The Three Realms Divine Sect had been on the decline for many years. Even if it still had some reputation, even if it could occasionally stir up some bad things, at least from the situation in the past ten years, this sect was no longer on the stage.
Hence, the tense and somber atmosphere was actually only within the True Immortal Alliance. In fact, most of it was only on the side of the Floating Clouds Agency. Of course, the order to investigate the Three Realms Divine Sect had already been issued by the higher-ups. Various forces had also started to move slowly. There were activities in the open and in the dark. However, at least on the surface, the Immortal City didn't seem to have changed much. At most, it was just a topic of conversation after a meal.
The former inspector of Fuyunji, Old Liu, finally handed over all his responsibilities on this day. He could be considered to have completely retired from his post. His feelings were a little complicated. He was a little disappointed, but also a little happy.
He was happy because being able to work in Zhenxianmeng was the most desirable and best choice for most cultivators, especially the disciples of the small and medium-sized sects. Here, they had the opportunity to get better resources and better opportunities, as well as the respect that they usually couldn't get. On the other hand, he was disappointed because of the price of those things. Many times, they had to sweat, bleed, or even risk their lives. But after he retired, all of that would come to an end.
Old Liu didn't know many people in Fuyunji, but he still had a few acquaintances. Therefore, on this day, everyone gathered together to drink for him. Unfortunately, the young man that he had high hopes for, Bian Zhe, had already left Immortal City a few days earlier due to his duties. Therefore, he couldn't send him on his last journey before he retired.
Old Liu was a little regretful, but it was also a very enjoyable thing to drink and chat with his other old brothers in Fuyunji. He was almost at the end of his journey, and most of the time, he had already seen through things, so he didn't have to hold back when he spoke. After drinking too much, he even half-smiled and half-seriously said some words that he wouldn't normally dare to say to his immediate superior who came to visit him.
That superior was a woman. She was usually stern and strict, but on this night, she just laughed it off and didn't take it to heart. On the contrary, the faces of the people around the table changed. They looked at Old Liu as if they were looking at a monster, and no one spoke.
Old Liu sensed something, but the alcohol got to his head and he couldn't react in time, so he didn't think about it anymore. When he slowly woke up, it was already the morning of the next day, and it was time for him to leave the Immortal City.
That morning, Old Liu broke out in cold sweat as he sat on the bed, and then he packed his bag and ran away. He didn't dare to stay in the Immortal City for a moment longer, and he didn't even care about his agreement with his old brothers to send him off.
Fortunately, he didn't encounter any accidents on his way out of the city. It seemed that the woman with the nickname "Black Widow" wasn't angry for once. Old Liu felt lucky in his heart, but at the same time, he was wary of his own stupidity. He had been cautious all his life, but he actually did such a stupid thing before he passed away.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, he walked out of the grand and majestic city gate of Immortal City and gradually walked away. On the bustling and crowded street outside the city, people came and went. Amidst the silence, amidst the hustle and bustle, a shrill cry suddenly came from afar. Many people did not even have time to react.
However, there were also people who heard the voice and clearly repeated it when they investigated. On that morning as usual, Old Liu, who was rushing out of the city, suddenly disappeared, and the last cry he left behind was like this: "Blood Warbler …"
However, the ordinary people didn't know the truth: Zhenxianmeng Fuyunji, the beloved general under True Lord Tian Lan, wielded great power in Fuyunji, and even in the enormous Zhenxianmeng, there was a famous leader, the Hall Master, who was a woman called Xue Ying, nicknamed Blood Warbler.
… ….
At daybreak, Dingdang and Lu Chen woke up.
Without saying anything more, Dingdang quickly left the place. Lu Chen sent her to the intersection and didn't continue down the mountain. He looked at the back of the woman who left in a hurry, and remained silent.
When she was on the mountain, did something happen?
Why did she look so weak and helpless last night?
Was she afraid of Lu Chen, afraid of death, or afraid of something else?
After that, she didn't say anything, and Lu Chen didn't ask again.
The days quickly calmed down again, or perhaps on the surface, these days never changed, forever repeating day after day. Dingdang didn't come to find Lu Chen again. That night in the darkness, she used a slightly trembling voice to say those words, as if they were just murmurs in the darkness, quietly drifting in the wind.
Lu Chen continued to live alone, occasionally going to the small tavern at the foot of the mountain to drink, but most of the time he stayed in his grass hut. Every day, he would try to re-cultivate on his own, but the aptitude of the Five Elements Divine Disc that he had been reborn with was a little too poor, making his path of cultivation extremely difficult. The spiritual power in his body was next to nothing, and he didn't make much progress with each day. However, Lu Chen didn't lose heart, on the contrary, he continued to persevere, and began to walk on this path that he had walked before.
As for the dark side of the Divine Disc, after that night, he didn't touch it again.
Because when he thought back to the situation in the darkness, Lu Chen clearly felt, at least at that moment, when the darkness was at its most turbulent, he faintly felt that he lost control of his own mind and body.
And that black spiritual power, from the two attempts, was almost certain to be related to slaughter and death. Lu Chen didn't fear blood, nor did he fear the darkness. In his silent years, these two things had always accompanied him through those days. However, if it was spiritual energy that could only be obtained through killing and death, this kind of thing still exceeded the limits of Lu Chen's heart. Moreover, there was an unremarkable but important matter that made Lu Chen subconsciously keep a little distance from the Divine Disc of Darkness.
It was a pot of strange sour rabbit meat.
… …
"Old Liu died."
The hot sun shone outside the house. Although it was a little cooler inside the pub, it wasn't much better. The sweat on Old Ma's head was still seeping out. He wiped it with a towel, half covering his face, and said in a flat tone to Lu Chen.
"How did he die?"
"The day he left Immortal City, he disappeared outside the east gate of Immortal City. Someone heard shouting, but no one found him. When he was found again, Old Liu was already a corpse, thrown in the black pine forest outside the west gate. Even his corpse had been half-eaten by wild beasts. "
Lu Chen was silent for a while, and asked, "Was it the Devil Cult?"
Old Ma sighed and put down the towel in his hand. Then, he said, "During this period of time, two Patrol Envoys of the Floating Clouds Division have died consecutively. Zhang Jiuping was definitely killed by the Devil Cult, but Old Liu can't be sure for now. For the time being, there are no traces of the Devil Cult on him. And … "
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