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He saw the whole picture of the plan.
A scheme centered on luring the tiger away from the mountain, using the "Nine Heavens Sect" disciples he imprisoned in the Demon-Subduing Cave as bait, with each step meticulously planned and executed with utmost precision...
And in the end, among those countless fragments of memory, all the images were frozen on one face.
It was a handsome, youthful face, even with a touch of naivety and innocence... that of a young Taoist disciple.
Then he saw the young Taoist boy tear off his disguise and bow deeply to Tian Jinzhong…
Gong Qing, the acting leader of the Quanxing Sect!
The one who always followed behind Tian Jinzhong, cheerfully calling him "Master Tian," and whom everyone, including himself, regarded as an ordinary new disciple... was the acting leader of the Quanxing Sect!
It was him who disguised himself as a Taoist novice, lurking in Longhu Mountain for months, and fooled everyone!
It was he who orchestrated this diversionary tactic to lure everyone away and rescue the Nine Heavens Sect disciples from the Demon Subduing Cave!
When all the clues suddenly connected at this moment, when that honest smiling face overlapped with the bloody, mangled hole in Senior Brother Tian's chest.
"boom--!"
The last thread of reason in Zhang Yunyuan's mind snapped completely!
An indescribable, pure, and extreme killing intent erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating for millions of years!
That killing intent was no longer a simple emotion, but transformed into a visible, pitch-black, tangible aura that soared into the sky from his body, causing the surrounding night sky to change color and elicit wails and howls!
He slowly stood up, and all expression vanished from his handsome face, leaving only a deathly stillness and chilling coldness.
He no longer glanced at the few men on the ground who were already terrified by his killing intent. He unleashed his full power of Primordial Qi, crushing them all.
Then, with a swift movement, he transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through the sky, hurtling from the mountaintop straight down to the foot of the mountain!
"Gong—Qing—!"
A roar exploded deep within his soul!
Those who block my way, die!
On the mountain path, the Quanxing demons who were still fighting with the disciples of Longhu Mountain suddenly felt a fear that made their souls tremble, a fear originating from the most primal source of life, sweeping in from the direction of the mountaintop.
They instinctively looked up.
A black streak of light swooped down at a speed that exceeded the limits of their visual perception!
Where the light passed, time seemed to stand still.
A Quanxing demon who was locked in combat with disciples of Longhu Mountain had his sinister grin still on his face when, without warning, his body was neatly split in two, turning into two charred, charred remains that crashed to the ground.
A demon wielding a magical weapon, about to launch a sneak attack, had his head explode as if crushed by an invisible force before he could even activate his Qi, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.
One, two, ten, a hundred...
That black lightning bolt was a scythe of death, reaping lives.
Wherever he went, all the Quanxing demons he encountered, regardless of gender, age, or cultivation level, were killed by him with a single move, none of them escaping!
His methods were simple and direct, yet extremely cruel.
There were no dazzling thunder spells, no profound Daoist energy, only the purest, most primal... slaughter!
By the time he reached the foot of the mountain, the four madmen of Quanxing, Yuan Tao and others had already been terrified by the earth-shattering killing intent before Zhang Zhiwei arrived. They immediately chose to flee for their lives and had already disappeared without a trace.
The entire area at the foot of Longhu Mountain has been transformed into a true hell on earth.
Blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere.
Zhang Yunyuan stood quietly in the center of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood. His simple Taoist robe was already soaked in blood, turning into a chilling dark red.
He slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes gazing in the direction Gong Qing had fled. His icy killing intent seemed to transcend the distance of time and space, locking firmly onto that name.
Chapter 190 The dust settles, but lamentations rise.
When Zhang Zhiwei returned to Longhu Mountain with Lu Jin and the others, who had regained their senses, were freed from the triple reversal of life, and were exhausted, they were greeted not by the expected aftermath of the disaster, but by a deathly silence.
At the foot of the mountain, the area that should have been the headquarters of various factions was now shrouded in an overwhelming stench of blood.
Everywhere you look, there are severed limbs and corpses lying haphazardly all over the mountain path. Blood has formed small streams, staining the cracks in the bluestone slabs dark red.
Even Lu Jin, a seasoned veteran who had witnessed the bloodshed of the Jia Shen Rebellion, couldn't help but gasp and feel his stomach churning when he saw this scene that resembled a battlefield.
"This...this is..."
Lu Jin's voice was trembling.
Zhang Zhiwei's face turned ashen the moment he saw this scene, like an icy pool in the dead of winter.
He didn't say anything, but his figure blurred, and he transformed into a golden light, rushing towards the mountaintop at the fastest speed he had ever traveled!
An extremely ominous premonition gripped his heart like a cold, large hand.
When he arrived at the Demon-Subduing Cave at top speed, he saw several disciples of Longhu Mountain lying in pools of blood, already lifeless.
The one lying at the cave entrance, with a gaping, bloody hole in his chest, his body already ice-cold, yet his face still bearing a hint of honesty and determination... Tian Jinzhong!
“Junior brother——!”
A roar, filled with endless sorrow and raging fury, exploded from the mouth of the usually calm and collected old master!
The sound was no longer words, but transformed into a visible sound wave containing destructive power, shattering the surrounding trees and rocks into dust!
He staggered forward and carefully cradled Tian Jinzhong's already cold body in his arms. For the first time, two streams of turbid, scalding tears flowed from his usually half-open eyes.
At this moment, the entire Longhu Mountain was shrouded in a huge, suffocating grief.
Zhang Yunyuan knelt quietly before Tian Jinzhong's body, remaining silent.
The bloodstains on his body had long since dried, and his handsome face was expressionless, but in his blood-red eyes burned a fury powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and a deep-seated self-reproach.
If... if I hadn't imprisoned those Nine Heavens Sect disciples in the Demon Subduing Cave...
If only... I had noticed Gong Qing's disguise sooner...
Senior Brother Tian, does that mean you won't die?
This thought, like ten thousand poisoned steel needles, repeatedly and fiercely pierced his heart, causing him pain so intense that he could barely breathe.
At the same time, a question arose in his mind:
Gong Qing's infiltration of the mountain occurred three months ago.
The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect arrived at Longhu Mountain and were captured and imprisoned in the Demon-Subduing Cave, but it was only a short period of half a month.
Did Gong Qing possess the ability to foresee the future, knowing in advance that these disciples would be captured by him, and thus orchestrated this grand spectacle?
Or was his original goal something else entirely?!
Perhaps the only way to solve all the mysteries is to find Gong Qing.
Longhu Mountain was draped in white mourning clothes, and mournful songs rose from all sides.
Zhang Yunyuan arrived at Zhang Zhiwei's quiet room without making a sound.
The old master did not rest, but simply sat quietly on the futon, with a cup of tea that had long since gone cold in front of him.
The once straight spine appeared somewhat hunched under the dim candlelight, as if it had aged decades overnight.
Zhang Yunyuan's hoarse voice broke the silence.
Zhang Zhiwei slowly raised his head, looked at his still bloodshot eyes, his lips moved, but in the end it only turned into a long sigh.
"Blame me."
Zhang Yunyuan's voice was soft, yet carried immense weight, "If I hadn't taken it upon myself to imprison those people in the Demon-Subduing Cave, Senior Brother Jinzhong..."
"Do not blame you."
Zhang Zhiwei interrupted him, his voice equally hoarse, "It's me, your senior brother, getting senile. I actually let such treacherous people lurk right under my nose for months without me even noticing..."
Zhang Yunyuan stopped dwelling on the matter and recounted how he had encountered the black-robed men at the foot of the mountain during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, learned that they came from the Kunlun Immortal Realm, and how he had imprisoned them in the Demon Subduing Cave, intending to wait for an opportunity to break all the restrictions before making further plans.
"Senior brother, the origins of those people are far more complicated than we imagined. Their strength is also far beyond the comprehension of this era."
Zhang Yunyuan's expression turned extremely solemn. "Based on the information I obtained from soul searching, the so-called 'Kunlun Immortal Realm' is perhaps more powerful than we can imagine."
As a Celestial Master, your every action represents the entire Zhengyi sect; you should not act rashly.
He looked at his grief-stricken senior brother and said, word by word:
"You are Tongtian Daoren, and you personally established the rules of the world of extraordinary people back then."
If you seek revenge out of personal motives, you will be breaking the rules you yourself set, plunging the entire world of supernatural beings into chaos.
"And I am Zhang Yunyuan."
A cold, reckless determination flashed in his eyes. "I'm not bound by these rules. I have nothing to fear."
He solemnly and deeply bowed to Zhang Zhiwei, performing a traditional Taoist salute.
"Senior brother, please stay on the mountain and protect the thousand-year-old lineage of Longhu Mountain."
"I, Zhang Yunyuan, will take care of the revenge."
Zhang Zhiwei looked at him quietly, at his excessively young face, and at his eyes burning with raging fury.
He remained silent for a very long time.
So long that even the candlelight outside the window emitted a soft crackling sound.
Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, his voice filled with endless exhaustion and an undeniable resolve.
He uttered a single word, yet it seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Be careful in everything you do.
Chapter 191 A Thousand Miles of Voice Transmission, A Blood-Red Ultimatum
With his senior brother's tacit approval, Zhang Yunyuan's last trace of concern completely vanished.
Without the slightest delay, he left Longhu Mountain that very night.
Instead of immediately launching a blind pursuit, he made two phone calls.
One of them was called to Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Society.