Chapter 707 216: A Visitor from the Salvation Society

The Drunken Daoist left. He only offered a single sentence before departing in a hurry, without any unnecessary chatter.

Shen Bai didn't know what the Drunken Daoist was thinking, but the man had said he would bring him three heads. Shen Bai thought it over and figured he was probably referring to the three Demonic Forces.

'This Drunken Daoist is certainly a straightforward one. I haven't even promised I can help him, yet he's already off to kill those three from the Demonic Forces. If it turns out I can't help him, wouldn't he have shot himself in the foot?'

Shen Bai mused, stroking his chin.

The thought appeared and vanished in an instant. He pushed it to the back of his mind and then took out a brush and paper from nearby.

Red Makeup materialized as a ray of light, landing beside Shen Bai and carefully grinding ink for him.

Before long, Shen Bai was using the black ink Red Makeup had prepared to write down all the details of the Drunken Daoist's situation on the paper, which he then sealed in an envelope.

"Ding Quan." Shen Bai formed the words with his Qi, speaking softly.

Ding Quan, who had been on standby near the five-story building, heard Shen Bai call for him and quickly made his way to the fifth floor.

"What can I do for you, Lord Shen?"

Shen Bai handed the envelope to Ding Quan and said, "Deliver this letter to the higher-ups at the Observatory. They should know what to do."

Ding Quan looked at the letter in his hand, knowing full well what he should and shouldn't ask. He didn't dare to inquire further and quietly left the room.

After Ding Quan had left, Shen Bai leaned back in his chair, gazing at the scenery outside the window. He furrowed his brow, lost in thought about the Drunken Daoist.

"These old relics from the Era of Ten Thousand Cities are popping up one after another. It looks like a great disaster is about to befall this world," Shen Bai said.

Red Makeup sat beside Shen Bai, her hands crossed in her lap.

Hearing Shen Bai speak, Red Makeup said in a soft, quiet voice.

"Master, what the puppet master behind the scenes wants is chaos. The most powerful dynasty of the past, one worthy of being called a Divine Dynasty, was shattered by this person. The Era of Ten Thousand Cities was a golden age that followed, one that should have produced an existence to surpass even the peak of the Divine Dynasty. Yet it too vanished into thin air, all because of that same person."

"He won't let the people of this world live in peace."

Shen Bai nodded. "I wonder what this so-called 'experiment' is. Could the Era of Ten Thousand Cities have been nothing more than one of the puppet master's experiments? In that case, there must be even more profound mysteries in this world."

Red Makeup gently shook her head. "I do not know either. But as you grow stronger, Master, you will come into contact with more and more secrets. In the future, when you reach the pinnacle, perhaps you will understand everything."

"Perhaps."

Shen Bai stretched lazily. He wasn't too concerned with these secrets at the moment. "There's nothing pressing today. Let's go for a stroll. We can get back to work when we return."

There's a time for work and a time for play. Shen Bai had been grinding his Infinite Divination Skill's Skill Level recently, and his nerves had been constantly on edge.

The Drunken Daoist's visit had conveniently interrupted his train of thought, so he might as well take the opportunity to go out and get something to eat.

Amber popped out from within Shen Bai's body, latched onto his arm, and clamored, "Food! Food! Master, let's go to that steamed bun shop! Their buns are super yummy!"

"You really are a little foodie." Shen Bai pinched Amber's cat ears, then went downstairs with Red Makeup and headed for the street outside.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

During this time, the Jianghu was mired in an atmosphere that was both calm and terrified.

The terror stemmed from the news of the Mad Blade Sect's annihilation, which had gradually spread. The calm, on the other hand, came from the fact that the Observatory had still made no move.

Many of the more perceptive Jianghu People speculated that the Observatory might have discovered something and had already begun to act in secret.

And amidst this atmosphere of terrified calm, a young, gentle Daoist, as refined as jade, was making waves in the Jianghu of Lingyun Dao.

...

Atop a certain mountain peak, corpses littered the ground. There were Daoists, Monks, and people from Xinhua Academy.

At the very front, Cangxuan Taoist, who had been exuding a powerful aura, suddenly pitched forward and fell to the ground, becoming just another corpse.

The Vice Dean of Xinhua Academy in Lingyun Dao was covered in wounds. He stared in terror at the Drunken Daoist, his voice trembling.

"You committed endless slaughter in the Era of Ten Thousand Cities! You should be one of us! Why are you helping Shen Bai against me?"

Just a short while ago, the Drunken Daoist had used a terrifying Daoist Skill to divine their origins.

And all of this was related to the Drunken Daoist's revival and the actions of the Wild Taoist Sect.

It was because of the Soul Summoning Technique that the Drunken Daoist was able to use these clues to find them.

In just a few days, the three Demonic Forces had fled with all their might, only to be cornered on this mountain peak and completely wiped out by the Drunken Daoist alone.

The Drunken Daoist glanced at the Vice Dean and shook his head. "I never kill wantonly, nor do I bully the weak. In my life, I only kill those whose dao conflicts with mine. My thinking has changed now, but between me and indiscriminate slaughterers like you, there is a gulf as wide as Heaven and Earth. We will never cross paths."

"If we will never cross paths, then why are you killing us?"

The Vice Dean coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood, his face growing ever more furious.

The Drunken Daoist said faintly, "I have a deal with Shen Bai of Lingyun Dao. This is just me paying my fee in advance. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Besides, I just don't like the look of you. Is that reason enough?"

A miserable look appeared on the Vice Dean's face, and he burst into laughter. "You were a peerless figure in the Era of Ten Thousand Cities, but there are those in the Four Kingdoms today who are stronger than you. With your personality, you'll definitely die without a burial place!"

"When my people from the Era of Ten Thousand Cities revive, that will be the day you die."

The Drunken Daoist sneered. "You're talking about those puppet masters behind the scenes, aren't you? Back then, you tried to recruit me. When I refused, you hunted me down, only for me to kill a good number of you in return. People like you... even now, you're still not worthy."