Ning Zhuo’s subordinates were in a state of panic, but Ning Zhuo could no longer concern himself with such trivial matters.

He was now alone in the room.

The youth’s face remained deathly pale, devoid of any color.

His brow was deeply furrowed, his eyes tightly shut, and his eyelids twitched intermittently. Countless thoughts raced through his mind as he strained every nerve to make sense of the situation.

Ning Zhuo was racing against time!

His current predicament was a matter of life and death. Every ounce of effort he exerted could potentially influence the final outcome.

He focused intently on recalling everything that had just transpired, remembering Zhu Xuanji’s questions and his demeanor.

“Zhu Xuanji first asked if Yuan Dasheng had been killed by me, and then inquired about the location of the Demonic Dao True Scripture.”

“So, following that order…” Ning Zhuo labored to discern Zhu Xuanji’s train of thought.

“In Zhu Xuanji’s eyes, Yuan Dasheng should possess the Demonic Dao True Scripture.”

“True Scripture…”

Ning Zhuo was familiar with this concept.

It was common knowledge in the world of cultivation.

These were scriptures written with True Intent, and anyone who came into contact with them, even if they were illiterate, could comprehend all of their profound meaning.

True Scriptures possessed the characteristic of automatic transmission. When their current vessel was damaged, or if a more suitable vessel appeared, the True Scripture would automatically transfer from the old vessel to the new one.

“Generally speaking, if something carrying a True Scripture is damaged, the True Scripture is highly likely to flow outwards.”

“But Yuan Dasheng died right in front of me, and no True Scripture was transmitted.”

“What Demonic Dao True Scripture is Zhu Xuanji pursuing?”

“Could it be the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art?”

Ning Zhuo inevitably thought of the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art.

He also thought of Yuan Dasheng.

All along, he had never known why Yuan Dasheng possessed the cultivation of the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art.

“Since Zhu Xuanji asked me that question, it is highly probable that Yuan Dasheng was able to master the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art because of this Demonic Dao True Scripture.”

“Zhu Xuanji came to me because Yuan Dasheng’s corpse ultimately ended up in my hands.”

This could not help but cause Ning Zhuo’s thoughts to stir.

He had initially believed that Zhu Xuanji’s investigation had already passed. Unexpectedly, Zhu Xuanji had followed the clues from Yuan Dasheng and found Ning Zhuo once more.

Ning Zhuo calmed his mind and continued to ponder.

“The question now is, how did Zhu Xuanji learn of this clue?”

“Something important must have happened during this period.”

Ning Zhuo was unaware of Zhu Xuanji leading the three Golden Core cultivators deep into the mountain to engage in a great battle.

His intelligence gathering capabilities were limited and largely reliant on the information gleaned by the Tortoise Breath Gang.

The most capable person in collecting intelligence by his side was Sun Lingtong.

However, even Sun Lingtong found it difficult to gather information at the Golden Core level.

Especially after Zhu Xuanji and the others returned, they remained tight-lipped about their actions, and everyone was doing their best to maintain secrecy, with only Meng Kui knowing a little bit.

Ning Zhuo proactively submitted a plea for punishment to the Ning Clan’s Old Ancestor, Ning Jiufan, partly to seek assistance and partly to probe for information.

In his view, Ning Jiufan was a Golden Core level cultivator, and with Zhu Xuanji’s close relationship with the three families, Ning Jiufan should know something.

Ning Zhuo had asked the right person!

But clearly, Ning Jiufan would never publicize his own affairs.

When Ning Zhuo received Ning Jiufan’s reply, he found that it contained only a few short lines.

Ning Jiufan instructed him to cooperate well with Master Zhu Xuanji, to reflect on himself during these three days, and to provide Zhu Xuanji with a satisfactory explanation in the end.

“Damn it!” Ning Zhuo cursed inwardly.

He had not obtained any information. He felt as if he had been abandoned by the Ning Clan’s Old Ancestor.

In such a moment, even a little bit of crucial information would be of great help to him.

But he had gained nothing from Ning Jiufan’s side.

“Right, there’s also the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit!”

“Yuan Dasheng’s corpse was refined in the Molten Rock Immortal Palace, ultimately becoming the Golden Blood Battle Ape.”

Ning Zhuo activated the Floating Cloud Shawl, and his body was once again shrouded in layers of floating clouds.

Just as he was about to enter the Immortal Palace with his soul and strive to contact the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, he heard the message conveyed by the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit.

It was the token of the Medical Pavilion’s Pavilion Master!

Ning Zhuo was surprised and immediately discovered that the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit’s information was being transmitted through the token.

“L-Little Master.” The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit feigned weakness.

It was about to speak about the crisis of life and death caused by Ning Xiaohui.

Ning Zhuo directly interrupted it, “Don’t say anything. Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, first tell me, where is the True Scripture on Yuan Dasheng’s body?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit paused for a moment.

It had been prepared for Ning Zhuo to ask for the True Scripture right away.

At this moment, without any hesitation, it directly replied, “Little Master, the True Scripture related to the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art is on Yuan Dasheng’s body.”

“But it cannot be extracted because it has completely become a part of Yuan Dasheng’s spiritual essence.”

Ning Zhuo frowned and quickly asked, “What’s the reason?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit then explained to him, “There are many furnaces in the Molten Rock Immortal Palace, and the highest grade is the Golden Furnace.”

“The Golden Furnace was personally arranged by the three sect superiors. There were originally eight, but now only three remain.”

“One of them was destroyed because of refining Yuan Dasheng.”

“Because only a device like the Golden Furnace can refine Supreme aptitude.”

“And at that time, the True Scripture of the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art was lurking within Yuan Dasheng’s bones.”

“The Golden Furnace refines everything, using all of Yuan Dasheng’s essence as nourishment, melting it all into one, and ultimately transforming it into the Golden Blood Battle Ape mechanism.”

“It can be said that the True Scripture has been destroyed, but it can also be thought that the True Scripture has already become a part of Yuan Dasheng.”

Ning Zhuo was still confused and continued to ask, “At that time, Yuan Dasheng was already dead, so why didn’t the scripture spread out?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit explained to him that Yuan Dasheng’s Immortal aptitude was Righteous Bone Golden Firmness, and his entire skeleton was an excellent vessel for the True Scripture.

Even if Yuan Dasheng died, the bones would not decay and could still carry the True Scripture.

Unless a better vessel appeared outside, the True Scripture would not be able to spread out.

Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and continued to ask, “Where did the True Scripture exist before this? Why did it spread out from the Molten Rock Immortal Palace?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit originally did not want to tell Ning Zhuo these secrets, but now that Ning Zhuo had asked this far, it could only answer.

After all, it needed something from Ning Zhuo!

So it replied, “There are three Golden Core level combatants in the Molten Rock Immortal Palace, all of them automaton puppets.”

“They are the Buddha Doctor, the Daoist Master, and the Demonic General.”

“Unlike other mechanical creations, these three mechanical creations were personally refined by the Old Master.”

“The Old Master laid down three True Scriptures on them, corresponding to the Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art, the Five Elements Qi Rhythm Art, and the Demonic Infusion Blood Tendon Art.”

“And in the long process of suppressing Fire Persimmon Mountain, the Buddha Doctor and Demonic General automaton puppets were lost one after another.”

“Now, only the Daoist Master puppet remains, guarding the Molten Rock Immortal Palace.”

Ning Zhuo immediately had a guess, “So, Zhu Xuanji found the mechanical Demonic General, obtained key clues from the Demonic General, and ultimately found Yuan Dasheng.”

“The reason why Yuan Dasheng was able to obtain the True Scripture should also be because he accidentally touched the mechanical Demonic General in Fire Persimmon Mountain…”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit suddenly said urgently, “Little Master, my state is not good, I am about to break contact with you.”

“The reason why I took the initiative to contact you this time is because a sudden and huge crisis has occurred.”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit spoke quickly, informing Ning Zhuo of Ning Xiaohui’s movements and the existence of the Historical Records Pavilion.

Ning Zhuo couldn’t help but frown deeply, and his heart felt like a huge stone was pressing down on it.

It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly!

He was the one who detonated the Immortal Palace himself, and there must be records in the Historical Records Pavilion.

If Ning Xiaohui really possessed a position in the Historical Records Pavilion, then Ning Zhuo would be directly exposed.

The problem was that among those entering the Immortal Palace, only Ning Xiaohui had the identity of a Trial Disciple.

And only Trial Disciples had the opportunity to obtain positions in the Historical Records Pavilion, Medical Pavilion, etc. Others, even Golden Core cultivators, were treated differently.

This meant that no one could compete with Ning Xiaohui.

Ning Xiaohui becoming a member of the Historical Records Pavilion, even if she wasn’t the Pavilion Master, was a certainty.

Ning Zhuo was racking his brains, trying to devise countermeasures for Zhu Xuanji’s investigation, when he unexpectedly heard another major misfortune.

Without a doubt, Ning Xiaohui brought another crisis of life and death!

Ning Zhuo asked the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, “As a dignified Palace Spirit, can’t you stop Ning Xiaohui’s actions?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit spoke frankly, “I cannot do that.”

“I cannot leak any information about any Trial Disciples.”

Ning Zhuo immediately noticed the contradiction, “In that case, how did you leak Ning Xiaohui’s movements to me?”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit still spoke frankly, “I can only say that this is your destiny, Master!”

“Ning Xiaohui is your subordinate, she is a physician in the Medical Pavilion, and you are the Pavilion Master of the Medical Pavilion.”

“It is because of this relationship that you have the right to know any movements of your subordinates.”

“Little Master…” The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit said here and took the initiative to break contact.

Next, no matter how Ning Zhuo called its name, it would not answer.

In the short time of communicating with Ning Zhuo, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was already terrified!

Ning Zhuo was so sharp, even in the face of a life-or-death crisis, he was so calm and easily discerned the loopholes in the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit’s words.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit dared not continue speaking.

“It’s enough for a little monster like Ning Zhuo to get this much information from me.”

“Next, it depends on his performance.”

“Hurry up and stop Ning Xiaohui, don’t let down my expectations of you!”

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit itself did not expect that there would come a day when it would place its hope of regaining freedom on Ning Zhuo.

Under the sweeping tide, the situation in the Molten Rock Immortal Palace had also escaped the control of it, the Palace Spirit.