Chapter Thirty-Six: Seeking

courtiers debated in a flurry of opinions, rising and falling like waves. Their voices were loud, but none offered a clear plan.>There's no other reason. Qi's strength is deeply ingrained in everyone'...When the snow-colored light shield shrouding the Grand Master's Building shattered, a deafening boom echoed.

Perhaps some noticed, but in the midst of fear, who among the Qingyun Sect cultivators would care!

The real enemy attacking Qingyun Pavilion isn't that numerous.

...even just four.

But each one, was terrifying.

A fat man, carrying a steel knife, did not use the knife to slash people. He rampaged through everything and everyone in his path. Anyone he hit, whether they were in the Heavenly Realm, the Dragon Soaring Realm... or even the Inner Palace Realm, died instantly from the impact.

A barrage of martial arts strikes slammed into him, tearing at his flesh and leaving him looking gruesome. He roared intermittently, venting his pain.

But what truly terrifying was... each and every one of those who performed the ritual against him, mysteriously died after their spells were cast!

Or blood flowing from the seven orifices, or the body separating, or flesh and blood dissolving.

The mighty Zong Shou Feng Ye, after striking this fat man with a powerful Taoist technique, froze stiff and died with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Later, the bruised and battered fat man ran back and forth at the gate of Qingyun Pavilion, no one dared to block him or attack. He was practically chasing every cultivator on the mountain by himself.

His mouth was screaming wildly, and those being chased were all terrified out of their wits.

A woman, wearing a mask devoid of features, moved in an eerie and ghostly manner. She flitted about, appearing and disappearing at will. Every time she showed herself, a cultivator would meet their demise. One couldn't grasp her, escape her, or avoid her. She was like the deep night, easily enveloping death.

A young man with blood-red eyes, wielding a short dagger, killed one person and gouged out their heart every time. Many disciples of the Qingyun Pavilion were intimidated by his bloody and murderous aura, collapsing without even fighting back.

The most normal-looking one was a thin man, with no terrifying behavior. But it was this very man who firmly blocked Qingyun Pavilion's Sect Leader, Chi Dingfang, preventing him from paying attention to anything else.

The entire Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate was surrounded by a ghostly mist formation. Within the thick black fog, cries of ghosts echoed endlessly. Those Qingyun Pavilion cultivators who panicked and ran into the ghostly mist did not emerge alive.

Qingyun Pavilion is not a clay sculpture or wood carving, it can't just sit idly by while the enemy sets up their formation outside the gate. Therefore, the power fluctuation of this ghostly mist array is actually not very strong. It should only be a temporary setup using an array disk, and the grade of the array disk is not very high.

Actually, as long as a powerful warrior from outside the city makes a move, it would be enough to shatter it.

However, the attackers who assaulted Qingyun Pavilion first targeted the strong cultivators of its outer halls. Zong Shouchi and Feng Ye died in battle one after another. The only outsider among the Zongshi, Zhang Yuliu, was being chased by that fat man up and down, with no energy to spare elsewhere. The remaining Zongshi, Feng Yue, could only organize the disciples of the sect to stubbornly resist.

Looking at the entire battle within the mountain gate.

It wasn't a contest of equals, but a bloody massacre.

Just four people, trapping and encircling the entire Qingyun Pavilion.

Jiang Wang's strike shattered the protective barrier surrounding the Headmaster's Hall, allowing him to step into the core of Qingyun Pavilion.

The worldly strife had nothing to do with him, he only focused on searching for the lost architecture of Yun Ding Xian Palace with Baiyun Tongzi, grasping every moment.

Don't pay attention to the elegant and refined attic decoration, don't care about the dazzling array of magic tools, Taoist stones, or those manuals of spells and scriptures.

All he wanted was the Qingyun Pavilion!

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The entire main building had three floors, each more exquisite than the last. However, after searching every corner of all three floors, I still found nothing.

Baichuntongzi remained oblivious, sensing nothing of the lost building's forlorn aura.

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Jiang Wang confirmed he had searched every corner, even finding a secret room. The martial arts techniques and magical artifacts stored in the Sect Master's Building were indeed worth careful guarding on a daily basis.

But the lost buildings of YunDing XianGong are indeed nowhere to be found.

Could it be that the lost building, sharing the same name as Qingyun Pavilion, has already been lost to history

Jiang Wang did not allow himself to be consumed by confusion and distress. Instead, he immediately and decisively left the Headmaster's Tower and set off for his next planned destination.

He was certain that Qingyun Pavilion had not been lost. The once- glorious Yun Ding Xian Palace must have some means to protect the possibility of the palace's recovery. Lingkong Hall had moved several times but never lost its structure. Qingyun Pavilion should be even less likely to have been lost.

It is not here, but there.

And if this lost building of Qingyun Pavilion were still standing, it would inevitably be sensed by the White Cloud Fairy and unable to resist the allure of Yun Ding Immortal Palace.

Then there are only the core family compounds of Fengchi and Liangmai left.

Jiang Wang felt the battle in front of the mountain from afar, estimating how much time he had left, while flying through the air.

The two branches of the Fengchi clan each have a core family courtyard in Qingyun Pavilion, representing the glorious history of their ancestors.

But only after becoming the sect master can one reside in the family courtyard.

Therefore, these two homes will always have one vacant.

Having lived in Qingyun Pavilion for more than half a month, Jiang Wang was already familiar with the terrain. He made a beeline through it and entered the empty courtyard at top speed.

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This is the core ancestral home of the Feng family.

It covers a wide area and has a simple layout.

But the moment he pushed open the door, he saw a familiar figure turning away in a panic—Feng Ming!

It seems he just hid here, looking panicked and out of breath.

"Songhai!" Seeing Jiang Wang, he let out a breath of relief: "You escaped too"

He panicked again: "What are we going to do There's a large army outside, we can't escape, we might die this time."

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"Aren't you supposed to be at the front line" Jiang Wang frowned.

"I just finished discussing with my father, it'll take time to smooth things over... Let's not talk about that." Feng Ming gasped for breath: "Song Hai, you have an idea, what should we do now"

If he and Feng Yue had already left, they might have been intercepted on the way. Just like Chi Lu.

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Thinking about it this way, I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse that I didn't go.

“To end up like this. All I can do is do my best and accept fate.” Jiang Wang shook his head. “What else can I do”

"No, no, no." Feng Ming seemed to have grasped a lifeline, his excitement rising: "You're not simple! I knew you weren't simple!"

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He took a few steps closer to Jiang Wang, his voice even pleading: “For what I’ve done for you, don’t run away alone. Song Hai, help me, please! Take me with you!”

In this world, are there really any fools

Even someone like Feng Ming, who is young and inexperienced, and puffed up with self-importance, isn't always as impulsive and naive as he often appears.

"Yu Songhai is being used by him, but isn't he also using Yu Songhai"

From the time I met Jiang Wang to now, all he has given is introducing Jiang Wang into Qiong Yun Ting. But with Jiang Wang's help, his influence has grown day by day, and he has been increasingly valued by Feng Yue and other elders. If you think about it… it hasn't been a losing deal at all.

Jiang Wang remained silent, walking past him directly. Time was tight; he just wanted to get the Qingyun Pavilion and then find a chance to escape, without time to continue flattering Feng Ming here.

"You came to the Qingyun Pavilion for a purpose, didn't you"

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Feng Ming suddenly shouted from behind him, “Are you secretly looking for something, aren't you What do you want I can help you, as long as you can save me!”

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I really underestimated him...

Jiang Wang turned around abruptly: "How can you help me"ng: observe the Tian family.Under the pretense of seclusion, I remain hidden, observing things firsthand without relying on others.On the twenty-first day of the seventh month in the year five and fif...