Zhang Rongfang the "Golden Wing Tower" stared at the woman who called herself Ye Ying, gaining a new understanding of the organization's pervasive influence.
The other party showed no surprise at the sight of the corpses scattered on the ground.
It's obvious that they frequently encounter these kinds of scenarios.
This suggests that the Golden Wing Tower possesses extraordinary internal strength. This organization is definitely not just a force specializing in intelligence gathering.
"We've finally made it." Qing Su breathed a soft sigh of relief. "Now that everything is settled, Mr. Zhang, what are your plans?"
She has now made up her mind to cooperate with this future bigwig in all aspects, so as to avoid being held accountable later.
Zhang Rongfang hesitated for a moment, about to speak.
Bang!
Suddenly, behind the three of them, in the distance from the direction of Qinghe Temple, a brilliant red Signal Flare shot into the sky and exploded.
The bright red fireworks Blooming as strikingly as spider lilies, clearly visible even from miles away.
"That is...!?" Upon seeing this, Qing Su's previously indifferent gaze finally changed.
"That's the Spirit Army's attack signal! That direction is bad!!"
She realized this instantly.
Zhang Rongfang, who was standing to the side, also changed his expression drastically. Without saying a word, he picked up the Wish Wheel and quickly returned along the original route.
The other two women followed closely behind, but at this moment the difference in their movement skills became apparent.
Zhang Rongfang, moving at full speed, was a movement technique that the two women simply couldn't keep up with.
Although his movement techniques and martial arts skills have only Breaking Limits of three gates, his overall rank has reached the Seventh Grade.
For other non-body-based martial arts, once the Breaking Limits, the increase in his body agility can be considered equivalent to two ranks equaling First Grade.
Thus, he is equivalent to Fifth Grade speed master who specializes in movement techniques.
It was only then that Qing Su truly realized that Zhang Rongfang had been holding back all along.
She specializes in body techniques and is currently only at the Fourth Grade.
Zhang Rongfang clearly strong in strength and other aspects, which means that he may be improving his martial arts skills in all aspects.
Body movement is only one aspect of his expertise.
Even so, she couldn't match the other person's expertise.
This filled her with a strong sense of frustration.
Ye Ying was even more shocked at the end. She thought that everything was led by Qing Su, but she did not expect that even Qing Su, Owl Rank, would address that man with such respect.
Before long, the three of them quickly returned to the foot of Qingding Mountain, where Qinghe Temple is located.
Gazing towards the mountaintop, the three of them slowed down and stopped.
Zhang Rongfang stared blankly at the mountaintop.
The area had already been flooded in by a massive, dark mass of the Spirit Army.
The Spirit Army, resembling an ant colony, was fully armed, their bodies covered from head to toe in leather armor inlaid with metal plates.
They were all Armored Infantry!
They carried massive black shields that could cover their entire bodies, and moved swiftly up the mountain.
The Qinghe Temple had already been set ablaze.
Thick smoke billowed up, and the buildings were engulfed in flames one by one.
Zhang Rongfang lifted his foot, wanting to rush forward.
"Wait!" Qing Su called out to him from behind.
"The Spirit Army Elite has completely surrounded this place; they acted ahead of schedule. The entire Qinghe Temple is completely surrounded; you can't get in at all!"
At times like this, no matter how skilled a martial arts expert is, anyone who gets within 200 meters will be judged as a hostile entity.
The Divine Archer in the Spirit Army can turn a person into a hedgehog in an instant.
"Don't be impulsive!" Qing Su took a deep breath. "The Spirit Army's Divine Archer and elites are all skilled in martial arts. Ordinary elites are generally at least at the Tendon Forging level! The worst Divine Archer are at least at the Entering the Ranks."
There are at least two thousand Spirit Army besieging us now. With that number, even Ninth Grade cultivator would die if they charged in, let alone you!
With such a large number of Crossbow firing in unison, and without heavy armor protection, anyone who got close would die.
Zhang Rongfang gripped the Wish Wheel in his hand even tighter, staring blankly at the Qinghe Temple in the firelight.
In the sky, eagles raised by the Spirit Army circled and cried out.
"We may have been discovered!" Ye Ying couldn't help but warn. "The Spirit Army's eagles can see very far on the ground! At that distance, it will be difficult for us to hide!"
"Mr. Zhang!" Qing Su couldn't help but look at Zhang Rongfang. "You don't need to worry too much. According to our intelligence, this fire was most likely started by your master himself, in order to cover up many traces left by the Righteous Army."
"Since they were capable of setting fire, your master and his men must have already planned their escape route."
Zhang Rongfang had also considered this. When Mingming left, his master and the others had already gained a complete advantage.
In retrospect, this must have been their escape route.
"Can you get in touch with my master and the others?"
"It's difficult." Qing Su shook her head. "But don't worry, as long as your master is still around Tanyang, he will definitely contact us."
Zhang Rongfang at the raging fire on the mountaintop, then closed his eyes.
"I see."
He turned around and strode away in Tanyang's direction.
"Don't worry, there's no problem with your identity, Tanyang. Everyone who knew your master's identity is dead."
According to our intelligence, the commander previously handled logistics through his eldest disciple, Chen Lianqing, and did not appear in person himself.
In other words, both your teacher and you can now live openly and honestly. "Qing Su quickly explained.
"As long as we evade the initial search by the Ling Ting, there won't be any problems."
"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang waved his hand.
He turned back one last time and glanced at the burning Qinghe Temple.
The vague thought that had been in my mind became clearer and clearer.
If he had enough power at that moment, perhaps he could have resolved the predicament at Qinghe Temple and rescued his master and the others with just a word.
It's even possible that the master and his men never intended to start a rebellion in the first place.
The foundation of power lies in the army.
The military force can be borrowed by Ling Ting, and other officials can be borrowed, so why can't he? *** The Back Mountain of Qinghe Temple.
Zhang Xuan led First Squad men swiftly through an open Secret Passage.
He passed through an open breach in the Secret Passage and looked back through the breach.
Looking at the burning Dao Palace, he slowed his pace for a moment.
"Father?" Zhang Xintai whispered from behind.
"It's nothing." Zhang Xuan smiled, thinking of Zhang Rongfang.
With his talent, under the tutelage of the Golden Wing Tower, it might not be long before his name becomes known.
They had already failed twice and would have to change provinces in the future.
"Father?" Zhang Xintai stepped forward in Xiangjian.
"It's nothing." Zhang Xuan gently plucked the beard off his chin; it turned out the beard was glued on!
Then he peeled away the crow's feet around his eyes, and his whole appearance changed instantly.
"Let's go. From this day forward, Zhang Xuan is dead." He smiled, his heart filled with relief as he thought of Zhang Rongfang.
Perhaps, when we meet again, you will have already soared to the heavens and transformed into a dragon.
He led the way, followed by a large group of Daoist priests from Qinghe Temple and soldiers of the Righteous Army.
Besides them, all the other Daoists from Tang Sha's side were killed.
Uprisings are never child's play. To maintain secrecy, life and death are often as easy as eating and drinking.
October 1184.
An uprising broke out in Seven Counties of Pingyu Road, Shan Province. The uprising lasted for several months, but was ultimately defeated due to discord among the leaders and the combined efforts of internal collaborators Spirit Army to break through the natural defenses.
The rebel army was led by the Han Family Three Brothers. During their rout, they retreated into the mountains and became bandits.
In the same month, the Qinghe Dao Palace Great Dao Sect Huaxin County was destroyed by fire, and the century-old Dao Palace was completely destroyed.
Many Daoist priests in the palace perished in the fire.
Thus, the uprising in Seven Counties failed.
Tanyang City.
The True One Sect, Tianxuan Palace.
The faint sound of chanting sutras drifted from the Zhengning Hall.
Lin Hong sat quietly cross-legged beside the Statue with a peaceful expression, chanting scriptures and making mudras, his tone changing with the sound of the shaking bell.
Besides him, there were several other Daoist priests in the temple, all quietly waiting for him to finish his evening prayers.
I waited for more than ten minutes.
Lin Hong slowly finished up and brought it to a close.
He gently put down the bell and exhaled a long breath.
"Hall Master," a middle-aged Daoist priest stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Miss has secretly arrested three more people today. This can't go on forever. Because of this, many people in the city have come to us."
"It's just a dozen or so people, nothing to worry about." Lin Hong didn't care.
The people he approved of were all people he had already investigated, used to vent his anger on his daughter.
My daughter's limbs were all broken, and it will take at least several years for her to fully recover.
Even if such injuries heal, one can only live as an ordinary person at best.
As for learning martial arts, forget about it.
But this is for the best. Once she recovers from her injuries, we can send her off to marry a decent man.
Lin Hong's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the other two.
"Is there anything else?"
"Hall Master, news has spread that the Moon Chasing Blade, stolen by the Heavenly Thief from Central Capital, has reportedly been spotted in our Shan Province," a Daoist priest said softly.
Lin Hong, the "Moon Chasing Blade," frowned.
This is no ordinary sword; its origins are quite mysterious. It is said to be connected to certain secrets within the Ling Ting.
The orders came down from the top, and now a nationwide manhunt is underway.
"Do you know who wields this knife now?" Lin Hong asked in a deep voice.
The sword was a precious one, but he desperately didn't want to get involved in this vortex.
This blade embodies the interplay between two vast and distinct forces within the Ling Ting.
The secrets hidden within the knife are something some want to know, while others want to keep them hidden. In the ensuing power struggle, it's probably not an accident that it was stolen by Heavenly Thief.
"He is a swordsman named Huang Yuzhen. He has traveled through several provinces, seemingly searching for something," the Daoist priest replied.
"Ignore him. Unless ordered to do so by death, treat him as if he doesn't exist," Lin Hong instructed in a deep voice.
Next, he asked the third Daoist priest, who was a messenger sent by the Palace Master to give instructions on various decrees.
Lin Hong also began to handle many affairs of the Zhengning Hall within the sect.
Now, his position is also coveted by many people. If he does not pay attention to consolidating his power, the other two Hall Masters of the Tianxuan Palace will never let go of the opportunity to attack him.
Compared to these things, my daughter's outburst was insignificant.
*** Fragrant Braised Tower.
Noon.
Amidst the bustling crowd of diners, Zhang Rongfang sat listlessly at a wooden table by the wall, sipping Mare Milk Wine from cup after cup of the side dishes in front of him.
The black Mare Milk Wine is sweet and sour with only a slight aroma of alcohol; although it's called wine, it's more like a beverage.
He had developed this habit since returning from Qinghe Temple.
When I get really tired from daily practice, I'll come to the restaurant to drink some Mare Milk Wine and eat some side dishes.
Just stay quietly by yourself, without thinking or doing anything.
Spending half an hour like this seems to dissipate a lot of the fatigue and exhaustion in my body.
In fact, at this point in time, Zhang Rongfang is often not physically tired, but rather mentally exhausted.
The monotonous martial arts training, the repetitive practice and cultivation, and the tedious daily patrols and leading of the team.
Day to day.
He has almost no hobbies; his only expectation now is to wait for the attribute points to increase every ten days.
Since returning from Qinghe Temple, I have accumulated three attribute points.
The Flame Emperor Talisman has already mastered the basics. After just one more step, it will be able to Breaking Limits in one go and truly enter the Fourth Grade of Talisman Art.
At the same time, he was also waiting for the Eagle Rank treatment promised by the Golden Wing Tower, as well as the corresponding superior movement techniques and lightness skills.