The High Envoy Comes Out to Welcome Me

'Bang!'

Hong Tianbao crushed the phone in his hand.

He took a few deep breaths, then found another phone and continued browsing the messages on the Divine Net, confirming them again and again.

Jiangzhou has fallen.

In the distant photograph, the setting sun is crimson, and the blood-red carcass envelops the entire massive city.

Divine Descent.

A Divine Descent that covered the entire city.

Hong Tianbao looked gloomy and silently made a phone call to his youngest apprentice.

Hello, the number you dialed is not in service area.

Then came the eldest apprentice and the second apprentice.

Still unable to get through.

His old hands trembled, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The fat old man lowered his eyelids.

The Flesh and Blood Plague was no ordinary Flesh and Blood Plague; it had been rooted in my body for far too long, and even my master couldn't eradicate it.

He wouldn't live more than a few years anyway, so his mind was rarely at peace. His only thought was to cultivate an heir—and what was the result?

"Hahaha."

Hong Tianbao was distraught and made a phone call to his third apprentice.

'Beep--'

"Hello? Master, you finally remembered me?" The Little Bean's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone, just like always.

Why?

Hong Tianbao gripped the phone tightly, carefully controlling his strength, afraid of crushing it again, his voice trembling:

"Things, you, where are you?"

"Waiting Area, I rushed here yesterday, but I can't fly to Chongyang City until tomorrow. I missed you, so I came to see you."

Hong Tianbao's lips trembled:

Are you aware of the changes that have occurred in Jiangzhou?

"An unexpected event? What unexpected event? Let me check the Divine Net."

Moment.

Lin Dongxi's voice, trembling with sobs, came through:

"Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, and Junior Disciple Brother"

Her sobs intensified:

"Mingming, Mingming was fine yesterday, we even ate together, and my Junior Disciple Brother even stole my steamed bun, boohoo."

Hong Tianbao closed his eyes:

"Let's talk about it after you arrive at Chongyang Festival, let's talk about it then."

His heart was pounding. He comforted Lin Dongxi for a few moments, then told him to make sure she was safe before hanging up.

"Western Sect."

"Western Sect."

Hong Tianbao's lips trembled, his fists clenched tightly, and a hysterical rage surged in his chest, yet that rage ultimately...

It turned into a sigh.

There's nothing we can do.

He was a grandmaster, but he was so crippled that Martial Arts Master.

"Uncle-Master Tianbao, what's wrong?"

A middle-aged man walked over with a smile on his face:

"Were all my disciples killed in Jiangzhou?"

Hong Tianbao looked at him coldly.

The middle-aged man comforted him:

"It's alright, Uncle Tianbao. Even if he hadn't died in Jiangzhou, he would have been killed by me in the Chongyang Examination anyway, and perhaps even more tragically."

Hong Tianbao moved like a rabbit, his internal organs bursting with thunder, his mouth gleaming and his eyes shining with divine light, as he pounced on the middle-aged man with a roar!

'Call out!'

A bamboo chopstick tore through the air, pierced the fat old man's palm, and burrowed into the lake.

The lake erupted with waves tens of meters high.

"Third Junior Brother, why are you getting worse with age? Attacking a junior?" In the distance, a white-haired old man in a long robe spoke calmly.

He is over two meters tall, and even with his back hunched, he exudes an extreme sense of oppression.

Hong Tianbao pursed his lips and said coldly:

"If I had not been afflicted by the Flesh and Blood Plague..."

"Why are you saying such harsh words?" The white-haired old man waved his hand from afar. "Just wait to die quietly, Third Junior Brother."

The middle-aged man also bowed to Hong Tianbao:

"Then I'll be going now, Uncle Tianbao."

He laughed:

"Your disciple is dead, that's great news! I need to buy a roast goose and have a couple of drinks tonight."

The master and disciple drifted away.

After a while.

'Wow!'

Hong Tianbao choked on his own blood, furious.

He tremblingly took out the White Bone Lotus Seed he had exchanged for his young apprentice, staring at it blankly, lost in thought.

Jiangzhou.

They helped the injured Uncle Yu and Aunt Li.

The three walked on the Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket and could hear knocking sounds coming from some of the buildings sealed off by the Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket.

Many ordinary people who were hiding at home were completely confined to their homes.

I don't know how long I walked. My phone and watch were long gone, and I couldn't see the sunlight anymore. The world was pitch black under the curtain of blood and flesh.

Even the wind has disappeared.

We finally reached the edge of the city.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and gently touched the slippery, moist curtain of flesh. The texture was similar to the fungal carpet on the ground, but the two were completely different.

He tried to use the Yin Snake True Intent, pressing down with his palm and releasing his power, but the immense force, along with the Yin Snake True Intent, vanished like a mud ox entering the sea.

It didn't cause the slightest ripple.

Zhang Fusheng refused to believe in evil, his body swelled up, and he transformed into a rotting giant, accompanied by a muffled roar!

"Break!!"

He crashed into the curtain of flesh and blood, but the latter remained completely still, not even breaking the tiny blood vessels on it!

"Fusheng," Li Qiuhua said softly, "It's no use."

The giant remained silent, his chest heaving, each breath causing ripples of air to rise and fall.

Great Tide True Intent!

True Thunder Intent!

Tide Born Palm!

No matter how hard he struck the curtain of flesh, the result was the same.

Yu Chengzong only had one arm left, also spoke in a low voice:

"The fungal carpet formed by the Flesh and Blood Plague is manageable, but this veil is one that even Great Grandmaster cannot break through."

"Only someone at the Innate Great Realm can slightly shake it."

"Fu Sheng."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The two saw Little Fusheng —well, it should be said Big Fusheng,

Cut the palms of both hands, bite the tip of your tongue.

Form a hand seal, pull forward, step, ha!

"Beat!!"

A burst of blazing white lightning erupted from the tip of his tongue, striking the curtain of flesh and blood. The curtain, which even a force of a million pounds could not shake, swayed and melted away, creating a crater several meters wide and two or three meters deep!

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua were dumbfounded.

Zhang Fusheng was overjoyed and wanted to continue using the Five Thunders Art, combining it with True Thunder Intent to unleash real thunder, but...

The flesh threads grew and intertwined rapidly.

In just a moment,

The curtain had already healed.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent for a moment, refusing to believe in evil, and forced out a large amount of blood. He then used the Five Thunders Art to transform it into a huge burst of lightning!

This time, they successfully pierced through the ten-meter-deep barrier of flesh and blood.

But that's all.

The curtain healed quickly.

"Even if the blood and flesh veil only covers the Lower-Level District, it would still be tens of meters thick." Li Qiuhua recovered from her shock:

"But if it were to cover the entire Jiangzhou area, the thickness would likely be well over a hundred meters."

Zhang Fusheng gave up completely.

He slowly recovered, picked up his clothes and put them on, his face ashen.

"Is it really impossible to get out?"

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced. If he remembered correctly, in the underground river, the Buddhist monk had spoken with the Withered Woman on his back.

Their conversation touched upon leaving Jiangzhou.

The Withered Woman said that she needed to use Human Treasure made from Niu Dali type of medicinal herb) to go out.

What merits does the Eldest Senior Brother possess?

Etc.

Eat?

Are you suggesting we let the Eldest Senior Brother eat his way out?

Zhang Fusheng's eyes flickered. The Buddhist disciple said, "Offer the Human Treasure within ten days, but within ten days..."

Aunt Li, who was standing to the side, then said:

"It's not necessarily impossible to get out. After the Divine Descent is initiated, it will take three days for the Divine Descent to complete."

"At that time, the entire Jiangzhou will become God's kingdom on earth."

Aunt Li's voice was solemn:

"Similarly, we can leave Jiangzhou in three days—provided we are not devoured by the God of Plague who descended upon us."

She pointed to the Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng's eyelids twitched. Three days?

He spoke:

"What does Aunt Li mean?"

"Old Yu in charge of the Western Sect."

Zhang Fusheng had already anticipated this and wasn't particularly surprised. He had guessed it when he discovered that Aunt Li and Uncle Yu were Martial Arts Master and had connections with the Western Sect.

"Is he an undercover agent?"

"Um."

Li Qiuhua nodded and said:

"The Western Sect recently sent a High Envoy and a steward, in addition to the four stewards previously stationed in Jiangzhou."

"Besides me and Old Yu, there's also Old Ghost Chai, and a certain mysterious manager."

Yu Chengzong nodded to the side:

"Leaving aside the issue of believers for now, as long as the other two leaders don't recognize you, we can say you're a newly recruited believer."

"The only problem is that, according to past practice, on the day the Divine Descent ends, believers must make voluntary offerings, and usually, the number is not large."

"But this time, the scale of the Divine Descent is probably too large. Apart from some highly regarded believers, the rest of the ordinary believers will also be used as nourishment for the gods."

Zhang Fusheng understood:

"So, what if I could be considered an 'important follower' and leave Jiangzhou with the Western Sect members in three days?"

"That's right!" they both said in unison.

Zhang Fusheng gave a bitter smile:

"Hereinafter, there is a problem."

"Old Ghost Chai, he should know me. My master is Hong Tianbao."

"Who?!"

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua raised their voices by eight octaves.

"Hong Tianbao??"

Zhang Fusheng nodded.

Yu Chengzong's expression changed:

"That's troublesome. Hong Tianbao seems to have a deep-seated hatred for the Western Sect, and he's also extremely at odds with Old Ghost Chai."

"No," Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said, "Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, what you said is actually feasible."

He stretched his limbs and said calmly:

"It suddenly occurred to me that now that my Eldest Senior Brother is gone, the Western Sect must need my help."

Black Eyes said that.

The connection between the Eldest Senior Brother and the Western Sect was entirely due to the 'Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron'.

At that time, Black Eyes said,

Western Sect have deduced that the legendary bridge to enlightenment and the beacon of Different Dimension — the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron —are...

It was in the hands of Yuan Feidao, a descendant of the Spirit Mountain System.

Yuan Feidao was his grandmaster.

The grandmaster couldn't keep the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron hidden forever; he would pass it down to one of his most outstanding grand-disciples.

The Western Sect previously chose Niu Dali (Niu Dali).

Now, you can also choose yourself.

However, this approach carries significant risks; it could lead to entanglement with the Western Sect. But if one were to simply wait for the Buddhist disciple to offer a precious Human Treasure...

If they don't arrive after three days, then there will truly be no way out.

You must not gamble.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, pondered quietly for a moment, and sensed a faint, almost imperceptible Malevolent Energy stirring within him once more.

Those things are back again.

While he was still not completely clouded and was still acting with a clear mind, he quickly made a decision:

"Let's go to the Lower-Level District."

Zhang Fusheng said in a deep voice:

"Take me to see Old Ghost Chai."

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua exchanged a glance.

They understand Wentao less and less.

"With the steward's words, my junior brother and I can rest assured."

Kong Dongyan clasped his hands in a fist salute, and Jiang Shutong, standing beside him, awkwardly followed suit.

Old Ghost Chai laughed heartily:

"We Western Sect are happy to befriend the prodigies of the Ancient Sage Faction. Rest assured, once the Divine Descent is complete in three days, we will naturally send the two of them away."

Kong Dongyan nodded solemnly:

"Steward Chai, when I return, I will persuade my elders to see if we can uncover more information about the East Cult. I will certainly pass it on to Steward Chai then."

"Of course, of course!" Old Ghost Chai smiled broadly, and with a wave of his hand, a cult member led the two away.

After leaving that house, Kong Dongyan a sigh of relief, but a look of lingering fear appeared on his face.

"Fortunately, this time we successfully uncovered the Heart's Great Secret, which led to my becoming Martial Arts Master."

He sighed softly:

"Otherwise, Steward Chai might not have accepted the two of us."

Jiang Shutong shrank his neck:

"Senior brother, I told you we shouldn't have been running around like this! We've only been in Jiangzhou for a few days and we've already encountered such a catastrophe!"

Kong Dongyan glanced at him and shook his head:

"Trouble will exist everywhere, the difference is only in size. Even if you stay in Golden City, as long as you still need to cultivate and want to climb up the ranks, trouble will never stop."

He solemnly said:

"The path of cultivation lies in striving, but for us, it lies in bestowing kindness. By bestowing kindness upon the whole world, the whole world will surely repay our kindness."

"This is our path of cultivation."

Jiang Shutong nodded as if he understood, then his gaze suddenly sharpened:

"Senior brother, what is that?"

Kong Dongyan looked up and saw that the alley, once known as the Dark Alley, was now covered in threads of blood and flesh. Further into the distance...

Three people were walking towards them, supporting each other.

One of them is Brother Zhang.

He suddenly remembered meeting that little guy on the train.

"Huh? What a coincidence?"

Kong Dongyan in surprise:

"It seems this young brother Zhang is actually a follower of the Western Sect? I misjudged him back then."

Jiang Shutong pursed his lips:

"He's just an ordinary believer, what's there to be surprised about? Again."

Before he could finish speaking, Kong Dongyan glared at him fiercely, and Jiang Shutong instinctively shrank back, swallowing his words.

This is someone else's territory.

The three approached.

"Brother Kong?" Zhang Fusheng, supporting Uncle Yu and Aunt Li, was also clearly somewhat surprised.

What's going on here?

The crisis had passed, and Kong Dongyan was much more relaxed. He smiled elegantly and said:

"I came to visit Manager Chai, begging for a way to live. I never expected that Brother Zhang is a follower of the Western Sect. If I had known this, I should have traveled with Brother Zhang in the first place."

"With Brother Zhang's introduction, visiting Steward Chai will be much easier."

He spoke eloquently, showing no disdain for this young man Zhang despite his seemingly ordinary demeanor.

On the contrary, Jiang Shutong, standing to the side, curled his lip, as if he had lost his mind:

"What kind of recommendations can a believer make, in your opinion?"

Before he could finish his thoughtless remark...

"Zhang Fusheng, Mr. Zhang."

A familiar and loud voice came from behind them, and Kong Dongyan and Jiang Shutong turned around instinctively.

Surprisingly, Steward Chai himself came out to greet them.

It wasn't just Old Ghost Chai who came out to greet them, but also a woman with an even more imposing aura, a red cinnabar dot on her forehead.

"Greetings, Your High Envoy!!"

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua quickly bowed, showing utmost respect.

The Western Sect's High Envoy is also a contemporary master who possesses True Spiritual Realm.

Zhang Fusheng's heart jumped into his throat.