Chapter 324: 300 Troubles, Part 2

“I am Monk Hui Jue, greetings to Daoist Zhang Ying.” The other monk stepped forward, sniffed slightly, and made a Buddhist salute.

The monk had an ordinary appearance, dark skin, slightly protruding cheekbones, and a temperament that seemed typical of any monastery.

However, the moment Zhang Rongfang saw this person, his heart inexplicably tightened.

If Kongding gave him a feeling of stark contrast and deep impression,

then this Hui Jue gave a sense of constant observation and voyeurism, causing discomfort.

“So it’s Master Hui Jue. I wonder what brings you both here from afar? ” Zhang Rongfang smiled and continued to ask.

“The two of us monks are here specifically to extinguish the Rebel Sect.” Kongding replied with a smile.

Zhang Rongfang’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

“The Rebel Sect?”

“That’s right, we ask the Daoist for cooperation and assistance. The Rebel Sect is remnants of the Eastern Sect, previously spreading blasphemous words everywhere. Now is the time to eradicate them completely.” Kongding answered.

“I see…” Zhang Rongfang thought rapidly, “Masters, please come in. Let’s discuss further inside.”

“Good.” Kongding nodded.

The group quickly entered the inside of Agarwood Palace.

In a tea room,

Zhang Rongfang and Chen Han sat opposite Kongding and Hui Jue.

“Forgive my unsolicited visit, but I will be brief.” Kongding went straight to the point, “We suspect the Wanghai Temple case is related to the Rebel Sect left by the Eastern Sect. Since we haven’t found any clues, we decided to exterminate the Rebel Sect first. Perhaps we’ll find some traces.”

“I’ll do my best to assist, but as a Daoist of the Great Dao Teaching, I’m not skilled in martial arts… I might only handle some backup affairs.” Zhang Rongfang frowned.

“That’s alright, as long as you help us locate the members of the Rebel Sect. We’re new here, unfamiliar with the place, and don’t know where to start.” Kongding smiled.

“Of course, I will do my best.” Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

The two sat quietly in the tea room, conversing for an hour before Kongding and Hui Jue left the Dao Palace and returned to Wanghai Temple.

Shortly after they left,

Zhang Rongfang quickly summoned Zhang Zhenhai, hand-writing a letter for him to deliver to Zhang Yunqi, who was recovering.

Instruct him to take those who know his identity within the Rebel Sect far from Huangjing Mountain. Halt all experiments and other activities, erase all traces, and temporarily lay low.

The rest should resume daily routines and temporarily disregard the Rebel Sect.

“Daoist, Young Master Xue, Xue Ji, has now gone to the nearby military camp, probably to find those artillerymen and military experts who besieged the Thousand Teachings Alliance back then.” Zhang Zhenhai carefully kept the letter and reminded.

“Let him investigate.” Zhang Rongfang unconsciously thought of the two from the Western Sect.

“I have arranged everything, he will know what he desires.” He said softly.

The Rebel Sect lacks people who fear death.

Many of them are lone individuals who lost their families, driven by hatred against the Spiritual Veins and the Divine Spirit Court.

“I understand.” Zhang Zhenhai nodded and quickly left.

Zhang Rongfang stood alone, carefully sorting out recent affairs.

“But now it seems, this Xue Ji…is somewhat suspicious.” Zhang Rongfang recalled with eyes closed.

“This person’s mind isn’t deeply scheming; it doesn’t look like someone instigated him to seek trouble with me. More like he seeks the truth on his own.”

Compared to Xue Ji’s immature methods, it’s the two from the Western Sect that are truly troublesome.

Currently, as long as the key members of the Rebel Sect aren’t caught, he is likely safe.

But if caught, he must be ready to leave anytime.

He sighed lightly.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the distant cloudy sky.

In fact, he almost adapted to his current life.

The Eastern Sect identity has significant implications, and all Martial Artists of the Great Spirit won’t spare him.

Because this undermines the root of the entire god-worship system.

So, he doesn’t believe the Great Dao Teaching can protect him when that time comes.

It’s not worth the cost.

He sighed lightly, understanding.

When his identity as a human seed and the method to kill Spiritual Veins are fully exposed, it marks the end of his current peaceful life.

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Days later.

Xue Chengsi led the army out of Citong, escorting goods and slaves inland.

But his son, Xue Ji, did not leave with them. Instead, he stayed and continued investigating Princess Yongxiang’s case.

The relationship between father and son was peculiar.

Xue Chengsi could not control his son, and Xue Ji showed no concern for his father.

Moreover, Xue Chengsi and Xue Ji did not resemble each other in appearance.

This inevitably reminded people of rumors about the Xue family.

Rumors said Princess Yunxi was pregnant when she married, and Prince Consort Xue Chengsi might not be Xue Ji’s biological father.

A gasp…

Inside Agarwood Palace.

Zhang Rongfang gently poured the red wine from the jug, the white porcelain cup and the dark red pure wine complemented each other, appearing clearer in color.

Those who knew his identity in the Rebel Sect had already been sent out to sea to a prearranged secret island.

Currently, Citong was filled with informants from the Rebel Sect, Great Dao Teaching, and Thousand Stone Sect.

In Wanghai Temple, Western Sect monks cleaned the place and temporarily stayed inside.

Then they began inquiring everywhere for news.

Unfortunately, what they found out was exactly what Zhang Rongfang wanted them to know.

On the surface, Kongding and Huijue from the Western Sect had not taken any extraordinary actions, and everything seemed under control.

But there was still something elusive in Zhang Rongfang’s heart.

That was the whereabouts of Kongding and Huijue, which his men couldn’t follow.

Their skills were too advanced for anyone to keep up with.

So no one knew exactly what they had discovered.

In recent days, the Rebel Sect lost quite a few peripheral members. These unstable outsiders, who knew very little, were all sent out to be consumed by the opponent.

The true core members had long successfully hidden themselves and left Citong.

The entire Citong seemed devoid of any trace of the Rebel Sect, and everything appeared to quiet down.

Setting these minor issues aside.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and glanced at his current attribute panel.

’Zhang Rongfang—Life 168-169.’

All attribute points accumulated these days had been added to his life attribute.

Waiting to reach two hundred for a new qualitative change.

He picked up the wine cup, intending to take a sip while dining on freshly cooked appetizers.

Suddenly, a figure rushed swiftly from outside the room to the door, kneeling on one knee before him.

“Daoist! Something has happened!”

The one who came was Chen Han, now in charge of the entire security affairs of the Agarwood Palace.

“What happened?” Zhang Rongfang frowned and put down the cup.

“Young Master Xue, Xue Ji, ran into conflict with a hidden sect’s stronghold while investigating last night.

The mysterious expert accompanying him was severely injured, and he himself was wounded and unconscious. If it weren’t for our timely arrival and the other party’s reluctance to reveal themselves, I’m afraid….” Chen Han said solemnly.

“Do you know who the opponent was?” Zhang Rongfang’s expression shifted slightly.

“No, but the opponent used the Jade Feather Skill, one of the martial arts of the secret sect.”

Upon hearing of the Jade Feather Skill, Zhang Rongfang’s gaze remained steady.

This cultivation technique was something he had coerced a bit of information about during the interrogation of Han Jia, along with the confiscated manuals.

He was all too familiar with it.

“Where is Xue Ji?!” Zhang Rongfang frowned and stood up, thoughts swirling in his mind.

“Already brought in!” Chen Han replied.

Zhang Rongfang quickly followed him out of the room, through the corridor, and soon arrived at a clean hospital room filled with the smell of medicine.

Inside the room, the previously arrogant Xue Ji lay on the bed, unable to move.

Blood continuously seeped from his mouth and nostrils.

“Zhang Daoist, you must save our young master!!” Several strong guards rushed up, about to kneel and beg.

Now, in the whole of Citong, the top healers in medical skills were almost all gathered at the Agarwood Palace.

So they were compelled to plead.

Zhang Rongfang quickly stepped forward, examining Xue Ji’s condition, and his face immediately showed astonishment.

“The injuries are indeed severe, the internal organs have been damaged with great force. What exactly did you encounter? I’ve never seen such a degree of concussion injury before!”

He could determine that there was no holding back with these injuries.

Having arranged for such experts to ambush, and achieving only this level of injury, Xue Ji indeed had some audacious capability.

Originally, he had planned to have a Thousand Stone Sect expert disguise and severely injure this guy several times to scare him away.

Unexpectedly, he was somewhat capable.

“The assailant must have been a top-notch God Worship Expert of the secret sect!”

Standing beside the bed was an old man with pale hair and a white complexion.

The old man’s eyes were unusual, of a strange pale yellow.

“I was held up by another expert at that moment, caught off guard, which led to the young master’s injury! It’s my fault….”

The old man spoke in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Xue Ji lying on the bed.

Only then did Zhang Rongfang suddenly notice that there was another person in the room.

He was musing inwardly as he scrutinized the person.

The old man’s body was covered in dense silver strands, like mighty rivers rushing; the speed and flow far exceeded that of most people he had encountered.

Only the once-killed Kongxiang could slightly surpass this old man.

But Kongxiang possessed the Three Emptiness Gods Spiritual Veins.

This old man was merely a guardian expert for Xue Ji.

The two were simply incomparable….

Zhang Rongfang seemed to somewhat understand why Xue Ji dared to act so arrogantly….

He quickly administered an internal bleeding-stopping drug, then intercepted the meridians, forcibly halting the vascular bleeding.

Then it was time to wait for more experienced healers to come and deal with the complex injuries.

“Rest assured, it’s merely internal bleeding. Recuperate for a while, and it will be fine, just that some time will be needed before any martial arts can be practiced again.” Zhang Rongfang advised.

Xue Ji was backed by a royal princess; killing him directly wouldn’t be good, but severely injuring him, half-crippling him, was not much of an issue.

“Alas… I am Chen Zhong, thank you, Daoist, for your benevolence in overlooking past grievances to righteously save him.” The old man sighed, clasping his hands in gratitude.

At this moment.

Outside the room, atop a wall of the Agarwood Palace, a tall figure silently appeared.

The figure had a head of messy yellow hair and wore a silvery iron mask, revealing only the eyes and nostrils. His muscles were streamlined, without a hint of bulkiness.

“Where is Xue Ji!! Didn’t you want old me to know the consequences of offending you? Now I am here!”

The Iron Mask’s voice was like a drake’s, sharp and slightly aged.

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