Han Zheng raced forward at top speed, driving his inner force and vital blood to their very limit, heedless of the cost as he fled madly.
Who could have imagined that a place as tiny as Black Stone County could hold schemes piled one atop another?
Who could have imagined that Yuan Longshan, with his thick brows and broad eyes, seemingly so forthright and bold, was the black hand manipulating everything from behind the scenes?
The moment Yuan Longshan said he sought to shed his mortal frame and remake himself, Han Zheng understood what he wanted.
He had also come for the Heavenly Demon Core Technique!
Song Xingfeng was truly miserable. He had plotted over the Heavenly Demon Core Technique for who knew how long, only for Han Zheng to steal it out from under him—and then for Yuan Longshan to set his sights on him as well.
No, more accurately, Yuan Longshan must have begun plotting this long ago, likely after the Incense Cult brought chaos to Huainan Dao, before Han Zheng had transmigrated.
Putting together all the clues from before, Han Zheng more or less pieced together the beginning and end of the matter.
Yuan Longshan had learned through some unknown channel that Song Xingfeng was plotting for the Heavenly Demon Core Technique.
With his strength, forcibly killing Song Xingfeng and taking the Heavenly Demon Blood Pill would not have been difficult. But their respective identities could have brought trouble afterward.
The Incense Cult was currently ravaging Huainan Dao, and martial artists at the rank of Demon Extermination Captain were being watched closely by their superiors. They had to report wherever they went.
Though Song Xingfeng had been demoted to Black Stone County, he was still a direct descendant of the Song Family. If he died without explanation,