Rumors IV

So far, the Blood Daoist has only found an organization called Blue Print Plum that is spreading rumors about Yue Dewen's strength.

Now, he began to investigate the origins of this Blue Print Plum.

Bang! In an instant, he and the woman who had attacked him were locked in a direct confrontation, exchanging blows with each other.

This time, however, the newcomer's power completely surpassed the Ninth Grade, reaching the Super Grade level.

With a single blow, the woman was sent flying backward, passing through the hole in the wall she had crashed into before.

"How dare you! There are some things you should pretend you don't know, even if you do." Inside the dilapidated temple, another old man's voice slowly rang out.

"I'd like to know, though. What good would it do to know such a trivial matter?" The Blood Daoist smiled slightly, glancing to his right.

Suddenly, a thin, old man with a hunched back and wearing Copper Coin Pattern Yuan Outer Robe appeared there.

Not only that, the two bodyguards behind Blood Daoist who were just talking had now turned black and lay on the ground, lifeless.

And standing beside them was a young man with silver-white eyes.

Bang! The burly woman who had been knocked out earlier jumped back into the dilapidated temple.

Three figures perfectly surrounded the Blood Daoist, rendering him unable to move.

"The three of you should think carefully about what you are doing," Blood Daoist sensed something was wrong.

Despite taking that blow, the woman was completely unharmed; even someone with Spirit Vein shouldn't be like that.

Most importantly, he couldn't sense any blood on these three people.

Whether it's people or Worship God, there should be blood involved.

But these three people don't have any blood on them?

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for discovering too much," the elder of the three suddenly said in a low voice.

Whoosh! At the same time, three figures pounced.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The two figures exploded with a deafening roar, and a vast expanse of Spirit Thread swept across the explosion, resembling two silver lotus flowers.

The Blood Daoist had no idea they would unleash such a deadly attack right from the start. He was instantly pierced by the Spirit Thread, which struck his body.

Puff puff puff puff! His Enemy Anticipation were completely unprepared for such a move, and he was hit squarely on the spot.

In desperation, he activated his Final Form, causing his body to rapidly expand and grow larger. At the same time, the Blood Lotus unfolded.

Unfortunately, it was still a bit slow.

The thin old man leaped up the moment Blood Daoist was attacked, like a monkey wielding a stick, took a Smoking Pipe from his waist, and slammed it heavily into Blood Daoist's forehead! The Smoking Pipe pierced through the Blood Mist that had appeared at the Final Form the attack and landed heavily on a dark red arm as thick as a bucket.

With a loud bang, the two figures blurred and intertwined like lightning.

His attacks were like a storm, unleashing dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

Click.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the entire dilapidated temple for a fleeting moment.

The tremendous roar of the collision lasted for several minutes. Finally, it came to an abrupt end, completely subsiding.

Inside the temple, the Statue collapsed to the ground and shattered into dozens of pieces.

Blood Daoist also fell to the ground, a fist-sized hole punched into his forehead.

He struggled to raise his hand, trying to grasp something, but it quickly fell limply to the ground.

"It's all fate." The old man had lost an arm, and his face was ashen, making him look extremely unsightly.

The Smoking Pipe in his hand had long since broken into several pieces, lying scattered on the ground.

As fellow grandmasters, ambushing Blood Daoist was even more difficult than he had imagined.

Fortunately, he successfully completed the task of cutting off the tail within the sect.

"By the Azure Elder above, all spirits have returned to nothingness, where on earth did this grandmaster-level expert come from! He almost took my life." The old man let out a long sigh.

The opponent was too fast, and its blood contained a corrosive and highly toxic substance, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, he ultimately prevailed.

"Dao Master, I won't let you go!!" The Blood Daoist on the ground raised his head, his face covered in blood that seemed to flow out as if it were free.

He struggled, trying to take something out of his pocket.

"Dao Master? Heh, I don't care what kind of 'master' you are. You've provoked Blue Print Plum, and you think you can get away unscathed? Just wait to have your entire family wiped out!" The old man patted his pants dismissively, walked over, and was about to finish off the other party.

Suddenly he stopped, his pupils contracted, and he quickly took a few steps back to create distance, staring intently at the location of the Blood Daoist.

"What the hell is that?!"

He swore that in all his years, he had never seen anything so bizarre.

The Blood Daoist had already been severely injured in the head, and was just one final blow away from killing him.

But with this one strike, the old man's legs tightened, and he dared not move forward at all.

He stared intently at the Blood Daoist's chest.

The robes there had already been lifted up by themselves.

It wasn't the Blood Daoist who reached out to lift it, but rather a small hand that emerged from inside the robe, lifting it from the inside out.

Soon, a small, dark brown Wooden Puppet slowly emerged from the Daoist robe and stood on the ground to the side of the Blood Daoist's head.

The Wooden Puppet had both hands and feet, and if you didn't look closely, it really was no different from an ordinary living person.

Its face was drawn with blood-red lines for the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. It had a rough, eerie, and childlike charm.

"Blue Print Plum, is the Spirit Flight Teaching behind you?" The little Wooden Puppet raised its head, its blood-red eyes staring directly at the thin old man.

"Die!!" The old man felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly threw the remaining part of his Smoking Pipe, smashing it hard against the Wooden Puppet's body.

With a loud bang.

The Wooden Puppet's head was separated from its body, and most of its body exploded.

"So, the rumors are true?"

Strangely, even with only half a head remaining, the Wooden Puppet was still moving its mouth and making sounds.

His bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the old man.

An indescribable sense of unease welled up in the old man's heart, and he suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

"It's true," he mumbled in a daze.

"Next, where is your headquarters? Where are the higher-ups of the Spirit Flight Teaching?" the Wooden Puppet continued.

The sound was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes far, sometimes near, extremely strange.

"Headquarters is in a place that no one can access." The old man's eyes gradually dimmed and turned empty.

"What is the specific place name?" the Wooden Puppet asked.

"Place name. Yes."

The old man opened his mouth, ready to give the final answer.

Boom! Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out, and his entire body burst open from the inside out, like a balloon.

The Spirit Thread shone like raindrops, piercing through the ground, walls, and ceiling.

The Blood Daoist and the Wooden Puppet lying on the ground were no exception; they were also affected.

In an instant, the entire dilapidated temple collapsed, and the Silver Thread shot out, landing far away in another place, where it converged to form the old man's new body.

His eyes snapped out of their daze, and when he looked at the dilapidated temple again, he turned and ran in terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

***It is located thousands of miles away in the Wu Mountain Wish Woman Canyon.

Inside the Human Immortal Cave.

Zhang Rongfang was instantly plunged into darkness.

Contact has been lost.

"As expected, it's the Spirit Flight Teaching." He opened his eyes and sighed softly.

'What Spirit Flight Teaching?' White Scale asked in his mind.

"It's nothing." Zhang Rongfang didn't say anything more.

During this month, although he had been in seclusion, he was actually constantly investigating the situation by following the many Blood Descendant who had been dispatched abroad through the Wooden Figure.

This special method, when combined, perfectly achieves the effect of long-distance communication.

And now, we've finally found the answer.

Fortunately, although Blood Daoist was severely injured, he secretly crushed the jade pendant while Blood Daoist was using his ability to Mind Control Over Living Beings, absorbing a bit of the Progenitor Blood Essence within it, which accelerated the recovery of his injuries.

Otherwise, even if they didn't die before, they would definitely die in the final blow.

Zhang Rongfang sat silently cross-legged, listening to White Scale's muttering in his mind, but did not respond.

He was thinking.

If Master Yue were truly in danger at any moment, what should he do to resolve this issue?

Should we rush straight to Great Capital to find someone? Then tell our master to hide and survive? Or should we rush out ourselves, find the Spirit Flight Teaching, and fight all the other enemies of the Great Sect Alliance?

As I am now, I should be fine against those below the level of Gods and Buddhas, but as for those above the level of gods Gods and Buddhas, I'm okay with the Remnant God, but whether I can defeat those Great Ling Manifest God recorded in the records remains to be seen.

Finally, the old man mentioned that the headquarters of the Spirit Flight Teaching was in a place inaccessible to everyone.

This unconsciously reminded Zhang Rongfang of something.

Great Abyss!

Great Abyss contains the Void of Gods and Buddhas, as well as the Forgotten Abyss. If the headquarters of the Spirit Flight Teaching really is there, it would be impossible for ordinary people to find it.

'If only we could go faster, even faster, in just two more months!' Zhang Rongfang felt a growing sense of urgency.

What is certain now is that Master Yue's situation is very likely true.

According to the information obtained from the investigation, the Spirit Flight Teaching is likely waiting for Master Yue to get into trouble.

Master Yue, on the other hand, was trying to find the Spirit Flight Teaching and crush and destroy it before he could unleash his power.

The final winner will be whether Master Yue finds the Spirit Flight Teaching headquarters first, or whether the Spirit Flight Teaching stalls until Master Yue gets into trouble.

"White Scale." Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath and asked. "Do you know any ways to speed up the body's absorption of nutrients?"

At this moment, he desperately wanted to speed up the accumulation of attributes.

'Accelerate nutrient absorption?' White Scale was confused and didn't understand what it meant.

'The faster you eat, the faster you recover. Isn't that right? If I could use a method similar to the Golden Toad Skill to accelerate the absorption of food, I could find a new breakthrough in my strength. Right?' Zhang Rongfang gave himself this reasoning.

"That makes sense." White Scale thought for a moment, "Or, why don't you grow a few more mouths?"

"How could that be? Food is not truly absorbed through the mouth, but through the stomach and intestines," Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.

"We can eat from head to Lower Capital. With a stretch of our Spirit Thread, we can absorb brain marrow. There aren't so many restrictions," White Scale replied. "Speaking of which, I've almost forgotten what food actually tastes like," she said wistfully.

"What if I add more stomachs and intestines? Would that speed up food absorption?" Zhang Rongfang had a brilliant idea.

"I'm afraid that won't work. The physical structure of a Grandmaster is already perfectly coordinated. Adding even a fraction would be too much, and subtracting even a fraction would be too little. Rashly adding to the internal organ structure would cause you to instantly drop from the Grandmaster level," White Scale replied.

'Really?' Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

The essence of food is nutrition and energy.

Since we can't change the body's structure, how can we improve the absorption efficiency of our existing digestive system?

Since others can create the Golden Toad Skill, why can't he create his own unique martial art?