Three days later, Zhang Yu received a report from his subordinates. It said that Si Wuzhang and Daoist Xingchuan had gone to the cave to search for evil cultivators, but this person had already left.
He was already mentally prepared for this result.
These evil cultivators knew that they were not liked by their peers, so they had been hiding in the Wilderness all these years. God knows how many underground caves they had built to hide in. If one did not put in a lot of effort, it would not be easy to find them.
However, before the results of the war in the north came out, he could not put all his forces into this.
Now, as long as those evil cultivators were forced to disappear and no longer perform blood sacrifices, he would have achieved half of his goal.
However, he thought that things would not end so easily.
Since there was someone behind the scenes who was deliberately guiding this matter, then if there was no result, the person behind the scenes might come up with some other tricks.
A few days later, when Shi Yue came to report, she said, "Xuan Zheng, recently, a fellow cultivator surnamed Mo came from the Lingmiao Mysterious Realm. I don't know what news he received, but he also came to investigate these evil cultivators. He hopes that we can provide some accurate information. How should we deal with this matter?"
Zhang Yu thought for a moment. Most of the evil cultivators were old cultivators. Previously, the Xuanfu's forces were scattered, and each sect only cared about their own affairs. No one would make enemies for no reason. Therefore, in the past few decades, it was the cultivators of the Lingmiao Mysterious Realm who had been chasing after the evil cultivators. Both sides had suffered casualties, and it could be said that there was a deep grudge between them.
However, he felt that it was a bit of a coincidence that they suddenly came to find him. However, since the other party came to ask for help according to etiquette, it was not good to refuse.
He said, "I can provide the information to this fellow Daoist. At the same time, I want to remind this fellow Daoist that this time, there might be someone behind this. Tell him to be more careful."
In a cave somewhere in the Wilderness, Daoist Pang looked at the blood-colored gravel in the jade plate on the table. He fiddled with it with his horsetail whisk and asked, "Junior Brother Zhao, is this all?"
Daoist Zhao, who was standing behind him, complained, "Senior Brother, the Xuanfu people have been tracking us down too closely. We've only managed to gather so much blood essence. It seems like we won't be able to hand it over by the end of the month."
Daoist Pang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You don't have to say these words to me. How could I not know that you still have a lot of private stashes? If you take them all out, you'll definitely be able to make up for it."
Daoist Zhao hurriedly explained, "Senior Brother, I …"
Taoist Pang waved his hand and interrupted him, "Alright, you don't have to explain to me. I don't intend to ask you to hand over your private stash."
He tapped the jade plate with the horsetail whisk in his hand and said, "All these years, we've always sent a fixed amount of blood essence to the continent, and we've always said that we've done our best. But now, if we suddenly send out more blood essence, wouldn't it mean that we've been lying all these years? So even if you're willing, I won't let you hand it in. "
Hearing that he didn't need to take his private stash, Daoist Zhao was relieved. But in the next moment, he couldn't help but worry, "Senior Brother, what do we do now?
To tell the truth, if Bai Xiu hadn't extended his hand and secretly passed on the information, those people in Lingmiao Mysterious Realm would have found us long ago, and we wouldn't have been able to exchange what we need with the continent. If this path is cut off, it'll be difficult for us to survive in the Wilderness. Only Xuanfu and those Xuanxiu are enough to deal with us. "
Daoist Pang said, "We've worked hard for Bai Xiu all these years, and it can be said that we haven't let him down. But this person's thoughts are deep, if we can't be used by him, then our end will be worrying. Moreover, we know a lot about him, so we can't stay here any longer."
Daoist Zhao said, "But where are we going?"
Daoist Pang slowly said, "To Shuang Continent."
"Shuang Continent?"
Daoist Pang said, "I've received news that those Gods and Monsters can't hold on any longer, and the next thing that the Qingyang and Qingyang Prefectures will deal with is Shuang Continent."
"Then why are we going …" Daoist Pang was halfway through his words when he reacted, revealing a look of interest, and said, "Senior brother, you mean …"
Daoist Pang chuckled, and said, "Before Shuang Continent was lost, the population was not small. After fifty or sixty years, the number will only increase, and once the war starts, who knows how many people will be killed or injured. If we use the blood sacrifice method there, no one will notice."
"Wonderful!"
Daoist Zhao also thought that this idea was good, "Although these people of Shuang Continent were originally Tianxia people, now they're different, no matter how many we kill, it won't be a problem."
Daoist Pang said, "With enough blood essence, we can also sacrifice and refine magic weapons. When the time comes, even if we meet the cultivators of Lingmiao Mysterious Realm, or Bai Xiu himself, we won't have to be afraid. But for this matter, we still need to bring a few fellow daoists with us."
Daoist Zhao also said, "Extremely, extremely, it's safer to have more people."
The two discussed for a while, and then a disciple came in from outside, bowed and reported, "Ancestor, the seniors have all arrived."
Daoist Pang waved his horsetail whisk to dismiss him, and then walked out with Daoist Zhao.
Outside, there were more than twenty cultivators sitting or standing, but including the two of them, there were only four who could cultivate to the level of Primordial Spirit Reflection.
Seeing them come out, everyone stood up and saluted. Although these people were all evil cultivators, from their appearance, each of them had the demeanor of a transcendent being, and their appearance was extraordinary.
Daoist Pang invited everyone to sit, and said, "Today, I've invited you here because the Wilderness is not a place to stay for long, we should find a place to go."
As he spoke, he gestured, and Daoist Zhao immediately came forward, and said what he just said.
Hearing this, the cultivators discussed among themselves, and all felt that this was a good idea. Most importantly, Shuang Continent could use blood sacrifice without restraint, this temptation was simply impossible to resist.
At this time, someone spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Pang, Fellow Daoist Zhao, since we're going to Shuang Continent, do we still need to hand in the blood essence we collected before?"
Before Daoist Pang could speak, a voice came from above, "I'm lacking a few magic treasures here, why don't you give your things to me?"
Everyone was shocked, and looked up, only to see a young man with red eyes and white skin standing in the sky, wearing a robe embroidered with peony patterns, looking unusually fresh.
Daoist Pang looked at the young man a few times, and his eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. In his memory, there was only one person with this appearance and clothing. He asked tentatively, "Sir … are you Ancestor Yuan Tong?"
Ancestor Yuan Tong looked over, and said with his hands behind his back, "I didn't expect a junior to recognize me, whose sect are you under?"
Daoist Pang hesitated for a moment. Although there were so many of them gathered together, evil cultivators rarely talked about friendship, and it was common for them to scheme against each other. However, in this situation, more than one person present knew his origin, and he couldn't hide it, so he cupped his hands and said cautiously, "I'm under the 'Mount Wangshu'."
Ancestor Yuan Tong nodded and said, "So you're Fellow Daoist He Yuan's disciple, speaking of which, he and I have some friendship.
Daoist Pang didn't dare to take this seriously, if another evil cultivator suddenly claimed to be friends with someone, it wouldn't be a good thing. Sure enough, he heard Ancestor Yuan Tong's next sentence, "Fellow Daoist He Yuan owed me a plate of 'Wuli Fruit' in the past, and he hasn't returned it to me yet. Since you're his disciple, you should return it for him."
Daoist Pang cursed inwardly, what did he mean by owed Wuli Fruit? According to the homonym of Tianxia, 'Wuli' meant 'unreasonable', and Ancestor Yuan Tong was clearly telling him that he was going to be unreasonable with him.
But he restrained himself, straightening his sleeves, and said, "Since that's the case, I'm willing to give all my blood essence to Senior."
Although this old devil was only a soul, he didn't want to compete with him unless he had no other choice. If something went wrong, he might even attract those Xuanxiu, so it didn't matter if he had less blood essence. When he reached the Frost Continent, he would find a way to sacrifice more blood.
Ancestor Yuan Tong looked at him and said indifferently, "You're quite flexible, but I'll tell you the truth, I never owe anyone anything. In order to not owe you anything, I have to help you transcend."
Daoist Pang knew that Ancestor Yuan Tong was determined to make things difficult for them, so he immediately took a few steps back and said loudly, "Everyone, this old devil has been dead for more than fifty years, and he's only a soul incarnation now. We don't need to fear him!"
Ancestor Yuan Tong stood there, not stopping Daoist Pang from speaking, but looking up, he said, "He's here."
"What's here?"
While the evil cultivators were puzzled, a sword light suddenly flew down, and a white-robed Daoist appeared behind them, with a jade sword on his back. His whole body was covered in spiritual light, as if he was wearing bright moonlight, full of immortal aura.
"Mo Guangchen!"
Daoist Pang looked back and found that Ancestor Yuan Tong had disappeared. Obviously, he just deliberately delayed them for a while, and didn't intend to fight them to the death.
The white-robed Daoist glanced down, his eyes overflowing with light, and said, "Good, you evil cultivators are all here, so I don't have to look for you one by one."
He knocked the sword hilt, and the flying sword on his back flew out, turning into a flowing rainbow, and rushed down to kill everyone. Suddenly, a bright light rolled up in the cave!
After Ancestor Yuan Tong left the cave, he came to the sky under the cover of night, and looked down at the fierce battle below.
After fighting for almost half a summer, several escape lights flew out from the ground and flew in different directions.
After a while, another sword light chased out from the ground, but it was far less sharp and bright than the previous one.
Black and red Evil Qi surged in Ancestor Yuan Tong's eyes, and then his body swayed, and he chased after the sword light.
The fight between the evil cultivators was not small, and Si Wuzhang and the others who were patrolling the Wilderness quickly found it, and found this underground cave of evil cultivators. After investigating it, he ordered people to investigate it, and wrote a letter to Fang Tai's station.
Zhang Yu received the news on the morning of the second day. Just as he was preparing to head over to that place, a disciple suddenly came to report, "Xuan Zheng, that fellow daoist Mo from the Spiritual Profound Realm is here. He said he has something to discuss with Xuan Zheng."
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