What happened after Ruo Jinghong and the others descended into the historical fragment was just as Ying Jiaren had said:
In the historical fragment they descended into, the Great Qian Empire had yet to rebel.
Although Great Shang was in turmoil, the most basic order still remained.
Ruo Jinghong and the others quickly performed Dharma refining, and after recovering a little of their power, they used spells to control the grassroots authorities, then cast a wide net in search of Liu Yong.
They were lucky. The Liu Yong in that historical fragment had no ability to create clones at all.
Thus, Ying Jiaren and the others soon pinpointed him.
The rest was easy.
Everyone spontaneously split into organizations large and small, roaming everywhere like ravenous wolves, hunting Liu Yong day and night.
At this point, Mei Niang could not help complaining, "Ten years."
"We hunted that bastard for ten whole years!"
"For those ten years, we worked three shifts: one fought and pursued him, one rested, and one pulled the clouds along as we traveled."
"For those ten years, I never got to enjoy myself."
"Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, you have no idea how many cultivators who entered this magical contest were even more charming and attractive than you."
"Unfortunately, I never found a chance to make them bow beneath my skirts."
Beside her, Ruo Jinghong chuckled. "Back then, we encountered several prodigies among prodigies who had been badly wounded by that Liu Yong."
"Under the pretext of treating them, you took a group of people and ravished them!"
"Those prodigies swore by heaven and earth that they would definitely deal with you someday."
Mei Niang chuckled. "Anyone I could ravish couldn't possibly compare to Wang Quan."
Wang Quan coughed. "You should still be careful."
"If those fellows come after you,