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Chapter 771: Obtaining 'A-'

Haizhou Road.

Ever since Zhi Gong led the disciples of the Diku Sect to withdraw from here, the little monsters from the Hushan Kingdom have frequently invaded the northern mountainous area. Fortunately, Xuan Ling later moved into the Taoist Palace and served as the chief, and was able to suppress the invasion of the little monsters from the Hushan Kingdom.

In order to avoid the Taoist Palace's search, the demon tribe that had already migrated here dug many underground bunkers in the mountainous areas to the north and west. In addition to the dark holes left by the previous cave door, the seven Qigong practitioners sent by the Taoist Palace to patrol suffered a lot of losses.

Over time, both the Taoist Palace and the Haizhou Road court let the northern demons do whatever they wanted. They only issued wanted notices for some demons who committed serious crimes and ignored the rest.

About five years ago, people in the villages near the northern mountains of Haizhou Road kept disappearing for no reason. At first, there were only a few people, and later it became hundreds. News also came from Hushan Kingdom that thousands of people from some of their tribes would disappear overnight.

The news was reported to the third seat layer by layer. Although the members of the third seat had been arguing for many years and had not made any actual political achievements, their stance on this matter was unusually consistent.

Soon after, Hushan State and Haizhou Road each sent out an investigation team. Based on the remaining breath of the missing people, they chased them to the northern mountains of Haizhou Road.

The traces of the two investigation teams stopped deep in a dense forest 50 kilometers south of Wolong Mountain, and there has been no news until today.

This directly angered a third-level cultivator from the Yuqing Sect, because one of his disciples was in the investigation team. He brought his disciples to the sect and turned the dense forest upside down, capturing the monsters in the bunker. After some torture, a monster revealed that it was the disciples of Qianmu Temple who were capturing people alive for blood sacrifice.

When the Yuqing side sect cultivator in the third realm heard the news, he did not dare to go to Qianmu Temple to ask for an explanation himself. Instead, he gathered more than ten friends and, under the planning of someone with ulterior motives, made a big scene at the three-chair meeting, making the matter known to the whole world and even spreading it in the secular world, which caused Qianmu Temple to suffer a great loss of reputation.

With the layers of investigation inside Qianmu Temple, it was confirmed that it was an inner disciple of the Wood Academy. After all, he couldn't do this alone, which left a lot of clues. Unfortunately, no one had investigated before, and no one dared to investigate, because this disciple was a family member from the Wang family mansion and had once worked as a guide boy in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

Wang Sen.

This name is unknown in the cultivation world, but in the eyes of most inner disciples of Qianmu Temple, he is absolutely well-known. He is a second-level wood cultivator and a direct descendant of the Wang family mansion in Zhonghui City. He is one of the most competitive candidates for the future elder of the Wang family.

No one dared to say anything when he made mistakes, and he had countless followers. Even in the eyes of many people, his practice of blood sacrifice was nothing big, because during the chaos more than 300 years ago, most cultivators in the south had performed blood sacrifices with the blood of their enemies.

No one expected that things would develop to this point, with Wang Sen actually daring to arrest innocent people for blood sacrifice practice, and even dared to openly confront the investigation team sent by the Taoist Palace.

"What now?"

Deep in the Wolong Mountain bunker, in a spacious hall illuminated by lighting magic, a dozen people gathered together, led by two third-level wood cultivators and Wang Sen.

The one who was speaking at this moment was one of the third-level wood cultivators. He did not look evil. He was wearing the blue Taoist robe of an ordinary cultivator. He had a southern face and a long beard. The only thing he had was the jade belt around his waist which was a little more ornate.

The person he was questioning was Wang Sen, who was standing in the first place. Wang Sen was only at the second realm, but he could make two third realm cultivators bow their heads and obey him. In response to the question, he let out a breath, looked around at everyone present and said, "We knew from the beginning that this was a road of no return. Since things have developed to this point, there is only death."

His eyes fell on the person who was speaking. "You, Liu Xuan, were already dying. I used a secret method to help you advance. If you still want to live, then leave on your own and see if your ancestors will spare your life!"

He then looked around at everyone present and said, "It's the same with you guys. I won't stop you if you want to leave."

After saying this he closed his eyes.

Liu Xuan's eyes kept changing under the bright light in the hall. After more than ten breaths, he solemnly bowed to Wang Sen, and then left without looking back.

When the other people in the hall saw this, most of them immediately followed him and left.

Everyone says that Wang Sen is arrogant, bloodthirsty and murderous, but in fact he is just an ordinary cultivator struggling in the sea of ​​suffering. The only reason he can embark on this path is that his family has too high expectations of him and he has limited talent.

Wang Sen didn't open his eyes until the footsteps of the people leaving stopped. He looked at the other third-level wood cultivator and asked, "Uncle Seventeen, aren't you leaving?"

The monk he called Uncle Seventeen was at the side door of the Wang family mansion. He smiled generously and said to Wang Sen, "We will die if we go out, and so will they. Compared with the reputation of the Lord of the Mansion, our lives are not worth mentioning. I have lived two more years and seen new scenery. I have earned enough. It's just you, it's a pity."

He had experienced the Battle of Shangjing City and witnessed the subsequent battle for the divine weapon. He knew that small people like them were no different from ants.

After he said these words, he walked outside, but his purpose was different. He wanted to use his newly acquired skills to have a good fight, and then curse those high and mighty people.

This time everyone in the hall followed him out.

After they left, Wang Sen took out a jade slip from his storage bag. On it was his improved martial arts technique. He named this unnamed martial arts technique "Heavenly Changes", and this name reflected his expectations for the future.

Then, he walked to the center of the hall, where there was an altar. He placed the skills in his hand on the altar and sat back to his original position.

A quarter of an hour later.

The walls of the cave began to tremble. Wang Sen felt the pressure of the rock above his head and whispered, "You are not qualified to take my life..."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and was about to pass away, but at the critical moment his whole body collapsed and disappeared on the spot.

Mountain top ashram.

In front of the old locust tree, Rong Yang, who had just divided the spoils, looked at Wang Sen lying on the spiritual grass and said, "This man is determined and ruthless, and has a lot of personal charm. I like him very much."

As he spoke, he took out a special storage crystal, put Wang Sen in it, looked at Wang Ping and said, "He will become a good tool for the Zhenyang Sect."

"Meow~"

The calico cat called out to Rongyang and then jumped behind the old locust tree and hid.

Yu Lian glanced at the calico cat and said to Rong Yang, "A person who was ready to escape from the sea of ​​suffering was dragged back by you."

"Haha~"

Rong Yang laughed, without saying anything else, he took the crystal in his hand and it turned into a beam of fire and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Wang Ping did not say much on this issue. The first thing he did after Rong Yang left was to control the puppet to come over and put the storage bag under the old locust tree into the room in the yard.

Afterwards, he pinched his left hand and summoned ten 'sky swords' from his brows, constructing a map of the kingdom of God. A large area of ​​faith in the east of Zhongzhou had disappeared, which was something Linshui Prefecture took advantage of. The reflection in reality was that the local aristocratic families no longer trusted Qianmu Temple and turned to Ao Bing of Linshui Prefecture.

Ao Hong did not take any measures to deal with this, but Zi Luan and Que Cai took a lot of actions. On the one hand, they controlled the Taoist Palace to deal with it, and on the other hand, they secretly arranged people to enter Linshui Mansion. The two sides suffered considerable losses in the battle.

The most critical problem is still the north. The court's inaction has allowed the local governments in the north to grow stronger. Some government offices openly raise private soldiers and forge armor and weapons. "Is someone fanning the flames?"

Yu Lian asked as she looked at the map of the Kingdom of God.

Wang Ping smiled indifferently, "The general trend of the world is like this, you don't have to worry too much, it's nothing more than another war. When the chaos ends, as long as we can still gain a foothold in Zhongzhou, we will not lose a single cent."

While communicating with the believers, Yu Lian said to Wang Ping, "How many times do we have to repeat this game?"

“We must repeat until the idea we seek is realized.”

"How long is that? When you are promoted to True Lord? Well, back to the topic we often talk about. Never mind, let's leave it at that."

Yu Lian was concentrating on communicating with the believers. The calico cat looked at Yu Lian curiously for a while, and when she saw that Yu Lian had no intention of playing with her, she lay down on the pile of spiritual grass where she often slept, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Two days later.

Liu Shuang returned to the mountaintop dojo, and before he had the time to hand over the affairs of the inner courtyard to Shen Xiaozhu, he had to go to the mountaintop dojo to report the case.

"We found six remaining blood sacrifice altars in the underground bunker, and more than a dozen abandoned altars. The number of civilians and demons sacrificed is incalculable."

When Liu Shuang said this, she glanced at Wang Ping. She actually did not do any statistics on purpose because she knew that would be a very scary number. After all, Wang Sen had been planning this more than two hundred years ago, and Wolong Mountain was not his original place of sacrifice at all.

Wang Ping didn't care about these things. He stretched out his hand and invited Liu Shuang, "Come and sit down and talk."

When Liu Shuang sat down, Wang Ping personally poured tea for her, and then she continued, "According to the memories of the two third-level wood cultivators who followed Wang Sen, we learned that his set of skills has been spread."

As she spoke, she took out the jade slip she had found at the scene from her storage bag and handed it to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping lowered his eyelids and looked at the words "Heaven Change" on the outside of the jade slip. He waved his hand to Liu Shuang and said, "You go and deal with it. Whether to keep it or destroy it is up to you to decide."

Liu Shuang's eyes flashed. Her apprentice Yang Rong originally wanted to study this secret method to seek inspiration for the fourth level of "The Art of Gathering Wood", but she did not dare to agree. Now, hearing Wang Ping's statement gave her some ideas.

She put away the jade slip and said, "I have sent elite disciples from all the academies in the temple to search for the leaked secrets in various places, and strive to recover them all within ten years!"

Wang Ping picked up the teacup and smelled the tea. He looked at Liu Shuang and said, "This matter is not important anymore. You did the right thing. You must express your attitude clearly. In addition... the Datong Dynasty can no longer rule the world. You must know who will be in charge of the artifact in the future. I can't continue to interfere this time. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with the Zhenyang Sect or the Diku Sect."

He stared at Liu Shuang, "I know Wen Yi has always wanted to regain the Zhongzhou artifact, but our Taiyan Sect has held this artifact for more than 700 years. There are too many consequences if we take it again. However, we cannot relax in the slightest in the interests we should fight for. This is related to our future."

Liu Shuang's eyes widened, and he was about to agree with a serious look on his face.

Wang Ping added, "This is just between us, master and disciple. Don't let anyone else know. Also, there's no need to hide your strength in the fight with Linshui Prefecture. Simply tolerating them won't earn them mercy. The disciples of Qianmu Temple also need to experience some setbacks in order to grow faster. The future of the world will require them to shoulder heavier responsibilities."

Upon hearing these words, Liu Shuang lowered his head and saluted silently.

Yu Lian, who was sleeping on the old locust tree, opened her eyes. She lay lazily on the branch, stretched out her tongue, rolled up a few locust flowers and put them in her mouth. She asked Liu Shuang, "I heard that the demon tribe has new honey arriving. How does it taste?"

Liu Shuang thought for a moment before saying, "I probably heard about it, but I didn't pay too much attention to it."

Yu Lian replied: "I'll go with you to the front hall to take a look."

"it is good."

Wang Pingxu squinted his eyes and took a sip of hot tea, then mentioned another matter: "In the future, unless someone has a particularly good physique and is a good candidate for plasticity, do not recruit them into the Wang family mansion. Also, do not let them practice Star God and Demon Soldiers, as this is not a good thing for them."

He still has some humanity left, and naturally has feelings for the blood left by his two younger brothers. This disaster made him realize that the Wang family mansion has too much power, but has not assumed the corresponding responsibilities. If this continues, it will only lead to self-destruction.

Liu Shuang nodded and said "yes", and then took the initiative to mention some issues about cultivation, which made the atmosphere between the master and the disciple become much more relaxed.

After a cup of tea, Liu Shuang said goodbye and left, followed closely by Yu Lian. The calico cat, which was hiding somewhere, turned into a stream of light and followed closely behind Liu Shuang.

Wang Ping packed up the tea set and took out the "Dongtian Mirror" to observe the situation in various parts of Zhongzhou.

after one day.

After Wang Ping received Guan Xi's formal visiting card, he personally went to the entrance of the temple to greet him.

Guan Xi was still wearing the scholar's clothes.

Wang Ping invited him to sit down in front of the old locust tree.

Guan Xi took out an exquisite mahogany box under the expectant gazes of Wang Ping and Yu Lian, and said, "Inside this is 'Jia Shang Ling Si'. After losing the suppression of the Vajra Temple's formation, it will distort some things in reality for no reason, and even invade the minds of some low-level monks. It took us a long time to reseal it. If you want to refine it, you'd better make full preparations, such as when your soul completely controls the 'Heaven-Blocking Talisman'."

"Can't you even look at it?"

Yulian asked.

Guan Xi pushed the wooden box to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping felt a gentle breath inside, which was the secret method of the "Jimin Society".

After opening the wooden box, he saw a dagger inserted in each of the four corners of the box, nailing together an invisible chain drawn with unknown runes in the box, and the "Painted Face Mask" was locked in the box by this invisible chain.

At this moment, the painted mask looks nothing special, just like a wooden mask casually painted in a shop in the city. If you look closely, you will find that the pattern on the mask is a blooming unknown petal, and the petals are very irregular.

Wang Ping resisted the urge to touch it, closed the wooden box, clasped his fists and said to Guan Xi, "Then I will refuse it with disrespect."

"Now that it's in your hands, it can be considered as returning to its original owner." Guan Xi responded with a smile, and then changed the subject: "We cut off the teleportation array of the Vajra Temple, causing the three fourth-level monks of the Vajra Temple to need at least a month to return. Do you have any other plans, fellow Daoist?"

(End of this chapter)