Plague Lord?

Upon hearing this name, the Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable's crimson eyes flickered.

He was originally aloof and seemingly indifferent, but when he heard Fang Zong utter that name, the expression on his face instantly changed.

"You asked where the Plague Lord is, is it to avenge Hongniang?" the Thousand-Eyed Lord asked with a sigh.

Fang Zong nodded slightly, his fingers stroking the blade of the Heavenly Blade.

A trickle of blood slid gently down his fingertips, its deep crimson color merging into the red, broken piece of corpse in the center.

The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable's chest heaved. "Although you killed her, you admire her pure spiritual seed? You want to avenge her? Ha, ha ha ha ha..."

Laughter suddenly rose in volume, like a long wind blowing.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Thousand-Eyed Grand Venerable suddenly created a vortex in the ground, scattering all the surrounding disciples, whether they were outer disciples, law enforcement disciples, or even the more powerful inner disciples. Even the other Dao Spirit Grand Venerables were sent flying seven or eight miles away.

A high wall rises out of thin air.

The earth bulged up like a chimney-like structure, surrounding the Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable and Fang Zong, blocking the view from the outside world.

Then, the Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable took out a jade cup and a golden pot, poured out a cup of fine wine, and handed it to Fang Zong as if he were treating a friend.

"Drink this cup to the brim!"

The Thousand-Eyed Grandmaster said, "The middle red dot was originally named Hongniang. For the sake of her brothers, she braved hardships and embarked on the path of the fast sword. The torment she suffered far exceeded mine, and her ruthlessness far exceeded mine. It's like how I once used any means to become stronger, but I never slaughtered three thousand people in a single day just to hone that crimson sword intent."

"And then?" Fang Zong asked.

The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable laughed and said, "Among those three thousand people, there is a dwarf, a widow, and an old landlord. But the important ones are not them, but their relatives."

Before Fang Zong could ask any questions, the Thousand-Eyed Venerable laughed even harder and continued, "The dwarf is a pancake seller with no real skills and a wife who cheats on him. However, the dwarf's younger brother is resolute and exceptionally talented; the widow has remained a widow for ten years to raise her brother-in-law, who is also quite good; and of course, the most remarkable one is the landlord, who is a chosen one, no less so."

"And then what?"

Fang Zong narrowed his eyes.

“These three have all worked hard to cultivate and reached the level of a killing formation. They may even condense a pure spiritual seed. Therefore, I killed all three of them.”

"..."

After a moment's thought, Fang Zong understood what the Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable meant.

The red dot in the middle—no, it should be called the matchmaker. The matchmaker suffered greatly to avenge the village and save her brothers, and her resolute character earned Fang Zong's respect.

However, if the Plague Lord casually created the Matchmaker, then the Matchmaker created the three people mentioned by the Thousand-Eyed Lord, and fundamentally, there is no difference between the Matchmaker and these three people.

No, there is a difference.

The matchmaker is from the Blackwater Palace!

Fang Zong blinked and said, "You mean because Hong Niang is from the Blackwater Palace, you helped her kill these three juniors so that Hong Niang could cultivate in peace?"

"Stupid!"

"The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable said coldly."

"Not dull-witted!"

Fang Zong smiled without caring at all. "Junior understands what you mean. You mean that everyone is the same on the path of cultivation. Who among us has not had a thrilling past? Who has not had a reason to take action? Who has not had a firm will? Not just you and me, but also Hong Niang and those three people, and finally the Plague Venerable."

"intelligent!"

The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable also praised him generously.

In fact, those who have reached their level, even the most outstanding members of righteous sects, have stained themselves with enough blood to cover the heavens and earth.

Moreover, the Plague Lord knew about Hong Niang's situation, yet he allowed her to live. In some ways, the Plague Lord was more like a good person than Hong Niang...

"So, don't even think about avenging the matchmaker!"

The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable turned and left.

Suddenly, Fang Zongxiao asked a question that made the Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable feel numb all over and unable to move for a long time.

Half a month later, 6,270 miles south of the Blackwater Palace, heavy snow fell.

Snowflakes are falling, and the entire Chuanting River has been transformed into a white wonderland!

The Chuanting River flows for eight hundred miles through the snowy wilderness. The temperature is so low that ordinary people would be frozen solid upon entering, but the surging river cannot be frozen. The foreheads of the terrifying beasts that emerge from the river are larger than a horse-drawn carriage, yet they flee thousands of miles away in panic after they appear.

It was all because of that figure amidst the terrifying flames above the Chuanting River!

"Having reached the peak of the Imperial Path, even the temperature of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire is no longer sufficient."

Fang Zong chuckled softly as he ate the fire-attribute spiritual fruit.

He spoke simply, but the several Daoist Grand Venerables who had retreated three miles to the west couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment, speechless for a long time.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire is a top-tier treasure with the fire attribute.

Although Fang Zong obtained a rather mixed collection of items, which did not contain boundless sins or too many lives, and thus could not be considered true Red Lotus Karmic Fire, even so, Red Lotus Karmic Fire was still a treasure of the same level as the Styx Jellyfish!

"Boy, focus on your cultivation!" a Grand Venerable said in an unfriendly tone.

Fang Zong turned his head and smiled, pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and stuffed the remaining spiritual fruits into his mouth all at once.

The spiritual fruit transformed into a warm, gentle current, which, once inside the stomach, became a torrent of violent magical power, the quantity of which was terrifying even to the great venerables of the Blackwater Palace.

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