The Nihility Sect (Southern Branch), as a major organization among the evil professions, has eyes and connections in all walks of life. In addition, given the special nature of their profession, it is impossible for them not to find out if a member of their organization dies from official hunting.
The Pure Yang Sect Leader was unearthed from an ancient tomb in Jiangnan Province. Jianghuai Province is adjacent to Jiangnan Province. The unexplained deaths of illusionists in these two places make it hard for Zhang Yuanqing not to suspect this ancient cultivator.
“The Night Watchers of the Taiyi Sect haven't been targeted, but the illusionists of the Nihility Sect are being targeted? Heh, dog eat dog... No, even if the evil professions deserve to die, at least they are still bound by moral values. Compared to that, the Pure Yang Sect Leader is the worst!”
Zhang Yuanqing interrupted the sacrificial ritual and dialed the phone of Elder Gaofeng.
“Elder Gaofeng, I received intelligence that illusionists of the Southern Branch of the Nihility Sect have been mysteriously disappearing recently. It doesn't seem to be the work of the authorities. I suspect it is the Pure Yang Sect Leader. You are responsible for apprehending him. What leads have you had recently?”
After listening, Elder Gaofeng's tone became serious. “No leads at all. Alas, I am just an Earth Spirit. I am not a scout skilled in tracking. The Grand Elder is trying to make things difficult for me.”
After a pause, he said:
“I do have a few cases here in Cheng Jing. Since the Guji incident, there have been several cases of unexplained deaths in Jiangnan Province. There were rumors of a ghost haunting Yongcheng Port recently. An official Water Ghost went missing while performing a mission underwater. Afterwards, the Cheng Jing branch desperately sent people to search the sea and discovered a decaying corpse and signs of a fight, but they didn't find that colleague. I suspect it is related to the Pure Yang Sect Leader.”
“By devouring the spiritual bodies of official practitioners, he controls the current situation and organizational distribution of The Way of the Extraordinary…” Zhang Yuanqing said his view.
“So the bizarre disappearance of the Southern Branch illusionists is most likely really related to him.” Elder Gaofeng sighed.
As an Earth Spirit, he possesses rare defense and considerable combat power, but he is not good at tracking, scheming, or calculating.
As everyone knows, the common personalities of Earth Spirit professions are honest, dull, and gentle. Scheming against people is a job for Water Ghosts, Wood Spirits, and Scouts.
“Elder Gaofeng, rest assured, I will help you as much as possible.” Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to build a good relationship. “To be honest, that Niangniang also wants to get rid of the Pure Yang Sect Leader. She said that if her Shizun is not dead, she cannot sleep or eat in peace.”
Elder Gaofeng didn't take it seriously at first, after all, Yuan Shitianzun's level was not high enough, and he had not shown particularly strong calculation or pursuit abilities in the past.
But when he heard that the Niangniang of Three Daoshan cared about this matter, he immediately took it seriously:
“I almost forgot, you can contact that ancient Day Wanderer. Yuan Shitianzun, if you have any ideas or strategies, remember to notify me.”
“No problem!” Zhang Yuanqing was valued by the top leader of the Hangzhou branch and hung up the phone happily.
Then, he sent a message back to Kou Beiyue, informing him of the Pure Yang Sect Leader in detail.
Kou Beiyue mostly chose a worthy master to kill for, and if he could use this line to convey the threat of the Pure Yang Sect Leader to the Nihility Sect, it would be a good way.
Evil professions can also be used as limbs in dealing with the Pure Yang Sect Leader.
With the illusionists' weirdness and means, they might be able to grasp some clues more easily than the authorities. Then, obtain intelligence through choosing a worthy master to kill for and feed it back to Elder Gaofeng.
The top leader of Hangzhou would owe him a great favor.
“Ding!”
The cell phone on Kou Beiyue's table rang. He didn't check it immediately, grabbing a wine glass and drinking with a human blood bun.
“Replied, replied~~!” The little fatty quickly pushed his boss, signaling him to quickly check the message.
Kou Beiyue put down his wine glass, grabbed his cell phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, took a closer look, and slapped his thigh: “Damn, looks pretty powerful, an ancient cultivator…”
Then he ate skewers and drank wine.
The little fatty, however, held his cell phone tightly, reading the message over and over, feeling ice-cold.
An ancient cultivator who practiced both illusionist and Night Wanderer spells, an ancient cultivator not bound by moral values, devouring the spiritual energy of Night Wanderers and illusionists... As he read, cold sweat began to seep down his spine.
Too scary, such an existence is too scary, but why would an ancient cultivator appear in reality?
I remember internal sect records stated that ancient cultivators were all dead.
An existence who is not bound by moral values and practices the two pinnacle professions of Night Wanderer and illusionist is simply a nightmare for The Way of the Extraordinary.
“Yuan Shitianzun actually told Boss such important information. No, he's not telling Boss, he's telling me.” The little fatty suddenly got up.
“There are fewer jobs now, don't work so hard, sit down, sit down.” Kou Beiyue beckoned his little brother to sit down. “Keep drinking, let's have a Peach Garden Oath of Brotherhood today.”
He was clearly a little drunk.
“Ugh, Boss doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. It's good to be brainless, good to be brainless…” Happy Little Fatty couldn't drink anymore. His round face was filled with seriousness and unease. “Boss, I have something to go back for.”
After speaking, he left in a cloud of dust on his small electric stove on the street, ignoring Kou Beiyue's retention.
The message said that the Pure Yang Sect Leader had not yet recovered, and the recently disappeared illusionists were all at level 1 and level 2, not level 3. The threat must be nipped in the bud before he recovers.
Fu Jiawan.
Zhang Yuanqing focused his attention on the parchment, confirming that the materials were all fine. He covered the materials with the parchment and poured in Taiyin power, chanting: “Niangniang, Niangniang, come out quickly, Niangniang, Niangniang, come out quickly…”
In the meaningless chanting, the parchment quickly drained the spirituality of the materials, and the spiritual seal array drawn on it floated off the paper and quickly rose into the air, solidifying in the sky a dozen meters away.
The next second, the array collapsed inward, turning into a circular passage. After a few breaths, a vast and magnificent golden light surged out of the dark, collapsed passage.
Damn, Niangniang's aura has become several times stronger. It feels even more terrifying than Kuan Yan's aura. The overwhelming pressure of a high-level dominator descends upon the world. Zhang Yuanqing, directly below, collapsed in the face, and almost prostrated himself. His whole body was lying on the table, afraid to move.
Suddenly, as the golden light approached the entrance of the passage, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
After encountering resistance, the golden light rebounded in the opposite direction, colliding with the subsequent golden light and bursting out with dazzling light. The entire circular passage turned into a small sun.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing received a spiritual realm notification…
[Ding! You are forcibly opening the entrance to the spiritual realm. Please terminate immediately, otherwise you will be punished.]
Obviously, forcibly opening the passage between the spiritual realm and reality was blocked by the spiritual realm. That barrier was created by the spiritual realm.
“Hmph!”
A cold snort came from inside the passage.
Immediately, a crisp ‘crack’ sound came from the void, and the invisible barrier at the bottom of the golden light was covered with cracks.
Then, the barrier shattered with a bang, and a golden light fell, nailing itself to the ground with a 'bang'. It was actually a Demon Subduing Pestle.
This item in the hands of its true master is completely different from when it is in the hands of a useless master.
After the passage opened, the golden light descended overwhelmingly. The flowers and plants in the yard were instantly burned to ashes. Zhang Yuanqing reacted extremely quickly, rolling away before the passage cracked.
When the golden light descended, Zhang Yuanqing looked expectantly into the passage, waiting for the Ghost Mirror to fall. At the same time, he shouted:
“Niangniang, what should I do with your damn Shizun? He is so slippery, the official waste is far less intelligent than Niangniang and can't catch him at all.”
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An old woman's clear, magnetic voice came from the passage: “We will discuss it in detail when you enter the spiritual realm next time. Okay, go down. Do your job well in the real world in the future and don't embarrass your teacher.”
“Ah... Niangniang, what do you mean? Who are you talking to?” Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
At this time, an unwilling voice came from the passage: “Shizun, please, please consider it again~”
“The passage is about to close. Are you going on your own, or do you want your teacher to kick you down?” The old woman's voice was cold and merciless, far less gentle than when she spoke to Yuan Shitianzun.
This, this voice is a spiritual body speaking. No way. An unbelievable thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind.
The next second, a figure in a red dress fell gracefully, accompanied by a strong Yin energy.
As she landed, the passage could no longer be maintained, quickly shrinking and then disappearing.
The spiritual realm notification also disappeared, no longer warning.
Zhang Yuanqing sat at the round table, dumbfounded as he watched the woman who had landed. She was wearing a Ming Dynasty horse-faced skirt, with exquisite dragons and phoenixes embroidered on her bodice, which was extremely close-fitting, outlining her plump and towering breasts.
Her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, but too pale. Her eye sockets were as black as ink, and her pupils were scarlet, with bloodshot-like red light spreading out, demonically beautiful.
Silver Yao, the Princess...
Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, Niangniang, I just asked you to take the Ghost Mirror and lend it to me to suppress my inner demons. I didn't ask you to send your disciple over.
The Silver Yao Princess's pair of demonically beautiful eyes looked over from afar, and she snorted softly, turning her head to the side.
Still quite proud... Zhang Yuanqing felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Once upon a time, this princess scared him so much that he almost wet his pants, and now, she is still powerful, with at least a level five aura, but Zhang Yuanqing is no longer afraid.
In just one month, he was no longer the Transcendent Realm ant he once was.
At this time, Little Green Tea and the Queen rushed out of the villa, the former shouting, "Yuan Shitianzun, what was that just now? Li Chunfeng was so scared that he collapsed."
Li Chunfeng stood behind with his hands drooping, holding his gun, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The three stopped in their tracks when they saw the Silver Yao Princess standing in the courtyard, their faces showing vigilance and fear.
On the other side, Fu Qingyang came with Lingjun on the wind, landing in the courtyard. Both of them had solemn expressions. They had felt the aura of a high-level ruler and the aura of the spiritual realm next door.
They thought a major change had occurred and rushed over.
Sensing the disappearance of the ruler's and spiritual realm's aura, Lingjun felt relieved and resumed his nonchalant posture, scrutinizing the Silver Yao Princess,啧啧, "What a beautiful woman. Oh, a highly intelligent Yin corpse. Yuan Shitianzun, have you finally reached the point of becoming a corpse driver? What was that just now? I seemed to feel the aura of a ruler and the spiritual realm. What trouble are you causing again?"
Regardless of whether the first half of the sentence was true or false, Fu Qingyang, as her younger brother, didn't like hearing it, frowning slightly and casting an interrogative look at Zhang Yuanqing.
*******
Traceless Hotel.
The little fatty rushed back without even having time to greet Xiao Yuan. He went straight to the elevator, came to the second floor, and swiped open his room.
Then, he took out a technologically advanced helmet from his inventory, put it on, and lay flat on the bed.
This item was given to him by the Grand Elder of the Southern Branch of the Nihility Sect after he was promoted to Saint. Wearing the helmet allows him to enter the dream world constructed by the Grand Elder.
As a promising new Protector, he has the qualification to report directly to the Grand Elder.
High-level illusionist meetings are all completed in illusions and dreams.
This is also why they are the hardest to arrest. When it comes to weirdness and unpredictability, illusionists rank first among the three evil professions.
After passing through a psychedelic, hazy void, his consciousness appeared in a hall.
The little fatty knelt on the ground, only feeling that the Grand Elder's aura was unfathomable, like facing an abyss, making him lack the courage to look up.
“What is it…”
The figure on the golden throne spoke slowly, the voice indistinguishable between male and female, young and old, and seemed to be the combined voices of countless people of all ages.
“This matter is of great importance, and I believe that it must be reported to you in person.”