The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 177 Where is the murderer hiding?
In Feng Tianjue's view, the Grand Elder had just been going through the motions, deliberately delaying the responsibility of finding the evil spirit master and not taking action. In any case, the East Bank had suffered the most deaths among the disciples at that time.

If we're talking about who's most affected, it's undoubtedly the Jade Purity Sect Master. Long Yuzhong couldn't wait for the Jade Purity Sect Master to be forced to step down, so why would he care?

But now?

What goes around comes around. With such a big incident on the West Bank, hitting the Grand Elder squarely between the eyebrows, it's finally his turn to worry...

"Please be quiet, everyone. Let us suppress our endless grief. I believe the Grand Elder will be able to give us a satisfactory explanation this time!"

Feng Tianjue was also extremely cunning. Taking advantage of Long Yuzhong's departure, he quickly spoke with a regretful expression to manipulate the situation, and also took the opportunity to kick the other party when he was down.

Looking around, all the elders had different expressions, and it was unclear what they were thinking, but they all tacitly shut their mouths along with the grief-stricken disciples.

"Yes, the Grand Elder has already gone to investigate, so everyone doesn't need to worry!" Then, the withered old man standing to the left of Feng Tianjue feigned a sigh of regret before quickly echoing the sentiment.

"Now... all thirty inner disciples who have entered, please prepare yourselves immediately!" The kind-faced elder on the right said directly, his expression rather cold, "The second round of the draw will proceed as scheduled!"

Grief?

Only a fool would grieve!
The disciples who died this time were all evil spirit masters. Others may not know this, but how could the three giants who were the approvers not know this?
"Here you go, Elder!" Immediately, all thirty inner disciples below the dueling arena handed their ranking tokens to an elder in the center of the large disc.

"First, remember that each person can only draw a lot once! Also, this one-on-one competition will be even more intense, so don't underestimate your opponents!"

The elder who was in charge below was quite responsible. After patiently giving everyone a few instructions, he waved his hand and slowly summoned the silver screen from yesterday.

However, unlike yesterday's clear and dazzling screen, the color of this screen is not very deep; instead, it is slightly illusory, barely enough to make out the content displayed on it.

"A legendary powerhouse...!?"

In the general audience seats, the man in blue robes sat with two disciples, one fat and one thin. When he saw the old man below waving his hand to bring up this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

These three are Feng Ling, Zhu Bupang, and Gou Bushou. They have the privilege of getting a bye today, so they don't have to participate in the second round of the top twenty selection.

The first three groups that received a bye totaled eight people, and with the addition of last year's champion Cheng Ye, who also received a bye, nine of the "top twenty" spots were taken up.

In other words, the thirty inner disciples drawing lots in the audience will fiercely compete for the remaining eleven spots.

Compared to 11th to 30th, their chances of successfully breaking into the top 20 are pitifully low, only about 30%, and that's without facing Xu Peng, Ke Wei, and Xue Wu.

Not bad! After a fierce and head-on battle, Xu Peng and Ke Wei, among others, who were in a frenzy, ultimately failed to secure a bye.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree!

Fortunately, many inner disciples, out of fear of Xu Peng and his group's "fierce reputation," allowed the exhausted few to survive.

"Boss, where exactly is that evil spirit master hiding? So many of our fellow disciples have suddenly died overnight, it's terrifying to even think about it...!"

The slender disciple sighed deeply, a lingering sense of unease in his eyes. Rumor had it that among the inner disciples who died yesterday, one had reached the peak of the mid-stage of the seventh level of cultivation!

Zhu Bupang and his companion were both at the seventh level of cultivation, while the evil spirit master had killed dozens of inner disciples in one night and successfully evaded the elders' investigation.

Nature revealed an important piece of information to everyone: the murderer was at least a high-level Ghost Spirit Master with a cultivation level above the eighth rank! "Don't worry, just do what you're supposed to do! That evil spirit master caused such a big commotion this time, and the sect leader has ordered a thorough investigation, so he probably won't dare to harm anyone again for the time being!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling knew what the other party was worried about, so he offered a word of comfort, but deliberately did not answer Gou Bushou's question, "Do you know?"

Because to some extent, the evil spirit master mentioned by the other party is himself, but he is not the whole story.

Yesterday, Feng Ling fought his way back from the west bank to the east bank. Most of the time was spent forcibly interrogating the evil spirit master to confess his accomplices, but no matter how hard Feng Ling tortured him, the results were unsatisfactory.

After being brainwashed, these disciples of evil spirit masters either committed suicide by poisoning themselves or biting their tongues to kill themselves when they were subjected to severe torture and interrogation. In any case, none of them gave a complete account; almost all of them were making things up.

However, something rather amusing happened during this time. After the last evil spirit master on the east bank was killed, it was already time for their usual morning meditation.

Braving the dwindling raindrops, as he passed by Zhu Bupang and his companion's courtyard, he noticed a faint light emanating from within. On a whim, Feng Ling decided to check if the two early risers were diligently cultivating, and immediately slipped into the courtyard.

The two were sitting cross-legged on the bed, and a black kerosene lamp was lit on the old-fashioned small wooden table in front of the window.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Ling felt very gratified. After all, this daily morning training was a rule he had set for the two of them by having Ling Weiyun's clone.

Just as Feng Ling nodded in satisfaction and turned to take two steps to leave, two rhythmic sounds came from their room!
Snoring...!?

Looking back inside, the two seemed like completely different people, drooling profusely.

At this moment, Feng Ling's smile froze, his mood turned heavy, and his face became very ugly. Just as he decisively put the black cloth back on, the oil lamp in the room mysteriously went out...

What happened next is anyone's guess!
"Junior brother, how can you ask the boss such a question? Aren't you slandering the boss as an evil spirit master?"

After speaking, Zhu Bupang's eyes twitched slightly, and when he secretly looked at the man in blue, there was a hint of awe he had never felt before.

The main reason was that the black-clad man who had taught him a lesson for "leading his junior brother astray" in the courtyard had left a very deep impression on him!

"Uh...!? No, no, I only asked that out of speculation, wanting to hear the boss's opinion. Boss, please don't misunderstand!"

The slender disciple hurriedly explained that in the past, he and his companion had only shown respect for Feng Ling, without any fear. However, Gou Bushou had vaguely noticed the unusual look in the slightly chubby disciple's eyes.

"Shh... the match has begun!"

The man in blue gestured for silence. Immediately afterward, thirty figures from the audience, in pairs, leaped onto a stone platform suspended in mid-air. Upon seeing the two men, they immediately fell silent.

Originally, Feng Ling and the other two had a bye, and could have stayed home like Kuang Tu and the others today. But precisely because he wasn't playing, Feng Yuqing and the other core disciples who were more familiar with him were too lazy to come.

However, considering that Zhu Bupang and his companion lacked combat experience and needed to learn more about and analyze others' moves, and also because a small problem arose with that matter.

Finally, after much deliberation

Feng Ling is here!

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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