"Do you recognize him?" the Grandmaster asked, with qi and blood flowing tangibly around him, two flas hovering behind his head,
emitting a radiance as dazzling as a red sunset, illuminating the entire camp!
"The Grandmaster has made a move!" Wei Lingzhu was startled, instinctively taking a step back, not forgetting to pull the young man beside her along.
The young man remained expressionless, quietly observing.
In the distance, many cultists turned pale. The Grandmaster who never intervened suddenly took action today,
and a steward from the Western Sect forcefully suppressed his fear:
"Is the Grandmaster trying to make things difficult for our Western Sect?"
The Grandmaster didn’t even glance at him, and with just a thought, the cultist being held captive was drawn near:
"Do you recognize him?"
The cultist struggled, and under trendous pressure, began bleeding from his seven orifices, managing to speak with difficulty:
"Rec... recognize!"
"A month ago, in Jiangzhou, our Upper Envoy treated them with respect..."
The Qi Blood Palm Seal dispersed, and the cultist fell to the ground, gasping heavily, coughing up blood foam.
"Jiangzhou..."
The Grandmaster spoke indifferently:
"As a Director General of Chongyang, what was he doing in Jiangzhou?"
A question mark appeared on Yu Chengzhong’s forehead, and Li Qiuhua was also confused.
Chongyang?
Director General??
Their minds went blank, and along with other sect cultists, they recalled that battle in the Celestial Vault from earlier.
Was that... Fusheng??
Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua exchanged glances, their hearts pounding.
"Even our sect is unclear about what transpired in the heavens." The Grandmaster sat back down, closing his eyes again:
"Do not cause further trouble, remain calm."
The camp fell silent, everyone passed around a photo, confused, as the fisherman draped in a wolf-head cape returned,
Zhang Fusheng also sat back down with the Wei siblings.
As they cleared the food scraps before them, Wei Lingzhu touched her chin and couldn’t help but speak softly:
"Chongyang is a superior city, so the eminent person on today’s aerospace ship was the Director General of Chongyang."
Beside her, Wei Qingshan was sowhat puzzled:
"But I don’t understand, is a Director General of a superior city really that impressive... Never mind, let’s not think too much, Brother Bo Yang, let’s drink!"
He clinked glasses with ’Zhang Boyang’.
The three sat in a corner, engaging in idle chat, with Zhang Fusheng looking like a curious child, he asked:
"In the dispute just now, they ntioned the Exotic Treasure Land, what is that?"
Wei Lingzhu casually explained:
"In Twin Cities Heaven and Earth, there are holes and leaks everywhere. Not long ago, a new leak appeared leading to a mysterious place we call the Exotic Treasure Land."
After a pause, she elaborated:
"It is a dark place, with a tall portal standing on a scorched black land, and there are three words inscribed on it—South Celestial Gate."
Zhang Fusheng’s expression did not change, but his heart was stirred.
South Celestial Gate?
Isn’t that where the dying Celestial Human in Chongshan City hides??
Is there a passage inside the bubble of Twin Cities, directly leading there??
Zhang Fusheng asked calmly:
"Are those cultists fighting over what they call the South Celestial Gate?"
"Why fight over that?"
Wei Qingshan said with a grin:
"It’s just a portal, worth nothing, no big deal. Mainly, the scorched soil there has various uses."
"No matter how severe the injury, applying that scorched soil will heal it imdiately, or you can roll it into a pill and swallow it, a piece the size of a soybean rivals a treasure dicine!"
dicines are divided into four levels: Treasure dicine, Great dicine, Marvelous dicine, Celestial dicine.
Beyond that, there are levels that are untouchable by mortals.
Wei Qingshan marveled:
"Those scorched soils are called Exotic Treasures, they might not be much for high-ranking figures, but for us, they are different."
Zhang Fusheng pondered:
"So, everyone is here to claim the scorched soil?"
"Yes."
Wei Qingshan nodded:
"The Exotic Treasure Land was just discovered, not yet extensively mined. These cultists ca upon hearing the news, just waiting for the next smuggling channel to the Exotic Treasure Land to open."
"It’s just uncertain whether the channel will remain open after the Divine Sect seals the bubble."
Zhang Fusheng slightly furrowed his brows, believing the matter to be far from simple.
A severely injured Celestial Human, an Exotic Treasure Land, the miraculous scorched soil...
He suspected that the soil’s miraculous properties were due to being tainted with a Celestial Human’s blood.
"I’m going to take a nap." Zhang Fusheng said casually.
"Okay, we’ll keep watch for you."
He entered a tent and lay down, his thoughts beginning to drift away.
......
In a small building.
The boatman closed the door and used special materials capable of emitting a Divine Thought warning to seal the gap at the bottom, ensuring no Divine Thought could penetrate,
only then did he turn around, plopping down on the sofa.
"There’s sothing off about the fisherman." A close confidant whispered: "When he heard about the Chongyang Director General, his expression changed."
"Hmm."
The boatman nodded lightly, coughing twice:
"If I recall correctly, the fisherman’s master is the prominent figure of Chongyang, right? Do you think... they might still be in contact?"
"It’s not impossible." The confidant whispered: "Perhaps we can use this chance to nail down the fisherman completely."
The old boatman pondered silently for a long ti.
He looked up, an aged face breaking into a smile:
"Indeed."
"If he has connections with Chongyang, he might be hiding the Chongyang Director General the Divine Sect is searching for."
"Sweep, suppress, kill all."
"And if, after the sweep, it turns out he was innocent?"
Pausing, the old boatman mused to himself:
"We’ll just have to apologize then."
The old voice lingered in the small room, the confidant nodded, affird, and quietly withdrew, leaving the old boatman alone.
But what if... the old fisherman really is hiding him?
The thought flitted by.
Impossible.
........
Chongshan City.
The dungeon.
Du Mingsheng had customized chains pierced through his body, pinning him down, unable to move, with half of his body subrged in water.
He was weary, his whole body in intense pain, and his eyes were sowhat unfocused.
Suffering, tornt.
In a haze.
A mist of chaos seed to erge from the void before him.
Du Mingsheng struggled to lift his head, seeing the chaotic mist coalesce into an old figure.
"True... True Man!!"
He was both surprised and delighted.
The True Man shook his head, speaking softly:
"A mber wishes to trade with you."
"A century of cultivation, in exchange for your escape from here, are you willing?"
Du Mingsheng pondered for only an instant, nodding resolutely.
"I’m willing!"
If cultivation is lost, you can retrain, but if you lose your life, it’s truly lost.
"Good."
The True Man nodded, weaving light and shadow, his solemn voice resonating in the dungeon.
"The contract is established."
The century of arduous cultivation gradually faded away.
Du Mingsheng’s four kindled flas flickered slightly.
In the end.
Four remained.
The True Man raised his eyelids, gazing at this haggard middle-aged man who appeared not very old.
A century ago.
He was already at the pinnacle of the Great Sect.
Du Mingsheng lowered his head, avoiding the True Man’s gaze, after a mont of silence, he spoke softly:
"I am already one thousand and seven hundred years old."
One thousand and seven hundred years.
The lifespan of the Innate Realm doesn’t exceed eight hundred years.
The True Man’s ethereal shadow ford by the chaotic mist remained seemingly calm, only nodding slightly:
"Prepare to escape."
And then the True Man silently dissipated.
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