Zhang Linchuan had inexplicably changed his appearance, something Jiang Wang had not anticipated.

But he now remembered this face clearly and would never forget it.

Of course, Jiang Wang wouldn’t blindly believe everything the mysterious person he’d just met had said.

The truth of the matter needed verification.

However, the person had mentioned that the Nameless Cult was currently active in the State of Yong.

When Maple Leaf City fell, Lu Yan, the Second Elder of the White Bone Dao, had chanted the Nameless Song of White Bones. The terrifying source divine art used by the White Bone Divine to determine Zhuang Chengqian’s death date was called the Nameless Tribulation.

The name Nameless Cult clearly originated from the White Bone Dao.

According to the mysterious person, Zhang Linchuan founded the Nameless Cult.

It was unknown whether Zhang Linchuan had independently established his own sect, or integrated the original forces of the White Bone Dao to form the Nameless Cult.

If it was the latter, then Zhang Linchuan’s strength needed to be reassessed, because he had at least subdued Lu Yan, who possessed the Innate Nether Eyes and was at the peak of the Outer Building realm.

The Nameless Cult was born after the White Bone Dao was destroyed, which showed that Zhang Linchuan was the instigator, or at least one of the main instigators, of betraying the White Bone Sacred Lord.

The thing Jiang Wang wanted to figure out the most was, what method did Zhang Linchuan use to completely break free from the White Bone Divine, so as to complete his betrayal and establish a new sect? Or rather…had he completely broken free from the White Bone Divine?

Zhuang Chengqian got rid of the influence of the Nameless Tribulation by nurturing and influencing another “self” to fill the tribulation.

Zhang Linchuan was not a White Bone Dao Child, nor had he suffered the Nameless Tribulation, so he was not subject to such strong restraints. Just like Jiang Wang had also used White Bone secret arts, but that level of contamination was silently erased by Zhuang Chengqian.

From this perspective, breaking free from the White Bone Divine was not an entirely impossible task.

The White Bone Divine was not invincible, Zhuang Chengqian had already proven this point.

And the name “Nameless Cult” gave Jiang Wang a lot of information.

In the Underwater Demon Cave, one of Zhuang Chengqian’s stated goals was to overthrow the White Bone Divine from his divine throne.

As a traitor to the White Bone Dao, Zhang Linchuan might also have the same ambition…He might even be trying to seize the divine power of the White Bone Divine. Otherwise, why would he form a new force and name it after the Nameless?

But Zhang Linchuan must not know that the White Bone Divine had cleared the biggest obstacle to his descent. The White Bone Dao Embryo might have already been born in some corner of the mortal world…

Walking on the streets of Wenxi County, Jiang Wang was silent for a long time.

He suddenly realized that he had been comparing Zhuang Chengqian and Zhang Linchuan all along, without realizing it. Perhaps it was because both of them had gained an advantage in the process of facing the White Bone Divine, which led to Zhang Linchuan’s danger being extremely elevated in his heart. He was not just an Inner Mansion cultivator who could only rely on sneak attacks to kill Wei Quji.

The Nameless Cult’s activities in the State of Yong might be due to the recent national war. Such matters in piles of dead people have always been familiar to the White Bone Dao. But other conspiracies could not be ruled out…

He did not intend to follow the mysterious person’s wishes. The matter of the Nameless Cult had to be put aside for now.

Since killing Zhang Linchuan was temporarily impossible, he would let everything return to normal and pick up his original purpose for coming here.

However, after this unexpected incident, Jiang Wang decided to be more cautious.

At this time, in Shunan Prefecture, there were forces from the upper echelons of the State of Yong, restrained Mohist disciples, the Nameless Cult, and the mysterious person with Zhang Linchuan’s appearance…The undercurrents were surging.

He had to control everything well in order to achieve his goal safely.

He turned into an alley, and when he came out, the bamboo hat and black robe had been put into the storage box. After all, they were “bought” with silver, and he might need them in the future.

He wondered how Wei Bofang and Zhuge Jun were doing in the Lingkong Temple. Had those two big parasites hollowed out the Lingkong Temple…?

Jiang Wang had only casually made a move during the support in the State of Cheng and didn’t pay much attention to it, so the thought quickly passed.

According to the information he had gathered in the past few days, the opportunity at the Azure Cloud Pavilion was at hand…

Marquis Weining, Jiao Wu’s, three-hundredth birthday attracted countless guests.

This old Marquis, who had been in the military for a long time, was the undisputed number one in Shunan Prefecture in terms of fame, title, and cultivation.

Moreover, it was such a grand day as his three-hundredth birthday, so it was foreseeable that there would be an endless stream of visitors.

The Weining Marquis Mansion was built outside the city of Tongyi County in Shunan Prefecture, covering a vast area, like a small city. The convoys transporting daily necessities were almost endless.

At this moment, the line of people delivering gifts outside the Marquis Mansion stretched for several miles.

Jiang Wang was among them.

Now his identity was Yu Songhai, the sole disciple of the Xi Yun Sword Sect in Jiuyu County.

The Xi Yun Sword Sect had long declined, and the sect’s techniques had been lost by seventy or eighty percent. By the time it was passed down to Yu Songhai, it was almost on the verge of extinction.

In the early years, he had also been a guest at the Weining Marquis Mansion. Of course, the so-called “guest” was nothing more than sending a gift, sitting at a buffet, and not even seeing the master’s face.

Now, he was at the stage where he was still qualified to celebrate the Weining Marquis’s birthday (his name was still recorded in the Marquis Mansion’s past gift records), but he could no longer offer any decent birthday gifts.

Jiang Wang was willing to help him, pay out of his own pocket, and send a gift for them.

The real Yu Songhai was still imprisoned in some nameless cave. Jiang Wang had made a deal with him using a sword scripture from the Lingkong Temple, borrowing his identity for a while. In order to prevent him from taking the benefits but ruining things, he also took some precautions. When things were done, he would let him leave.

Yu Songhai, the sole disciple of the Xi Yun Sword Sect, was a very suitable identity.

This young cultivator practiced very hard. After his only master died, he often retreated into seclusion, studying the incomplete scriptures tirelessly.

In other words, not many people outside knew him. Even in Jiuyu County, he was just a state where there was still a name vaguely, but not many people knew him.

Not to mention in this Weining Marquis Mansion. If you shouted Yu Songhai, probably ten out of ten people wouldn’t know him.

The Azure Cloud Pavilion was in Wenxi County, but Jiang Wang had traveled all the way to the Weining Marquis Mansion in Tongyi County. Of course, he didn’t come to the wrong place. It was because the Azure Cloud Pavilion would definitely come to the Weining Marquis Mansion to celebrate his birthday.

Compared to directly visiting, starting to contact at the Weining Marquis Mansion was undoubtedly a choice that was less likely to arouse suspicion.

The long queue moved with difficulty. Jiang Wang had enough patience, waiting while silently circulating his Dao Essence.

The traces of being beaten on his face had disappeared, but it did not prevent him from continuing to try to experience the way the True Lord of the world used Dao Yuan — the result might be futile, but if there was a chance of success, it would be a great fortune.

Success is sometimes a little possibility that struggles out of endless futility.

While he was silently experiencing it, a cry of an eagle, from far to near, shook the crowd.

Those whispering voices suddenly stagnated, and in the next moment, they suddenly boiled up.

Jiang Wang looked up, following the gaze of the crowd.

He only saw a black giant eagle flying through the air, the size of two adults, with claws like hooks. When its wings spread, they cast a large shadow. Each eagle feather was like a steel knife.

On the back of the giant eagle stood a barefoot man with a black iron mask covering his face and a red copper box hanging on his back.

There was no need to listen to other people’s discussions.

A name naturally appeared in Jiang Wang’s mind—

Moist Genius, Mo Jingyu!

He knew him earlier than these people.