin thought for a moment. ’Why don’t you grow more mouths?’
’How could that be? Food absorption doesn’t rely on mouths, but on the stomach and intestines.’ Zhang Rongfang replied helplessly.
’We can eat with our entire bodies, extending a spiritual line to absorb brain matter, with no such limitations.’ Bai Lin responded. ’Speaking of which, I’ve almost forgotten what food tastes like...’ she began to feel melancholic.
’If I add a few more stomachs, then? Could it speed up food absorption?’ Zhang Rongfang suddenly thought.
’I’m afraid not. The physical structure of a Grandmaster has already reached a state of extreme perfection, functioning in coordination. An addition would be excessive, a reduction too little. Rashly increasing internal structures would cause you to fall from the Grandmaster level instantly.’ Bai Lin replied.
’Is that so?’ Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes, his mind racing.
The essence of food is nutritional energy.
Since the body’s structure cannot be altered, then... how about enhancing the absorption efficiency of the current digestive system?
If others could create a skill like the Golden Toad Skill, why couldn’t he develop his own unique martial art?
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