Chapter 315: 291 Investigation, Part 1

“Who are you all!?”

Xiang Tiantong’s heart sank. But no one responded.

He also saw those black-clad figures climbing up along the ropes.

Many among them moved with such swiftness that they were clearly well above ordinary fighters.

With just a casual glance, Xiang Tiantong noticed at least four of them were adept fighters.

One of them even belonged to a grade above the sixth, defeating crew members with every move.

Moreover, these people’s numbers far exceeded those of the Golden Wing Pavilion members on the ship.

At this moment, Black Eagle was already engaged in a fight with the enemy, but it was completely one-sided, and he could only rely on his body technique to temporarily evade. Seeing that it wouldn’t be long before he was defeated.

Xiang Tiantong’s expression changed slightly. Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, he picked up the note and turned to leap towards the safety of the ship’s railing.

Bam.

As his toe pressed heavily on the railing, he used the force to leap into the air.

The rippling blue sea below reflected the blue sky and white clouds, clear as jade.

Swish!

At that moment, a black hook rope shot from behind, fiercely hooking onto his ankle.

A forceful pull dragged him back.

Xiang Tiantong reversed his grip to cut the rope, but his body had already been pulled back.

Looking back, he saw a slender woman with a single ponytail and a sword on her back, drawing an arrow aimed at him.

Whoosh!

The arrow turned into a black line, shooting towards his chest, even producing a sharp whistle in mid-air.

It was evidently a specially made arrow, and its force was immense.

Xiang Tiantong’s face turned grim as he rotated his body, narrowly avoiding the arrow’s path before it could reach him.

The arrow grazed past him, missing its mark.

His robe’s back spread suddenly, like a sail catching the wind, gliding him away into the distance.

Onboard, Zhang Zhenhai nocked another arrow.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three arrows sounded, missing again, as Xiang Tiantong effortlessly evaded with dramatic agility.

“Such an impressive body technique!” Zhang Zhenhai’s eyes flashed with admiration.

Abandoning the bow, she leapt over the ship’s railing, diving towards the sea. She was prepared to swim in pursuit.

The man was clearly significant and could not be allowed to get away!

Splosh!

Sound of water splashed.

Xiang Tiantong reached the wild coastline, glanced around swiftly, and dashed off into the distance.

The fact that the other party dared to attack him at the port showed that staying in Citong was no longer safe.

Therefore, he had to leave immediately, hide himself, and ensure his safety!

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his skin, looked to the right, and saw a massive black shadow that had unknowingly appeared on the previously barren rocky beach.

“Can you tell me where the person you captured is?”

The shadow lifted its face, revealing a black mask.

The mask had a vertical scar on the forehead, seemingly a Golden Wing Pavilion mask that had its silver lining scraped away.

Xiang Tiantong’s heart tightened, he said nothing, and activated the Golden Roc Secret Record Body Skill, suddenly changing direction and sprinting to the left.

“Such fast body technique.”

Zhang Rongfang watched as the opponent changed direction and sprinted without hesitation, his eyes revealing admiration.

Such a body technique, even ordinary Super Grade might not compare, and its flexibility was extremely high.

“If it were anyone else, you might escape, but…”

Raging Qi and blood surged into his legs, circulating in a complex and wondrous manner, pulsating.

’Shrinking Step.’

“Threshold.”

“Heavy Mountain!!”

Bam!!!

The ground cracked instantly.

Zhang Rongfang’s muscles swelled and went red, charging forward.

A black line streaked quickly across the beach, brushing past Xiang Tiantong’s side.

Crack!

The flying knife shattered, the broken blade spinning and landing on the ground.

Zhang Rongfang stopped, turned to face Xiang Tiantong, who also had halted.

“Sorry, I hit a bit too hard, I didn’t expect you to be this weak.”

Thud!

Xiang Tiantong’s entire waist split open from the side, creating a huge gash.

Blood splattered out.

“You…..!!?” He glared fiercely at Zhang Rongfang with a contorted face.

In that instant, he had reacted in time, using the flying knife in his hand to block.

Unfortunately, the opponent’s strength far exceeded his imagination.

The flying knife broke, and his side was penetrated head-on.

More bizarrely, why was his hand unscathed!!?

Under such high-speed tremendous force.

The collision of the hand and knife, but the knife broke?!

No… it’s… Hard Skill and Eagle Claw Skill!?

In an instant, Xiang Tiantong suddenly understood that from the moment he received the information about the collusion between the Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching and the Rebel Sect, everything was already destined.

“Do you think killing us… won’t expose you!? Just wait…. someone will avenge us…. someone will….”

The last words couldn’t be finished, as Xiang Tiantong knelt, collapsing forward, his breath fading.

Zhang Rongfang walked closer, savoring the words just spoken by the man.

“Revenge?”

He squinted his eyes.

“In the whole of Citong, who else could avenge you? Who dares to avenge you?”

His gaze swept over a distant rock, where a hidden gaze quickly turned away, like a startled fawn.

But it was useless, as soon shadows quickly approached from afar.

The owner of that hidden gaze immediately wanted to run, but it was too late. They were soon captured and dragged away.

“Young Master!” Zhang Zhenhai came out of the water, drenched, and approached from the side, glancing at the body on the ground.

“I made a mistake.” Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly, “I thought his body technique was so strong that his power would be Super Grade, but it turned out to be just a typical Ninth Grade. I hit a little too hard and killed him directly.

Also, in his previous words, he hinted that others might know this intelligence. Have you found any clues?”

“There’s a clue.” Zhang Zhenhai said in a deep voice. “We’ve captured Bai Ying of the Golden Wing Pavilion. According to him, since the Golden Wing Pavilion joined the Western Sect, all slightly important intelligence must be simultaneously copied to the local Western Sect leader.”

“Western Sect?” Zhang Rongfang’s brow furrowed tightly.

The Western Sect was strong enough to drag the Eastern Sect into the water in the past, leading to its complete destruction, which showed its immense power.

If there was any civilian power in Great Spirit that he least wanted to have conflict with, it would be the Western Sect.

But now…

“Is this true?” he asked in a deep voice.

“It’s true, we killed five people, interrogated twelve, and their testimonies were consistent!” Zhang Zhenhai said coldly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his words.

“Where’s the Western Sect stronghold in Citong?” Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment, then asked.

“It’s Wanghai Temple!” Zhang Zhenhai looked at Zhang Rongfang with concern. “Young Master, what should we do now?! Godfather has made arrangements, and if needed, we can prepare death warriors for you to kill, which could clear your suspicions! I’m also willing to die for you!”

During this time, all members of the Rebel Sect saw the hope gradually rising in Zhang Rongfang.

His strength was advancing at an astonishing pace, and now even the strongest leader couldn’t force him to reveal his full power.

To the members of the Rebel Sect, he was the true dawn for avenging everyone and overturning the worshiped Martial Artists!

Zhang Rongfang was moved, looking at the girl who had been loyally by his side from the start.

He reached out, gently touching her tender cheek beneath the mask.

“Suspicion?….. This is Citong, not the Great Capital, nor the True Buddha Temple.”

“As long as we deal with everyone who knows, everything will be peaceful….”

“Young Master!?” Zhang Zhenhai’s pupils contracted, hearing the true meaning behind those words.

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The Western Sect Temple—Wanghai Temple.

The abbot of Wanghai Temple was Zen Master Wangshu of the Western Sect—Kongxiang.

Kongxiang hailed from the True Buddha Temple, a senior monk in the ’Kong’ generation, second only to the ’Yuan’ generation.

This person was extremely powerful, ugly in appearance, and had a violent temper. He was one of the few who were very unwelcome even at the True Buddha Temple.

So he was straightforwardly sent to Citong, responsible for selecting overseas beauties for the Sixteen Celestial Demon Dances.

At this moment inside Wanghai Temple.

Kongxiang held two graceful young girls in his arms, all three of them without a stitch on.

Below in the main hall, several other women were dancing gracefully.

These women too wore no clothes.

Some of the women had tears at the corners of their eyes but had to maintain their dance poses.

What set them apart was that none of the women had black hair or black eyes; some had red hair, some blond, and some flaxen long hair.

Their eye colors were blue, purple, brown, but not black.

“Move more freely! Lift your legs higher! Damn it, you all are far worse than the previous batch!” Kongxiang held one of the girls by his side, looking dissatisfied.

“The beauty of the dance! Do you even understand what beauty is? Do you understand the meaning of Zen? Huh??”

“Are you trying to embarrass me at the end of the year with such sorry excuses??!”

The women below trembled all over, their faces pale.

Several of them had already been skinned alive and sliced hundreds of times for crying out during previous performances.

This temple of Kongxiang’s had over a hundred martial monks assigned, with countless experts, heavily guarded.

This was all to continually import goods from overseas through Cituogang Port, sending them to the three great capitals for the Spirit People’s aristocrats to enjoy.

Looking at the batch in front of him, which was much worse than the last time, Kongxiang frowned, about to erupt with anger again.

“Abbot! Abbot! There’s an urgent report!”

A burly, dark-skinned monk ran in, greedily eyeing the mass of nude women inside before handing a piece of paper to Kongxiang.

“An urgent report?” Kongxiang suppressed his fury, knowing his subordinates wouldn’t dare interrupt his training with trivial matters at such a time.

Especially not during this critical moment of selecting the goods meant for shipment to the three great capitals.

Accepting the paper, Kongxiang glanced over the content casually.

Initially indifferent.

“Hmm?!”

Suddenly he reacted, his gaze tightening as he carefully reread each word to make sure he hadn’t misread it.

“The intelligence was sent by the Golden Wing Pavilion??” he said with a serious expression.

“Indeed! And it was sent through the most covert channel urgently encrypted by the Golden Wing Pavilion!” the dark-skinned monk answered respectfully.

“Interesting, unexpectedly…. the esteemed Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching has unclear relations with the rebels.

Considering this Zhang Ying’s background, he originates from the Golden Wing Pavilion and has unclear ties with the Rebel Sect…he might be one of the three major human resources of the Eastern Sect from back then…”

He was silent for a moment, squinting in thought.

“Well then, have someone immediately copy this note thirty times and deliver them separately to the main temple via carrier pigeons! Also, find a good place to hide the two captured from the Rebel Sect.” Kongxiang grinned widely.

“Understood!”

“Dismissed, dismissed!” Kongxiang pushed away the two girls beside him. This interruption dampened his enthusiasm to continue.

The dark-skinned monk quickly left to arrange for people to copy the intelligence.

Suddenly, the temple’s main door resounded with a muffled boom.

From the direction of the door, a string of dreadful cries from monk martial artists rang out continuously.

“Enemy attack!! Someone has breached the temple!!”

Angry shouts from monks emerged from the forecourt of Wanghai Temple.

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