The long line of caution tape was drawn up.
This ti it was truly long, isolating the entire area, with all residents and shops evacuated, and temporary housing arranged by the city governnt.
"Snap!"
Liu Zhengbang lit two cigarettes. This rugged man felt that one was not enough to satisfy him, and often smoked two at once,
His boss said that when he grew old and his energy and vitality were exhausted, he was bound to get lung cancer.
"Boss," a team mber said, "the number one target is still under surveillance, and everything is normal so far."
"Hmm, it doesn’t matter anymore."
Liu Zhengbang exhaled thick, choking smoke, squatted down, grabbed a handful of half-lted snow, his expression deep:
"Is the report out yet?"
"It’s out. The accounts of 174 people from the hotel are all the sa. They suddenly felt like they had fallen into a hallucination, with the entire hotel appearing in the midst of dozens of snow-capped mountains, under a scorching sun."
As he spoke, the team mber looked up at the roof of the hotel.
Charred black, as if scorched by flas.
"But the duration was very short. To everyone, it seed to last no more than a single breath, and then everything returned to normal."
"A single breath?"
Liu Zhengbang took another deep drag on his cigarette:
"A Grandmaster... How could a place as run-down as Jiangzhou attract a Grandmaster to co in person?"
He involuntarily shivered with the hand holding the cigarette, causing ash to fall onto the half-lted snowflakes.
As the Vanguard Team of the Investigation Bureau, they naturally could not act rashly. This ti, with the help of the Governor of Jiangzhou City, they disguised themselves as a special task force of the Public Security Bureau,
allowing them to openly dispatch the Public Security Bureau to seal off the area.
"Could it be Taoism?" the team mber asked.
"No, cultists aren’t so bold. This seems more like a... proclamation."
Liu Zhengbang squatted down again, extinguishing the cigarette butt in the snow:
"A Grandmaster has arrived, announcing to all the specters of Jiangzhou that he is here, with the intent unknown and allegiance unclear..."
As he spoke, another team mber hurried over, looking solemn:
"It’s been confird, one hotel guest is missing."
"Who is missing?"
"Don’t know, he didn’t register his identity and paid the front desk ten thousand yuan to hide his booking information."
"What about surveillance?"
"...In a little third-rate motel in the Lower Three Districts, where would you find surveillance?" The team mber said helplessly, "As for the street surveillance, they’re either just for show and have been broken for a long ti, or the ones that were working have long been smashed."
He paused, shrugged, and said:
"That’s an old custom of the Lower Three Districts."
Liu Zhengbang’s face twitched:
"This needs to be rectified... Forget it, send the information back to headquarters and see what they say. A Grandmaster appearing is beyond what we can handle."
"Yes, boss..."
Before he could finish speaking, a team mber staggered out of the hotel, gasping:
"Captain, inside the hotel, you, you should co and see..."
Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, fainting.
Liu Zhengbang’s expression darkened:
"Have dical experts co imdiately, I’ll go see what’s going on."
He quickly entered the hotel, ca to the problematic room, and as soon as he stepped inside, his eyes were drawn to a line of words on the wall.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!
’Boom!!’
Liu Zhengbang’s mind exploded, and he staggered back several steps, hitting the wall, causing it to crack and shatter.
He seed to see a maniac, fallen into a demon for a century, gritting his teeth, shouting kill, kill, kill!
"Not good!"
Liu Zhengbang was startled, but being well-trained, he imdiately turned around, smashing through wall after wall, rushing out of the hotel.
"Restraint, he—hold him down!"
The previously unconscious team mber had inexplicably sat up from the stretcher, eyes bloodshot, roaring as he lunged towards the nearest doctor, a fierce wind rising.
In a life or death mont, Liu Zhengbang acted with incredible speed, delivering a powerful blow that knocked the team mber out cold.
"Restraint, he... with special alloy shackles, !"
He panted heavily, the word ’kill’ echoing in his mind, as he collapsed to the ground:
"Demonization... a Grandmaster who has fallen into a demon!"
"Imdiately seal off the hotel, prohibit anyone from entering, report this at once!"
With that, he finally couldn’t hold on, his eyes rolled back as he too fainted.
The word ’kill’ still reverberated in his ears.
......
Hongji Martial Arts Dojo.
Quiet.
The students and workers were all ordered by ’Senior Brother Zhang’ to stay in their rooms, and all surveillance had been turned off.
Huang Qiuxian yawned, that troubleso kid, why hadn’t he co back yet?
He felt like he had been tricked.
He stroked his chin, pondering who was bold enough to usurp the na of the Eastern Sect?
"Retired and waiting for death, but can’t find peace."
Huang Qiuxian muttered, patting his chest, letting out a soft sigh.
He suddenly sat up straight, his gaze fixed on an elderly man who suddenly appeared at the door—in his perception, there was no one there.
"Another New Death Appearance of White Bone Observation."
Huang Qiuxian spoke lightly:
"Oh, are you Elder Hong’s senior or junior? Coming from Chongyang City to finish the job?"
He remained composed:
"Martial Arts Master? Or Grandmaster?"
"Huang Qiuxian."
The elder, leaning on a cheap wooden staff, spoke calmly:
"A young friend recomnded you to ."
"Oh?" Only then did Huang Qiuxian understand, the person before him was not from Elder Hong’s sect, but the ’expert’ the troubleso kid ntioned.
He didn’t seem very high-level.....
The thought barely ford.
The training room suddenly turned into a vast land.
Huang Qiuxian abruptly stood up:
"Grandmaster?"
He could clearly sense that this was not the illusory divine realm ford by the ’Minor Perfection Contemplation Technique’. It was a truly manifestable [True Divine Realm]!
Though it was crude, not polished in the least, and seemingly still unford...
Yet.
Huang Qiuxian bent down, grabbed a handful of soil, kneading it in his hand.
He sensed the aura of ti.
This divine realm had existed for over two hundred years.
This was an over two hundred-year-old monster.
Martial Artist’s Twelve Refinents, not only does not extend life, but rather shortens it; soone who could live to one hundred might only reach eighty when trained in skin, flesh, and sinew,
And Martial Arts Master, even the top Martial Arts Master, only extends life by ninety years.
To live over two hundred years, at the very least, one must be a Grandmaster, with perfect contemplation, forming a True Divine Realm, that is a Grandmaster.
But...
An over two hundred-year-old Grandmaster should be nearing the end of their life.
This unknown Great Sect before him, though seemingly frail, gave Huang Qiuxian the sense that he was in his pri!
Was it above the Great Sect, or did he consu an extrely rare life-extending dicine?
He didn’t know.
He just silently extended his own True Divine Realm, the barren land being pushed aside, replaced by a sky above the clouds.
The rolling clouds and the barren land matched, but the forr’s scale was clearly half the size of the latter.
This was the difference in spiritual accumulation, one of nearly one hundred and fifty years, the other over three hundred.
"Zhang Fusheng said you could remove the grave ailnt from this sect?"
Huang Qiuxian asked deeply:
"This is the Flesh Plague from the Western Sect, from the God of Plague of the Thirty-Six Layer of Heaven Dinsion, though an Outer Path Pseudo-God, it nonetheless can be terd a ’deity’."
Zhang Fusheng remained unchanged, listening quietly.
This old guy, what’s he babbling about?
However, Thirty-Six Layer of Heaven Dinsion, God of Plague?
Plague...
Linking to that Martial Artist’s Twelve Refinents cultist’s chant of ’Heavenly Communication’, Zhang Fusheng thought of the story of [Divine Enthronent] in his previous life, under the discipleship of Celestial Gate, the Immortal sealed as the Plague Emperor.
After a mont of reflection, he rembered this minor ’side character’s’ na.
He sighed softly, tentatively muttering to himself:
"Lv Yue..."
Huang Qiuxian had no visible reaction.
No, there was.
He suddenly hunched over, large beads of sweat erupting on his forehead, beneath the wrinkled skin, lumps of flesh swelled and surged!
It was as if that unremarkable na ’activated’ them, or as if...
They were responding to that revered na, in jubilation, shouting ’my lord’, eagerly wanting to burst out from within Huang Qiuxian!
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