"This... I don’t know whether to say he’s lucky or unlucky..." Sui Chunsheng hesitated.
When the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance found Ma Buting, his intestines were pulled out, his Primordial Spirit hidden elsewhere to escape Fang Changying’s deadly strike, but he was still severely injured. He’s still in the ICU, yet to wake up.
To be honest, with such grave injuries, it’s astounding he’s still alive. Many within the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance are speculating whether Ma Buting has practiced the legendary "Jia Sheng Gui Si," otherwise how could his life force be so tenacious?
Ti and again, catastrophe failed to claim his life.
"Now, we privately call him ’Undying Daoist,’ and his reputation has spread..." Sui Chunsheng murmured.
The Undying Daoist, Ma Buting.
Henceforth, he beca a notable figure in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.
"This..."
Zhang Fan opened his mouth but really didn’t know what to say; such matters were difficult to judge.
"What do they say now?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.
"This madman from the Wuwei Sect is causing too much trouble; I bet they’ll send soone from above," Sui Chunsheng whispered.
"Right, after internal investigation, the Daoist Alliance also discovered a mole from the Wuwei Sect..."
For Fang Changying to thrive in Yujing, there must have been an insider in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.
"Who?" Zhang Fan’s curiosity was ablaze.
He frequently visited the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance and knew many people there; even with little acquaintance, he was at least familiar with faces.
"Ling Zhennan from the general affairs office."
"Him!?" Zhang Fan was taken aback, recalling the image of a chubby, kind, middle-aged man.
He had t him; twice the banners and bonuses were handled through the general affairs office. This man was nearly fifty, with children in college, had worked at the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance for twenty years, was an old-tir known for being pleasant to everyone, and was on good terms with many.
"He hid it all too well."
As they talked, Sui Chunsheng opened his phone and showed an internal notice to Zhang Fan.
"After investigation, Ling Zhennan from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance’s general affairs office, betrayed his original mission, lost the foundation of his cultivation, abused his position to collude with the Wuwei Demons, an exceptionally vile nature with significant social impact, in severe violation of the 321st clause of the 2024 revised edition of the ’Daoist Sect’s Cultivation Regulations’..."
"It’s already been classified."
"He won’t see the light of day, and for three generations, can’t partake in this profession." Sui Chunsheng asserted decisively.
"By the way, I’m only telling you this, don’t spread it around."
"Rest assured, my lips are sealed." Zhang Fan vowed.
"Sigh, it’s a troubleso ti; who knows where that kid is hiding, maybe he’s already left Yujing."
Sui Chunsheng rubbed his head, sighing involuntarily.
...
Late at night.
In the suburbs of Yujing, an abandoned factory.
A night owl’s eyes glowed eerily in the darkness, its fur standing on end with the wind, diving into the nearby ruins.
In the moonlight, a figure sat cross-legged amidst the ruins, devouring Primordial Spirit with large gulps.
"Ah ah ah..."
Pained cries echoed, as the Primordial Spirit entered, there was no more movent.
"Indeed, a master from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance; the taste is far superior to ordinary folks."
A delighted smile appeared on Fang Changying’s face. These days, he had consud quite a few Primordial Spirits, and his cultivation had greatly advanced.
"In a while, I’ll show you true power."
At this mont, Fang Changying envisioned Zhang Fan.
This grudge he must settle.
Thud... thud... thud...
Just then, slow and light footsteps began echoing through the abandoned factory.
"Hmm!?"
Fang Changying glanced up, seeing a figure slowly approaching from the darkness, dimly lit by the moonlight, its features indiscernible.
"Who goes there?" Fang Changying barked.
"You’ve caused quite a stir in Yujing, breaking the rules." The voice whispered.
"You’re not from the Daoist Sect!?"
Listening to the voice, Fang Changying quietly mused.
"Coming to Yujing, you must abide by Yujing’s rules."
The voice from the darkness was deep, the figure growing closer.
"Who are you to interfere with ?"
"I am Li Yishan!"
"Human Xiao, Li Yishan!"
With these words, the old factory plunged into silence, under the pallid moonlight, the figure erged from shadows, revealing Li Yishan’s true form.
Fang Changying stared at the newcor, stunned; he had never imagined such a young person to be the new Human Xiao.
"I’ve finally lured you out." Fang Changying recovered, a strange gleam in his eyes.
He had caused such chaos precisely to et this legendary Human Xiao.
"You wanted to see ?"
"Indeed, I wish to collaborate with you." Fang Changying declared openly.
"How so?"
"You’re Human Xiao; you should know there’s a great master hidden on Yujing’s Deserted Mountain..."
"That master is a senior from my Wuwei Sect..."
At this point, Fang Changying glanced at Li Yishan with a aningful look: "I wish to visit this senior and need your introduction."
Given his status and qualifications, he probably had no hope of eting the Observatory Master.
But as Human Xiao, it was different.
"Why should I agree?"
"Because I can help you." Fang Changying confidently stated, as if he had seen through the other.
"Help ?"
"That’s right, I know you’re cultivating one of the Nine Great Inner Elixir thods, ’Jia Sheng Gui Si,’ which is not easy to practice..."
Fang Changying’s gaze sharpened: "If I’m not mistaken, you’re currently amidst a Tribulation, living like the dead."
"I know a way to help you overco the Tribulation."
With a smile, Fang Changying looked at him, seemingly in control.
"Have you finished speaking!?"
At this mont, the gentle voice echoed, without a ripple.
"Don’t you want to know the solution?" Fang Changying hesitated for a mont.
"Tell after you’re dead."
Whoosh...
A gentle sound faded, like a ripple spreading, moonlight shattered, startling the night owl.
Fang Changying stood dumbfounded, eyes still bright, his Primordial Spirit like a leaf withering, disintegrating into a wisp of green smoke.
Tonight’s death was especially fragrant!!!
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