Original, Part Two (Thanks to Alliance Leader Wu You)

A light drizzle was falling, and before I knew it, the sky had become increasingly gloomy.

The lightning traveled silently through the clouds before the thunder roared.

In front of the Tianxuan Palace.

Two figures, one tall and one short, moved leisurely up the long stone steps.

"Many people call me Heavenly Maiden, but that was a long time ago."

The woman in white in front, wearing a Golden Wing Tower mask, looked up at the Dao Palace ahead.

"The term 'Heavenly Maiden' originates from Buddhist School. I was chosen and taken to Great Capital) to learn the Sanskrit Sound Heavenly Demon Dance. I remember that was many years ago."

Tong Zhang gazed intently at the approaching gates of the Dao Palace.

"I've heard of the Sixteen Heavenly Demons Dance," Zhang Rongfang replied in a low voice from behind.

"Yes. If it weren't for Imperial Tutor Damir's intervention, I might already be Ming Consort, one of the ten evil Heavenly Demon who tempted the Buddha."

Tong Zhang recalled.

"So, it's good that you follow the path of the Daoist Sect. It's also good that you follow the path of the Great Dao Sect."

Zhang Rongfang was confused. He didn't know why he had come here.

But the Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang continued walking forward.

He had no choice but to keep up.

The two arrived at the gate of the Tianxuan Palace.

The two Daoist priests guarding the palace gate had already spotted them from afar. They saw the two chatting leisurely, with peaceful expressions, and their clothes and appearance were not those of ordinary people.

The two Daoist priests also bowed to the two people in a friendly manner.

Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang smiled and led Zhang Rongfang further inside.

Cross through the square opposite the main gate.

I passed by a row of Daoist priests who were sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures.

They arrived at the largest main hall in the center of the Tianxuan Palace.

Above the main hall hangs a large plaque that reads "Three Pure Ones Hall".

Inside, pilgrims thronged, and Daoist priests chanted scriptures and rang bells.

The wisps of incense smoke filled the hall, making the magnificent golden Statue appear almost otherworldly.

Hu Shizhi, the Hall Master of the Three Pure Ones Hall, was taking a nap with his eyes closed on the right side. He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly opened his eyes.

A white, White Jade- like arm was silently pointing towards his forehead.

White Shadow flashed.

Tong Zhang withdrew his right palm and pulled out a golden needle between his two fingers.

Then he just tossed it aside.

With a whoosh, a cluster of golden needles shot out, and the Daoist priests on the left who were looking this way all fell to the ground.

Everyone had needles inserted into their face and head. They lost consciousness and became immobile within two seconds. Clearly, some acupoints had been struck.

Some pilgrims who were bowing in worship saw this scene and immediately screamed and ran away frantically.

Tong Zhang didn't care, he just looked up at the Statue.

"Later, when I joined the Golden Wing Tower, I understood another principle."

"Nothing in this world comes without a price."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rongfang seemed to be pondering something and asked a question.

"What if we hadn't seen the consequences back then?"

"Good luck can also make people relax," Tong Zhang said softly. "People need pain and setbacks to constantly remind themselves."

"In this world, without demons, where would Buddhas come from?"

"Only with redemption and salvation will people have faith."

Zhang Rongfang naturally understood this principle; wasn't this the concept of relative existence in modern theory?

He just didn't expect that someone in this world could comprehend things so deeply on their own.

The two turned and walked out of the Three Pure Ones Hall, and soon a group of Daoist priests came forward.

The White-Haired Old Daoist at the head bowed to the two of them, and then led his men to seal off the gate of the Three Pure Ones Hall.

Tong Zhang didn't take it to heart and continued to lead Zhang Rongfang through the Dao Palace.

Everywhere they went, the moment they stopped, more than ten lives were lost on the spot.

The golden needles in her hands seemed inexhaustible, scattering freely, truly resembling Heavenly Maiden.

Before long, the two walked out of the Tianxuan Palace, Dao Palace more than a hundred people had already fallen.

Suppressed sobs could be heard coming from inside.

Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang, however, seemed to take it all in stride.

"Let's go, to the next place."

Soon someone brought her a new box of gold needles from the side.

She carefully put it away and led Zhang Rongfang in another direction.

That's roughly the location of Great Yang Temple.

As Zhang Rongfang left, he glanced back at the Tianxuan Palace and could still see the Palace Master and his entourage standing in the center of the square, watching them depart from afar.

"Were they all people who deserved to die?" he couldn't help but ask.

When Tong Zhang made his move, it even affected some ordinary worshippers.

"I don't know."

The Heavenly Maiden gently shook her head.

"Can't we let some innocent people go?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

He can be absolutely ruthless towards his enemies, eliminating them completely.

But he didn't think there would be any benefit in wantonly causing killings to ordinary people who were completely unrelated to him.

"It's alright." Tong Zhang smiled. "Just go and wipe out everyone in their family later."

Zhang Rongfang didn't mean it that way, but he still didn't dare to speak again.

Great Yang Temple, the Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang fought her way through the temple.

One by one, the monks were still greeting each other with their palms together a second ago, and the next second they collapsed to the ground, slowly losing their life force.

From the courtyard gate to the main hall.

First Squad of men in gray and white armor surrounded Great Yang Temple.

From the moment the Heavenly Maiden made her move, First Squad skilled warriors, swords in hand, rushed through the gate, surrounded by crossbowmen on all sides, preventing anyone from escaping.

"So many Cloud Smoke Death Warriors?! What have my Great Yang Temple done to offend you?! Why are you so vicious towards us?!"

A robust, white-bearded monk, wielding a bronze staff, fiercely repelled the combined Long Sword of three assassins.

His face was filled with sorrow.

His High Grade prowess, honed through tireless training day and night, proved utterly useless against the sights of so many assassins and crossbow bolts.

"Fang Ye Abbot?" Zhang Rongfang recognized the man as Fang Ye, the top master of Great Yang Temple, known as the Copper Vajra.

Fang Ye is his Buddhist name, and it was precisely because of this special Buddhist name that he remembered this person.

"Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang! How many monks have you killed over the years? Isn't that enough?!"

Fang Ye's muscles bulged, and a series of Breaking Limit Skill erupted.

His increasingly powerful qi and blood caused his skin to turn red, and his eyes to become bloodshot.

Just by looking at him, Zhang Rongfang feel that the aura emanating from the other person made him feel somewhat oppressed.

"This is the Limit State formed by the combination of Breaking Limit Skill," Tong Zhang explained softly.

"After Ninth Grade, one can learn all the Breaking Limit Skill of a complete set of Superior Martial Arts. And for any Superior Martial Arts, all the Breaking Limit Skill can be linked together to form its unique Limit State."

This is also the key reason why superior quality is recognized as superior quality.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled the time with the Moon Chasing Blade, when Huang Yuzhen, Ninth Grade Master, seemed to have used a similar technique.

Now, unexpectedly, there is also a Ninth Grade in Great Yang Temple! "Ah!!" Fang Ye stepped forward, swung his bronze staff, and with a bang, he charged towards the two like a cannonball.

Compared to his strong physique of over two meters tall, Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang was even shorter than Zhang Rongfang, standing at only 1.7 meters.

The two of them were like a rhinoceros charging into a deer.

Whoosh! In an instant, the two passed each other.

Fang Ye rushed over and took several steps on the stone slab, his pace slowing down more and more.

Thump.

He knelt down, and a golden needle suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, penetrating to the tip.

"You really are..." He completely lost his breath.

Tong Zhang withdrew his hand.

Whether they are of the Ninth Grade or ordinary people, in her hands they are all like golden needles.

However, Zhang Rongfang had a vague feeling that the golden needle was not real gold, but some kind of metal that looked like gold.

He looked at the other monks being slaughtered not far away and suddenly felt a strange emptiness in his heart.

"Why kill so many people? Sir, what is our purpose?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Eliminate all Secret Teaching," the Heavenly Maiden replied.

"Once the bait catches a fish, it must eat it all." Her gaze passed over the temple's main hall doors and landed on the solemn and majestic Buddha statue inside.

"What if it can't be cleaned properly?" Zhang Rongfang pressed.

"The Secret Scripture Scroll are not allowed to be leaked or copied. Therefore, if the Secret Teaching are not thoroughly cleansed," the Heavenly Maiden turned around.

"Then the only option is to massacre the entire city."

"Let's go, next place."

She turned around and walked towards the temple gate.

Zhang Rongfang froze, his mind replaying the answer he had just received.

*** Mingjing Palace.

Taking advantage of the chaos, a figure quietly rushed into Zhang Rongfang's bedroom, grabbed the small box Scripture Silk the handwritten sutras, and ran away.

Outside, a group of experts from the Black Ten Sect were frantically attacking Silver Masked Cicada.

They panicked for a while at first, especially when the Snake King turned and left, which plunged the group into panic.

But soon, after several people died, the group, being a religious sect, were not afraid of death and immediately roared and began to fight frantically.

Shouts of battle echoed continuously, like ripples spreading across the surface of water.

Inside the bedroom, a figure carrying a small box escaped through the back door, scaling the wall to flee.

This person was Zhao Tianming, who had been sending messages to the Black Ten Sect and using other accomplices of the Secret Teaching within the Black Ten Sect to incite and leverage their strength to achieve his goals.

He quickly rushed out of the Dao Palace, grabbed a set of clothes drying in a civilian's house by the roadside, and used them to cover the box in his arms.

Then he ran at full speed towards the outskirts of the city.

As he ran, he kept veering off course, never walking in a straight line, all to avoid his pursuers.

Halfway there, he stopped in a grove of trees and used a special lock pick to open the box.

Inside was a scroll of Scripture Silk and some scattered copper-colored metal parts.

There was also a stack of silver coins and Treasure Note over seven hundred taels.

"This kid really does have a close relationship with White Eagle, even keeping such an important item with him."

Before long, he packed up all his things, quickly crossed the grove, and arrived at a somewhat rugged mountain path.

Someone was already waiting for him on the mountain path.

Upon seeing Zhao Tianming, the man immediately approached him.

"Brother, something's happened at the Secret Teaching."

This man's face bore an uncanny resemblance to Zhao Tianming's, with about 80% similarity. They were also close in age, clearly indicating they were blood relatives or brothers.

"It's good that this happened. Those idiots really thought I was under their spell. They thought I wouldn't lie because I was worried about the antidote. Too bad. Hehe."

Zhao Tianming gave a cold laugh.

"Brother, what do we do now? I've already arranged for the family to leave the city; they're all on our own estate outside the city," the younger brother said in a deep voice.

"My premonition was right! Go and take everyone to Weiyang Prefecture right now! As long as I have no more worries, everything will be fine!"

Zhao Tianming said urgently.

"Also, take this with you! I'll come find you later!" He handed Zhang Rongfang the suitcase.

"Brother, what's this?" the younger brother asked curiously.

"Good stuff, it'll save your life. Some of it can be exchanged for money if you need it urgently."

Even disregarding the Scripture Silk, those fragments, silver notes, and Treasure Note were probably the stock that Zhang Ying had painstakingly accumulated over a long period of time.

"Okay, I'll head back now, bro. Hurry up."

The younger brother took the box, turned around, and quickly left.

"Go ahead, I'll be right back," Zhao Tianming a sigh of relief.

Watching my younger brother's figure slowly disappear into the woods.

Buzz! Suddenly, a streak of Silver Light flashed by.

In the distance, the younger brother's body was severed in two at the waist. It was as if he had been cut off by a pair of scissors.

Blood splattered, and the small box in his hand tumbled and flew up, falling onto the grass.

Zhao Tianming's gaze froze.

He didn't look at the box, but stared at his brother's body lying on the ground, his face gradually contorting and convulsing.

Deep in the forest, Zhang Rongfang slowly emerged, bent down, and picked up the box from the ground. He sighed.

Upon opening the box, he immediately took out the Scripture Silk sutras and hid them on his person.

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