Rumors III

The night was hazy, and the crescent moon, like a hook, illuminated the earth.

Zhang Rongfang stood with his hands behind his back inside the Human Immortal Temple, gazing at the night sky, remaining silent for a moment.

'What are you planning to do?' White Scale popped up again. She always seemed to appear at the most inopportune moments.

'First, I need to confirm if the rumors are true. I'm unsure where this ominous feeling in my heart comes from. The fact that the Reverse Time Society can't find anyone there suggests they're likely carrying out an important operation. I plan to rely on my Blood Descendant's intuition to trace back to the past. But...'

Zhang Rongfang paused.

'I didn't hide this ability to track them; they were likely prepared for it all along.'

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Come out." He suddenly turned around and looked at the west wall.

A flat figure leaped lightly onto the top of the wall. It was Ran Xin Yue they hadn't seen in a long time.

Under the moonlight, her beautiful figure appeared graceful, yet unremarkable.

"The Society Master me to come and tell you. Great Ling is currently beset by internal and external troubles. During your master's reign, the world seemed peaceful these past few years, but in reality, it is gradually heading down the wrong path it once took," Ran Xin Yue said solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. Another mystery.

"The Society Master said that the Human Immortal Temple and the Blood Immortal Path are now forces that dominate one side of the Great Ling Energy Sect. How to choose between them and how to shift your allegiance is entirely up to you," Ran Xin Yue continued.

"I don't understand what you mean? Society Master mean that there will soon be a time when we have to make a choice? What should we choose? And why should I be the one to choose?" Zhang Rongfang pressed.

He hated this feeling.

These people are all hiding something; each one seems shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see their goals and desires.

"I don't know either, that's what the Society Master told me. I don't know anything else." Ran Xin Yue honestly shook her head. It was clear that her mind was blank.

The reason she was chosen to go undercover was probably because of her strengths in this area.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and unfolded the bloodline again, searching for another generation of Blood Descendant to Reverse Time Society.

He remembered that the person's name was Tang Xinyi, a Grandmaster of the Extreme Realm whom he had fought before.

However, as soon as he started searching, Zhang Rongfang discovered that the person was not far away.

Clearly, the mysterious Society Master had already planned everything.

No wonder they are still unwilling to undergo transformation.

"Now that you've finished talking, could you give me a room to rest?" Ran Xin Yue asked.

"Someone come here," Zhang Rongfang said in a low voice.

Soon a Daoist priest came in and took Ran Xin Yue away.

"Oh, right, the Society Master also said that you'd better not go to Great Capital. All the Crimson List experts will be detected by the wanted posters when they approach Great Capital, and they'll have nowhere to hide. The situation is extremely dangerous right now." As Ran Xin Yue was leaving, she suddenly remembered something and quickly added this reminder.

Zhang Rongfang did not reply, but simply waved his hand.

After everyone had completely left, he clapped his hands.

A blood-red figure quickly appeared behind him, bowing slightly. It was the Blood Daoist.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Among all the masters in the temple, Blood Daoist, Shadow Daoist, and Daoist Law are the closest to Zhang Rongfang.

At the same time, they were also the most loyal to him.

Although the three of them each had their own agendas, they were able to complete any task assigned by Zhang Rongfang without any compromise.

"There's something I need you to do in person," Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

"Please speak, Abbot." The Blood Daoist bowed his head.

"Go to Great Capital and investigate whether the rumors about Yue Dewen, the leader of the Great Sect Alliance, are true. We can start with the Heavenly Sincerity Palace. Collect all records of Yue Dewen's actions in recent years and hand them over to me," Zhang Rongfang said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Without a sound, the Blood Daoist transformed into a streak of blood light and drifted away like a ghost.

"Shadow." Zhang Rongfang's expression remained unchanged.

"Exist."

A Shadow flew out from the corner behind him, landing silently and transforming into a Daoist priest in a blood-red robe. Compared to the Blood Daoist, the Shadow Daoist was older and had a more composed demeanor.

"Investigate the matter of Citong. Find out what forces are involved and who is blocking the Great Sect Alliance and other surrounding experts. I'm entrusting this matter to you. Act according to your abilities, and if there is any danger, withdraw immediately to ensure your own safety."

Zhang Rongfang gave his instructions.

"Rest assured, Abbot." The Shadow Daoist smiled slightly, then suddenly departed, transforming into a Shadow that leaped over the wall and disappeared.

"The law," Zhang Rongfang said again.

"Abbot." The tallest figure at the entrance spoke quietly. He had been waiting there for some time.

"Guard the Daoist Temple. If anything happens, you can recite my Daoist Title," Zhang Rongfang said.

"Master, are you leaving?" the Daoist Law asked with some concern.

"I need to go into seclusion for a while. The situation is making me somewhat worried. If anyone still knows the hidden meaning behind it, the most likely person is someone from the Great Sect Alliance," Zhang Rongfang sighed.

He thought that since this unknown trend could come at any time, the best way was to adjust himself and remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

His speed and agility have now reached an exaggerated level that even the most powerful Worship God Grandmaster can only look up to.

If any problems arise, he can get there as quickly as possible to provide support.

So.

"Prepare yourselves, I will be in seclusion for three months!" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

There are three more months, the final three months, and the complete ancestral bloodline will be achieved. Therefore, these three months are perfect for investigating the details.

At the same time, I organized all the Immortal Method and used another method to investigate the situation.

*** Moon Empress.

Rao Xi, from Ze Province.

Whew! Whew! Whew!!

In the rolling Golden Desert.

A round, chubby figure flew like a rocket, leaving afterimages, hurtling towards the distant horizon.

This person is incredibly fast; with each step, he can create a wave of sand on the ground.

The yellow sand on the ground, like waves, was squeezed and expanded, forming lotus flowers that burst open.

A series of giant sand lotuses, each several meters in size, stretched into the distance.

"Master Yuan, you have been betrayed by all and have nowhere to escape. Why not lay down your weapons, become a Buddha on the spot, and repent for your past sins?"

A deep, resonant male voice, like a whistling wind, echoed in Master Yuan's ears.

"You bunch of persistent bastards! You want your grandfather's life? Dream on! Go eat shit! A bunch of sons of bitches, trash, utter garbage!!"

Master Yuan's shrill voice erupted in curses, utterly lacking the demeanor of Great Grandmaster, and even more so, the composure of someone who had once been the foremost Buddhist School Great Grandmaster in the Number One Under Heaven.

Suddenly, his expression changed, he stopped in his tracks, and looked ahead.

Directly in front of it.

An old man in a faded gray robe, with disheveled hair and cloudy eyes, stood silently blocking the way, head bowed, holding a thin white sword.

It was Reverse Time Society, Di Jiang.

"It's been many years, Master Yuan, how have you been?" The old man opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was that of a young woman, which sounded rather strange.

"Pervert!!" Master Yuan shouted sharply, his scalp tingling, and he quickly turned away.

But they hadn't taken more than a few steps.

He paused again, looking at the person slowly approaching in front of him.

This man was incredibly strong, with a sorrowful face, draped in a tiger-skin tunic, as if the whole Lower Capital owed him a life. His hands were covered in metal gauntlets. His hair was also a mess, as if he hadn't washed it in ages.

"The Sky Roc Hunting Tiger!" Master Yuan said through gritted teeth.

"Starting from the Citong, we've pursued them for tens of thousands of miles, and this is where it ends. Master Yuan."

Lastly.

A tall, slender man with snow-white hair, holding a black fan, slowly approached.

The man's face was stiff, clearly indicating he was wearing a human skin mask. His eyes were black in one eye and pale purple in the other.

It was a pale purple color, not an eyeball, but rather a round purple crystal.

Master Yuan froze and turned around abruptly.

"It's you!!!"

"Hand it over," the purple-eyed man said softly. "The time has come."

*** Gu Province, Bright Water Mountain.

It was nighttime inside a dilapidated temple in the mountains.

A campfire was burning brightly, and two black-clad bodyguards, who were on their way to deliver goods, sat by the fire.

Both men were middle-aged, and although they were strong and healthy, wrinkles were already showing on their faces.

"Life is getting harder and harder these days. We've only had a few years of peace, and now the White Ten Sect's unrest has broken out again. Sigh," one of the bodyguards sighed.

"The Grand Religion Alliance has sent out a large army to encircle and suppress us. Don't worry, nothing will happen. Xuehong Pavilion failed to mobilize well and has been ordered by the Imperial Guard to take back all military power. With the Imperial Guard here, there will be no problem!" Another escort was much more optimistic.

"Indeed, the National Preceptor is a man of great talent and strategy, and his martial arts Number One Under Heaven. With him in charge of our Great Ling, life is much better than before."

At least those Spirit Person aren't as rampant and oppressive as they used to be.

"Thanks to the National Preceptor!"

"Wait! Someone's coming!" One of the bodyguards suddenly raised his hand, signaling for silence.

The two fell silent again, their gazes fixed on the area outside the dilapidated temple.

Soon, amidst a series of soft footsteps, a Daoist priest in green robes strode into the dilapidated temple.

"Wu Liang Tian Zun, greetings to the two Layman." The Daoist priest was about thirty years old, with a calm and indifferent expression.

Without waiting for the two bodyguards to respond, he shifted his gaze to the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple.

Having seemingly determined the shape of the Buddha statue, the Daoist stepped forward, walked around to the back of the statue, and squatted down.

After some searching, they found a hidden compartment below.

The Daoist priest opened the hidden compartment and took out a stack of documents.

"It's here after all." A smile appeared on his face. He quickly and quietly recited a few lines of unknown scripture.

Then flip through the document and look at its contents.

He quickly finished reading it. At the very end, he saw a distinctive blue plum blossom mark.

"It's actually Blue Plum Seal!" The Daoist's expression turned solemn.

He was the Blood Daoist who had left Wu Mountain and had been investigating the truth of the rumors.

During that month, he investigated all relevant information, but to no avail.

And so it was rumored. At a certain stage, he indeed used a clumsy method to get to the bottom of things and gradually uncovered some clues.

This method is actually very simple: trace the origins of each rumor back to its source, fight your way up, and find the earliest source of the rumor.

The Blood Daoist put away the document, tucked it into his clothes, and stood up to leave.

Bang!

Suddenly, the side wall of the dilapidated temple was smashed open by a tremendous force.

A two-meter-tall, robust Blue-Robed Woman, wielding two whips and with faint silver eyes, pounced madly at the Blood Daoist.

'Here we go again!' Blood Daoist frowned. Ever since he found the source of the rumors—the leader of a small gang in the Great Capital.

After that, he was attacked by mysterious people from time to time.

With his strength Blood Descendant grandmaster, attacking ordinary martial artists below the Ninth Grade at the beginning was nothing special.

But as he continues to find new clues, each time he finds a clue, he is attacked by a mysterious expert who suddenly appears nearby.

These attacks were extremely bizarre. It was as if they occurred because the clues they had found had been triggered.