Old Acquaintance in the Camp

Outside the north city wall, in an underground palace.

"The curse has been cast. Zhang Fusheng should be unable to move his hands and feet. Look for any place where resentment is rising into the sky; that's where he is."

The old woman spoke lightly, and the high priest who had performed the Curse Killing Technique was about to put away all the items on the small altar.

The old woman also reached out her hand, intending to put away the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book.

She suddenly stopped moving.

A sudden, intense mental alert.

Every single cell in my body seemed to scream!

A sense of crisis and suffocation surged up like a tidal wave.

The old woman felt a chill run down her spine, and she retreated, retreated again, until she was completely out of the hall!

She looked up, her gaze filled with horror as she looked into the hall.

The spellcaster stood frozen in place, his face filled with terror. He seemed to want to struggle and move, but no matter what he did, he couldn't move an inch!

The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book, which could not be opened, activated, or used only by borrowing power, was inexplicably twisting violently at this moment.

The blood-stained straw figure embedded in the center of the book seems to have its eyes open, as if it is screaming?

No.

It's a plea for mercy.

The next instant.

Under the old woman's horrified gaze.

From nothingness arises light.

A black torrent!

A black torrent, resembling Curse Killing Method, expanded a thousandfold!

A torrent of water came from an unknown source, rushing down upon the High Envoy had cast the great incantation. In that instant, the entire underground palace was submerged by the black torrent!

One breath.

Two breaths.

The old woman's heart pounded violently, her eyes fixed on the black torrent, and then blood began to flow from her.

Dark black blood.

She trembled slightly as she watched the entire underground palace evaporate in the torrent.

Seeing the two high-ranking members and over a hundred followers still inside the hall, their limbs vanish, turning into human stumps that fell to the ground,

I saw a terrifying, tangible resentment emanating from them!!

The resentment shattered the earth, soaring into the sky and instantly blotting out the sun, enveloping the entire Twin City Small World!

"Oh my god."

When everything is calm.

The old woman looked at the hall.

The hall has vanished, and the people inside have vanished as well.

Only the Grandmaster who had used the techniques of 'abolishing limbs' and 'soaring resentment' remained, lying quietly on the ground, his limbs gone, resembling a human stick, and devoid of any breath.

Only a solidified, black and red aura of resentment rose from his body and reached straight into the sky.

As for that Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?

It fell silently to the ground.

On the Supreme Treasure, the bloodstains on the straw figure seemed to have increased even more.

The old woman raised her head.

"Oh my god."

Her gaze pierced through the cracks in the earth and reached the sky.

The sky was pitch black, filled with resentment.

"What... what on earth happened??"

The convoy came to a stop, and everyone looked up at the sky.

Zhang Boyang, who had been sleeping in the back of the truck, had woken up at some point and was now looking up at the sky with everyone else.

The rising sun, which had just broken through the dawn, had vanished; the faint light of day had dissipated, replaced by a deep darkness.

Even an ordinary person could sense the 'great resentment' emanating from the darkness simply by looking at it.

It's like the immense resentment that rises up after billions of lives have been tortured and died a miserable death!

Resentment filled the heavens and earth.

Then everything was plunged into darkness.

"What exactly happened?" Wei Qingshan murmured, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Zhang Fusheng, who was standing to the side, also swallowed.

He never expected this scene to unfold.

"The Curse Killing Technique directed towards the Heavenly Venerable."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, "The one who retaliates isn't myself."

It is a positional case.

It is a supreme being seated atop the futon, an ineffable status, the [Name of Taiqing] invoked by the nine Holy Grail.

That was an ordinary, unremarkable Curse Killing Technique.

It then transformed into the immense resentment that had obscured the entire sky and shrouded this small world!

If the one who cursed and killed you was a primordial being, or even a Celestial Person.

Zhang Fusheng thought, "That's still a sure thing."

The Myriad Gods Cult is skilled in the Curse Killing Technique.

He muttered to himself:

"The Twin Cities were already sealed off by the Myriad Gods Cult, and now, with resentment shrouding the world, they are completely isolated from the outside world. This place is also one of the gathering places of the Myriad Gods Cult."

Zhang Fusheng had an idea.

This matter must not be leaked.

The goal is to exterminate all Myriad Gods Cult in the Twin Cities.

That way, they can continue to stage accidents for extortion.

"Speaking of which, does the Ancestor of Land Immortals possess any Curse Killing Technique?"

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts wandered aimlessly.

Beside.

Wu Shangpin struggled to lift his gaze from the dark sky, his entire body now covered in cold sweat.

"Let's continue to the camp and ask around to see if anyone knows what happened!"

A moment later.

The convoy continued on its way.

Afternoon.

It wasn't really possible to tell if it was afternoon or not; the world was shrouded in a deep, dark black, like the darkest night with dense, overcast skies.

We've arrived at the campsite.

Only in the camp was there a flicker of light.

"Brother Boyang."

Wei Qingshan helped Brother Boyang, who was just an ordinary person, and jumped down from the high truck bed.

Zhang Fusheng thanked him and surveyed the so-called smuggling camp.

The site is larger than expected, with some wooden houses and small buildings, but most are tents.

In terms of size, it's similar to a smaller mountain village.

Be careful, the world can change suddenly.

Wu Shangpin, who was standing nearby, offered a reminder:

"In this situation, people are filled with fear, and the wicked become even more wicked. The Old Boatman and his men are probably in this camp right now."

The siblings' expressions changed.

Standing to the side, Zhang Fusheng asked thoughtfully:

"Who is the Old Boatman?"

"An enemy," Wei Lingzhu explained in a low voice, her expression grave. "A very powerful individual who has close ties with the Myriad Gods Cult and is involved with both the East Cult and Western Sect."

After pausing for a moment, she added:

"These sects are what the Federation calls cults. That Old Boatman is a Martial Arts Master with many followers!"

Wu Shangpin nodded and said:

"Once we're in camp, stay close to us and stay with us. I'm going to see my boss first."

The group marched into the camp in a grand procession, drawing gazes filled with pure malice.

On the way, Wei Lingzhu explained to Zhang Fusheng:

"Uncle Wu's eldest brother was also a Martial Arts Master. His real name is unknown; everyone just calls him the Old Fisherman."

Zhang Fusheng blinked. An Old Boatman, an Old Fisherman?

He heard Wei Lingzhu continue:

"Although the Old Boatman has close ties with the Myriad Gods Cult, the Old Fisherman also has a very impressive background. He comes from a superior city called [Chongyang]."

Zhang Fusheng blinked:

"Double Ninth Festival?"

Wei Qingshan nodded in agreement.

"Yes, there's a rumor that many years ago, the Old Fisherman studied martial arts at Chongyang Temple and apprenticed under an extremely powerful master, but unfortunately..."

Zhang Fusheng, curious, pressed further:

"What's a pity?"

"Unfortunately, the Old Fisherman's sect was very strange. His grandmaster practiced some kind of 'poisonous insect breeding method'."

As he spoke, Wei Qingshan shrugged:

"The Old Fisherman said the fight was incredibly fierce. He had over a hundred senior and junior masters, and they all fought amongst themselves until only his master and two other senior and junior masters remained, a total of three people."

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat bewildered.

Um?

Why does that sound so familiar?

Wei Qingshan was still rambling on:

"Rumor has it that the Old Fisherman later resigned from his post with his master."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Brother Boyang, let me tell you a secret. The Old Fisherman once said after drinking that his master from back then is now an incredibly important figure!"

"Forget about the Investigation Bureau, you probably don't know what the Investigation Bureau is. Anyway, his master is now one of the most powerful figures in Chongyang City!"

Zhang Fusheng lost his speech.

Second Uncle?

In a sense, this Old Fisherman was also his fellow disciple.

As they spoke, the group walked to a small building in the camp.

"The Old Fisherman lives inside."

Wei Lingzhu nodded and pulled Zhang Fusheng toward the tent area outside the small building.

"This is our territory. The small buildings and tent area to the north belong to the Old Boatman, and the people to the east are newcomers, but they're quite formidable."

"Rumor has it that it has a great connection with the Western Sect!"

Zhang Fusheng subconsciously looked eastward, and three more question marks appeared on his forehead.

I actually saw someone I barely knew.

He was a follower of the Western Sect whom I had met during my last days in Jiangzhou City —he had even brought me food.

He's here, there.

Uncle Yu and Aunt Li also...?

Zhang Fusheng's eyes lit up slightly, but he did not rashly scan the camp with his divine sense, because in the center of the camp stood a Grandmaster.

Covered in tattoos.

He was clearly a grandmaster of the Myriad Gods Cult.

The Curse Killing Method backfired a thousandfold, transforming into a black torrent that surged up the resentment that had enveloped the entire Twin City Small World.

But the old woman was not the one who performed the spell, so she may not have died.

They will remain hidden for several more days.

In just a few days, he could buy enough time to cultivate and ignite the Qi and Blood Furnace Fire and even the Spiritual Furnace Fire!

A group of people from a convoy brought over a pot of roasted lamb and some beer, which the Wei Siblings devoured in front of their tent.

He didn't forget to invite Zhang Fusheng to join them.

He didn't refuse, eating the still-steaming hot roasted lamb and drinking large gulps of beer.

To be honest, it was quite enjoyable.

Having been away from the 'masses' for so long, returning to ordinary life suddenly brings a sense of comfort.

"Brother Boyang, what are your plans next? Are you going back to the city?"

While eating large mouthfuls of mutton, Wei Qingshan asked curiously.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said with a smile:

"I'm an 'explorer' by nature, so I'd like to explore the edge of this bubble properly. I'll probably stay at the campsite for a short while."

As he spoke, he gazed further south from the camp, where a completely still river flowed—an impassable river.

Just like the Heaven and Earth of Jiangzhou.

The Wei Siblings exchanged a glance, Wei Lingzhu softly warned them:

"Brother Boyang, you can't wander around. Almost everyone here is a martial artist, and you're just an ordinary person."

Zhang Fusheng simply nodded:

"I know, I'll go with you."

The siblings were then relieved.

The two were not very old, but they were both quite talented and had good character—at least they knew how to repay kindness.

In this distorted world filled with Malevolent Energy, this is already a rare find.

Of course, it's also possible that two of them had too low a cultivation level, resulting in a very weak sense of Malevolent Energy.

Zhang Fusheng was also curious as to why Wei Lingzhu possessed a certain approachability.

And

It seems only I feel a sense of familiarity?

We ate and drank our fill.

There was a slight commotion in the camp area; many people sitting on the ground in the tent area stood up.

Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan also stood up, making sure to help Zhang Fusheng up as well.

He looked and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the small building. He was wearing a cloak and had a wolf's head on his shoulder, looking dignified.

In this southern military district, many people bow and pay respects to middle-aged people.

"That's the Old Fisherman."

Wei Lingzhu wiped her mouth, lowered her head, and whispered:

"He sheltered and saved many people. I heard that he resigned because he couldn't bear to see his sect killing each other."

"Little Lingzhu, are you talking about me with someone again?"

A hearty laugh rang out, and a middle-aged man wearing a wolf-head cloak had appeared before them.

"I don't!"

Wei Lingzhu blushed:

"Old, Old Fisherman."

"Why are you all covered in dust and dirt, you little rascal?"

The middle-aged man, referred to as the 'Old Fisherman,' smiled and patted her on the shoulder, then his gaze fell on Zhang Fusheng:

"This person looks quite unfamiliar."

"He is Brother Boyang, Zhang Boyang!" Wei Qingshan, who was standing to the side, gave a brief introduction.

"Oh?"

The Old Fisherman nodded slightly, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said kindly:

"Since Xiaolingzhu and Qingshan have been kind to us and have come to the campsite, we're all family. Let's have a good drink around the campfire tonight!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled shyly and agreed. Just as the Old Fisherman was about to say something, a commotion arose in the distance.

Everyone turned to look.

The middle-aged man, nicknamed "Old Dog Boatman" and wearing a wolf-head cloak, snorted coldly, then laughed with amusement:

"This is going to be interesting."

There seems to be some kind of conflict on the north side of the camp.

Zhang Fusheng looked over and saw an old man in tattered clothes confronting a man and a woman.

"That's the Old Boatman," Wei Lingzhu said softly.

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently, but his gaze remained fixed on the man and woman.

Yu Chengzong and Li Chenghua.

They did indeed come here with the West Cultist.

"That's interesting."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, not only Uncle Yu Aunt Li, but with just a glance, he also saw refined men and women, and a bald monk.

Cult members from various religious sects gathered here.

There's a problem.