nucmednet Chapter 173 Chaos! Chaos!
Chapter 173 Chaos! Chaos!
On the shore, Zhou Ruoxu frowned as he looked at the fabric in his hand, then suddenly asked:
"Elder Tong, is that how you discovered it?"
Tong Guchun was taken aback by the question and subconsciously replied:
"Yes, it's in the grass on the ground."
"Something's not right, Sect Master. This place has been cleaned up so thoroughly, there's no reason to leave something so obvious behind."
Elder Huang, who was standing nearby, immediately reminded him.
"Yeah, indeed."
Zhou Ruoxu nodded slowly, stroking the fabric in his hands, and continued:
"Take it back and let the people in the Inspectorate take a look. It's already good that they found any clues."
But at that moment, Li Baozheng suddenly said:
"Sect Master, I have a feeling this matter is inextricably linked to the Chaotic God Sect!"
"The Chaotic God Cult?"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding people were all taken aback, and Zhou Ruoxu even asked:
"Has Sect Leader Li made any discovery?"
"No, but I was thinking, isn't framing someone a skill of the Chaotic God Cult?"
Ding Yi said with a smile.
The truth is often mixed with falsehood, and lies themselves are not terrible. What is terrible is the truth mixed with lies. Ding Yi was very clear about this.
"this..."
As expected, Zhou Ruoxu did not continue speaking, but he clearly thought Ding Yi's words were correct.
"Even if it's the Chaotic God Sect, Baiyun Temple must have had contact with them. Otherwise, why would the Chaotic God Sect choose Baiyun Temple out of so many external evil spirits?"
Tong Guchun hurriedly called out from the side.
It's a mess! It's a mess! Hehehe!
Looking at Tong Guchun's expression, Ding Yi knew that he was convinced of his discovery. He couldn't help but find it amusing, but nodded in agreement.
"Elder Tong's words make sense."
"Well... never mind, take the plank and the things with you, search again, and if there are no clues, turn back!"
Zhou Ruoxu pondered for a moment, then gave the order.
They are just peripheral figures; all they need to do on this trip is find clues. The real deciding factor is the people above them.
The group then dispersed and continued searching for a while, but unfortunately they found nothing this time. They had no choice but to take a small boat and head back towards the ferry.
On the large boat in the middle of the lake, Ding Xiuzheng sat on a wooden stool in the cabin, listening to his subordinates' reports.
"Boss, they're gone."
Upon hearing this, Ding Xiu immediately nodded and said:
“These warriors are unreliable. Go and see if there are any traces down there.”
"Yes!"
The officer accepted the order and immediately went outside the cabin, leading several other officers to jump into the water, presumably to investigate underwater.
Ding Xiu himself was looking at a piece of waterweed in his hand, lost in thought.
On the other hand, Ding Yi returned to Baihe City the next morning.
Upon arriving at the Wanxiang Sect's headquarters, Zhou Ruoxu hurriedly left with what everyone had found, clearly heading to report to Fu Lousheng.
As for Ding Yi, he returned to his room and began to consider his next move.
It is clear that with the chaos caused by the Chaos God Sect, this marriage alliance is likely to fall through.
With Baiyun Temple in the south eyeing the region covetously, and if something else were to happen in Yizhou in the north, Ding Yi felt that Qingzhou was very close to descending into chaos.
Ding Yi understood that if these jinxes discovered his absorption of evil energy, he would become an enemy of the Divine Palace of the World.
There is only one way to live a truly peaceful life: to destroy all the jinxes and return this place to the era of warriors.
Therefore, reshaping the world is Ding Yi's goal at this moment, and let the spark of this goal be ignited in Qingzhou!
Thinking of this, Ding Yi pulled open his sleeve, revealing the nightingale wrapped around his arm.
The next moment, Ding Yi placed one hand on Nightingale's body and began to circulate the Exorcism Technique.
This time, however, he did not absorb lifespan, but instead chose to use the Peaceful Fiend on the Nightingale to improve his martial arts level.
After all, he has only just entered the Yuanqiao stage and has only managed to refine the essence of half of the acupoint.
At this rate, it would take many years to cultivate all 99 acupoints.
Moreover, this is the speed of cultivation using the method of worshipping gods. If he were a martial artist, he would probably remain at this level for the rest of his life.
Three days later, at Taiping Palace, Luosheng Pavilion.
A man in a long robe, with a scruffy beard, sat on a wooden plank in front of the pavilion, his chin resting on his hand, staring blankly at the scenery in front of him.
The attic was very high, and the floor where the man was located was about ten meters above the ground, just the middle floor of the attic.
Behind him, several figures knelt there, not daring to move. If you looked closely, you could even see that their bodies were trembling slightly.
"So, the person is dead?"
Master Fuliu scratched his armpit, then smelled it. A look of disgust appeared on his face as he asked a question.
"Yes, sir. A letter has arrived from the Yin-Yang Palace, saying that Lord Liu and his party... have all disappeared."
The person behind them spoke in a trembling voice; you could tell without looking that they were shaking all over.
"Ah, my beauty!"
Master Fuliu picked at his ear with his hand and said with some annoyance:
"Without a beautiful woman, how can I forge this magical artifact!?"
"Damn it, damn it! Sun Qiao'er is a member of the royal family with noble blood. I spent a lot of money to persuade the Yin Yang Palace. No, no."
"Wang Yuan! Wang Yuan!!"
As Master Fuliu finished speaking, he raised his voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire attic trembled slightly, and then everyone heard heavy footsteps coming from behind.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch!"
The wooden planks on the attic, unable to bear the weight, made a crisp tearing sound, and then a tall figure pushed through the crowd and stood behind Master Fuliu.
"grown ups."
Wang Yuan uttered a faint sound.
His towering three-meter frame made him appear like a small mountain standing before everyone.
The sunlight streaming into the attic from outside was mostly blocked by his body, plunging the entire attic into darkness.
What's even more chilling is the long spear that this person is carrying on his back.
The spear was pure white, with a shaft about the thickness of a bowl. But the most striking feature was the slightly undulating veins and blood vessels on the shaft, making the spear seem almost alive.
"Bring the person back."
Master Fuliu yawned and spoke slowly.
"Yes."
Wang Yuan agreed in a muffled voice, and then walked towards the railing outside the room.
Upon reaching the railing, Wang Yuan leaped, his massive body plummeting down like a boulder, leaving the nearby Master Fuliu speechless.
"Don't ruin my flowers and plants!!"
Before he could finish speaking, a loud crash came from below the pavilion.
"Damn it, this guy is crazy."
Master Fuliu covered his face, looking somewhat helpless.
But there's no other way; once Wang Yuan goes, all the problems will cease to be problems.