The True Reflection Reveals Me, and You're Unwilling Again

Waiting, waiting.

Time passed, the river flowed gently, but the ancient sage still did not answer.

Zhang Fusheng couldn't resist using his finger to write the words again on the muddy ground.

[Are you still there?]

For a long time.

The soil shifted slightly, and new writing emerged.

[Here I am]

I don't really want to answer this question.

[You should ask me to teach you my Divine Ability. By the way, what's your name?]

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then wrote down the words.

[Zhang Boyang]

He certainly couldn't reveal his real name; who knows if there are any strange methods that allow one to perform rituals using their real name?

This time.

Another long silence followed.

In the sky, the Rosy Clouds formed from the Six Ding Divine Fire flowed silently, and the Flawless Soul, frozen in place, prostrated themselves before the towering statue that reached the heavens and the earth.

The soil is moving.

[Your name isn't that]

This time, the handwriting was very deep, as if the ancient sage was experiencing emotional turmoil, perhaps even anger?

Who exactly are you? And who sent you?

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded, three question marks popped up on his forehead, and he wrote them down with his finger.

[You're the one who came to me. What do you mean, "Who sent me?"]

The ancient sage quickly asked another question.

[You swear, this is your real name?]

[Okay, no, it's just a name I made up.]

[Then why did you ask about Wei Lingzhu?]

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow as he looked at the newly appeared line of text; things were getting increasingly strange.

This ancient sage absolutely, positively knows Wei Lingzhu and knows his disciple.

But that's absurd!

One was an ancient saint trapped in the Nine Netherworlds, and those Nine Netherworlds were placed in an inconceivable location.

The other is Wei Lingzhu, whose cultivation level is low and who makes a living by smuggling people across borders.

These two people don't seem like they could be involved at all.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, and finally wrote it down.

[You know Wei Lingzhu, and I also know someone named Wei Lingzhu, but they are probably not the same person.]

[The one I know is a little girl who makes a living by smuggling. What about you?]

He waited quietly.

But this time, the ancient sage refused to answer at all.

Zhang Fusheng stood up and sighed softly.

No answer means an answer has already been given.

The one He knew was His eldest disciple.

"This is getting more and more unbelievable."

Zhang Fusheng murmured in a low voice, a look of confusion on his face, and sighed softly.

The convoy slowly arrived at the camp.

As the group of four walked back to the small building, many eyes were fixed on them.

Another small building.

"Old Seven and the others didn't come back, but these little guys did."

The Old Boatman clenched his fist, stood by the window, gazed at the Old Fisherman's small building in the distance, and then turned his gaze to the group of West Cultist who had also just returned.

"The Western Sect has intervened."

Someone nearby asked softly:

"Sir, are you still going to harm the fishermen?"

"Want."

The Old Boatman spoke coldly:

"We have to avenge Old Seven and the others, don't we?"

Everyone fell silent.

A long time.

The Old Boatman methodically arranged things as follows:

"First, notify the Divine Cult Grandmaster, saying that you will use the Treasure Mirror to investigate one by one, and request that Grand Master to accompany you."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways and asked again:

"Has the Exotic Earth already been given to that grandmaster?"

"Yes, it's been delivered." The Grandmaster nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

"That's good. Now that you've accepted the gifts, you'll naturally get things done."

The Old Boatman grinned:

"Get everything ready."

Far away, above the sky.

The golden ancient chariot sped through the darkness, radiating brilliant light like a moving, blazing sun, illuminating the dim earth as if it were daytime.

The old woman sat upright on the chariot, holding the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book in her hands, listening quietly to Wang Changhuan's report.

"Nine Netherworlds, the Underworld"

She spoke coldly:

"This message has already been reported and passed on, but you're probably hiding something, aren't you?"

Wang Changhuan's expression froze; he hadn't mentioned anything about the Book of Life and Death.

This is a secret of the Cui family, and even the legendary Qinghe Cui Clan. Although many important figures may know about it, it is a secret that is only in public view.

But at the very least, he cannot reveal the matter of the Book of Life and Death to outsiders.

Thinking of this, Wang Changhuan nodded frankly:

"Indeed, some things were concealed, but those involved the High Gate Cui Family, and even the Qinghe Cui Clan."

The old woman squinted, staring at Wang Changhuan, and snorted coldly:

"Fine, I won't ask then."

"But, Changhuan..."

The coldness on her face melted away, and she sighed softly:

"Ever since you spent time with that noble lady from the Cui family, your pride has grown increasingly thin. Now that she has discarded you like trash, why are you still serving the Cui family so diligently?"

A bitter smile appeared on Wang Changhuan's face:

"There's nothing I can do. I've learned things I shouldn't have known. It's a miracle the Cui family didn't kill me."

"That means what you know isn't truly top secret."

The old woman interrupted, looking at Wang Changhuan with some pity:

"You are, after all, Great Grandmaster, who has already ignited your Spiritual Furnace Fire. Normally, even some of the younger generation of the Cui family would treat you with great respect. But look at yourself!"

"They treated me like a dog!"

Wang Changhuan's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only sigh.

He then said:

"Lord Hu, there are some things I cannot say, but I can tell you."

A resolute expression appeared on Wang Changhuan's face:

"Cui Qingyi is already at the moment of Dragon Leap, and may soar to the sky at any time, going to the real Cui family, and if she succeeds."

He closed his eyes and said calmly:

"Even if I have to be a dog following me around, I'm certain I'll break through to the Innate Realm in this lifetime."

The old woman's lips twitched, and she suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

How can someone be a dog and be so proud of it?

She laughed:

"Is that so? But I doubt it. With your spirit completely worn down, how can you expect to attain the Innate Realm? I'm afraid you'll struggle to even ignite the Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire!"

Wang Changhuan didn't answer, he just stiffened his neck.

During the conversation between the two major shareholders.

"Um?"

The old woman suddenly let out a soft "hmm," and a compass appeared in her hand. A trace of blood stained the center of the compass, and the needle was now swinging wildly.

After a while, the constantly spinning pointer finally stopped in the south.

"It has appeared."

The old woman and Wang Changhuan's expressions both froze at the same time.

This is a tracking compass, stained with a trace of Zhang Fusheng's blood. At this moment, the compass spins and freezes, representing...

Zhang Fusheng's presence was felt.

He's in the south.

"Where is that?" Wang Changhuan gazed south, his expression changing. "The question is in that direction!"

The old woman didn't take it seriously.

"You mean Cui Wendao? That arrogant little brat, relying on the Cui family's power, acts lawlessly. Hmph, I'd like to see what fate awaits him after the Cui family's ancestor passes away."

After a pause, the old woman's voice became serious:

"Summon all High Envoy immediately."

Tell them, the prey has appeared.

"Prepare for the hunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden ancient chariot roared through the sky with a sound almost like rolling thunder, heading towards the far south.

From a distance, it looked like Golden Great Sun that had been roaming the sky, suddenly falling towards the southern sky.

Within the twin cities, ten grandmasters ascended to the heavens step by step, each with furnace fire emanating from the back of their heads, their bodies glowing like blazing suns!

Ten raging suns followed the Golden Great Sun.

They all headed south.

Hunting, hunting!

Small building.

The Old Fisherman took one puff of his cigarette, then finally stubbed it out.

He put on the wolf-head cloak, stood up, and walked to the window.

"They've arrived."

The Old Fisherman spoke in a low voice.

Outside the building.

The Divine Cult Grandmaster, who never intervened in the disputes and never cared about the conflicts between the parties, had already quietly led the Old Boatman and others downstairs.

"Aren't you coming down?"

A faint voice echoed up, and the Old Fisherman took a deep breath, jumped down from the small building, his expression grim.

"Grown ups."

He is a top-tier Martial Arts Master five internal organs fully opened and all three having broken through the third shackle.

But in the end, he was just a Martial Arts Master.

Although only one step away from becoming a grandmaster,

But this step is a world of difference.

"The boatman said you were harboring Zhang Fusheng?" the Grandmaster's light, airy voice came from behind.

The Old Fisherman almost laughed out of anger.

Whom are they harboring?

Zhang Fusheng

He paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly:

"My lord, where would I get the ability to harbor such an important figure? And if I were to actually harbor him..."

He didn't say the rest.

If you really hid it, would you still dare to investigate?

The master slightly raised his eyelids:

"What, are you saying that I wouldn't dare to search because I'm afraid of Zhang Fusheng?"

A faint aura surged forth, enveloping the area, making it difficult for everyone to breathe, as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their chests.

The Old Fisherman cupped his hands in greeting:

"My lord, that's not what I meant."

"Then let the boatmen check, one by one."

The grandmaster calmly said:

"Everyone says you have connections with a big shot in Chongyang City. Isn't Zhang Fusheng also from Chongyang City?"

"What if he really is among you?"

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted the Old Fisherman on the shoulder.

The latter was struck dumb, his aura disrupted, and he instantly suffered internal injuries!

The Old Fisherman was shocked and furious, and immediately realized that this Divine Cult Grandmaster was determined to break the balance!

This is the challenge today.

I'm afraid we won't make it.

"Investigate," the Divine Cult Grandmaster said calmly, stepping back to observe the overall situation.

He knew, of course, that nothing would be found.

But it doesn't matter.

The boatman gave and promised so much!

In the past, given his relationship with the Old Fisherman and some of the sect's masters, he might have been able to abide by his word.

But now.

The Divine Cult Grandmaster raised his head and glanced at the dim sky.

In this chaotic world, who cares about anything else?

The Old Boatman stepped forward, took out the Treasure Mirror, and held it in his hands with a beaming smile:

"Fisherman, have your men examine the Treasure Mirror one by one?"

He shone the light on the fisherman with his other hand.

The Treasure Mirror reflected the latter's blurry appearance, which was gradually becoming clearer, but with each bit of clarity, the fisherman's face grew paler!

A replica of a Supreme Treasure, which also absorbs the Treasure Mirror of that Supreme Treasure, possesses equally wondrous abilities.

It can expose most disguises, reveal the true face, and even the real name!

However, those who are photographed, if it appears they have undergone torture, often suffer trauma.

This was originally the Old Boatman's plan.

Once everyone is injured, the balance is broken, and killing becomes much easier.

Soon, the Old Fisherman's appearance, even his real name— Huo Changhong —fully appeared in the Treasure Mirror.

The Old Fisherman was in a terrible state; he involuntarily coughed up blood, his breath rapidly fading, his lips trembling, and he seemed filled with despair.

This is a hurdle I really can't get past.

"Next."

The Treasure Mirror shone on the Old Fisherman's confidant, gradually and slowly revealing his true appearance and name. But just like him, he coughed up blood and suffered a great injury.

"Next."

With Divine Cult Grandmaster in charge, no one dared to resist. They could only let the Old Boatman examine the Treasure Mirror, and then cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Next. You." The Old Boatman gestured casually towards the four people standing in the corner.

It refers to the honest-looking young man among them.

Wei Lingzhu and the other two twitched at the corners of their mouths.

The honest-looking young man stepped forward, curiously examining the Treasure Mirror. After a moment's hesitation, he said shyly:

"Maybe... we shouldn't take the photos?"

He said softly:

"It wouldn't be good if the light actually revealed something."

A slight silence fell over the camp.

The Old Boatman paused for a moment, then smiled:

"They're quite good at playing tricks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned the Treasure Mirror, which shone directly on the honest-looking young man.

Black smoke suddenly billowed from the young man's body, and the next second, the Treasure Mirror cracked and shattered!

Their true appearance has not yet been revealed, but their real name has already emerged.

Her real name is...

Zhang Fusheng.

"Look."

The young man sighed softly:

"If you really see me, you won't be happy."