Jiang Wang knew deep down that while he and Zhang Linchuan were not united under the same sun and moon, he was also sworn to exterminate the White Bone Evil God. Yet, an enemy’s enemy could still be an enemy. Zhang Linchuan and the White Bone Evil God were locked in a life-and-death struggle!

Zhang Linchuan, now an enemy of the world with nowhere left to turn, had, in his perilous situation, still managed to play this move, leveraging his enemy to strike at the White Bone.

Truly, it could be said that every step revealed a killing intent, and every move held a scheme. It was akin to running madly along a cliff’s edge while still picking flowers and brushing snow. The depth and breadth of his calculations were astounding.

The White Bone Evil God, within the Netherworld, was an existence at the absolute pinnacle.

Even Ruan Qu, how could she possibly calculate against it?

To calculate rashly would surely invite injury.

Her apertures open wide, her heart remained small.

And if there truly was someone who could calculate their way into the Netherworld, suppress the White Bone Evil God, and contend within that realm… that would also be a good thing for Zhang Linchuan. He likely yearned for the White Bone Evil God to clash with someone until heads were broken and blood flowed, or even until their soul scattered and spirit perished.

From this, Jiang Wang suddenly thought of something…

Though he had personally experienced the conclusion of the Wusheng Tribulation and understood that the White Bone Zunshen had mostly already descended to the present world, beginning his glorious life as recognized by the will of this realm…

…it seemed Zhang Linchuan was unaware of this?

After all, at that specific time and moment, only he, Zhuang Chenggan, and the White Bone Zunshen had experienced everything. At most, one could add the unconscious True Demon Song Wanxi.

And Zhang Linchuan, as a betrayer of the White Bone Zunshen, had surely not dared to approach the Netherworld in recent years. It was reasonable, therefore, that he wouldn’t know the White Bone Zunshen’s true situation.

This also explained why he would set this trap, intending to use the White Bone Zunshen residing within the Netherworld.

No, that wasn’t right. Zhang Linchuan wasn’t entirely ignorant of the White Bone Zunshen’s status.

Time held little meaning for the White Bone Zunshen. Although, according to common sense deduction, having long resolved the rejection from the Heavenly Will, he should already have descended to the present world, it was not impossible that he might choose to remain within the Netherworld for more years, planning other matters.

Or perhaps… several hundred years after descending, even if he had already arrived in the present world, he might still have laid down some means within the Netherworld.

Zhang Linchuan leading Wansang Town’s dead souls into the Netherworld was a move that killed two birds with one stone, pitting two tigers against each other. It targeted both the enemies chasing him in the present world and the White Bone Zunshen. Was it a dangerous killing scheme, or also a probe against both sides?

To see what price these enemies were willing to pay to kill him. And also to see how the White Bone Zunshen was now.

“My apologies, Ruan Zhenjun, I did not intentionally put you in danger.” Jiang Wang, with some lingering fear, paused for a moment before asking, “That Eastern Zhenren… he…”

Ruan Qu’s voice replied, “Some dangers only exist when you perceive them. So, one could say ignorance is not entirely a bad thing. Either the Eastern Master’s skills were not refined enough to see that far, or he dared not calculate deeply. These matters are already unclear and require no further debate.”

“I was thinking…” Jiang Wang, from the perspective of Qi Country, pondered and said, “Could it be that the Wei Country people deliberately induced me to invite you for divination, hoping to harm you thereby? Before I wrote to you, the Wei Country people said that no matter the cost of the divination, Wei Country would be willing to repay it.”

There was a hint of laughter in Ruan Qu’s voice: “I wouldn’t expect the Eastern Master to have such audacity. Before, when the distance was great, it was harder to say. Now, when one looks east from Wei Country, what they see is not Xia Country, but the southern border of my Great Qi.”

Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, nodding and saying, “Zhang Linchuan has already thoroughly offended the Wei Country people. If General Wu Xun had the opportunity to see Zhang Linchuan, he would have beaten him to death long ago.”

Ruan Qu continued, “But the matter of repayment is truly a jest. I am performing the divination for you. How could it be their turn to repay the fee and incur some karma? The Eastern Master should not make such jokes, and I trust he understands… this time, they owe you.”

Karma and repayment followed the principle of not involving unrelated parties.

Moreover, for someone of Ruan Qu’s realm, the reward for divination often wasn’t something money or wealth could fill. Instead, it required the “fruit” of the individual being divined for, to repay the “cause” of gazing into the river of fate.

Jiang Wang simply said, “Even without this matter concerning the Wei Country people, I would still swear to kill Zhang Linchuan. If I had an opportunity for divination, I would still seek your assistance. After all, you are, in my knowledge, the highest achiever in the path of divination… so there’s no question of owing or not owing. I do this willingly.”

Ruan Qu did not dwell on this, only saying, “Though I cannot divine the fates of those dead souls in Wansang Town, I can still glean some details. Zhang Linchuan’s ability to silently send those dead souls to the Netherworld, eluding the Eastern Master’s divination and setting such a dangerous trap within a trap, cannot be explained by ordinary Dao techniques. He must possess a divine ability that penetrates Yin and Yang.

This divine ability allows him to freely shuttle between the Netherworld and the present world, and it should also be the bridge connecting his divine path world and his believers. It wasn’t said that he was suspected of being able to bestow the false divine ability of the Earth Fiend Messenger through the Wusheng world? It should have been achieved through this very divine ability.

His divine path world, named ‘Wusheng,’ has at least the participation of these two divine abilities… one that penetrates Yin and Yang, and one that blocks karma.”

Truly worthy of being a great master of star divination, a figure standing at the absolute pinnacle of the extraordinary.

The Eastern Master, arriving at the scene himself, had only discerned one of Zhang Linchuan’s divine abilities. Ruan Qu, simply by examining a blood-stained letter, had not only seen through Zhang Linchuan’s trap within a trap but also discerned more of his foundations.

Zhang Linchuan’s divine abilities, Zhang Linchuan’s Wusheng world, now had a clearer outline.

Jiang Wang thoughtfully stated, “Ruan Qu’s voice offered no comment on this, only saying, ‘I will not go to Wei Country, and the Netherworld is difficult to enter. If you are certain you are well-prepared, after encountering Zhang Linchuan, you can find a way to obtain his blood and stain it on this knife coin I send you. I will help you calculate a way to break his karma and forever sever his back path.'”

And then that knife coin simply turned once before falling back into Jiang Wang’s hand.

Ruan Qu’s words were as calm as saying “come home for a meal when you have time,” yet they effortlessly drew a line, determining the fate of the Wusheng Cult Ancestor who had thrown Wei Country into chaos.

This was the kind of power wielded by these so-called absolute peaks of the extraordinary, the Dao True Lords whose words stretched ten thousand li and encompassed a thousand years.

This was also the dilemma Zhang Linchuan inevitably faced by choosing to establish the Wusheng Cult at the outset and founding his teaching on the Outer Dao.

Without Jiang Wang, he would sooner or later collide with other heavenly prides.

It was as Buddhism said, “evil cause begets evil fruit.”

And while Jiang Wang’s journey had been fraught with difficulties, he walked the grand and upright path. Having endured the long road of ten thousand li, his future was boundlessly bright.

As of now, Jiang Wang was aware of three of Zhang Linchuan’s divine abilities.

The first divine ability was highly likely the legendary Seven Souls Substitute Life.

The second divine ability had the power to block karma. Coupled with his White Bone Holy Body, it made him almost impervious to divination.

The third divine ability could penetrate Yin and Yang, allowing him to freely traverse between the Netherworld and the present world, and it was also the bridge connecting him to the Wusheng world.

Each of these divine abilities could be said to be incredibly formidable, and Zhang Linchuan had developed each to a remarkable level. And the second and third divine abilities were both related to the Wusheng world. Thus, the characteristics of the Wusheng world could also be inferred, and clues for cracking the Wusheng world could be found.

He didn’t know exactly how many divine abilities Zhang Linchuan had acquired, or whether he had achieved the Heavenly Mansion realm. Just these revealed abilities already made him an incredibly difficult existence to truly kill.

Jiang Wang had no qualms about utilizing all the resources at his disposal.

Including Ruan Qu, and also including the now situated Song Country.

“Brother Jiang!”

Chen Si Wu’s voice rang out from outside the house.

As Jiang Wang heard it, he also pushed the door open and entered.

His expression was grave: “Wei Country General Tan Wenqi was killed in the wilderness! It’s Zhang Linchuan’s revenge. He was always just hiding near the Wei Country border, he didn’t escape far!”

Jiang Wang was startled, as it hadn’t been long since he and Tan Wenqi had parted ways.

Did this mean he had also been within Zhang Linchuan’s sights all along?

“No time to explain further,” Chen Si Wu said somewhat urgently. “Zhang Linchuan has gone mad. First he slaughtered Wansang Town, then he killed a great general of Wei Country, and we don’t know what else he intends to do. The Wei Country True Master, the Eastern Master, has already crossed the border to hunt the criminal, and he has also invited a monk from Sumeru Mountain. This time, they’re setting a heaven and earth net. This thief is in my southern domain, and I also want to go and assist, to compress Zhang Linchuan’s range of activity. Brother Jiang, come with me…”

Jiang Wang, who should have been the most eager to pursue and kill Zhang Linchuan, instead stood still, only asking, “The Eastern Zhenren has invited a monk from Sumeru Mountain, is it Zen Master Xing Nian?”

“Naturally not,” Chen Yi Wu said. “It seems to be Zen Master Zhao Huai, a True Master of contemporary cultivation.”

Adding the True Master from Jing Country who was chasing to who-knew-where, there were already three contemporary True Masters participating in the pursuit of Zhang Linchuan. Any single person would find it extremely difficult to break out of this situation. But because of the White Bone Holy Body’s unique nature, because of the karma-blocking divine ability, and because Zhang Linchuan himself possessed a True God level of vision… even a contemporary True Master couldn’t suppress him by force alone, and could only engage in this cat-and-mouse game with him.

For Zhang Linchuan to be caught was certain death, yet until now, no living person had even touched the hem of his robe.

“How did the news of Tan Wenqi’s death in the wilderness spread?” Jiang Wang asked again.

Chen Si Wu said, “It was his subordinate general, who was pursuing Zhang Linchuan with him, who discovered it at dawn on the second day… Why do you ask?”

“Zhang Linchuan is absolutely not someone whose actions are swayed by emotions. He will kill people without reason, but he will not cause trouble without reason. Killing Tan Wenqi in this situation definitely had his motives. Zhang Linchuan is still making noise, which means his objective hasn’t been achieved, he still has a few steps to take, he still has some risks to bear.”

Jiang Wang vaguely felt that perhaps Tan Wenqi’s successful escape from Wei Country was related to Zhang Linchuan, but he didn’t want to voice this guess and sully the name of the deceased.

He only said with abnormal firmness, “The news of Tan Wenqi’s death has spread all the way here. I believe Zhang Linchuan is no longer there. He has definitely chosen his next target!”

Chen Si Wu paused the foot that was already stepping outside: “Song Country?”

Jiang Wang said, “Based on the analysis of the world’s most intelligent minds, Song Country is one of Zhang Linchuan’s most likely targets at this stage.”

Chen Si Wu pondered, “Then we won’t participate in the blockade, we’ll just wait for him here.”

“No, we have to go.” Jiang Wang said as he walked outside, “Moreover, we have to go with the fastest speed. We have to make Zhang Linchuan feel that our attention has already been drawn away… With Song Country’s strength, in a prepared situation, they shouldn’t give Zhang Linchuan any chance of escape, right?”

Chen Yi Wu understood and decisively rose: “Naturally not!”

Two powerful Gods immediately soared into the long sky, leaving Song Country.

On the fast flight, Chen Si Wu naturally used a special method to make arrangements remotely in Song Country. Jiang Wang also divided a sliver of his mind into the Taixu Illusion, communicating continuously with Zuo Guangshu.

“How are things prepared on Yue Country’s side?”

“Shenlin’s Ge Fei is now in charge of this matter, saying that he has secretly laid down a heaven and earth net, and Zhang Linchuan will be rooted out as soon as he enters the country’s border,” Zuo Guangshu’s reply read.

Jiang Wang silently marked a question mark in his heart for Yue Country. He knew Ge Fei’s strength, and even now that he had reached Shenlin, he could roughly estimate his combat range. If this person was not arrogant and impatient, fully mobilizing Yue Country’s national power, then they wouldn’t be afraid of dealing with Zhang Linchuan. But such a confident guarantee, instead, made the matter unreliable.

“Also transmit the latest news of Tan Wenqi’s death to them. Ge Fei is a newly risen Shenlin, and what kind of Shenlin was Tan Wenqi? Let them take it a bit more seriously… How is the situation at South Dou Hall?”

Dan Country, Longmen Academy, South Dou Hall, Sword Pavilion, Yue Country, Zhuang Country.

These were the several targets listed by Chong Xuan Sheng.

On the Sword Pavilion’s side, he had personally communicated with Ning Jianke and knew that Master Si Ge was in charge of Tianmu Peak, and there would definitely be no problems.

On Zhuang Country’s side, both Zhuang Gao Xian and Du Rujui understood the principle of fighting a lion with full strength and were both cautious characters. Upon receiving the warning, they would not give Zhang Linchuan an opportunity. Perhaps they would instead set a trap to ambush and kill Zhang Linchuan, to win Jiang Wang’s promise—they wouldn’t miss anything that could disgust Jiang Wang.

Zhang Linchuan fighting wits and courage with the monarch and minister of Zhuang Gao Xian was, of course, a good play.

But Jiang Wang didn’t hope to see that scene now. If that scene truly occurred, he would find a way to intervene horizontally, pursuing Zhang Linchuan and pitting him against Zhuang Gao Xian and Du Rujui would be the best outcome.

He had written to ask Zuo Guangshu about the several places he was not entirely at ease about.

Zuo Guangshu’s reply read: “Chong Xuan Sheng might not understand the situation in the southern domain too well, listing South Dou Hall as one of Zhang Linchuan’s targets. South Dou Hall’s entrance is very hidden, and entry and exit are very strict. It would be very difficult for Zhang Linchuan to cause trouble within South Dou Hall’s sphere of influence… But I have already notified them, and True Master Tianji, Ren Qiuli, has expressed that he will pay extra attention.”

Zuo Guangshu’s words were very reasonable, and Chong Xuan Sheng definitely had his reasons. But since Ren Qiuli was paying attention to this matter, the problems with South Dou Hall, no matter what, shouldn’t be big.

“You’re working hard, Guangshu. How about Dan Country?” Jiang Wang asked again.

This time, the Young Princess Zuo, in her letter, was quite angry: “I told them to be loose on the outside and tight on the inside, to give Zhang Linchuan an opportunity to take advantage, and then catch the turtle in the jar. They have someone called Zhang Jing, and the person who replied was called Zhang Jing. Just as Chu Yu said, that waste Zhang Jing, truly a waste! I don’t know how, but he’s made this matter into such a big fanfare, even posting Zhang Linchuan’s portrait all over the border cities of Dan Country. Besides beating the grass and startling the snake, what other use is there?”

Jiang Wang was also somewhat angry, but he forced himself to calm down and think. He could roughly understand Zhang Jing’s reasoning for doing so.

Dan Country, no matter whether Zhang Linchuan, this Wusheng Cult Ancestor, stirred up trouble, was seeking death, or going mad, as long as Zhang Linchuan didn’t cause trouble in Dan Country, it was simply not their business. Zhang Jing doing this was just to beat the grass and startle the snake! To make Zhang Linchuan, this evil python, avoid them from a distance.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Jing’s response wasn’t stupid, just a bit selfish.

Such a choice truly let down Jiang Wang’s efforts to remind them.

But he also couldn’t change Dan Country’s decision. After all, each person had their own aspirations, and each country had a different understanding of responsibility.

Jiang Wang maintained his composure and replied with another letter, asking, “How about Longmen Academy’s side?”

As one of the four great academies, Longmen Academy’s strength was not to be underestimated and should not have been listed among Zhang Linchuan’s potential targets.

However, within Longmen Academy’s sphere of influence, besides the academy itself, there were also vast school fields, vast lands, and large numbers of farmers who supplied the scholars with their books. Longmen Academy was, after all, not a national system, and there was no great array that could cover its entire sphere of influence. These ordinary farmers were very difficult to protect completely.

If Zhang Linchuan targeted them, it would be genuinely difficult to defend against. Mu Gu Academy, one of the other four great academies, did not have this problem. Mu Gu Academy relied more on the supply of several nearby countries and did not have too many school fields or governed people. Moreover, it was situated at the foot of Book Mountain. Let alone Zhang Linchuan, even if the White Bone descended to the world and returned to its peak, it would not go there.

Zuo Guangshu replied, “Longmen Academy values Big Brother Jiang’s reminder very much. They are currently in the academy as true lineage disciples, and most of the teachers have already been sent out, disguised as farmers, participating in the autumn harvest in the school fields. And several great scholars are all paying attention. If Zhang Linchuan goes to Longmen Academy, I don’t think he will have another opportunity to find other targets.”

Looking at it this way, Yue Country was the most unstable. He hoped Zhang Linchuan wouldn’t coincidentally choose Yue Country.

Jiang Wang again emphasized in the letter: “Have the Shenlin experts you helped organize divide into two teams. One team near Yue Country, and one team heading towards Song Country. Conceal your traces and movements, don’t beat the grass and startle the snake, and be ready to respond to me at any time. Zhang Linchuan should be very aware of his situation, so he is very anxious now, and his next move will not wait too long.”

Zuo Guangshu simply replied, “You can rest assured, I will handle things.”

Jiang Wang thought carefully, ensuring there were no omissions, then ended his communication with Zuo Guangshu and continued flying towards the wilderness where Tan Wenqi had died with Chen Si Wu.

After ending the discussion about the Dan Dao Revolution Cauldron, Zhang Xun returned to his mansion, feeling weary. As expected, the vast family residence was still brightly lit, shining like daylight on this night covered in thick ink clouds.

During this period, Zhang Jing had become increasingly arrogant.

Every day he would fly eagles and fight dogs, rampaging through the capital. Outside, he caused trouble everywhere, and when he returned home, he was also unrestrained, warbling and dancing the whole night long was common.

Originally, he still knew to close his doors and set up sound isolation arrays, only playing in his own courtyard. Now, his unrestrained traces flowed throughout the entire Zhang family.

In this situation, the old master had even delegated power to him, letting him handle some national-level affairs. This gave him a great sense of achievement and made him very confident.

Once, after drinking, he even said—”My elder brother Zhang Xun and I, except for cultivation, are not much different. I just need to wait for the next Six Sense Dan!”

These words should have been a joke, but in today’s Dan Country, no one dared to laugh at him anymore.

Compared to Zhang Xun, whom no one dared to laugh at, this was just the beginning. Pre-determining something like the Six Sense Dan, which should have caused an uproar, also did not provoke any laughter.

Public anger had obviously accumulated to a certain degree.

And Zhang Xun, always focused on cultivation, naturally didn’t know what his younger brother was doing. Occasionally, he would see it and scold him a couple of times, but it was all ineffective. After all, he was busy with affairs, and his occasional concern was merely the pity of an elder brother towards his younger brother—indeed, it was pity.

After all, Zhang Jing didn’t have many good days left to live.

Having cultivated a bad reputation for so long, it was time for the harvest.

Zhang Xun had recently been busy with the major matter of the Dan Dao innovation. He wanted to change the future path of the country, elevate the status of Fa Dan and Yao Dan, and have them stand alongside Lu Dan, which was currently the mainstream in Dan Country.

After such a long period of effort, he had also gained the support of various forces within the country.

Once this was finally completed, the long-dim future path of Dan Country might open up new horizons.

But something like revolutionizing the old and welcoming the new necessarily required a magnificent and fiery start—

Zhang Xun, with great righteousness, would extinguish his kin, list Zhang Jing’s twelve crimes, and personally kill this blood brother who had committed such obvious evil. Then, from this, he would awaken Dan Country to the ills of the past, vowing to revolutionize the world starting from the case of Zhang Jing. Then, he would smoothly take over the power of the Zhang family, opening a new era of Fa Dan, Yao Dan, and Lu Dan standing side by side.

How could this not be magnificent and fiery?

How could this not be a good story?

This kind of classic chapter, the plot had already been written long ago.

And including himself, Zhang Xun, he was just a segment of life flowing under the pen.

He didn’t mind being arranged; he only hoped that all his efforts would yield results. He only hoped that Dan Country truly still had a future.

He himself could not forget Xiao Shu’s silence. And this silence was precisely the shadow of countless people who had exhausted their loyalty for their country over the past many years.

The exceedingly vast Zhang family residence was still peaceful with song and dance tonight.

Dan Country was prosperous and peaceful, ah, and the Zhang family was a prominent and renowned house.

Young girls at a wonderful age with delicate bodies, mature women like honey peaches stroking the string qin. Powder-faced rabbit boys singing minor roles, a row of water sleeves swirling with the wind. The singing was melodious, resonant… everything was like last night, like the night before, like countless nights in the past.

Only, the big shouts and small calls of Zhang Jing were missing, the sounds of losing face.

“Where has Zhang Jing gone to cause trouble again?” Zhang Xun casually asked someone.

This dancer was clearly drunk, her face flushed, and she giggled, “Young Master Zhang… he… he drank too much, and took that who, and that who… to sleep!”

As she spoke, she still pressed closer.

Zhang Xun reached out and pressed her face, pulling her to the side.

Suddenly, his palm was licked.

Enduring the strong disgust, he didn’t argue with these messy people. He directly passed through the noisy crowd, heading towards his own courtyard.

But halfway there, he suddenly turned and went towards Zhang Jing’s room.

Perhaps because the major matter had already been settled, Zhang Xun suddenly wanted to say a few words to his younger brother tonight—in his drunken state.

The noisy sounds in the courtyard made Zhang Xun somewhat irritable, but he didn’t show it on his face.

If he could tolerate so many absurd things, why couldn’t he tolerate a few singers and actors?

If he could tolerate the sky covered by dark clouds, he should also tolerate a night of drunken dreams and death.

Only, when he walked to Zhang Jing’s room door, his action was slightly rough—

Without a greeting, he directly pushed the door open.

The large door opened in the middle, and the light of treasure pearls shook for a moment. Then he saw a mess of clothes on the ground, extending all the way to the bed. On the bed, several people slept together under a large quilt.

His blood younger brother was inside.

But his gaze was not there; instead, it fell on the only upright chair in the room.

An indifferent-looking person, neither good nor bad, was sitting there…

Looking at him.

The three naked people wrapped in the quilt on the bed were already devoid of any signs of life.

Zhang Xun at this moment found it very difficult to describe his feelings.

He should have said that he had long been prepared to face Zhang Jing’s death. He had also thought about how indifferent he would be when that moment arrived.

But Zhang Jing had not died by his hand.

He had died so casually, on a night no different from the past, in an absurd manner.

He coldly looked at the strange man in Zhang Jing’s room. There was an excessively cold killing intent, and threads of sword qi rose up one by one.

Yet, he first heard the other party’s complaint—

This person crossed his legs, sat up straight, his pale fingers intertwined, and his expression was very dissatisfied: “You all used my name to refine Human Dans.

You even casually killed one of my Dharma Kings to take the blame.

Have you ever considered my mood as the Wusheng Cult Master?”