"Is what you said true?" Wang Xianmao asked foolishly once more, as if his head had been kicked by a donkey. The mont the words left his mouth, he regretted it.
Hongi was already in this miserable state. Could he lie? Would he dare to lie?
It was evident that the Patriarch's mind was in complete disarray.
Wang Xianzhou's mind was in disarray because he had seen his old lover, who still possessed her youthful appearance. Wang Xianmao's mind was in disarray because he had heard of an opportunity that could alter the destiny of his clan.
From this perspective, Wang Xianmao was indeed a qualified Patriarch. He had never married and spent his entire life worrying over the clan's developnt. He was highly competent.
Of course, this did not imply that Wang Xianzhou was unsuited to be Patriarch. Individual developnt depended on personal inclination and capability, while also factoring in the trends of the era. It was a complex matter, and there was a vast difference between Wang Xianzhou and Wang Xianmao.
"It is true. My wife had already opened a grotto-heaven. Because she ditated until death within it, the people of Hidden Dragon Abbey could never find her," Hongi replied in a thoroughly broken, pathetic voice.
Wang Xianmao did not speak. Instead, he activated his divine ability. In an instant, dense, substantive green spiritual vitality flooded the room. Strands of vines resembling large green pythons silently wrapped around Hongi.
Hongi wanted to speak, but the large green pythons locked down his five senses. He could not even move his tongue.
After completing these preparations, Wang Xianmao raised a slightly trembling hand and flicked his finger. A dim speck of spiritual light flew rapidly toward Yulou's room.
In this world, a grotto-heaven was no ordinary thing. For instance, Dripdrop Cave was nad as such precisely because it was located within a grotto-heaven—and a Blessed Land-level Grotto-Heaven left behind by a Golden Core True Person at that.
Back then, why had Wang Xianmao made the prompt decision to send Yulou to Dripdrop Cave? It was because once inside the blessed land of Dripdrop Cave, Wang Yulou would never encounter danger like he did today.
Suddenly receiving the Patriarch's transmission, a completely bewildered Yulou entered the Patriarch's bedroom. Looking at the scene inside, he could not quite grasp what was happening.
He recognized Hongi on the floor. Although the man's face was obscured, judging by the sheer bulk and size, it could only be Hongi.
Peering through the thick green spiritual vitality, Yulou found the Patriarch sitting solemnly in a chair, staring straight at him.
"Patriarch?" he asked tentatively.
But Wang Xianmao rely gestured silently toward an adjacent chair without speaking, conducting the entire exchange via sound transmission. Listening to the Patriarch's transmission, Yulou's expression shifted from initial surprise to profound shock, before finally turning into doubt.
Looking at Hongi, who was bound tightly by the large green pythons, how could Yulou not be doubtful?
Hongi, Hongi, just how many secrets are you hiding?
Patriarch, so within the range of your Boundless Spirit chanism divine ability, we don't have to worry about being overheard?
A divine ability was a high-level technique that only Foundation Establishnt cultivators could practice. A Foundation Establishnt cultivator who possessed a divine ability was often regarded as a seasoned Foundation Establishnt cultivator, a completely different concept from an ordinary one.
Among the Foundation Establishnt cultivators Yulou had t, only four possessed divine abilities. Jiang Baobian's innate divine ability, Hidden Form in Stillness, functioned as a natural invisibility cloak. It was a congenital divine ability and highly effective. Guo Baichi's divine ability was a spiritual eye, its exact effects unknown. Muchun Ze's divine ability, Transform into Auspicious Deer, allowed him to comprehensively enhance his overall strength.
Wang Xianmao's divine ability was the ancestral technique of the Wang Clan, Boundless Spirit chanism. This divine ability did not discriminate based on talent; it could be practiced regardless of one's spirit root. Its effect was also quite straightforward.
For soone like Wang Xianmao, once he deployed this divine ability, the area covered by his spiritual vitality experienced a massive buff, offering endless practical uses. However, this common type of divine ability did not an it was weak. When utilized properly, it could match the strength of Muchun Ze in his auspicious deer form.
Yes. But communicating via sound transmission remains safer. Yulou, what is your judgnt on this matter? Wang Xianmao asked solemnly.
What judgnt could Yulou have? He rely felt that today had been exceptionally trying.
The long-prepared Talisman Master Competition had gone completely off the rails after Guo Yaoyue suddenly appeared and snatched first place. A mysterious Great Cultivator had controlled Yulou, later forcing him to participate in a cultivation world version of The Truman Show. Having narrowly escaped that danger, the reinforcents from the Red Lantern Illumination Sect arrived in the form of Perfected Man Fujiao. In the end, this ancestor of the Zhou family had absolutely no intention of investigating the matter, forcing Wang Xianmao to write a letter to seek aid himself.
Now, the Patriarch was telling Yulou that this wretched dog Hongi was riddled with secrets.
An Ning's grotto-heaven sounded beautiful, but Yulou did not believe this matter could be simple.
Patriarch, regarding this matter, I have eight questions.
Although Yulou could not fathom why the Patriarch would discuss information about An Ning's grotto-heaven with him, since the Patriarch had asked, he naturally would not hold back. Wang Xianmao's protective care for him was plain to see, and Yulou felt deeply grateful for the clan's benevolence. The kindness the Wang Clan showed Yulou was different from the kindness Mang Xiang showed the Wang Clan. The Wang Clan's kindness was selfless. Mang Xiang's kindness was sothing you were forced to accept and had to repay with interest—the crucial point being the interest!
Eight questions? Good. Take your ti and explain them.
Wang Xianmao could naturally discern that there were issues regarding An Ning's grotto-heaven, but he had not expected Yulou to spot two more problems than he had.
First, did An Ning really die?
Yulou's very first question made Wang Xianmao grow restless. Indeed, had An Ning truly died?
Hongi's words were not necessarily trustworthy. If An Ning were not dead, then all the humiliation Hongi endured could be seen as biding his ti. There were countless secret arts and divine abilities in the world. As one of the most renowned seasoned Foundation Establishnt cultivators from Hidden Dragon Abbey within the last few centuries, she might very well be perfectly fine despite her supposed lifespan limit. She could be eating hotpot inside the grotto-heaven right now, waiting for the Wang family to deliver themselves to her doorstep!
One could easily imagine a scenario where the mbers of the Wang family joyfully arrived at the location of the grotto-heaven Hongi described, only for a massive hand to suddenly manifest in the sky, easily capturing them to force Wang Xianmao to lift the Black Vine Soul-Locking Art. No matter how one looked at it, such a possibility existed.
The Patriarch nodded repeatedly as he listened. Yulou was incredibly ticulous and exceptionally bold. Right out of the gate, his first question completely undermined the foundational premise of everything Hongi had said.
Wang Xianmao had actually failed to consider this. Over the years, in order to attempt Foundation Establishnt, Hongi had taken on disciples to save on shop rent and sold defensive artifacts to gather resources. No matter how one looked at it, he did not seem like soone who possessed the remains of An Ning—which was precisely why Wang Xianmao had initially shown no interest in news regarding her remains. Hongi's circumstances had been rather pathetic.
Everyone who knew of this matter assud that the mysterious Hidden Dragon Abbey cultivator must have died. Wang Xianmao even believed that An Ning's remains might have been mostly used up by Hongi. Yet Yulou dared to think along these lines, directly suspecting that An Ning might still be alive!
Second, Hongi plundering the Golden Light Pavilion might not be the whole truth. If An Ning's grotto-heaven actually exists, Hongi wouldn't lack Foundation Establishnt resources. This is also one of the reasons why I suspect there might be issues regarding An Ning's death. Considering that I was controlled by soone today, could it be that Hongi plundering the Golden Light Pavilion, attempting to kill us, and remaining here after being exposed instead of fleeing, is also the work of soone pulling the strings from behind?
Before today, Yulou had never considered this question because Hongi plundering the Golden Light Pavilion had seed to possess a clear cause and effect at the ti. The shopkeeper of the Golden Light Pavilion had withheld his paynts, dragging him into the chaotic situation of Hidden Dragon Market. Seeing the chaos erupting in the market, Hongi chose to kill, plunder, and then burn. No matter how one looked at it, it seed perfectly normal—leaving aside moral considerations, it was highly logical under the principle of self-interest.
One only needed to understand the logic behind it: the shopkeeper appeared to rely be withholding funds, but he had dragged Hongi into a deadly dispute. This was a grudge born from obstructing soone's path to the Dao!
But now, thinking back on it, everything that occurred to the mbers of the Wang Clan had been both incredibly perilous and far too convenient. Was Hongi truly that pathetic? Or had the mastermind behind the scenes targeted the Wang Clan long ago?
As Wang Xianmao and Yulou conversed to this point, they simultaneously looked back at the bound mountain of flesh.
Well... this wretched dog Hongi's attainnts in the artificing path were indeed high, but his behavior usually seed quite rational.
It was too difficult. It was simply too difficult to make an accurate assessnt. Hongi, are you a true formidable figure biding your ti to deceive the Wang Clan, or do you just happen to beco completely useless whenever a critical mont arrives?
Wang Xianmao, who was well-acquainted with great storms, could not figure it out. Feeling thoroughly exasperated, he silently increased the binding force of the large green pythons.
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