The Impending Visit, the Cultists' Scheme

Afternoon.

Public Security Bureau.

The original headquarters building has been bombed into a deep crater, and the headquarters has temporarily occupied a commercial building as its new office location.

Temporary high-prison zone.

Lu Mingzhu curled up in the corner, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but she still dared not sleep, remaining alert to any movement.

She was somewhat confused; what had she done?

What crime did they commit?

The Public Security Bureau of a higher-level city actually issued a transfer order!

It seems that it was personally signed by that Director-General.

She swallowed hard. A higher-level city, indeed.

For Lu Mingzhu, who had lived her entire life in a small city, it was an unattainable dream, something she could only fantasize about. She had often fantasized about moving to a larger city in the future.

Now that I've come in person, this is the situation I'm in.

"So, you could say it's half a dream come true?"

She tried to find a bittersweet thought, but then she noticed some prisoners in other cells staring at her, and a chill ran down her spine.

Each prisoner exuded a terrifying aura; even the weakest one seemed to be a Grand Martial Artist at the Twelve Refinements!

Twelve Refinements.

In a lower-level city, this would already be considered the kind of person who could make half the city tremble with a stomp of their foot.

The former big boss who controlled the Ping'an Hotel was only Twelve Refinements martial artist!

But what about now? What about here?

He was, besides himself, the weakest prisoner in the hardest-hit area.

Several Martial Arts Master have been shut down!

Feeling the terrifying gazes sweeping over her, Lu Mingzhu's heart trembled.

Thankfully, this is a single cell.

Otherwise

'Squeak~'

The iron gate at the end of the corridor opened, and the newly detained prisoners in this temporary heavy punishment area all raised their heads and looked at the cold, menacing figures.

Then they all obediently looked away.

It's her.

A prisoner murmured in a low voice:

"The new Director-General's favorite!"

Lu Mingzhu also looked over curiously, wanting to see who this terrifying person was that these terrifying guys were so wary of.

She saw a little girl who was much younger than herself.

He appeared to be in his early twenties, with a very weak aura, and seemed to be at a similar cultivation level to himself, around the second or third stage of cultivation.

Yet, in the heavy punishment zone filled with great martial artists and Martial Arts Master, he walked steadily and without looking to the side.

It seemed that even glancing at these powerful figures was too much of a hassle.

Lu Mingzhu sighed softly with envy.

The footsteps suddenly stopped nearby.

"Lu Mingzhu?"

A crisp, clear female voice rang out.

Lu Mingzhu was startled and quickly looked up, only to see the mysterious and important figure standing in front of her cell.

"Yes, yes, that's me!"

She dared not delay and quickly nodded in response.

"Um."

Lin Changle nodded, casually opened the cell door, stepped forward, and personally unlocked the specially made shackles for the tense Lu Mingzhu.

"Come with me."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, and the beautiful woman with six fingers stumbled after her.

Having just left the high-prison area,

They bumped right into the director of the Longzhou City Administration, who was still waiting.

"Oh! Miss Lin!"

The director of the Dragon Boat Bureau hurriedly stood up, bowing and scraping, having already ascertained Miss Lin's identity.

That person's only assistant!

He strode forward, his face contorted with smirk.

"Miss Lin, are you escorting Lu Mingzhu to another location? I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Lin Changle frowned, looking at the Dragon Boat Bureau Chief who was almost upon him:

"Step back."

The Dragon Boat Bureau Director's expression remained unchanged, his smile still bright, but he took a few meters back, still bowing and scraping.

Looking at his fawning expression, Lu Mingzhu felt somewhat dazed.

This director-general, in Longzhou City, would at least be the second most powerful official in terms of official rank.

Her lips twitched.

"Come with me," Lin Changle simply turned around and nodded.

She led Lu Mingzhu out of the Public Security Bureau and onto a luxurious airship. The airship slowly rose into the air, its engine humming, and it sailed above Chongyang City.

Through the window,

Lu Mingzhu gazed at the city, now that the riots had ended and repairs were beginning, and only now could one see a glimmer of prosperity in this superior city.

It far surpasses anything that dragon boats or Jiangzhou can offer.

"Where are we going?" Lu Mingzhu couldn't help but ask.

Lin Changle only glanced at her:

"The chief wants to see you."

Lu Mingzhu tensed up immediately, a slight tingling sensation at the back of her head. The director of Chongyang?

That... that must be a legendary grandmaster, right?

In a daze, the hovercar arrived at Zone 1 and slowly landed in front of a villa.

"Now, wait."

Lin Changle glanced at his watch and said calmly:

"The director is having lunch with his family, waiting for the adults to finish their work."

Lu Mingzhu nodded cautiously.

Time ticked by, and her anxiety grew. She kept wondering what she had done to deserve the attention of a higher-level city official.

Lost in thought and reverie.

The car door suddenly opened.

Lu Mingzhu glanced sideways instinctively, then her eyes widened in surprise.

A familiar young boy, not much older than himself, is somewhere there.

"The old boss??"

Standing outside the car door was none other than the boss. He looked exactly the same, still young, but he had lost some of his frail demeanor and gained an air of unfathomable authority.

"Old..." Lu Mingzhu began instinctively, but before she could finish her sentence...

"Chief."

She saw the important figure beside her lower his head and speak softly:

"Lu Mingzhu brought it. The first phase of the city's reconstruction is underway and progressing rapidly. It is expected that all reconstruction work, except for the original police station building, will be completed within a month."

Lu Mingzhu stood there, stunned.

Director?

Those two simple, seemingly insignificant words were like a bombshell dropped into her mind.

It was like a giant iron hammer, wildly hammering and chiseling in my brain, causing all sorts of thoughts and ideas to become a chaotic mess.

Boss.

Director Chongyang.

She simply couldn't connect the two words; she was in a state of utter astonishment, followed by ecstasy!

"Boss!" The beautiful woman with six fingers lowered her head tremblingly.

"They've arrived?"

Zhang Fusheng casually replied:

"Xiao Lin, go and gather a batch of strengthening and body-tempering potions. Also, have the Chu family bring a large pot of high-grade medicinal soup. Give it all to her."

After a moment, he looked at the beautiful woman whose eyes were filled with fear and disbelief, and sighed softly:

"How are those people who went to Longzhou City?"

Lu Mingzhu quickly lowered her head:

"Everything is fine. When we first arrived in Longzhou City, Mr. Du from the Green Gang and the governor came to inquire about our situation in person."

"Only."

She said cautiously:

"Zhu Xiaoming has been taken away by a mysterious person."

"Yes, I know that."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, already having plans for where he was going.

Qi and Blood and blood, spirit, and heaven and earth—these three furnaces require traversing three lower-level cities. Du Mingsheng's condition in Chongshan is currently fine, so Zhang Fusheng plans to go there last.

Even if I were to fully unleash my power and reveal all my trump cards, I would only be roughly equivalent to a Grandmaster of Spirit.

No matter what, we should at least be able to contend with the Great Sect of Heaven and Earth before going to Chongshan City.

Let's take a dragon boat trip first.

Once his thoughts returned, Zhang Fusheng looked at the beautiful woman again:

"Once your cultivation level catches up, go and establish yourself in the Lower-Level District here. I will have the people from the headquarters secretly help you ascend to your position as soon as possible."

"Me?" Lu Mingzhu was taken aback, and Lin Changle beside her was also puzzled. In terms of power and influence, the Master was among the top five figures in the entire city, so why would he need to pay attention to the Lower-Level District?

Zhang Fusheng didn't explain further; the underground world of the Lower-Level District was indeed not worth mentioning under normal circumstances.

But what if those various religious sects infiltrate on a large scale?

Their first contact area was the Lower-Level District.

Zhang Fusheng needs to have absolute control over these matters.

After much deliberation, he instructed Lin Changle:

"Also, send a letter of inquiry to Longzhou City. I will personally visit Longzhou in three days and prepare the spaceship."

"Yes, Director." Lin Changle replied softly, head bowed.

"We've received word that the Director-General of the Chongyang Public Security Bureau will be traveling to a lower-level city in three days."

In a secluded spot, a group of believers gathered.

Someone tapped the table lightly and said in a deep voice:

"Without a doubt, this is an opportunity."

The High Envoy looked around and continued:

"The news that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron' is in Chongyang has been confirmed. All the sects are stirring, and a major conflict will erupt in Chongyang."

"If we can take down this Director General and completely control him, it will be of great benefit and advantage to our subsequent operations."

Each person High Envoy their position discussed the possibility of taking action.

Someone tapped the table lightly and spoke:

"The Public Security Bureau Chief is just a Grandmaster, but to be on the safe side, should we ask a Divine Envoy take action personally?"

"No."

One of the High Envoy retorted:

"The Divine Envoy and Divine Walker of each religion are keeping a close eye on each other, and any movement will be immediately detected by the other religions."

His eyes were bright and piercing.

"Our Myriad Gods Cult is naturally lagging behind the other three religions and factions, and our power in official circles is very weak. We must get this position Public Security Bureau Chief."

The envoys High Envoy silent, each quietly considering the feasibility.

Indeed, Chongyang's chief administrator is only a Grandmaster, his cultivation level is not high, but his status is extraordinary, especially in Chongyang City which is currently under martial law.

In a sense, the other party is one of the highest-ranking figures in Chongyang.

The Double Ninth Festival will undoubtedly become a battleground, attracting various sects and factions one after another.

"Ah Chen is right."

Sitting in the head seat, an elderly woman who looked to be in her seventies or eighties spoke in a low voice, and the other High Envoy all looked at her with awe.

The old woman wore a loose-fitting robe with drooping sleeves, and on her exposed skin was a strange and eerie tattoo.

She was also a high-ranking official, but her status seemed extraordinary. Now, the final verdict is:

"Once that Public Security Bureau Chief leaves Chongyang, we'll make our move. We need to be swift and decisive, and try not to make too much of a commotion."

After a moment, the old woman glanced around indifferently, and Da Zong, who met her gaze, lowered his head in disbelief.

She continued:

"They are all listed as cults by the Federation. The other three sects all have people holding important official positions, but our Myriad Gods Cult is unable to extend its reach into the Federation."

"The reason for this is because of this thing on our bodies."

The old woman pointed to the eerie patterns all over her body that she couldn't wash off or cover up, her voice solemn:

"We didn't care in the past, but now that we want to enter Chongyang, we have to fight and struggle, and we can't just directly use blood to refine that city."

"It's essential to capture this Public Security Bureau Chief, take him under control, turn him into a believer, and make him our spokesperson."

The other dozen or so High Envoy echoed this sentiment. In the Golden Province, almost half of the High Envoy of the Myriad Gods Cult were present.

The old woman stood up shakily, the eerie tattoos on her skin contorting slightly with her movements.

It appeared extremely sinister.

"Everyone, get ready. Make sure to capture him in some wilderness before he reaches the dragon boat."

"To ensure that no accidents occur"

The old woman sighed:

I'll go myself.

The envoys all High Envoy color and nodded in agreement. This person had personally come forward, even though he wasn't Innate Great Realm or Divine Envoy.

But to be honest, they're not that different.

"Yes."

Everyone responded in unison, and one by one the High Envoy stood up, the patterns on their bodies twisting and writhing, and deep shadows shrouding behind them.

The Chu Family Manor, the dungeon.

Jin Qiuyue was covered in iron chains, specially made chains piercing her body and running along every bone, locking her firmly in place.

Suddenly, a mist began to swirl before my eyes.

She struggled to lift her head and saw an indescribable, chaotic mist flowing out from the void.

In the mist, seemingly from a distant and secluded place, footsteps could be heard.

Solemn and solemn.

'Du, du, du'

The footsteps grew closer.