Countless snow-white feathers kept falling.
Pieces fell, one by one, onto a pitch-black figure.
It was pitch black all around, with only countless feathers falling to the ground like raindrops and disappearing.
It disappears when touched.
The figure raised its head, revealing a gaunt face wearing Silver Mask.
Whew! I suddenly woke up.
In the dense forest, on a branch of a large tree, a Silver-Masked Man dressed in black with long white hair slowly opened his eyes.
He looked up and glanced at the faint sunlight above.
"It's cold again."
The man jumped down from the tree branch, brushed the leaves and debris off his clothes, and carefully removed his mask.
He lowered his head and used the water from the water bag from last night to wet a cotton cloth and gently wipe his face.
He quickly put his mask back on and slowly moved forward in the same direction he had been heading.
Hearing that Tanyang possessed Secret Scroll Scripture Silk, he also came.
The Scripture Silk have a special function; it is said that they can ensure a person will never betray themselves.
Never deceive yourself.
Therefore, he felt that it must be the thing he needed most.
So he came.
After passing through a grove of trees, a temporary campsite came into view.
When the three men and women dressed as escorts saw him, they greeted him warmly.
"Young Master Fan, why haven't we seen you since this morning? Here's some meat soup we just made, with some of our own dried bread in it. Please have a taste."
A pretty female bodyguard, with a hint of shyness in her eyes, came over carrying a bowl of food at the urging of her companions.
Even if only half of Young Master Fan's appearance is revealed, it is still extremely handsome.
Everyone speculated that the other half of his face might have been injured, which was why he deliberately covered it up.
Even so, Young Master Fan's temperament and refinement alone made her heart flutter.
Handsome, gentle, with profound knowledge and experience revealed in his words, mysterious, and always unintentionally revealing a faint sense of bewilderment and sadness.
All of this made the female bodyguard want to get closer to him, to help him, and to understand why he had such emotions.
"Thank you," Young Master Fan said, gently taking the soup bowl.
He looked down at the slightly cloudy soup in the bowl.
A few tiny white bubbles flickered on the surface of the broth.
Fine, constantly bursting bubbles. Like countless feathers falling and disappearing in a dream.
He could sense the female bodyguard's kindness towards him.
But he didn't know the other person at all.
Why are they being so kind to me when I don't even know their names? Young Master Fan looked up at the female bodyguard's gentle smile and at the two male bodyguards beside him, whose smiles were either sunny or approving.
"I understand." He suddenly snapped out of it. "I understand. You... you were definitely trying to lie to me!"
The female bodyguard's expression suddenly froze, becoming somewhat bewildered.
"Young Master Fan, what's wrong?"
"You're lying to me. That's just how the world is. Mother is right. How could there be so much pure kindness in the world? The vast majority of kindness is a lie! It's all deception!!"
His expression gradually became ferocious.
Bang! In an instant, he struck out with lightning speed, the terrifying force landing squarely on the female bodyguard's forehead.
The blow knocked her head back so hard that her neck snapped open and broke completely.
"You!!?" The other two bodyguards were shocked and furious, and stood up.
Unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two sides was too great.
Shadow flashed by.
The two men futilely grasped the knife hilts and were sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the Woodland.
A large amount of blood gushed from their mouths and noses. The two twitched a few times and then stopped breathing completely.
Young Master Fan stood slowly before the extinguished fire, his hands trembling.
Looking at the three people who had fallen around him.
His body gradually calmed down.
"They just grabbed knives. Yes, they wanted to harm me all along, but I discovered it beforehand. Sure enough, there's no such thing as pure kindness in this world. Everyone, everyone is trying to deceive me. Don't rush. I can't rush. I will, I will definitely find someone who is truly good to me. I will."
He didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, and walked step by step into the depths of the forest.
*** Mingjing Palace.
Zhang Rongfang and Void One Daoist sat facing each other.
The two had just finished discussing their experiences and insights on self-cultivation, and both had gained something from the discussion.
At first, Void One Daoist thought that Zhang Rongfang was just a rising star, although he had shown considerable talent in Wen Xiu.
But it can never compare to one's own years of hard work and self-cultivation.
However, in several exchanges, he discovered that Zhang Rongfang's insights were far deeper and more comprehensive than he had imagined.
So he gradually adjusted his attitude and began to communicate with him as an equal, peer.
As a result, both of them benefited greatly.
Zhang Rongfang broken through to the Ninth Grade, his ninth limit, and the transformation of his body seemed to be more prolonged and lasting.
From yesterday to today, he has been able to feel his body constantly changing.
In addition, there are Breaking Limit Skill.
The Great Dao Sect is, after all, a great sect, with hundreds of temples and Dao Palace throughout the entire Great Ling Daoist Temple.
Second only to the True One Sect.
Such a great sect naturally possesses unique Superior Martial Arts.
After mastering the Mixed Origin Talisman Breaking Limits, Zhang Rongfang's Talisman Art level had reached the Fifth Grade.
There are only two levels left to reach the perfect Seventh Grade.
Therefore, a new Breaking Limit Skill appeared in his insights.
"Speaking of which, I've recently been reading Daoist Scripture and geographical records, and I have a question. I wonder if Uncle-Master Void One could explain it?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"What doubts do you have? Tell me, and I will answer if I can."
Void One remained calm and composed, gently stroking his long beard. He was quite satisfied with Zhang Ying, the junior who had come to seek his Guanxu Skill.
"It's related to the current state of the martial arts world in the Great Ling Realm," Zhang Rongfang. "The highest level of martial arts in our Great Dao Sect is the Seventh Grade. All of them can be used without harming the user, which can be considered superior. But the Seventh Grade is ultimately a bit low. Compared with other major sects, how can we protect ourselves if we encounter trouble or conflict?"
Void One Daoist laughed.
"Don't you have Wish Wheel?"
These words startled Zhang Rongfang.
He suddenly thought of the exquisitely crafted Wish Wheel. Ah, right? The martial arts techniques that came with the Wish Wheel were also from the Great Dao Sect? "Could it be..."
"Just as you thought." Void One Daoist nodded. "Our Great Dao Sect either doesn't produce any experts, or when it does, they are all top-notch masters Talisman Art combine talismanic arts with Wish Wheel. In addition, Wen Xiu, which is valued by the Ling Ting. These two aspects are the foundation of our sect."
After saying that, he sighed softly.
"Unfortunately, there are very few people in the entire sect who can master the combination of the Wheel of Wishes Art technique and Talisman Art."
"I see." Zhang Rongfang nodded in understanding. "I have another question. Recently, there have been several disturbances caused by thugs in Tanyang City, and it is said that some of the most wanted criminals on the Crimson List have appeared. What is the difference between the Crimson List Black List the Ninth Grade- rank masters we are familiar with? I wonder if Uncle-Master Void One knows anything about this?"
"The Ninth Grade System was established by the Ling Ting to classify all martial artists in the world. But in reality, in the early days of the Ling Ting, there was no Ninth Grade- Rank System. At that time, there was only the Black List and the Crimson List."
Void One Daoist recalled slightly.
"Later, the Secret Teaching was in turmoil, and the Bright Teaching split up. During the conflicts in various places, a large number of people died. Many martial artists believed that they had a strong family tradition and good skills, so they went to kill the Secret Teaching, but ended up dying."
"Therefore, in order to regulate the world, the Ling Ting introduced the Ninth Grade system." Void One was indeed knowledgeable.
"So, the Ninth Grade System is related to Secret Teaching?" Zhang Rongfang understood.
"Yes. The Secret Teaching caused quite a stir back then..." Void One shook his head, not wanting to bring it up.
"As for your question about the difference between the Black List, the Crimson List, and the Ninth Grade, in fact, there are probably still remnants of the Secret Teaching in the Black List. Every person on both lists is a key target of the current Imperial Court's wanted list."
And the experts within the Ninth Grade system are certainly not weak either; the top ones are no less powerful than those on the Black List Expert.
Void One's tone was slightly ambiguous.
But Zhang Rongfang had already understood the meaning behind it.
If you can't beat them, you can't beat them.
He didn't expose it. Now that he had entered the Ninth Grade, he was very curious about the other Ninth Grade and the two lists that were rumored to be extremely dangerous.
However, Tanyang is currently in turmoil, with the arrival of the Snake King and the appearance of experts from the Crimson List.
He doesn't need to get involved in this mess.
With his special abilities, as long as he follows the steps, he will eventually reach a height that no one else can reach.
Especially now that he has found a way to break through the limits, he changed the subject and discussed with Void One the changes and patterns between the Golden Core and Nascent Soul.
***late at night.
About 100 meters away from the Ministry of Justice, in front of the courtyard where Zhang Rongfang lives.
A figure appeared silently on the side of the courtyard, outside the wall.
He held a Flying Claw hook in his hand and gently tossed it upwards. The hook caught, and he used the momentum to climb up little by little.
Before long, he stood on top of the wall and jumped down.
The figure landed on the ground inside the courtyard.
After regaining his footing, he looked around and quickly walked into the inner room.
Standing in front of the door, he held a long, thin, hard Iron Needle in his hand and used Iron Needle to slowly move the latch away.
After a slight creaking sound.
The door opened.
A figure darted inside.
The room was neatly furnished. Zhang Rongfang did not live here; he had temporarily moved to the Dao Palace area for the past two days.
The figure searched around the room and found a small, locked box in a drawer by the door.
He gently took the small box out and placed it on the ground.
He took out something that looked like an iron rod and was about to start picking the lock.
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the door.
Accompanied by hiccups, the footsteps continued to recede into the distance.
The figure breathed a slight sigh of relief. He continued to bend down and unlock the door.
"Who?!" a woman's voice suddenly shouted.
The figure suddenly tightened, and rushed out of the house with the small box.
Inside the courtyard, someone had already opened the gate and entered.
It was Qing Su! She immediately spotted the small box in the figure's hand. She glared angrily, drew her short sword from her waist, and charged forward to attack.
With a few swift movements, the two exchanged attacks and dodges, exchanging several blows in the blink of an eye.
Qing Su specializes in the Golden Roc Secret Record, and his speed is extremely fast.
The short sword in his hand, wielded at high speed, was sharp and ruthless.
But she was fast, and the figure was even faster.
He could fight Qing Su to a standstill with just one hand.
After a dozen or so moves, Qing Su felt increasingly familiar with the game.
"What kind of martial arts are you using?! What's wrong?"
She hissed and took a step back.
Unexpectedly, the figure didn't answer her at all. Instead, it turned around, threw out a grappling Flying Claw, and used the momentum to leap into the air, stomping on the wall several times.
As they passed over the wall, the figure was about to land.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp gust of wind coming from behind me.
In mid-air, he had no way to block, so he had no choice but to turn around and raise his hand.
When.
His arm collided with the flying Flying Dagger.
The Flying Dagger fell.
However, the black clothing on the right arm of the figure was also cut open, revealing Silver-Black Metal Arm Guard underneath.
"You!!?" Qing Su was stunned. She immediately opened the door and rushed out, following closely behind the Black-Clad Man, chasing after him all the way.