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"That second disciple led the Maoshan sect to unite like-minded people from various schools, resisting foreign barbarians and slaying demons at home. They risked their lives and traveled around for decades. Only after the establishment of the Republic and the country was initially settled did they have a little time to look for their two fellow disciples."

"This search was quite alarming. The eldest senior brother was alright, still speaking coldly and sarcasticly. But the third junior brother was elusive, impossible to find. When we finally found him, we discovered he had gone astray..."

At this point, Lin Xuansheng's face darkened: "As you know, in this age of decline for hundreds of years, no matter how talented a cultivator is, or how diligently they practice, it is difficult for them to ascend to immortality."

"But that third junior brother took a different approach and obtained a secret method from somewhere. He actually collected countless living souls and refined them into a wicked treasure, intending to merge it with himself, transform into a void ghost god to live forever, and then seek to transcend the heavens."

Hearing this, Zhu Mingyao already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

He heard Lin Xuansheng continue:

"The sect leader naturally couldn't stand idly by when he saw this. After all, this junior brother had murdered hundreds or even thousands of innocent people. Whether according to the Maoshan sect rules or the national law, his crime was unforgivable. Even though he was reluctant to abandon his fellow disciples, he had to take action to clean up the sect..."

"After a fierce battle, this junior brother died and his disciples with blood on their hands were also killed. Only one grand-disciple did not commit any evil. The sect leader originally intended to take him back to Maoshan to teach him properly, but he was unwilling to accept the resentment in his heart and only wanted to wander the world. Later, it was learned that this person had left his hometown and crossed to North America, and it has been more than seventy years since then."

"So, that little grand-disciple is my master?" Zhu Mingyao asked softly.

"That's right. The sect leader who killed his grandmaster was surnamed Lin and named Jiuxuan. He was my late father. I was with my father back then and witnessed this feud firsthand."

The deceased third junior brother's surname was He. He was my senior uncle, and by that reckoning, your master was my junior nephew. The character "Shouzhong" in his name was changed by himself after he crossed over to the Eastern Federation, meaning to faithfully uphold the loyalty and righteousness of his sect.

Zhu Mingyao was at a loss for words. Zhang Shouzhong had personally witnessed his grandmaster die in front of him.

Even if he knew they deserved their punishment, he couldn't possibly turn his back on the kindness of being taught and pretend nothing had happened, then go to someone else. No wonder he always spoke vaguely about his specific lineage.

Lin Xuansheng sighed and said, "My father had many battles with foreign enemies, foreign powers, evil people and demons in his early years, and he had many hidden injuries. Most of the Taoist predecessors of his generation were like this. Not long after he cleaned up Uncle He's sect, he passed away."

"During decades of chaos and turmoil, all sects and factions have suffered a decline in numbers. I have been honored by the support and recommendation of my fellow disciples, and thus I have taken the lead of Maoshan to this day."

"After I took over as the sect leader, I traveled around trying to bring all the branches back to the main mountain to revitalize the sect."

"My eldest uncle, before he passed away, at least let go of his grudges and agreed to let his branch return to the main sect. I've been to your master's place twice before, but he never resolved his inner conflict and was unwilling to return."

"Fortunately, he had a brush with death last time and came to terms with the past. He agreed to come back with me, and our whole family is finally together again."

The vicissitudes of a century were summed up in a single sentence. The somber mood vanished from the Taoist's handsome face, and he gently patted his thigh, his tone turning excited.

"What you're going to give me, is it...?" Zhu Mingyao's mind stirred slightly, and he tentatively asked.

"Hehe, you clever little devil... Come on! Let's go see for ourselves!" Lin Xuansheng was in a good mood, and stood up with a laugh, leading him into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The grass was lush and green, and the flowers were in full bloom. The two stopped in front of an ancient and simple palace.

The gate opened silently, revealing a three-foot-square paper palace placed on a white stone platform.

The paper house is exquisitely crafted, with vermilion walls and green tiles, jade pillars and gold bricks joined together seamlessly. There are also pavilions and towers, exotic flowers and rare plants, arranged in an orderly manner to decorate it. Although the area is limited, at first glance it seems to be layered and endless.

If that were all, it could at most be called a masterpiece of art, but the ethereal light floating on its surface still reveals its extraordinary nature.

Countless tiny talismans flickered and transformed into a variety of strange scenes: sometimes celestial energy swirled, phoenixes danced and soared, seemingly a celestial palace; sometimes Buddhist light shone, dragons and elephants listened to scriptures, as if one had arrived at Mount Sumeru; at other times, swirling dark mists, ghostly shadows, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, battlefield carnage, bright lights and bustling marketplaces appeared...

The only downside was that the images looked like old videotapes that had been worn out for years, with blurry and stuttering moments as they evolved. And looking at the cracks and holes of all sizes on the paper house, it was as if the words "about to be scrapped" were written all over its face.

Chapter 322 The Treasure of Inheritance 2

"Between reality and illusion, countless changes occur, evolving into the six realms, forming a world of its own..."

Even after studying and researching it many times over the decades, Lin Xuansheng is still deeply moved.

"Although Uncle He has gone astray, the [Blissful Spirit House] he has created is truly a rare and superior magic treasure in the world."

He turned to the side and gestured, "This is that supreme evil treasure. At its peak, it could fly through the sky and traverse the void, hide in mountains and seas, trap people and kill enemies. Its power is truly boundless..."

Zhu Mingyao chuckled and said, "Just say 'but' directly."

Lin Xuansheng chuckled at his words. "But... back then, during a great battle, my father destroyed the spirit house to pieces. All the countless souls imprisoned within were released, and all its various uses became useless. Now it's just a large Qiankun bag. In the past, it could be used by disciples in charge of general affairs to purchase and transport large quantities of goods. But now, with advanced technology and logistics, there are even roads connecting Maoshan. A phone call can deliver goods right to your door, so it's completely idle."

"The nature of the 【Paradise House】is peculiar. To restore it to its original state would require the souls of a massive number of intelligent beings, which is far too heinous. So it was originally just left here to gather dust. But with some patching and mending, it's perfect for you to use."

During their conversation, he gently tossed the ball of light imprisoning the Minotaur onto the paper palace, which quickly sank into it.

As the Taoist priest activated his incantation, the numerous tiny floating talismans rapidly spun and rearranged, much like an old machine that had been lubricated, becoming increasingly smooth from stiff and sluggish. At the same time, the labyrinth lord, whose entire body was covered in Daoist Qi lotus blossoms, slowly melted into a pale golden liquid, like a candle exposed to fire.

“The spirituality of an ancient demigod is equivalent to that of thousands of ordinary people. If some of it is added, some of its functions can be restored. However, the Yellow Court Heart Method you cultivate is different from it. I need to carefully design and consider it and make a custom modification. It will take about ten days to half a month. You should rest here for a while.”

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"Is everything sorted out?" The middle-aged man with a stern expression stood in the middle of the room, looking around to confirm with his subordinates.

"Almost done." The leather shoes clattered on the short ladder as the red-haired youth removed the last magic mark from the black goat skull specimen on the wall and placed it in the box. He dusted off the FBI uniform and shrugged at his superior.

"That consultant from the West Coast was very efficient. He didn't leave behind a single valuable piece of the Goode family's collection, which saved us a lot of trouble. At least we don't have to work overtime until Christmas Eve tomorrow."

"Heh, be more forgiving. Reality isn't a comic book. There aren't that many Batmen who don't do anything wrong. Compared to this minor flaw, I prefer his clean and efficient style."

The man did not respond to his subordinate's pointed teasing; instead, he showed a subtle appreciation.

"That damned cult family was wiped out completely, leaving no one alive. That was really satisfying. If those big shots knew that they had a ritual of sacrificing ordinary people to gain health and longevity, they would probably cause a huge scene."

He flipped through some witchcraft notes that had been found during the search, his tone tinged with relief.

"Although there is a side effect of their bodies gradually transforming into those of demonic creatures, do you think they will take it to heart?"

“That’s true…” An agent nearby interjected, recalling the ugly faces hidden beneath the dapper clothes of the carnivores. “Anyway, those guys’ corrupted souls are no different from demons, so they probably don’t care if their bodies change too…”

As the door slammed shut and the conversations faded into the distance, only a stagnant silence remained inside.

In the deep darkness, a long, azure, wave-like dress gently brushed the floor, leaving illusory water stains that vanished in an instant.

"What a pity, I still quite liked that silly cow." The beautiful female voice echoed with a hint of melancholy.

"He and I are probably the last remaining descendants of the Holy Mountain Gods... Is it really beyond redemption?" she whispered.

"Your Highness Calypso, please accept my condolences. I have repeatedly investigated with my [True Knowledge] domain and confirmed that the fate of the Minotaur King has been completely extinguished." A strange voice, neither male nor female, rang out.

He offered a half-hearted word of comfort, then abruptly changed the subject, "But you don't need to be so pessimistic. There might be other members of our kind in this world..."

"Oh?" The woman turned her head, her eyes seemingly containing a vast, boundless ocean. "It seems the esteemed [Serpent Marquis] has obtained some interesting news. Would you be so kind as to satisfy my curiosity?"

The strange voice kept everyone in suspense before leisurely smiling and saying, "Our new partner, that adorable little bat, has gained access to more of the secrets of the human government after her promotion. Just earlier today, she sent over a very valuable lead."

He said with great interest, “This kingdom beneath our feet seems to be suppressing a great being in some secret base… or rather, a part of that great being.”

"Based on his description, I think it is very likely that it belonged to an ancient being of the Holy Mountain God Clan."

"Who is it?" the woman suddenly asked, unable to hide her excitement. Her long dress billowed up, revealing a blurry image of howling winds and towering waves.

"It's not clear yet; that's a top secret of the human government," the strange voice readily admitted.

"We only know the code name for the location of the seal."

—A villa in the woods!

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A magnificent celestial palace floats in the air, surrounded by auspicious clouds and colorful lights, filled with fragrant aromas and melodious sounds, making one forget the mundane world.

Upon closer inspection, the palace appears to be built against the mountain, divided into three levels, each with eight parts, each with a different shape. Some resemble a lotus bud, others a coiled dragon, still others the sun and moon shining together, or even two hands forming a seal. There are also silver-armored heavenly soldiers and golden-armored divine generals moving about among them.

With a decree, the magnificent image of the heavenly palace faded away, shrinking to a delicate model about half a foot in size, and landed in a slender hand.

"Is this considered a great success?" Zhu Mingyao stared expectantly.

Lin Xuansheng stroked his beard and smiled, then experimented a few times with satisfaction. "Hmm, I've refined it again according to the principles of the Yellow Court Inner Landscape Scripture, removing the severely damaged parts of the [Blissful Spirit House], changing the Six Paths of Reincarnation to the Three Primal Palaces, and retaining its functions of flight, sealing, transformation, and storage..."

Most importantly, it can merge with your own magical power, allowing the gods within your inner realm to reside there. This is equivalent to experiencing the state of perfect enlightenment and having all the gods at your side in advance, which will greatly benefit your future cultivation. It couldn't be more perfect.

Zhu Mingyao eagerly took it and, following the instructions, imprinted the mark, carefully experiencing its various wonderful uses.

With a slight thought, a vast hall, ten meters high and several tens of meters in diameter, descended upon him. Golden dragons coiled around the pillars, and the stone steps were adorned with solemn divine patterns. In terms of area, it was comparable to the three main halls of the Forbidden City. The physical objects alone could fill a small mountain. If they were spiritual beings like ghost soldiers, as long as the user's magic power could support them, it could accommodate as many as needed.

"This is practically a strategic treasure!" Having been used to playing games in his previous life, Zhu Mingyao immediately thought of another use for it.

"If this were a modern army carrying weapons of mass destruction, hiding in the shadows, finding the target, opening the entrance, and unleashing a barrage of firepower, wouldn't that be more powerful than any spell?"

"Don't overthink it, kid. The space created by Taoist magic is constructed with spiritual energy as bricks, stones, pillars, and walls. It exists between the real and the unreal, and it conflicts with the life force of living beings. It's fine for holding inanimate objects and souls, but it can only hold a few dozen living people at most. Moreover, it has subtle differences from the laws of the outside world. The more sophisticated the mechanical equipment, the less it can be used. You might be able to fire an old-fashioned musket, but it won't work with more advanced weapons."

Lin Xuansheng pulled out something, spread his hand, and made a humorous expression. "Look, these are the remains and materials left over from that demon's lair. I kept them as processing fees. Only this thing is quite eye-catching. I think it will definitely be of some use to you."

He shoved the hard little thing in, winking and making faces at the other person.

"I'm much more open-minded than your master, that old bachelor. Everyone has a youthful past. This is a huge favor, so go and make the most of it!"

Chapter 323 The Legend of the Robin Hood

No matter how time changes, the Mississippi River continues to flow quietly, its shimmering waves traversing the city of New Orleans southwards, flowing into the vast Atlantic Ocean, leaving behind all the joys and sorrows of the world.

The city was bustling with tourists, not much less than usual. Vendors and street performers still flocked to the streets and alleys, as if the Halloween riots of two or three months ago were a thing of the last century. After all, no matter when or where, begging for food is the most important thing for ordinary people.

The fine cornmeal batter is repeatedly kneaded into round tortillas in the hands of the hotel chef. After a brief baking on a hot plate, it becomes chewy with a slightly crispy texture. Marinated roast beef and tomato granules are added on top, and finally, the essential cheese and salsa are squeezed on. A spicy and delicious Mexican burrito is then freshly made.

Even the most diligent delivery drivers, speeding from the city center to the manor villas by Lake Pontchartrain, will find their steaming hot food turned into a cold mess by the time it reaches the area.

But under the operation of an unknown supernatural force, the long distance was traversed in just a few minutes, and the tacos were still at their best when enjoyed.

"Here, please make the portion of chili peppers smaller than you ordered."

She took the bag with her delicate, jade-like fingers, peeled back the wrapping paper, and took a big bite.

The rich, savory, and spicy flavors instantly stimulated the taste buds, causing the golden-haired girl's charming eyes to curve into crescent moons.

"Looks like you've gotten a great deal. Is it a space device that can move on its own?" Madison's small, bright red tongue curled up cheese crumbs, her expression quite envious.

Everyone already knows each other very well. This stinky girl in front of us didn't have this ability until recently. She just hates to use her brain, but her little head is actually quite clever.

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key. The results are so-so. There are many limitations to using it, and the number of times you can activate it each day is limited," Zhu Mingyao said with a grin, lowering his voice as he half-jokingly boasted to his friends.

“That’s still very precious.” Zoe held up a cup of cool and sweet strawberry milkshake and exclaimed in admiration. They were all experts and knew the value of such things.

"It's just a little trinket. Your rings are the real treasures, aren't they? To be honest, if we weren't so close, I almost would have kept them for myself," Zhu Mingyao joked.

At this moment, the three little ones were sitting in a corner of a hall, huddled together and whispering.

In the distance, the elegant and handsome Lai Hengli, with a warm smile, was surrounded by a group of elegant and beautiful middle-aged women, whose witty remarks made them giggle.

"No words can express our heartfelt gratitude..."

The silver-gray dragon-shaped ring had its wings folded together, guarding the large, deep blue crystal face, which seemed to contain endless mysteries. Fiona's face was flushed, and she would look down to check every few words. She did not have the demeanor that a Supreme Witch should have, but rather looked like a poor old lady who had finally received her pension.

It's not fair to blame her for being too naive; the psychological impact of losing and regaining the sacred artifact in such a short time was simply too great. Even this old witch, whose brain cells were usually filled with scheming, couldn't help but feel genuine gratitude.