Omen III

"No wonder the Red Turban Army was able to conquer so many cities and defeat so many stationed Spirit Army so quickly." Zhang Rongfang solemnly.

Just then, a figure rapidly approached from a distance.

"Report!"

He is a master of movement techniques from the Rebel Sect.

The man approached Zhang Rongfang, knelt on one knee, and said urgently.

"Abbot! Something has happened to Lord Ding Yu! Lord Ding is seriously injured, and he only has two men left with him. Lord Yun Qi has already brought Lord Ding back, still seriously injured, and they are already at the academy!"

Zhang Rongfang's expression changed slightly. "Zhenhai, you bring your men and come over here later. I'll go ahead first!"

"Yes!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Rongfang had already sped back towards the direction of the Wish Woman Canyon.

*** Hundreds of miles away from Wushan Prefecture, there is a place called Qianjin Mountain.

Deep in the mountains stands a manor whose walls are completely painted black.

Loud laughter was coming from inside the manor, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests.

"With Brother Zhou in charge of Shan Province, the journey has been smooth and without any obstacles! As expected of the God Crying Sect, which once caused the great Rune-Wave Plague, its reputation is well-deserved!"

An elderly man with a ruddy complexion, bare-chested and revealing his strong upper body, sat opposite another man, surrounded by elite soldiers in Red Scarves and red armor, drinking and chatting.

Seated opposite the old man was a long-bearded scholar wearing a white square hat with cloud patterns.

The scholar was slender with narrow, bright eyes. He held a white porcelain wine cup in one hand and wore a reserved smile.

"In Shan Province, the only resistance comes from those few generals, but their numbers are limited, and even if they personally intervene everywhere, they are powerless to reverse the situation."

"That's right. The Great Dao Sect, the True One Sect, and the Western Sect together only have three Grandmasters. As for the Heavenly Lock Black Ten's branch here, it has already withdrawn, so the real opponents are them. In addition, there are the four Spirit Army Provincial Governors from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion." The old man drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Moreover, forces are currently being drawn from Great Capital to deal with the Riot there."

"No," the scholar smiled slightly, "The leaders of the Five Sects Circle will not take action. On the contrary, they would be more than happy if we did so."

"That's true. These people are used to being afraid of death and no longer dare to fight desperately." The old man nodded in agreement.

The scholar did not reply, but simply smiled.

The two poured more wine, clinked glasses, and drank together.

"However, such a one-off measure cannot last. A mob whose full potential has been unleashed is nothing more than a waste product; at most, they will exhaust themselves and die within a few years. We must determine the outcome before widespread exhaustion," the old man said.

"Brother Hu, there's no need to worry. Soon someone will step in and clean up the mess," the scholar surnamed Zhou said with a smile.

"Master Zhou is indeed thoughtful and has made a well-thought-out plan. Impressive!" the old man laughed.

"Not at all. If it weren't for the large amount of Spring Peak Poison that Brother Hu brought, I wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything so easily," the scholar surnamed Zhou replied softly.

This time, the Thousand Sect Alliance action completely lifted the Ten Thousand Sects Covenant, causing the Great Ling to be engulfed in conflict everywhere.

Countless thugs, whose brains had been drained by the Worship God, were temporarily depleted of their potential and transformed into fanatical mobs that could only survive for a few years, sweeping through all the surrounding towns.

At the same time, the entire Thousand Sect Alliance dispatched Twelve Generals to be stationed in Twelve Provinces to oversee the overall situation.

Zhou Yitang, a scholar surnamed Zhou, was the chief general of Shan Province. He was also one of these Twelve Generals.

At the same time, he is also the current leader of the Ming God Sect, Secret Teaching that the Thousand Sect Alliance has joined.

There aren't many Grandmasters in the Thousand Sect Alliance, so even though he only broke through two years ago, he still managed to get a General position in the current situation where there's a severe shortage of high-end talent.

"Currently, seventy percent of the towns in Shan Province are surrounded by us, and the rest are occupied by the Rebel Alliance and the Spirit Army. Governor Amo Ye has only recently taken office, and facing this situation, he will probably have to fight to the death." Zhou Yitang's expression returned to calm.

"Leave it to me. He's just a mere Three Voids. The Spirit Person has been high and mighty for far too long. It's a joke that a Three Voids can govern an entire province," the Old Man Hu said coldly.

"With Brother Hu taking action, it will naturally be a piece of cake. After dealing with the provincial governor, we will directly attack Wu Mountain," Zhou Yitang nodded.

Just as he was about to continue, a Red-Armored Woman quickly approached and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Master, a small team near Wushan Prefecture has lost contact; they must have been dealt with."

Zhou Yitang nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

"It's alright. It's normal for a Shan Province as large as this to have some extraordinary people. Wasn't that Cloud Sea Town we just captured? Move quickly and send two thousand men through. Remember to divide them into more than a dozen teams."

"Yes!" The woman nodded and left.

"What's wrong?" The Old Man Hu also overheard the conversation between the two.

"It's alright. With the Ten Thousand Sects Covenant no longer in effect, ordinary civilians can be directly converted into thugs, and those with better physiques can easily become Spirit Guard. Non-Self hadn't brought so few followers and the conversion rate weren't so slow, the entire Shan Province would have been a piece of cake," Zhou Yitang said with a smile.

Without the Ten Thousand Sects Covenant, mortals can be forced to Worship God, then have all their brains drained and turned into thugs.

Such stimulation unleashes all potential, causing the temperament to lose its rationality and leading to rampant destruction driven solely by desire.

Such thugs can only survive for a few years, becoming a mobile natural disaster.

Therefore, neither the old man nor Zhou Yitang cared about the loss of their hundred-man squad.

***Amidst the snow, Zhang Rongfang's figure blurred into a phantom, swiftly flashing past behind the thugs.

A second later, more than a dozen thugs around them froze on the spot, their foreheads collapsing, and they died.

"Kill!!" Not far away, a Red Turban Army leader, his face filled with fanaticism, exploded with a bang, turning into a large number of Spirit Thread that swept away all living things around him.

Caught off guard, the two Rebel Sect masters who were besieging the sect were cut in half on the spot and died instantly.

Zhang Rongfang was too late to help and could only look at the still-recovering Spirit Thread with a grim expression.

Even he wouldn't dare to try using the sharpness of the Spirit Thread.

After a short while, the Spirit Thread quickly retracted, and Zhang Rongfang touched the ground with his toes, suddenly appearing in front of the thug. He pressed a palm against the thug's forehead, sucked his blood, shattered his heart, and turned it into black ash, which slowly dissipated.

"Are all the Spirit Army in Shan Province dead?! Where have they all gone?!" Zhang Rongfang looked at his Rebel Sect followers, more than ten of whom had been killed or wounded, and felt a pang of heartache.

On his way back to the canyon, he encountered dozens of thugs frantically attacking the canyon's defenses.

They immediately intervened to stop it, but unfortunately, they were a step too late.

This thug is like a swarm of locusts! They're nothing against experts, but against Super Grade martial artists who aren't even at the highest level, they're utterly overwhelming.

"Take the wounded into the canyon, the rest of you take turns on guard duty!" After giving the order, Zhang Rongfang quickly entered the canyon and soon found Ding Yu, who was seriously injured again, in a newly opened cave.

"My lord, I have disappointed you again." Ding Yu lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, gritting her teeth.

His entire body, from his chest down, was a bloody, mangled mess, with no discernible bones or flesh.

Both legs were completely gone. Only two arm segments remained, with the forearms completely missing.

"Who in that town could have hurt you so badly?!" Zhang Rongfang looked at the guy's injuries and felt a pang of heartache himself.

"There were no experts, just too many of them," Ding Yu said through gritted teeth. "I fought tooth and nail, killing over sixty of them, and I almost didn't make it out!"

"Where are the pharmaceutical merchants?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice.

"Dead. Not a single one is alive," Ding Yu sighed.

"Take good care of yourself and get well soon." Zhang Rongfang patted his shoulder, his heart growing heavier.

Even Super Grade fighter like Ding Yu, who had undergone a blood transfusion himself, ended up in such a state. This shows just how dire the situation was over there.

"It's alright, my injury will heal quickly!" Ding Yu said through gritted teeth, "It's just the brothers I brought with me."

He brought more than ten people with him, but now only three of them have returned.

It's true that he was injured; Zhang Rongfang can now see that the wounds are starting to heal.

The terrifying regenerative abilities of Blood Descendant are evident.

Those from the opposing Rebel Sect who were watching this scene swallowed hard, their faces filled with disbelief.

It's not like Worship God; to have such regenerative abilities—their lower body was almost gone, yet they still managed to come back alive. This far exceeds the scope of ordinary martial artists.

"By the way, Abbot, I also received some news while I was there!" Ding Yu continued, "The situation in the Spirit Army is very bad. Many villages and towns have been completely deserted. Most of the population has become rioters. The Official Road near our Wushan Prefecture have been basically cut off, and all the grain convoys that were transporting supplies have stopped. Those rioters are stealing everything, wanting everything!"

"Have we run out of food?" Zhang Rongfang knew very well that everything else could be temporarily cut off, but if there was a problem with the food, then things would get really messy.

"I understand, you've worked hard."

He immediately thought of his Elder Sister and Brother-in-law.

My brother-in-law, as the chief official in charge of commerce in Wushan Prefecture, is now absolutely overwhelmed.

Wushan Prefecture, as the capital of Shan Province, is currently relatively stable, but judging from the future trend, it will inevitably descend into chaos.

Emerging from the cave, Qing Su, with a solemn expression, quickly approached.

"Master, all the Official Road and transportation routes in the surrounding area have been cut off. The supply of medicine and food is of utmost importance and must be reopened as soon as possible."

"What's the provincial governor's reaction?" Zhang Rongfang's first thought was of the Garrison in Great Ling.

"They're already mobilizing the army; they're probably planning to wipe out all the rioters head-on," Qing Su replied.

"Let's see how it goes," Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

"Strangely, the Great Dao Sect, the True One Sect, and the Western Sect have not made any statement. Logically speaking, they Society Master to help stabilize the region An Ning, but this time..." Qing Su couldn't understand.

"The fact that there are religious guards among the rioters means that religious forces must be involved. I'll go and bring them all back first. Then everyone, guard the canyon and wait for the right opportunity," Zhang Rongfang instructed.

"Clear!"

As Zhang Rongfang left the cave, he watched as members of the Rebel Sect began to work in the distance, piling up stones at the entrance and exit of the canyon to build a defensive shelter.

"Let's try it first, and thoroughly clear out the thugs around here."

If possible, the most convenient way is to spread Blood Descendant in large numbers.

However, the creation of Blood Descendant is very likely to attract the attention of Gods and Buddhas forces.

Now that Master Yue has finally managed to suppress the previous incident, it's best not to cause any further trouble.

Therefore, the only way is to take action yourself.

Having made up his mind, he was about to set off to patrol the area around the canyon on his own.

With his speed and stamina, he could easily patrol for several days and nights without rest.

However, this is too time-consuming and would severely hinder one's cultivation.

But at this moment, it was only a temporary measure. Boom!! Suddenly, from the direction of Wushan Prefecture in the distance, a huge ball of fire shot into the sky.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly turned his head and looked in that direction.

"What's going on?!" His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed towards the other side at lightning speed.