Chapter 1292: Collecting Puzzle Pieces, Longitude and Latitude Coordinates (5k)_3

After the resurgence of Spiritual Qi, you have even less of a chance.

The deeper the resurgence of Spiritual Qi progresses, the slimmer your already remote hope becomes.

The times are different, and no one can help you.

Even the Divine Land Imperial Court cannot help you now.

You should know how I treat you.

But now, the world is changing too fast, so fast that I can no longer guarantee I can completely handle it.

Even without waiting for the next step of the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you any longer.”

The fine rain drifted down, trickling off the flying eaves, like a curtain of water enveloping the house in the backyard.

The robed man stood outside, his words gentle, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

After hearing no response for a long time, he lightly shook his head and said.

“I’ve prepared everything I should, think it over carefully. Years ago, I asked a master to write the Copper Marriage Certificate, and it’s already stored in that box. If you’re willing, you can take it out anytime and sign your name. The Celestial Court they built is indeed incredibly miraculous. As long as the ceremony is completed, the marriage certificate is submitted to the Celestial Court, and your name will be engraved in it, unchangeable. You won’t have to worry about disappearing altogether one day. No matter how dire the situation, you can maintain your consciousness. No one can do anything to you. Think about it carefully.”

The robed man prattled on for a while, not getting a response, he then turned and left.

Inside the house it was hazy, and a thin silhouette could be vaguely seen sitting at the table.

She sat there silently, motionless, as if she hadn’t heard the words from outside.

Her figure exuded a sense of frailty and powerlessness, occasionally blurring, mirroring the haziness of the surroundings.

Whenever her figure began to blur, reaching a certain degree of haze, it seemed as if some power forcibly held her there, preventing her from dissipating.

After the robed man had gone far, she picked up the pen on the table and continued to write on the paper.

Outside, the robed man returned to his room, waved his large sleeve, and the slightly lessened fine rain outside continued to pour down, as if persistently washing something.

…

Wen Yan returned home and sent the new materials he had captured to the Black Box, asking it to continue comparing results.

Black Box’s comparison results showed no conclusion about the robed man, which did not surprise Wen Yan.

However, the Huang Pi Zi actually had results.

Several of the Huang Pi Zi had corresponding results.

One old Huang Pi Zi that had already died matched the record of a Yellow Immortal Child from back then, registered with the Scorching Sun Department.

Because at that time, infighting within the Huang Pi Zi’s internal factions was so fierce that dozens could die at once, and it was also the time when Huang Pi Zi’s sealing was most rampant.

This record detailed the coordinates of the old Huang Pi Zi’s clan’s registered territory.

Seeing this, Wen Yan became energized.

Although these guys were all Yellow Weasels, internally the two major factions considered each other heretics.

Moreover, with some not taking sides within the two factions, different regions, and different clans, even the Yellow Weasels themselves might not understand—it’s complicated.

Yet one thing had hardly changed.

These guys fought for territory the most, each time a deadly combat, often involving people in earlier days.

Decades ago, the people there were full of martial virtue; an aunt minding the rice fields could be a sharpshooter getting third place in a shooting contest to earn work points.

Gunfights were child’s play; in that area near Old Linzi, many were hunters with guns at home.

In fierce disputes, they even brought out cannons, or handmade them if needed.

The start of establishing authority by the Northeast Sunburst Sect, gaining authorization, was mainly to prevent people from being coerced into involving themselves in these Yellow Weasel wars.

The military district’s relationship with the Scorching Sun Department was the most amiable, often resorting to carpet bombing, which has historical reasons.

In this large background, if the clan’s old territory hadn’t gone extinct, then the territory might still be in others’ hands now.

Such methods might directly trace back to which specific clan it is, rather than which major faction it belongs to.

Wen Yan looked at the Black Box’s given latitude and longitude and asked it to continue checking which clan now held the registered position of these coordinates.

The result given by Black Box was vague, with explanations after.

The recorded data changed too fast, had severe lags; the other side wouldn’t actively update information monthly. The current record shows these coordinates fall under the Huang Pi Zi of the Fox, Yellow, White, Willow, and Gray factions.

Wen Yan silently regarded this information.

It was somewhat different from what he thought.

He pondered a bit and then took out his phone to call Granny Fox.

“Hello, Wen Yan, calling so late, what’s the matter?”

“Sorry, Granny, I forgot it was this late.”

“Whatever it is, just say it.”

“There’s something I want to ask, Granny, is there a place called Little Calf Village? Whose territory is it?”

“You’ve stumped me there. Wait a minute while I find out.”

“Alright, sorry for bothering you, Granny. It’s best not to let too many people know about this.”

Five minutes later, Granny Fox called back.

“You’re asking about the internal strife in the Old Huang family, right? It’s something outsiders can hardly intervene in or mediate.”

“How so?”

“That Little Calf Village is now a battlefield for both sides. I don’t know what you’ve heard, this is the latest information I have just learned. It’s about a gifted small Yellow Weasel in the Gray faction who got harmed by the Pure faction’s Huang Pi Zi, losing all spirituality. So the Gray faction was naturally unhappy, and then the Yellow Immortal Child worshipped by the Pure faction was somehow affected. Thus, both sides were infuriated and fought directly, causing dozens of deaths in one night. If the Scorching Sun Department hadn’t been holding them back, it might not just be their internal strife now but an all-out clash between the two factions.”

“Eh? They also need to worship?”

“Of course, they worship the moon, the ancestors.”

“Do you know when the Yellow Immortal Child over there got affected?” Wen Yan’s eyes brightened.

“Not long ago, it was just yesterday.”

“Yes, that’s right. Granny, do you know its location?”

“What are you planning to do? I advise you not to get involved in these affairs. Those Huang Pi Zi hold grudges and are quite extreme.”