Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Behind the Bones

red as natural as a crop growing from the soil, though the process itself was overlooked.On the bamboo desk, there was nothing but an open jade book. At this moment, it was blank.Jiang Wang had once e...After formally entering the Eight-Rank Zhoutian Realm, Jiang Wang adjusted his daily meridian-washing practice to twice a day, morning and evening.

The next stage of cultivation no longer seeks to hasten the formation of the Dao vortex. Instead, it involves deliberately slowing down and solidifying the foundation.

He built the small three talents, completing the small Zhou Tian was natural. But the accumulation of the great Zhou Tian was not enough.

Even so, with the Star-Binding Spirit Serpent and three Stellar River Spirals, every day the Heavenly Palace of Transcendence gave birth to thirty-three Dao Origins. This meant that in almost ten days' time, another new Dao Spiral could be constructed.

Jiang Wang was just expending a great deal of Daoyuan to hone his Dao techniques and temper his foundation in the Zhoutian realm.

Now, among the several brothers, both Jiang Wang and Du Yehu are cultivators at the eighth rank Zhoutian realm.

Du Yexiao's ability to reach such a high level of cultivation in the military was due not only to his mastery of ancient martial arts techniques like Qi and Blood Circulation, but also to his significant progress in the Four Spirits Body Tempering Art. In this regard, he surpassed Jiang Wang.

Zhao Rucheng quietly completed the foundation-laying and caught up with Ling He's cultivation.

Two Ninth Grade Touring Pulse Realm cultivators, one Eighth Grade Zhoutian Realm cultivator, can already independently form a small team to complete some tasks with slightly higher difficulty.

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The desire of the Daoist cultivators for Dao merit is endless.

For example, Ling He and Zhao Ru Cheng each need at least one magic artifact. Even the lowest tier two artifacts require a thousand Dao Xun points. For example, some powerful Dao arts beyond regular Dao arts can have an immediate effect on combat effectiveness, and also require a certain amount of Dao Xun to be exchanged. For example, Jiang Wang needs to get Jiang An An a better opening meridian pill, but he doesn't even know the price yet, so he can only try to accumulate as much as possible.

So, be proactive in doing tasks. Be proactive in challenging yourself.

It can hone worldly experience, verify one's learning, and help in national construction. One has to say that the person who first established the Dao-Xun system was truly a great talent who saw through the world.

Although Wong Ah-jan often hung out with them, as the senior brother from the previous year, he also had his own fixed team.

A team that usually works together on tasks for a long time has a maximum of five members.

Though consisting of only three members, Jiang Wang and his team are by no means weak.

At first, no one expected Jiang Wang to advance so quickly to the Zhoutian Realm. After all, his groundbreaking ceremony had been delayed for a long time.

Others are less clear about how much Jiang Wang, who frantically fought in the Illusory Realm of Infinity to hone himself through "gong," has grown stronger now.

Although he had only recently entered the Zhoutian Realm, if the Sancheng Lundaos were to reopen now, he was confident that he could compete for the top spot in the Three Years of Life.

In terms of cultivation and combat strength, Jiang Wang already leads the way. But the captain is still Ling He.

Even during his time outside the inner gate, Ling He was meticulous and cautious in his actions. Although he didn't seem to have a strong presence, he was the most reliable person who never made mistakes. Moreover, he had the best relationships with people in the Dao Institute.

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For the remaining two vacancies on the team, Jiang Wang and the others decided to fill them from next year's junior cohort. If no suitable candidates are found, they would rather leave the spots vacant.

Within the same team, there are too many challenges to face, and it's important for everyone to get along. It's not that one more person means one more unit of combat power. Sometimes an unsuitable person can ruin the entire team.

After the team was formed, their first mission was an eighth-rank task.

Moreover, these were direct assignments issued by the Daoist Institute to them, which they could not refuse. Of course, the Dao Xun rewards also increased by 30% as usual.

The pre-mission briefing was not complicated:

A squad of Daoist disciples, fully staffed, was wiped out during a mission to hunt down two rogue demonic cultivators. Only one cultivator at the Wandering Pulse Realm survived.

According to intelligence reports, the two cultists on the left side only had the cultivation level of the ninth rank. And this Daoist sect team has two eighth-rank Zhoutian realm cultivators and three ninth-rank Youmai realm cultivators. Logically speaking, it should be a sure thing.

The Linghe Squad's job is to investigate the truth behind this mission.

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And the only survivor of this mission was Fang He-ling.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Wang headed to the Fang family estate. His mood was undoubtedly complex.

He has drunk freely here and escaped death here.

However, to his surprise, throughout the entire Fang family compound, the Fang family members were all in a hurry and hardly anyone paid them any attention. Of course, there was no anticipated hostility or hatred.

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Zhao Rucheng and Jiang Wang glanced at each other, then casually stopped a woman passing by.

Excuse me, miss. Could you tell me where Fang Hualing is

This woman, who was originally very impatient, saw Zhao Ruocheng's handsome face and calmed down a bit. She tossed her hair and said, "You want to ask the young master..."

Clan Leader

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Zhao Rucheng became a little interested and smiled, “We are all disciples of the Dao Academy. If there’s something we can help Brother Fang with, I wonder if the lady would be willing to tell us”

Hearing that Zhao Rucheng was a disciple of the Daoist courtyard and even Fang Huelin's senior brother, the woman had completely dispelled the resentment she had felt from being stopped halfway. Her smile became especially brilliant: "The young clan leader is at home! The path here is messy, let me lead you."

As she spoke, she led Zhao Rucheng forward, completely ignoring Ling He and Jiang Wang who were beside her from beginning to end.

“Well then, I'll have to trouble you with this, miss.” Zhao Ruocheng smiled gently, like a spring breeze warming the heart.

The two of them chatted happily along the way. Ling He and Jiang Wang silently followed behind. By the time they reached Fang Hueling's doorstep, the two were almost starting to exchange their birth dates and astrological signs.

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After introducing herself and her purpose to the doorman, the woman reluctantly departed.

Zhao Rucheng smiled and bid her farewell, then turned back and chuckled, "Interesting."

The interesting thing was not this girl.

In their recent conversation, they have already become clear about the changes in Fang's family.

The head of the Fang clan, who had been bedridden for many years, passed away a few days ago. Fang Zehou, the de facto leader of the Fang clan, naturally took over his position from his nominal title.

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But now the de facto leader of the Fang family is actually "Young Clan Head" Fang Huelin.

Since Fang Zehou took office as the chief, he has handed over all the power of the tribe to his son.

Of course, this was bound to happen sooner or later, and paving the way for his son is only natural. But it gives off a feeling of being too rushed. Moreover, Fang Zehou is still young and vigorous, he shouldn't be retiring so early.

While they were deep in thought, the doorman had already reported back.

Fang He-ling did not put on airs, and directly followed the doorman out of the gate. His face was not very good, but he was not too disrespectful.

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This is a kind of progress. Based on his past personality, Jiang Wang thought he would at least make a fuss.

"Is there anything" he asked Linghe.

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"That's right, Fang-shixiong," Ling He explained. "Regarding the mission you went through before..."

“I made the task quite clear. Both the Daoist Academy and the Criminal Investigation Division have records.” Fang Huerling cut him off: “You can go look them up instead of asking me again. You don’t have that right, and I don’t have that obligation.”

“We have the right.” Ling He said very calmly, “We took on the Dao Institute’s investigation task. Anyone or any organization involved needs to cooperate with us. Not only are you like this, but so is the Criminal Affairs Division.”

"An investigation mission" Fang He Ling seemed a little surprised, but quickly suppressed it, not showing any more emotion.

I simply said, "Alright, let me say it again. That day we were chasing two rogue cultivators from the left path to a mountain outside Dujia Town. Because we had reached the Qichang Mountains and my leg was injured, I suggested whether we should lay an ambush outside the mountain and wait for the cultivators to come down."

But Zhang Xizhi, the leader of the group, insisted on going in himself. He told me to stay behind and recover, while he took the others into the mountains.

I waited until the next day, but they never came down. I knew something was wrong, so I contacted the local authorities. The Jixingsi and Daoist Temple both sent people over. They found their skeletons in a cave. That's how it all happened.

His right leg was indeed wrapped in several layers of gauze, with bloodstains visible.

"Only bones" Jiang Wang asked. He couldn't help but think back to what happened in Tangshe Town.

Fang Hulei glanced at him, her eyes no longer holding any trace of hatred. "Yes."

He turned to Ling He and said, "That's all I know. I don't know anything else. My grandfather is dead, and my father is heartbroken and can't handle things. Now the Fang family relies on me alone. I'm very busy, so please don't disturb me unless it's important. Okay"

After finishing his words, he looked at Ling He who remained still and asked, "Is there anything else"

I want to go in and light an incense stick.

"What" Fang He-ling thought she had misheard.

But Ling He just said earnestly, “I want to light an incense for Fang Pengju’s grandfather. He loved Pengju very much when he was alive.”

He really just wanted to pay his respects, it was pure and simple.

Fang He Ling fell silent for a moment, then stepped aside to let the person enter.

>eavens.>That boundless night seemed to spread beneath their feet, the army that had just finished its battle standing as if on high heaven.People momentarily saw heaven as earth and earth as heaven.Or...