The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 62 The Prey

1906 AD.

Xi'an.

The annual martial arts competition is in full swing, making this ancient capital more lively than ever before.

The streets were bustling with people and vehicles, and accents from all over the country mingled together, with various regional dialects rising and falling in a cacophony.

Teahouses and restaurants were packed, and even the cold noodle stalls on the street had long queues.

Gao Haoguang sat by the window on the second floor of a teahouse in the Extraordinary Trade Zone, holding a cup of cold tea in his hand, looking down at the people coming and going on the street.

His gray hair was tinged with a pale gold by the afternoon sun, and his gaze swept through the crowd as if searching for something.

Xia Chuan sat opposite him, leisurely sipping a pot of tea.

Gao Haoguang withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Xia Chuan:

"Senior brother, why don't we go after the Nirvana Corpse?"

"They clearly had information from that undercover agent, yet they're here having tea?"

Xia Chuan sighed: "The cost-effectiveness is too low."

According to the information provided by that undercover agent.

The Nirvana Corpse of the Middle Divine Power that escaped from the Nine Realms Gate originated from the "Supreme Hundred People" within their ranks.

It is said to be a hundred people, but there are only thirty-seven Nirvana corpses in total, scattered throughout the Shaanxi region.

If we search one by one, how long will it take to find them all over northern Shaanxi?

The Nirvana Corpse has no longer taken root in the settlement.

If you kill one, won't the second one run away?

Moreover, the average number of lottery points for Zhong Shentong is only around three hundred.

Not to mention there are also those with over two hundred.

and,

Xia Chuan's eyes lit up: "I got news of a big fish yesterday."

Gao Haoguang was taken aback: "A big fish?"

Xia Chuan nodded:

"They are the people who came to this grand gathering of magicians in northern Shaanxi to try and spread the dream of Nirvana Corpse."

He lowered his voice, his gaze becoming profound:

There was new news in my study last night.

The undercover agent inside the Nine Realms Gate passed on reliable intelligence to me.

The seven most elite Nirvana Corpses will appear at the dueling tournament, and there will be powerful magical corpses among them.

A glint of excitement flashed in Xia Chuan's eyes: "I want to test the quality of this powerful magical corpse."

As for his confidence—he glanced discreetly at the newly unlocked skills on the system panel.

[The Monopolistic Interpretation of Reincarnation]:

Banish yourself and the selected unit to the Land of Reincarnation until one of them dies or the skill is canceled.

When in the Land of Reincarnation, all skill effects are enhanced by 100%.

A single powerful magical corpse can easily cost over a thousand.

Even Zhao Yan with low health has 4000 HP, so a normal Great Divine Power Corpse would have over 6000 HP, right?

One of them can be as effective as at least twenty Zhongshentong!

The cards are ready; all that's left is to wait for the fish to bite.

Gao Haoguang nodded knowingly and turned his gaze back to the window.

Downstairs, the arena area was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums as disciples from various factions took turns competing.

Some used talismans, some wielded swords, and some activated magical artifacts.

The dazzling magical power exploded on the arena, drawing cheers from the onlookers.

Gao Haoguang glanced at a young man wielding a sword on the arena and said casually.

"By the way, why is there only one challenge event today?"

"I thought the magic duel tournament would have more events."

Hai Shan sat next to Xia Chuan, also holding a cup of tea, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the light and shadow on the arena:

"Well, usually there are a few more."

"However, several major sects have now joined forces to offer a bounty on the corpse."

He took a sip of tea:

"Everyone probably wants to get some freebies from the big players."

Even those who don't care about the small amount of wool will be pushed by their elders to go out and gain more practical experience.

Hai Shan pointed to the arena below:

"In this situation, the ring becomes very important."

After all, once you've fought in the ring, you can roughly tell your opponent's skill level.

"It's also easier to form a team."

Hai Shan nodded and pointed to a young man in a blue robe in the crowd below the arena.

"For example, the guy below comes from..."

"One of the strongest sects, the Jin Sect."

Hai Shan explained, "Look how well he's performing."

This indicates that he has mastered most of their sect's spatial magical abilities.

Gao Haoguang raised an eyebrow: "Spatial magic?"

"It's something like teleportation or isolating space."

Hai Shan said, "Now that all the different schools and sects have come to Xi'an, they have come by using the teleportation magic treasures of Jinmen."

Jinmen's main business is transporting people and supplies; it's expensive, but very useful.

They also run escort agencies and similar businesses in the mortal world.

Before the words were finished, a clear voice came from behind.

"Young man, you seem to know our sect quite well."

The three turned around and saw a handsome young man standing at the top of the stairs, holding a folding fan and smiling.

His attire was similar to that of the young man below the arena, but the jade pendant at his waist was gold, clearly indicating a higher status.

Xia Chuan pursed his lips and said casually, "You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for ages."

Gao Haoguang looked at the newcomer curiously: "Who is this?"

The young man closed his folding fan and gave Gao Haoguang and Haishan a slight bow:

"Let me introduce myself, I am Jinmen, and my name is Gu Shifang."

Xia Chuan leaned back in his chair, his tone nonchalant:

"A friend I met by chance when I was going down the mountain before."

We hit it off immediately, and he held me tightly, refusing to let me leave.

I said no, but they still took a long time to deliver it.

Gu Shifang's smile froze on his face, and his voice suddenly rose:

"That's because you broke our portal!"

Xia Chuan's expression remained unchanged:

"Anyway, we got to know each other after a while."

Gu Shifang sighed, sat down next to Xia Chuan, and his expression clearly said, "I accept my fate."

"Meeting you back then was truly my misfortune."

Xia Chuan didn't respond to that, but went straight to the point:

"The sect is currently responsible for the main security in the city, since their disciples can call for reinforcements immediately if they can't win a fight."

So I called this guy over to ask him what was going on.

Hai Shan bowed to Gu Shifang and said, "I am Hai Shan, currently the head of Jintai Pear Garden."

Gao Haoguang then introduced himself: "Sanzhen, Gao Haoguang."

Gu Shifang was taken aback, his gaze falling on Haishan:

"Jintai Pear Garden?"

Hai Shan nodded, his tone natural:

"A sect from a thousand years ago."

I've recently been learning acting from a renowned master of the Jintai school; their techniques are quite interesting.

Gao Haoguang leaned closer with interest: "What kind of magic?"

Hai Shan's lips curled up, and he reached up to wipe his face—when he put his hand down, his face had changed.

His face was as black as iron, with a crescent moon on his forehead and a vertical line between his eyebrows; he was none other than Bao Zheng.

He slammed his hand on the table, glared at Gao Haoguang, and his voice became deep and authoritative:

"You audacious thief, confess now!"

Gao Haoguang was so frightened that he leaned back and almost fell off his chair.

Gu Shifang was also quite surprised, looking at Hai Shan's changed expression with increasing interest:

"This is a technique I've never heard of before; it feels very powerful."

Xia Chuan waved his hand, bringing the topic back on track:

"Any news about the giant fish in the city that spreads precognitive dreams?"

Gu Shifang's expression turned serious, and he twirled his folding fan in his hand:

"Well, there is indeed news."

He turned to look in the direction of the city, his gaze becoming distant:

"Three new disciples of the Immortal Inquiry Society have just returned from killing a mid-level Nirvana corpse."

As a result, last night all three of them, along with the innkeeper, were affected by precognitive dreams.

President Wu Yuanzhen was furious and vowed to find the person in the city who spread precognitive dreams.

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes: "So?"

"Although I don't know what method those people used, it wouldn't hurt to go and take a look."

Gu Shifang paused, lowering his voice.

"There's a problem though—it seems like the people from the Nine Realms Gate are also leaning towards that side."

Xia Chuan's lips curled into a dangerous smile: "Wouldn't that be even better?"

Gu Shifang shook his head and chuckled: "I knew it."

He stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

the other side.

A corpse dressed as a refined scholar opened its eyes.

His name was Huang Liang, and he was a powerful and magical corpse.

Currently, he is one of the subordinates of Pan Nanjun, a lackey of Wanye.

The purpose of venturing into Xi'an is to spread the dream of the arrival of all industries.

While I was pondering this, I heard my companions cursing angrily.

"That guy surnamed Pan is inhuman!"

"It's enough to spread the Dharma to a thousand seekers and three hundred thousand ordinary people."

"They're making us enter the dueling tournament? Isn't that playing with fire?"

A female corpse beside him muttered a curse in a low voice:

"If he couldn't reclaim my true blood, who would listen to him?"

"No, swing."

Huang Liang spoke slowly, his gaze still fixed on the distance.

"Entering the martial arts tournament is actually a very good starting point."

He looked at his and the swing's faces, now indistinguishable from those of living people, and was quite satisfied:

"I didn't realize how convenient it was to do things properly if I hadn't gotten involved."

They relied on the swing's supernatural power, the "Ghost Skin," to conceal themselves.

Huang Liang can now completely disguise himself as a living person, so much so that even those with great supernatural powers cannot tell the difference.

Huang Liang gave an example: "We can rely on our status as disciples of the Nine Realms Sect..."

He openly and legitimately investigated information about seekers of the Dharma from various schools and sects.

And incidentally, spread dreams.

The corpse, known as the swing, sighed:

"But we need to spread the Dharma to a full eight thousand seekers!"

Their precognitive dreams only require a significant causal relationship with the other person.

But that's where the trouble lies.

This magical contest only lasts for five days. How could they have such a significant causal relationship with eight thousand seekers of the Dharma within those five days?

Even if Huang Liang sold his wares day and night, he couldn't possibly serve so many customers.

Huang Liang shook his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

No, you're overcomplicating it.

Eight thousand people sounds intimidating.

Actually, all we need is one powerful being connected to us.

"Those with great supernatural powers are often involved in many complex relationships."

Huang Liang narrowed his eyes: "Spreading this message to one person is almost equivalent to spreading it to half of the supernatural world."

The swing was taken aback: "You have a way to establish a relationship with a great supernatural being?"

Huang Liang narrowed his eyes, his smile deepening:

"This didn't exist before."

But once you put on these proper clothes, you have them.

He turned to the swing and asked, "Does a life-or-death struggle count as a major issue?"

The swing's eyes widened: "You're going to fight a great supernatural being? Are you out of your mind?"

Huang Liang nodded, his tone eerily calm:

"It was only after I put on these righteous clothes that I learned about the existence of a great supernatural being."

My supernatural powers are almost completely effective against the opponent.

If prepared properly, it's not impossible to kill them directly.

He paused for a moment, then added, "Besides, just treat him as seriously injured."

The swing was stunned: "Who?"

Huang Liang raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on a white flag above the arena in the distance.

A large "Question" on the flag fluttered in the wind.

"President of the Immortal Ascension Society,"

Huang Liang enunciated each word slowly and deliberately, "Wu Yuanzhen."