M-Mingyue Ancestor?

"Young Master Zhang."

"You previously said that you used that Nine-Ringed Zen Staff to anchor the Danxia Divine Mountain —is that the same Longevity Mountain mentioned in the Divine Oracle, the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple?"

The gentle voice reached his ears, and Zhang Fusheng remained silent for a moment.

"Yes."

He nodded in agreement.

This cannot be hidden; this mysterious being could easily request entry into their divine realm with just a wisp of thought.

The Eight Sceneries Palace is better off; it's not only shrouded in the rosy clouds created by the Six Ding Divine Fire, but it's also situated above the divine realm and beyond the realm of thought.

You can Five Villages Temple on Longevity Mountain.

It can't be hidden.

Miss Mingyue picked up the Calming Tea, took a sip, and then another.

She gently set down the teacup, causing ripples to spread across the surface.

Zhang Fusheng keenly noticed this; when the Miss Mingyue placed the cup down, the liquid surface had never rippled even slightly.

Her heart was stirred.

Perhaps, it's a monstrous wave?

Why?

Amidst a thousand thoughts swirling within her, the Miss Mingyue spoke gently:

"Young Master Zhang, do you know why the God of Plague sent down Divine Oracle to hunt you down?"

Zhang Fusheng paused for a moment:

"I don't know."

The Miss Mingyue smiled gently:

"Since it can be treated so badly by the God of Plague, the status of Longevity Mountain and the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple must be extremely high."

She paused, then continued:

"Young Master Zhang may not know this, but there are many terrifying places in Different Dimension, none of which are inhabited by gods."

"The simplest way to gain control is to find people who are anchored there."

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, his thoughts racing, but he ultimately decided to reveal something.

He said:

"Miss Mingyue may not know this, but it seems that my Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple already has an owner."

The Miss Mingyue was about to speak eloquently, suddenly fell silent.

"Yeah?"

She was still smiling, but her voice seemed to have turned three, four, five, or six degrees colder.

Zhang Fusheng briefly recounted the incident of the words appearing in the Daoist scriptures, and then said:

"I even suspect that the deity who claims to be the Ancestor of Land Immortals is fighting with the God of Plague?"

The Miss Mingyue, fell into a long silence.

She breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, you didn't build Blood Shrine or altar for that False God, otherwise you would have been in big trouble. You would most likely have been used as a vessel to become an incarnation of that False God."

Zhang Fusheng's eyelids twitched:

"May I ask, Miss Mingyue, what exactly is the relationship between this divine realm and Different Dimension?"

Miss Mingyue thought for a moment and said simply:

"It's very complicated, and it can't be explained in just a few words. Your cultivation is still shallow right now. When you reach the fifth realm of humanity, that is, the [Innate Great Realm], you will understand."

The Innate Great Realm a realm above the Great Grandmaster. Within a sect, there are [Divine Envoy] who are said to be able to communicate directly with the gods.

The Miss Mingyue turned her head and gazed at the boy, a complex expression appearing in her eyes:

"I'd really like to see what that Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple like."

"Unfortunately, Young Master Zhang, your divine realm may not be able to withstand the descent of my will."

She sighed softly:

"How about you tell me about the scenery inside the Five Villages Temple, Young Master Zhang?"

Zhang Fusheng remained calm and composed, recounting the story bit by bit.

From the shrine where the Tablet of Heaven and Earth, to the eighty-one rooms, and then to the sacred tree in the backyard that had been struck by lightning.

The Miss Mingyue, listened quietly, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhang Fusheng continued his story quietly, his voice slow and soft, but his heart was in turmoil.

He could tell that this Miss Mingyue, seemed to care a lot about Five Villages Temple, even...

It seems they already knew about the existence of Five Villages Temple.

Considering the other person's simple and unadorned clothing, their words, and the way they peered through the Gate of the Past,

Hearing the other party say, "To steal souls and exploit offerings, this is the work of Outer Dao,"

To be honest, Zhang Fusheng's words made him seem somewhat out of place in this world—like an anomaly.

Another point is that, from a higher-dimensional perspective, this Miss Mingyue appears flat.

It's like a sheet of paper with no thickness.

Miss Mingyue

His heart fluttered.

It can't be the Mingyue of some Qingfeng Laozu or Mingyue True Lord, right?

Once this thought took hold, it was like a floodgate opening—completely unstoppable!

Zhang Fusheng tried his best to control his body, closing his pores to prevent sweat from leaking out.

Unaware of anything amiss, the Miss Mingyue remained lost in thought.

"Is this the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple?"

She changed the subject:

"Tomorrow, after the God of Plague descends, he may launch a large-scale sweep, or he may even descend earlier than expected."

"You will leave this afternoon."

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback, then felt a slight sense of relief.

"Afternoon? I understand, thank you, Miss Mingyue."

"No need."

A touch of vermilion between her brows, and a woman of ancient elegance, as if stepping out of a painting, sighed softly.

"I only hope that Young Master Zhang can obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron."

"I will also send Black Eyes to Chongyang City. His identity within the Western Sect is kept secret, and he is well-connected and has many friends throughout the Golden Province."

"He also has quite a few connections in Chongyang City."

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless and gave a salute:

"As you see fit."

The Miss Mingyue got up and escorted him to the door of the hall, where the door slowly closed.

This time, Zhang Fusheng deliberately slowed down, taking two or three minutes to cover the forty-meter distance.

He glanced back at the main hall.

"Speaking of Chen Nuanyu, what about her?"

"Where did this girl run off to?"

Underground river.

Chen Nuanyu followed the rushing river downstream, looking at the dense network of interconnected caves, and fell into silence.

The red-haired girl was getting a little frantic; she was lost.

How am I supposed to get out of here?!

She dragged her weary body, trying to find the way she had come from, but she couldn't find it at all.

However, if we say that we are breaking through the rock layers above one by one...

Damn it, who knows what's wrong with this rock layer? It's covered with a layer of blood-red threads, and it's impossible to break through, absolutely impossible!

At the peak of the eighth level of cultivation, with a strength of 20,000 jin, even after losing his Unquenchable Heart, he still possessed the jade-like skin and divine light in his eyes that he had simultaneously gained.

They couldn't even budge those sticky, blood-red threads!

"It's over!"

"It's over!"

Chen Nuanyu frantically scratched her head.

"Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, what are your plans for the future?"

Inside the small house, Zhang Fusheng asked in a soft voice.

Just now, he ran to the Gate of the Past again and lay down, looking and looking.

Unfortunately, this time, in the three to five minutes after he left, the Miss Mingyue, who appeared as thin as a sheet of paper from the high-dimensional perspective, did not utter a single word.

He just sighed once, then sighed again.

Those two sighs sent shivers down Zhang Fusheng's spine. He began to doubt whether this "Miss Mingyue" was truly the "Mingyue of the Qingfeng Mingyue."

Zhen Yuanzi's status is beyond question. Within the Five Villages Temple, it's perfectly reasonable for him to call upon Qingfeng Mingyue. But what if he leaves the Five Villages Temple and enters the Mortal World?

Even if it really is the Old Ancestor Qingfeng or the True Lord Mingyue!

But all the immortals All Gods are nowhere to be seen; what virtue or ability does this mere Qingfeng Mingyue possess to remain in the mortal world?

Zhang Fusheng was lost in thought.

Yu Chengzong gave a bitter smile at this moment:

"What else can we do? Just stay in the Western Sect, but we don't know what else to do."

He fell silent immediately.

Li Qiuhua, who was standing to the side, sighed softly and spoke on his behalf:

"I just don't know if the Investigation Bureau will still recognize us."

Her expression darkened, and she muttered to herself:

"I don't understand why the Investigation Bureau has become like this."

Zhang Fusheng considered it for a moment.

I didn't tell Uncle Yu or Aunt Li that they already knew I was an undercover agent. It was already very kind of Miss Mingyue to give me face and not eliminate the undercover agent.

If he were to tell them the truth, he wouldn't be able to guarantee the lives of his two elders.

After thinking about it,

Zhang Fusheng began:

"Uncle Yu, what do you think the Investigation Bureau should be like?"

Yu Chengzong glanced at his severed arm and said in a low voice:

"Investigating, suppressing, and cracking down on cults, and protecting the people, is permissible."

He pointed out the window, to the dimly lit, blood-red city, and suddenly became indignant, his voice low and menacing:

"Even cults, even cults are confined to the Lower-Level District!"

"But what about them? They destroyed a city, an entire city!!"

Zhang Fusheng stared silently at the blood-red scene outside the window, a lump in his throat.

For a long time.

He suddenly spoke:

"Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, have you ever thought about becoming high-ranking officials in the Investigation Bureau?"

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua were taken aback. The latter reached out and touched the boy's forehead, muttering:

"He doesn't have a fever."

She immediately said helplessly:

"Even setting aside their merits, the top brass of the Investigation Bureau, just in terms of cultivation level, requires Great Grandmaster to be a mere garrison commander in a higher-level city."

"And in the Provincial Government, within the Golden City, all four deputy directors are at the [Innate Great Realm], while the director is even at the sixth realm, the [Celestial Person]."

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly:

"Eat your food one bite at a time, walk your path one step at a time. If it doesn't work today, what about tomorrow? If it doesn't work tomorrow, what about the day after?"

He said softly:

"You have to dare to think first."

Yu Chengzong shook his head with a wry smile:

"Fusheng, do you think everyone has talent like yours? With your talent, you're probably destined for a great sect or even a primordial master, and you might even be able to glimpse the Celestial Person realm."

He seemed somewhat lost in thought:

"If I had known of your talent before the Jiangzhou incident, I would have made sure to get you into the Investigation Bureau no matter what. But now?"

Yu Chengzong spat fiercely on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Normally speaking, Martial Arts Master would probably be the end goal for Uncle Yu and Aunt Li.

But that's the normal way to put it.

With my intervention, the impossible becomes possible.

He picked up the Calming Tea that Miss Mingyue had given him, put a tea leaf in his mouth and chewed it to clear away the rising anger.

Zhang Fusheng felt that he was a selfish person.

But when he saw people exploding into balls of flesh, when he saw an entire city lose its light, his heart still ached.

"I have Contract Book; I should never go it alone."

"The Gaotian Association is one link, but what Gaotian Association outside of it?"

Zhang Fusheng's thinking became clear: the problem wasn't just the cult, but also the Federation.

What if Aunt Li and Uncle Yu really become high-ranking officials in the Investigation Bureau?

Indeed, even if one's cultivation level is high enough, it is difficult to reach the top in one step; one needs to accumulate merit.

Time, lifespan, cultivation level, talent.

These can all be traded.

Power, naturally, can also be traded quietly.

He needs some 'subordinates'.

I will leave Jiangzhou today.

Zhang Fusheng said in a low voice:

"Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, remember to keep this a secret from my parents. You can reveal a little bit, but don't make them worry. And don't let them think I've become a monster."

The two elders nodded solemnly.

"Keep in touch," Zhang Fusheng concluded.

In the afternoon.

"It's time to leave soon," the Miss Mingyue said softly. "The Flesh and Blood Mycelial Blanket is becoming increasingly active; the Becoming a God today, if not tomorrow."

She led Zhang Fusheng through the empty, blood-stained dark alley.

In the past, whenever he passed by here, there would always be pretty young ladies trying to flirt with this frail young man.

Zhang Fusheng felt somewhat dazed, as if he had returned to the past, when charming women were soliciting customers on the street.

A young woman with a ponytail came up to me and teased me, saying she didn't need any money and even gave me a small red envelope.

Keep moving forward.

I passed by the clinic that had been turned into a huge, blood-red crater, then by the house covered in blood and flesh, and then walked through this empty city.

The city, once bustling with millions of inhabitants, is now utterly silent.

There may still be some living people trapped in high-rise buildings, but without a doubt, when Divine Descent, they will all become nourishment for the gods.

"Let's go, let's go."

The Miss Mingyue, led the boy by the hand, and they walked to the edge of the city.

She turned to Zhang Fusheng and instructed him:

"You go first. Black Eyes will head to Chongyang City after the Divine Descent."

"I've read Yuan Feidao's information. Remember, you have two senior uncles: your eldest senior uncle, Chen Qiusheng Great Grandmaster, and your second senior uncle, Chen Daoling, is also Great Grandmaster."

"Chen Daoling is alright, but Chen Qiusheng's disciples are all extraordinary. The oldest is over forty years old and is a top-notch Martial Arts Master."

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently.

"Has the Western Sect also infiltrated the disciples of my two senior uncles?"

"Inevitable."

The Miss Mingyue stretched out her finger and gently traced a line.

The veil of flesh and blood that Zhang Fusheng could not break was suddenly ripped apart, and the sparse sunlight shone in, illuminating the dark red city.

Ten spaceships hovered in the sky, their shadows casting an indescribable sense of oppression over a portion of the land.

Theoretically, a spaceship is capable of killing Great Grandmaster —if it hits.

Zhang Fusheng only had time to glance at it.

The ten enormous spaceships, whose main guns could blast mountains apart with a single blow, suddenly twisted and exploded into ten giant fireworks!

Zhang Fusheng noticed that Miss Mingyue didn't even move a finger.

"Let's go," Miss Mingyue said softly.

Whether it was my imagination or not, this woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, knowing that she had chosen Five Villages Temple,

Attitude towards oneself

She seems to have become gentler.

The Mingyue gazed at the young man and whispered:

How about I give you some encouragement?

"Didn't you say that when you occasionally opened the Daoist scripture in the Five Villages Temple, you couldn't understand the words on it at all?"

"If you can obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, I will teach you how to understand it."

"By the way, that Daoist scripture should be called the [Earth Scroll]."

Zhang Fusheng smiled silently, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

He said:

"The Book of Land Immortals?"

Mingyue's expression stiffened, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face:

"A terrestrial immortal. Heh."

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those False God know nothing and understand nothing."

"Let's go, let's go."

Countless fragments of the spaceship fell from the sky like fiery meteors. Zhang Fusheng stepped out from behind the blood-red curtain.

Looking back, the blood-red curtain had already healed.

"Is it out already?"

He was still somewhat dazed, and murmured a sigh before his face stiffened.

Here's the problem.

Although I'm not bad with directions, I really don't know the roads outside of Jiangzhou.

He did not have any electronic devices on him.

"No, which way should I go?"

"Where is Longzhou City again??"

How do I get to Chongyang City?