"You go ahead; I need to go back," Zhu Xuanji said, turning halfway.
Fei Si hurriedly said, "Together, together!"
The Zhou Family's elder naturally didn't want to be left behind and followed closely, "Zhu Divine Hunter, what have you discovered?"
Zhu Xuanji just shook his head.
Before long, the three returned to the flying disk workshop.
Several cultivators from the workshop were repairing the roof.
Zhu Xuanji waved his hand, and the roof opened up again.
The three Golden Core cultivators descended slowly.
"Ah, my lords!" Ning Zhuo and Chen Cha bowed once more.
Zhu Xuanji ignored them and walked straight to Yuan Dasheng's corpse, taking a bottle of potion from his coat.
As he uncorked the bottle, the fragrance of the elixir spread, causing everyone to feel a shock in their hearts.
Fei Si exclaid, "A top-grade elixir?"
Top-grade elixirs were extrely rare. Every pill required the right ti, place, and people to be successfully crafted, a feat not easily replicated by even the most skilled alchemists.
Zhu Xuanji had a solemn expression. He didn't hesitate to use this treasured item to verify his suspicions.
All eyes were on him as he carefully dropped a single drop of the potion.
The potion seeped into Yuan Dasheng's corpse instantly.
Zhu Xuanji and the others waited for a while, but nothing changed.
Zhu Xuanji sighed, "This old ape hadn't been influenced by any external force recently. The explosion in the Fire Persimmon Forest was truly its own mistake."
Fei Si's face fell, as if to say, "Is that it?"
The Zhou Family's elder nodded lightly.
Zhu Xuanji didn't look at anyone and turned to leave, leaping into the air.
Fei Si and the Zhou Family's elder followed suit.
The three Golden Core cultivators left again.
Ning Zhuo and Chen Cha continued to handle Yuan Dasheng's corpse.
Chen Cha noticed that Ning Zhuo was moving slowly, his face pale, and his breath weak. Concerned, he said, "Little Zhuo, you've been making chanical monkeys these past few days, participating in the Fire Persimmon Festival, and, under Fei Si's command, you pressured Yuan Er into handing over Yuan Dasheng. Finally, you faced the pressure of three Golden Core cultivators twice."
"You've worked too hard. Go ho and rest well. I'll take care of this."
Ning Zhuo forced a smile and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
"Let catch my breath first." He stopped his work and found a stool to sit down and rest.
A strong sense of fear washed over him, making fine cold sweat bead on his forehead again.
Monts ago, the situation was extrely dangerous!
"Just a little more, just a little more..."
He had just extracted all the blood from Yuan Dasheng's body when the three Golden Core cultivators arrived to investigate the corpse.
Afterward, the three Golden Core cultivators left and returned. If Ning Zhuo had truly used the Buddha Heart Demon Seal to influence Yuan Dasheng, it would have been catastrophic.
Ti rewound to a few days earlier.
To deal with the life-or-death crisis, Ning Zhuo racked his brains, exhausting all his thoughts and energy.
Yuan Dasheng was powerful!
He was guarded by the Monkey Head Gang.
A head-on clash would be a strategy of last resort.
"Borrowing soone else's power to kill would require exposing Yuan Dasheng to other forces..."
Not to ntion how difficult it would be to manipulate other forces against the Monkey Head Gang, if soone discovered Yuan Dasheng's true value, Ning Zhuo would ultimately be harming himself.
The biggest obstacle was Zhu Xuanji.
Zhu Xuanji mastered the Trace Origin Technique!
If Ning Zhuo used the Buddha Heart Demon Seal to directly influence Yuan Dasheng, Zhu Xuanji could trace the cause back to Ning Zhuo just by investigating Yuan Dasheng's corpse.
This would be akin to exposing himself.
"How can I save myself?"
Ning Zhuo pondered deeply, racking his brain!
He fell into the abyss of thought.
A strong sense of loneliness enveloped him, making him feel abandoned by the whole world.
No one knew his true plight. He couldn't confide in anyone or rely on anyone.
Fate was cold and cruel, placing a formidable enemy like Yuan Dasheng before him for a life-and-death confrontation.
Looking at the bigger picture, he could only fight alone!
While considering strategies, strong emotions always welled up within him.
Helplessness, powerlessness, disappointnt, despair, the urge to survive, anger, hatred, a sense of duty to his mother's last wishes, a rebellious challenge...
Ning Zhuo had to constantly guard against these emotions, trying to eliminate their interference and think calmly and objectively.
He had to find possibilities in the midst of impossibility!
And he had to succeed in one go, leaving no flaws. Any flaw in the design would surely backfire, leading to his demise.
"I still have a lot of key information to investigate."
"For instance, how exactly did it acquire the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique? How many layers does it have?"
"Wait...the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique!"
Lost in thought, Ning Zhuo was suddenly enlightened, his eyes gleaming.
Yes, the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique.
This demonic technique, once activated, could draw out blood qi, condensing it into blood qi fascia.
When used on oneself, it enhanced mobility and provided so defense.
When used on others, it could erode and pollute their blood qi with one's own. By creating a significant amount of blood qi fascia inside and out, one could imprison and even control them.
At that mont, Ning Zhuo seed to see a glimr of hope in endless darkness.
"I can use blood qi to infiltrate and influence it."
"Of course, not my blood qi. Yuan Dasheng would definitely detect the clash of foreign blood qi."
"I can use its own blood qi!"
Naturally, Ning Zhuo couldn't draw blood from Yuan Dasheng. But the latter had many monkey minions!
"Even though these monkeys carry the blood of their mothers, if I collect enough, I can use alchemical ans to purify and refine the blood qi closest to Yuan Dasheng's own."
As Ning Zhuo thought of this, he faced another problem: Could Yuan Dasheng detect this sa-source blood qi?
"Could it sense such subtle details?"
Delving deeper, Ning Zhuo felt the possibility was low.
"Yuan Dasheng practiced two cultivation techniques."
"One was the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique, with origins unknown, at least at the third level of essence refining."
"The other was the Five Elents Qi Regulation Art, gained from the Dharma Transmission Bell, cultivated to the peak of the third level of Qi Refinent, enabling soul entry into the Immortal Palace."
"Besides these, it was impossible for it to practice other techniques!"
To enter the Immortal Palace during the Qi Refinent Realm, one had to scatter any other techniques, unless it was the Mirror Stand Spirit Communication Technique, the Five Elents Qi Regulation Art, or the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique.
The Five Elents Qi Regulation Art, reaching the peak of the third level of Qi Refinent, triggered the soul entry chanism into the Immortal Palace.
If Yuan Dasheng had other techniques, it could only be the Mirror Stand Spirit Communication Technique. If it had such a Spirit Refining cultivation, it would surely show up in the rankings.
But on the Spirit Refining leaderboard, only Ning Zhuo's alias was listed.
"Without a Spirit Refining technique, relying solely on Five Elents Mana and the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique, it couldn't perceive such subtleties."
"According to the information, Yuan Dasheng wasn't proficient in using magic artifacts and preferred close combat to maximize physical prowess."
"Given the circumstances, this gamble has fair odds."
Ning Zhuo had no other choice and could only bet that Yuan Dasheng had no additional ans to sense intricacies.
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