Evil Cult Stronghold

"Dark Force... when did he achieve that?"

Xu Zhengxiong looked at Fang Xing, who stood to the side.

If Shen Ye hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't have dared to believe that Fang Xing had already stepped into the level of Dark Force.

Bright Force, Dark Force—this was a Dragon Gate!

To leap over the Dragon Gate was an extraordinary feat!

Especially for someone as young as Fang Xing, who was not even nineteen years old.

His potential was beyond what any ordinary person could compare to.

To describe him as a martial arts genius would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Fang Xing remained calm.

His cultivation being exposed would have consequences, but what was destined to come would come sooner or later.

It was just happening a little earlier than expected.

"You... how could you possibly be at the Dark Force level?!"

Yang Bo snapped out of his daze, staring at him with wide eyes, still unable to believe it.

Fang Xing ignored him, not even sparing him a glance.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Bo was a constable, he might have found an opportunity to finish this thing off.

"Magistrate Zhang, have the others withdraw. This matter is confidential; until the mission is concluded, it must not be spread outside," Shen Ye said indifferently.

"As you command, Lord Shen." Zhang Chen nodded, immediately dismissing the others.

Yang Bo also fully regained his senses and looked at Shen Ye: "Lord Shen, I misjudged the situation. I ask that you give me another chance."

He had intended to let his own men take the lead, but Yang Bo never imagined that Fang Xing had already become a Dark Force martial artist.

This had greatly exceeded his expectations.

"That won't be necessary. Four people are enough; you may leave," Shen Ye said coldly.

"Lord Shen..."

"Did you not hear me?" Just as Yang Bo wanted to say more, a majestic pressure suddenly erupted from Shen Ye's body, and the air seemed to solidify.

The powerful pressure swept out, instantly turning Yang Bo's face the color of liver.

Feeling the incomparably powerful force, Yang Bo dared not speak further and scrambled out of the great hall in a panic.

The majestic pressure surrounding Shen Ye dissipated as suddenly as it had come, returning to normal.

Transformation Force... he could probably defeat me with one hand, Fang Xing felt a chill in his heart.

Even without exchanging blows, just from the release of his aura, he felt a powerful sense of oppression.

The Three Foundation Establishment Realms, three Dragon Gates!

At this moment, it was manifested to the fullest.

The gap between Transformation Force and Dark Force was several times greater than that between Bright Force and Dark Force.

After the others left, only Fang Xing and his companions remained in the great hall, along with the assistant magistrate and the County Magistrate.

"Lord Shen, I shall not disturb you further. If there is anything you need, this county will certainly cooperate fully," Zhang Chen said with a smile as he looked at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye nodded, and subsequently, Zhang Chen and Lin Zheng also left the hall.

In the hall, only five people remained.

Shen Ye scanned them and took a document out from his robe: "Inside this is the information regarding the operation. Read it and commit it to memory."

Hearing this, the group took the document and glanced at each other.

"It really is in Baichao Township..."

Fang Xing carefully read the contents of the document, which detailed the situation of a Fire Worship Cult stronghold.

According to the records, this stronghold was located in a temple within the borders of Baichao Township.

Lingyuan Temple!

On the surface, it was a temple, but in reality, it was a stronghold for the evil cult.

The information regarding the temple's abbot, the head monk, and several others was all recorded within.

On the surface, they were monks, but in reality, they were cultists.

The situation inside Lingyuan Temple was recorded very clearly in the document.

After reading it, they all quickly understood.

Shen Ye took back the document and looked at Fang Xing and the others: "The operation must be stealthy; do not draw attention. Change your clothes, then meet me outside the city. You have half an hour to assemble at the city gate."

The group nodded and left one after another.

Returning home, Fang Xing changed into a gray martial outfit and headed toward the city gate.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Fang Xing and his companions gathered at the gate.

Once outside the city, the group headed in the direction of Baichao Township.

Baichao Township was about thirty miles from Qingshan County.

It was the premier township within Qingshan County.

At the beginning of the afternoon hour, Fang Xing and his party finally arrived at Baichao Township.

In a small, abandoned courtyard in Baichao Township, the group appeared.

Shen Ye walked straight to a dilapidated room in the depths of the courtyard and quickly retrieved several weapons.

Four long sabers!

"Each of you take one," Shen Ye said.

The group nodded, and each took a saber.

The long sabers were heavy, and the blades were sharp.

The four weapons appeared as if they were brand new.

After receiving the weapons, Shen Ye took a bundle from the room, which contained dry rations.

Black jerky and some coarse flatbreads.

"The operation will last until nightfall. Eat something first to fill your stomachs."

Shen Ye spoke.

Hearing this, the group exchanged glances. Chen Shan couldn't help but ask: "My Lord, are we not heading directly to Lingyuan Temple?"

Shen Ye raised his eyes to look at him and said: "Lingyuan Temple is heavily guarded. Do not alert the enemy. It is safer to act at night."

Hearing this, Chen Shan nodded and said nothing more.

They ate the jerky and flatbread to satisfy their hunger.

Shen Ye was well-prepared; he even had specialized water skins.

After eating and drinking their fill, the group left the courtyard.

Around the monkey hour, they arrived at a hillside in Baichao Township.

Standing on the hillside, they looked toward a mountain peak not far away.

A temple was built on the peak.

This temple was Lingyuan Temple.

Locally, it was a temple with quite a lot of incense, and many people came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

If they hadn't seen Shen Ye's document, no one would have known that this temple, which appeared to be thriving with pilgrims, was actually an evil cult stronghold.

Looking at Lingyuan Temple on the nearby peak, Shen Ye laid out the specific operation plan.

Fang Xing and his companions were responsible for guarding the exits of the temple.

Fang Xing was responsible for the rear exit, while Xu Zhengxiong and the others were responsible for the front exit.

Once Shen Ye entered Lingyuan Temple, if anyone tried to escape, it would be their responsibility to clear them out.

Their main task was to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

Looking at the group, Shen Ye's expression was serious: "Follow the plan. As long as there are no accidents, we can complete this smoothly. Is that clear?"

The group nodded.

Shen Ye looked at them and said: "Since it is clear, then wait for nightfall to act."

Having said this, Shen Ye went under a tree, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, the others also found a place to conceal themselves.

Closing his eyes, Fang Xing began to circulate the internal cultivation method of the Demon Subduing Technique to continuously refine his internal force.

Night soon descended.

Stars dotted the night sky.

In the woods on the hillside, Shen Ye slowly stood up, and Fang Xing and the others immediately followed suit.

Looking toward the brightly lit Lingyuan Temple in the distance, Shen Ye scanned them: "Move out!"

After he spoke, Shen Ye moved like the wind toward the peak of Lingyuan Temple, with Fang Xing and the others following closely behind.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group arrived outside Lingyuan Temple.

Night shrouded the land, and starlight spilled down.

Shen Ye gave a hand signal, and the group began the operation according to the pre-arranged plan.

Fang Xing arrived at the entrance to the back mountain of Lingyuan Temple, along a winding, zigzagging mountain path.

Covered by the night, he lurked like a ghost.

This mountain path was the only exit from the back mountain.

He stood guard at the exit.

Fang Xing gripped his blade in one hand, staring at the illuminated Lingyuan Temple.

His mind was taut; while nervous, he also felt a trace of anticipation.

He actually hoped a few fish would slip through the net.

If that happened, by killing martial artists, he would be able to obtain Enhancement Points.

A single Bright Force martial artist was worth a full fifty Enhancement Points.

Even with his current accumulation, fifty Enhancement Points would take more than ten days to save up.

Killing a martial artist, however, was much faster.