Chapter 548: Emperor's Secret Sect The Divine Envoy looked at the few people and said frankly: "These babies are all wanted by the Holy Emperor. We did not do it on our own." "The Holy Emperor has never mentioned this matter to my Great Divine Palace, so why did he ask you to do something that harms the heaven and earth?" The disciples of the Great Divine Palace said angrily. "I think you are clearly trying to use the Emperor's intentions to do some evil secret methods." "Don't worry." Su Mu comforted his fellow disciples, then looked at the envoy of the God Worship Society and said, "Since it is not the intention of the God Worship Society, then let us take these babies back. Hand them over to the emperor and explain the matter clearly." "Doesn't the special envoy understand?" The eyes of the envoy of the God Worship Association were gloomy, and there seemed to be murderous intent. "Since you don't listen to our good words, don't blame us for not showing mercy to the Grand God Palace." After that, the worshippers gathered around him. The instruments started spinning, shocking everyone in the crowd. "It seems that we have no choice but to force our way in." Su Mu said calmly. Jiang Wen smiled and said, "That's exactly what I want." Jiang Wen and Su Mu stood side by side, surrounded by dozens of monks from the God Worship Society. The divine light shone through the glazed windows on top of the altar, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone floor. "Special Envoy Su," the Divine Worship Association's envoy said sinisterly, "it's not too late to retreat now." Su Mu quietly gathered spiritual power on his fingertips: "What if we really want to see the secret of this altar?"

A precious sword flew out of the sleeve of the divine envoy: "Then leave your life behind!" Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wen suddenly threw out three talismans. The talisman paper exploded in mid-air, turning into sparks all over the sky. Everyone in the worship meeting subconsciously closed their eyes, and when the gold powder dispersed, Jiang Wen and others were no longer seen in the field. "Chase!" the oracle of the God Worshipping Society roared in frustration. At this moment, Jiang Wen was dragging Su Mu to stand on the beam of the altar dome. There were chaotic footsteps below, and the light and shadow of the torches swayed on the murals. Those murals depicted strange rituals - people with bull heads and human bodies kneeling in a pool of blood, countless babies suspended in the air, and a golden crack in the sky. "Look here." Jiang Wen said in a breathy voice. He tapped the corner of the mural with his finger, where there was a vague figure wearing a twelve-tasseled crown. It looked like a dragon, standing on a high platform. Su Mu was slightly stunned: "The Holy Crown of the Son of Heaven" Suddenly, there was a sound of iron chains dragging on the ground from below. Two members of the God Worshipping Society dragged a sack into the center of the altar, and faint cries came from the sack. Jiang Wen held down Su Mu who was about to rush down and shook his head. The disciple untied the sack and found a blue baby boy. There was a bloody spell painted on the baby's chest, and the crying sound became weaker and weaker. "The 672nd one." One of the disciples sighed, "If we don't succeed, the God's messenger will get angry again." “Shut up!” Another hurriedly looked around, “Do you want to be thrown into a pool of blood?” The two put the baby into the groove on the stone platform and hurriedly retreated. Just as Jiang Wen was about to move, the altar floor suddenly shook. The groove slowly sank, revealing a deep corridor below. "Follow me." Jiang Wen landed silently, and a green flame ignited at his fingertips to illuminate. The walls of the corridor were covered with mucus and smelled fishy. Su Mu suddenly grabbed Jiang Wen's sleeve and pointed at the base of the wall: "Look at this." Under the green flame, a few golden dragon scales were embedded in the cracks of the stone. Jiang Wen picked up the scales and felt icy cold. This was not a real dragon scale, but rather a fragment of some magic weapon. There was a sound of water coming from the front. Turning the corner, the two were shocked by the scene in front of them - in the underground palace of a hundred feet square, nine bronze tripods were arranged in the shape of a Big Dipper. In each tripod, there was a baby floating. Upon closer inspection, the babies were connected by golden threads, which finally gathered to the jade coffin in the center. "Is this a...stealing the sky and changing the day formation?" Su Mu's voice trembled, "They want to change the fate!" The jade coffin suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the coffin lid slowly moved away. Jiang Wen quickly pulled Su Mu behind the stone pillar. A black mist rose from the coffin, and a human figure could be vaguely seen. "It's not enough." A hoarse voice echoed in the underground palace, "We need to gather at least 881 pure yin boys." Black Mist suddenly turned to where the two were hiding: "Who's there!?"

Jiang Wen stretched out his hand, and a yellow teleportation talisman shattered. At the moment when the space was distorted, he saw a scaly hand reaching out from the black fog. It was already three o'clock in the morning when we returned to You's house. Bai Jing was wrapping an unconscious baby with a fox tail, and Yu Shiqi was preparing a medicine soup. "We intercepted them in the west of the city." Yu Shiqi gently stroked the baby's blue face, "They planted a Yin Gu in the child's heart vein. If it is not cured within three days, it will..." Jiang Wen placed the dragon scale fragment on the table: "Look at this." Bai Jing stepped forward and dipped the medicine into the scales. The golden color gradually faded, revealing the dark red lines underneath. "These are scales mixed with dragon blood, similar to the real dragon scales under the Happy House. It seems that Chi Yao paid tribute to the emperor with a lot of good things." After hearing this, Jiang Wen thought of the matter of the real dragon. Suddenly, Su Mu at the side started to cough violently, and his rolled-up sleeves revealed black veins. Jiang Wen grabbed his wrist and looked at him with surprise: "Are you poisoned?" "It's been a long time." Su Mu smiled bitterly, "It's okay, I'll go back to Taishen Palace." "Sit down." The concubine who was originally taking care of the baby came over and looked at him solemnly. Then she stretched out her hand to tear open his collar, and there was a dark palm print on his chest. "This is the secret technique of Jiazi. If you don't understand it, your soul will be scattered in fifteen days." "The Jiazi secret technique?" Jiang Wen was puzzled. "The Jiazi Secret Technique is the secret technique of our Taiping Dao. It is a life-for-life exchange. It is difficult for people who don't understand the Taiping Secret Technique to understand it." Master Yu's concubine shook her head and said, "But this kind of secret technique can only be practiced by the Taiping Dao Hall Master and above. How did you fall for it?" "It's just that something happened." Su Mu seemed reluctant to mention it, and Jiang Wen didn't ask any more questions. "Is there a solution?" Jiang Wen asked. "It requires the water from the spiritual spring and the secret technique of peace to resolve it." Master Yu's concubine sighed. "But the water from the spiritual spring is hard to come by..." Jiang smiled when he heard this and took out a jade bottle from his storage bag: "Use this." The bottle contained the water from the spiritual spring. The concubine of the Rain Master mixed the water with the spiritual spring, and the house was immediately filled with a strange fragrance. Su Mu drank the water from the spiritual spring, and the concubine of the Rain Master performed a secret technique, and the black air gradually dissipated. "Thank you very much, Master Jiang, for saving my life, but what was that thing just now?" Su Mu asked, panting. Jiang Wen nodded when he heard this, and the Taixuan Mirror appeared in his hand: "I just used the Taixuan Mirror to record this thing, so I can take a look at it." The mirror appeared, and the scene of the altar of the God Worship Society emerged - the black mist in the coffin was seen engulfing the God Worship Society's envoy. Amid screams, the envoy's flesh and blood turned into black mist and merged into the jade coffin. Bai Jing's tail stood on end, and he asked in shock, "What kind of monster is that?" "Taiping Dao magic, half dragon body, defy fate and change destiny." Master Yu's concubine suddenly said, "I have seen it in the ancient books of Taiping Dao. It requires the blood of 881 pure yin boys to reshape the meridians and seize the opportunity of heaven and earth again." Everyone was silent. The sound of night watchmen was heard outside the window. The gong was struck three times. "In a few days, there will be a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the heavens." Su Mu suddenly said, "The emperor will personally visit the Imperial Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices to the heavens." "If you want to know the mystery, the Imperial Observatory may have records of it." Jiang Wen looked out the window towards the direction of the Imperial Palace with a distant gaze: "It seems we have to visit the Imperial Observatory." The next morning, Jiang Wen disguised himself as a traveling doctor and came to the back alley of the Imperial Observatory. Yu Shi's concubine had already bribed the servants and led him to the dark room of the library. "You can only wait for half an incense stick." The servant whispered, "Someone will take over at 3:30 in the morning." Jiang Wen went straight to the astrological records. Suddenly, his hand stopped on a certain file - the records of the last ten years of the star-star guarding the heart had all been tampered with, so where should the real records be hidden? "Click." The sound of the mechanism turning was heard. Jiang Wen dodged and hid in the shadow of the bookshelf, only to see a hunchbacked old official lifting up the floor tiles and taking out an iron box. After the old official left, Jiang Wen followed the same method to open the secret compartment. On the parchment scroll inside the iron box, there were bloody words: "In the 23rd year, Mars entered the Purple Star, and the Emperor's Star became dim."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside. Jiang Wen quickly copied down the key points, put the iron box back in place, and then disappeared into the Imperial Observatory. (End of this chapter)