Chapter 30: The News Spreads The moon was dim at night, the ground was covered with blood, and the low buzzing of insects could be heard from the surrounding the two figures gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the horizon, the old man with a sheep's beard woke up as if from a dream. He bit his dry lips, his steps trembling with weakness, filled with regret and fear. The snake bone staff was broken into pieces, and the evil energy accumulated over the years was consumed in an instant, and he barely managed to save half his life. Thinking back to the giant axe that covered the mountains and rivers, the old man's clothes were soaked with sticky, cold sweat without him noticing. Looking around, every pool of tragic blood around him represented the death of an elite soldier of Quanxing, a total of 17 people. “Things are going to change” The old man with a sheep beard had a dim look in his eyes. He leaned against an old tree, tiredly blew a bronze whistle, and waited for support. Late at night, Lu family. In the study, the old man took the letter handed to him by the butler, slowly opened it and read it. My eyes followed the first line, scanning the scribbled handwriting until they reached the last line which was signed 'Changming Yegan'. The old man's face was ashen, his brows were furrowed, and veins like a dragon appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he was extremely angry. Even the atmosphere in the room became heavy and depressing.

Lu Xuan, who was standing beside him, had been in the business world for many years and had mastered the art of observing people's words and expressions. He also began to worry about the content of the letter, and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Uncle, is this about Trinity Gate? Or is it about the front line?" "See for yourself." Anger rose from his chest, and Old Master Lu didn't want to say more. He handed the letter to Lu Xuan. "No wonder Jin'er doesn't want to come back!" After learning the content, Lu Xuan was also shocked for a long time and said in a lost voice: "The roots of Miao Fa Xuan Men were dug up by Wu Gen Sheng and Li Mu Xuan just like this." "And the person who wrote the letter is extremely slanderous. It seems that Quan Xing is determined to fight to the death with Sanyi. Now is a chaotic time. If the two sides start fighting, who knows how many people will die." "Humph!" Mr. Lu was so angry that his beard stood up. He said, "If Quanxing can dig up the roots of Sanyi today, it can dig up the roots of other sects tomorrow. With such evil tendencies, the vicious people hiding in Quanxing will only become more rampant and uncontrollable." "Besides, we are definitely not the only ones who received this letter." "Someone is hiding behind the scenes, trying to muddy the waters. Coupled with what has happened before, a bloody battle between Quanxing and Sanyi is inevitable." Lu Xuan could sense deep worry in the old man's words. He seemed to foresee a bloody storm and couldn't help asking: "Then uncle, what should we do?" "Going down first is not a trivial matter. I need to think about it again and again and find a solution." Old Master Lu rubbed his temple, his wrinkled face showing a look of sadness. "it is good--" Lu Xuan clasped his fists and asked softly, "Should I send someone to find out about Jin'er? He may follow his disciples down the mountain to attack Quan Xing."

Mr. Lu was a little annoyed, and he relaxed his anger. Without even thinking about it, he immediately agreed: "Just watch. Avoid any accidents. If necessary, help the Trinity Gate no matter the cost." "Understood." Lu Xuan started to make arrangements. Looking at the letter on the desk, Mr. Lu was filled with thoughts and sighed: "Wu Gensheng, Chang Ming Ye Gan, you have caused such a big mess, I don't know if you can survive it." Longhushan also received a letter. "Master, this is the letter I received today. I give it to you." A young child in a Taoist robe respectfully handed the letter to Zhang Jingqing, who had just returned and sat down on the armchair. "Oh? Master, take a look." Zhang Jingqing rubbed the little Taoist boy's head lovingly, then opened the letter and saw the absurd content. The provocative tone and cruel facts made him feel very uncomfortable. The smile on his face froze and turned serious. "You really don't mind the big deal?" Zhang Jingqing slowly put down the letter. Seeing that he looked a little tired, the little Taoist boy said: "You must be tired after a long day. I'll make you a cup of tea to moisten your throat." "No thanks, little one." Zhang Jingqing pinched the Taoist boy's cheek, smiled kindly, and whispered, "Go and call your uncle Zhiwei for me." "Ah? Uncle Master went down the mountain to attend the market this morning and hasn't come back yet." The little Taoist boy looked confused and at a loss. Zhang Jingqing rubbed his forehead with a headache, "This evil creature, ah, it really makes me sad. When I was looking for him, he disappeared!" "Master, please stop saying bad things about my uncle." The little Taoist boy scratched his head, afraid that the old man might misunderstand him, and quickly explained: "He came down the mountain to buy you a new pair of shoes and some tea. He will probably be back later." "Okay, little guy." Zhang Jingqing sighed: "When he comes back and you see him, ask him to come see me." "Okay, Master, let me give you a back rub and massage your bones?" Unable to resist the baby's enthusiasm, Zhang Jingqing had no choice but to let it go. While holding the teacup on the table and drinking water, he closed his eyes and sighed: "If your uncle-in-law could be as sensible as you, I would have less worries." In just one day, the letter written by Yuan Jingui spread all over the country. All the famous and upright sects in the martial arts world, the well-established families, and even the evil cults, were aware of the uprooting of the Sanyi Sect. Some people were furious. Even though they were from other sects, when they heard about this, they still drew their swords and were determined to go down the mountain to fight the villain. Some people looked doubtful. They really couldn't accept that the immortal Daying, who once dominated the entire region, would end up like this. They died with hatred and unwillingness at the hands of the leader of Quanxing. Some people even trembled all over and laughed out loud like crazy after receiving the news. The silver light tore through the sky and struck the neighboring city. The prosperous ancient road was now silent and deserted.

Jiang Mo rode on the wind and came to find Yuan Jingui's address. His eyes locked on a house, he exchanged a glance with Lu Jin, and then rushed over. "boom!" The iron door was broken open by a palm and flew up. The room was dark and gloomy, looking eerie and strange. Lu Jin smelled a special, pungent smell in the air and frowned: "Uncle Master, it's the smell of gasoline from the rickshaw. That yeoman, Changming, might have known that we were going to cause trouble for him, so he fled with his family in advance." However, Jiang Mo stared at the building in a trance and ignored Lu Jin's reminder. "There are dirty things hidden here, with a very faint smell of evil, Jin'er, follow me in to search." "Okay, you take care of the first floor, and I'll go to the cellar." "Wow——!" Two afterimages flashed into the house. Pushing open the door, the strong, bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit him in the face. Jiang Mo simply walked around a few rooms and only found some talismans that had been burnt to ashes, mixed with a faint purple powder. "This smell. Could it be that Yuan Jingui is a pharmacist or a talisman maker?" Just as Jiang Mo was hesitating, Lu Jin's exclamation came from the cellar downstairs: "Uncle Master, come quickly, there is a corpse here——!" (End of this chapter)