311 Island

It is thousands of miles away from the Citong tree.

On the plateau, where loess covers the land and withered trees are scattered.

A convoy of large, luxurious oxcarts was traveling at a leisurely pace toward Citong.

Knights on horseback frequently passed by on the Official Road, and they would unconsciously slow down and avoid the road when passing caravans.

Among these knights were many messenger cavalrymen from the Imperial Court's military.

However, they also dared not disturb or ram the oxcart convoy.

The reason was that the flag erected at the front of the convoy clearly bore the inscription "Great Joy Maitreya" belonging to the Western Sect True Buddha Temple.

The red flag with gold trim was constantly being blown and pulled by the wind.

In the caravan, a tall, middle-aged man with a handsome goatee and sharp, eagle-like eyes rode on horseback, gazing into the distance.

The man had a calm and composed demeanor, his face was as still as water, as if he would not be moved by anything he encountered.

This person was none other than Cheng Hui, the Golden Wing Tower Master who had just finished hunting down the second Human Seed, Xu Qingyou.

Following behind him were the three Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, while the Deputy Tower was left behind in Great Capital to stabilize the situation.

He personally led a team to supervise the convoy heading to Citong.

"Tower Master, now we and Golden Source Zen Master have split into two groups. In addition, Grand Initiation Master Kong Wu Master Kong Ding, who went to Citong before, have gathered so many powerful experts in this small Citong. There are even two grandmasters among them."

Even if this is considered the revival of the Eastern Sect, it's still a considerable force. Is all of this really worth it for a mere Third Secret Treasure? A Spirit Envoy couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

"Yes, actually, even with just this much, I still think it might not be enough," Cheng Hui shook his head.

"If you knew who the target of this investigation in Citong is, you would understand that whether we can safely reach there is another matter."

He sighed.

"Do you know why we split into two groups? Master Jin Yuan is such a proud man, why would he agree to such a show of weakness?"

"Why is that?" the Spirit Envoy asked, frowning.

"That's because," Cheng Hui gazed into the distance, "That person has an equally enormous power behind him. By the way, have you received any news from Master Jin Yuan about their departure these past few days?"

The Spirit Envoy at each other in bewilderment.

"No."

"Neither do I."

"Master Jin Yuan wouldn't be so formal, would he? Would he even send us a letter?"

All three of them looked bewildered.

Cheng Hui was furious when he saw this.

"He definitely won't be that proactive, but we can proactively let people into that line!"

Since the last Spirit Envoy Death Ray, this year's batch consists of death row inmates who were released from prison to replenish their combat strength. They are good at fighting and killing, but in other aspects, True One.

"Currently, there is a significant conflict between the Head Temple and the True One Sect in Fu Province. Both sides need to mobilize a large number of combat experts to confront each other, and a battle could break out between the two sides at any time," Cheng Hui said.

"So, this is all the support we can mobilize on our side. Nominally, Master Jin Yuan is the commander-in-chief, but in reality, Grand Initiation Master Kong Wu is the key who can truly determine the outcome of the battle."

"Grand Initiation Master Kong Wu should have arrived in Citong by now, so why is there still no news of him?"

The Spirit Envoy bewildered glances, unsure how to respond.

Seeing this, Cheng Hui stopped hoping for their help.

He had met Kong Wu. A few years ago, when he had just switched allegiance to the Western Sect and went to the Sea Dragon Underground Palace to pay his respects to Kong Wu, who was then the Sea Dragon King, that monstrous Western Sect expert left a very deep impression on him.

Compared to the other Western Sect Grand Initiation Master, Kong Wu has been in charge of Sea Dragon for many years without any major mishaps, which is not solely due to his martial prowess.

Hopefully everything goes well.

Just as they were thinking about the situation of Master Jin Yuan's team on the other side, a small black eagle suddenly cried out from above the team and swooped down.

A skilled Golden Wing Tower fighter reached out, caught the eaglet, removed the Bamboo Tube from its leg, and then passed it to Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui took it, opened the Sealing Wax, poured out the Paper Scroll inside, and unfolded it.

I just saw the contents of the Paper Scroll.

His expression changed slightly.

"Master Jin Yuan is in trouble!"

***The other side.

The yellow sand was everywhere, and three burly figures ran wildly across the sand, each step kicking up a considerable amount of dust and leaving behind shallow sand pits.

They are physically strong, but their straight-line speed is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Often, in the blink of an eye, they can cover a distance of tens of meters.

Just as the three of them crossed a hill and were about to descend the slope,

The person at the very front suddenly stopped.

This man was tall, with muscles like steel bars, appearing as if forged from metal under the light. He also wore a string of White Stone Prayer Beads around his neck.

It was Master Jin Yuan who led the group to Citong.

At this moment, his face darkened, and his eyes suddenly turned to a slightly narrow section of Yellow Stone Gorge ahead.

The Official Road extends from here, and one must pass through this canyon to continue. Otherwise, one must climb along the cliffs and traverse mountains to find the Official Road by taking a detour.

Therefore, this is the only way to reach Citong.

But at this very moment, at the entrance to the canyon on this only route, a person is standing quietly.

The man was dressed in a black Daoist Robe, his black hair was tied up with a crescent moon, his face was indifferent, he held the hilt of his sword, and stood still, it was unknown how long he had been waiting there.

"The intelligence was wrong." The man's gaze fell on Jin Yuan, who was leading the group. "The difficulty has increased too much."

His voice was indifferent and calm.

"There will always be errors. That's just how fate is. There's nothing I can do about it. After all, that's the Western Sect, and I can't predict it completely." A helpless female voice came from the shadows of the canyon.

"How is it, Ming Yuan? Can you solve it? This is the Sect Leader's Decree, we can't mess it up." She also saw the person who came, Jin Yuan, the Western Sect Grandmaster, who was far inferior to the target she had arranged before.

"It cannot be completely stopped," the man said calmly.

"So it can work?" the woman's voice asked.

The man closed his eyes and remained silent.

A moment later, Jin Yuan and his two companions had arrived near the canyon.

He slowly opened his eyes.

There will be no next time.

Suddenly, the man gently removed the Crescent Hairband from his head.

Click.

Her long, pure black hair was draped over her shoulders.

Along with this, a faint Silver Light slowly shone from his pupils.

*** Snow Kui Island.

On a steep, forested path.

Zhang Rongfang's body was shrouded in a blue cloak, which occasionally billowed out, revealing only a sliver of his outline.

His long hair was tied up high, and he wore Black Mask. His eyes peered out through the mask, filled with a strange hope and interest, as if this island held something he wanted.

Around him, Shadow figures darted through the woods and rushed up the hillside.

Corpses lay scattered in the woods on both sides.

Some of them had their necks broken, some had their chests caved in, and some were almost torn in two.

There are all sorts of tragic deaths.

Along with the rushing Shadow, screams of agony echoed continuously from the mountain.

Whoosh! Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the woods ahead.

The arrow spun in mid-air, tearing through the airflow, its black iron tip coated with a pale blue, highly toxic substance, as it hurtled toward Zhang Rongfang's chest.

Bite.

Zhang Rongfang extended two fingers, precisely pinched the arrow, applied slight force, broke the arrow shaft, and tossed it aside.

"It seems that the place is not very welcoming to our visit."

Behind him, Tian Ruyi, carrying the child Zhou Xinlan in one hand, showed an expression of approval.

But I was speechless inside.

They came here burning, killing, and looting, taking nothing of value. The corpses their men had killed could pile up to hundreds. No wonder they were not treated kindly by others.

Of course, on the surface he would agree with everything, since whatever the Crown Prince said was right and good.

"Your Crown Prince, why should we kill people directly? Although the Venice Kingdom is not as powerful as our Great Ling, it would be difficult to handle if it caused a diplomatic incident." He used to be a master of the Thousand Stone Sect, so he was naturally free to do so.

But now that he's joined the Guardian, he naturally has some concerns about the exaggerated monthly allocation of resources and money. He fears it might affect his current happy life at the Thousand Stone Sect.

"It's alright. The islanders here don't look like good people. If they were really good people, how could they do such a terrible thing to such a young child?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"It is not the behavior of a kind person to beat or kill a child at the drop of a hat."

He turned and looked at Zhou Xinlan.

"Look how terrified he is!"

Tian Ruyi glanced at Zhou Xinlan, the trembling child beside her, and thought that it was none of the prince's place to say Crown Prince.

Don't you have any idea who scared this child like this? The two people and the child quickly followed the path up the mountain and arrived at the gate of the Blue God Residence.

On either side of the gate, four Ghost Mask Man lay on the ground, already lifeless.

Half of the door panel was violently torn off, and the remaining half was hanging on it, about to fall off as well.

The sounds of fighting could still be heard coming from the courtyard inside.

The Worship God Expert of the Thousand Stone Sect were extremely efficient. Each of them was clad in heavy armor and possessed Hard Skill, making them nothing short of war machines as they charged in recklessly.

Even standing outside the door, you could hear the constant vibrations, impacts, and screams coming from inside.

"Let's go. It looks like it's almost cleaned up." Zhang Rongfang held his cloak with one hand and stepped into the courtyard.

Tian Ruyi carried Zhou Xinlan into the room.

Blood was everywhere in the courtyard—on the walls, the ground, and the pillars.

The corpses of the Ghost Mask Man were scattered everywhere; they seemed to be truly fighting to the death.

Unfortunately, the Thousand Stone Sect only sent fifteen experts this time, the weakest of whom was Super Grade External Medicine. The strongest, Tian Ruyi, had already reached the perfection of Internal Method.

Most importantly, all fifteen of them were Worship God of the gods.

They have lost the possibility of becoming stronger and moving forward. Now their only wish is to enjoy life and contribute their strength to the new members of the sect.

This group of people are almost all idealists.

They all hoped that they would live to see the day when the Holy Gate was unified.

Now, Crown Prince Zhang Ying is their only hope.

The three of them passed through the outer courtyard and entered the Inner Courtyard.

The only massive building on the island is the Blue God Residence.

The architectural structure of Lanshen Mansion is similar to the shape of "eye".

Entering through the main gate, you have to pass through two outer courtyards before you can enter the final Inner Courtyard.

At this point, in the innermost Inner Courtyard, the number of Ghost Mask Man's corpses on the ground had begun to decrease.

Instead, pairs of Ghost-Faced Blood God Pirates and Thousand Stone Sect masters were locked in fierce combat.