Chapter 231 is nearing its end. "Report! Quickly!" Li Feng jumps up...
"Report! Quickly!" Li Feng jumped out of the car, grabbed his gun, and searched the vicinity, but there was nothing there except their car.
"Quickly inform the Imperial Advisor that the Savior has gone missing, and the suspect is the Coffin-Holding Clan of the Burial Valley!" Li Feng's face was unusually grim; he was panting heavily, his face flushed with anger.
He never imagined that the savior would be taken away right under his nose.
"What's going on?!" Just a few minutes later, Suhe called.
"Just now..." Li Feng briefly described everything he had seen.
After a moment of silence, Su He spoke up: "I understand. Notify the area where Funeral Valley is located to surround Funeral Valley."
She paused for a moment after speaking before continuing, "Also, remember to keep Yuwen in check, the one who's taking you there."
"The notification has already been sent out," Li Feng said, taking a deep breath.
After hearing this, Suhe gave a soft "hmm" and hung up the phone without saying anything more.
There's no need to elaborate on Li Feng's situation; he could only notify various departments by phone to deploy controls throughout the city and the province, including the Funeral Valley.
Meanwhile, Su He looked up at the person in front of her with a cold gaze: "Zhang family, Zhang Lingyu?"
The young man in front of her wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a relatively calm expression, but the wariness and panic in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Your Zhang family is quite something, huh?" Su He's lips twitched, but her tone was rather indifferent.
Zhang Lingyu silently watched Su He until his wife and children were led into the room by Jin Mai, at which point his expression changed drastically: "All of this was done by the adults and has nothing to do with the children. My wife doesn't know anything about it either!"
"And what about the people you killed? How many of them were underage children?" Su He's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Jinmai gave Zhang Lingyu a look of disgust before turning his gaze to his wife with tenderness: "I just heard you on the phone, what happened at Funeral Valley?"
Su He smiled sarcastically: "I really didn't expect that besides your four major families, there would also be the Funeral Valley involved."
Upon hearing this, Jinmai's expression changed: "Then what about the peaches?!"
Su He nodded silently and looked at Zhang Lingyu.
Zhang Lingyu looked completely bewildered.
"You didn't know?" Suhe asked, somewhat surprised.
Zhang Lingyu quickly shook his head: "I really didn't know about the Burial Valley."
Suhe's fingers tapped on the table, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
Seeing her silence, Zhang Lingyu assumed she didn't believe him and quickly knelt down in front of her: "Grand Preceptor, I really don't know, please spare my wife and children."
Suhe's thoughts were interrupted by his pleading voice. She glanced at Jinmai and signaled for him to take the man away.
Jinmai waved his hand and had someone take the person away.
This action terrified Zhang Lingyu, causing his expression to shift from initial composure to death; instead, his face turned deathly pale and filled with despair.
"Don't worry." Su He's lips twitched slightly as she said softly, "Our Celestial Master clan has always followed the will of Heaven and the laws of Earth, and will not subject you to private punishment."
Zhang Lingyu didn't believe it. The Zhang family, where he grew up, never showed mercy to those who betrayed the family. Even he himself had personally executed some people. How could he believe that the more powerful Celestial Masters clan would be so clean?
Suhe could guess his thoughts from his expression, but she was no longer willing to waste any more words with him.
Jin Mai, who always understood his wife, didn't let Zhang Lingyu say anything more and simply waved for someone to take his family away to the police station.
"What do we do now?" Jinmai poured his wife a cup of tea and asked softly.
Su He looked dejected: "I have no choice but to go to Funeral Valley myself. Why did they betray us? If something really happens to Peach, what will become of the world..."
Jinmai didn't offer any further words of comfort. Instead, he held his wife in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, hoping to offer her some solace.
Sang Zhitao, whom they were worried about, suddenly found herself in a dilapidated temple.
It's unclear what god this temple enshrines; the statue is covered in mottled marks, and traces of paint and gold leaf can still be seen in the finest corners.
However, the upper half of the statue seemed to have been cut off by some sharp weapon, leaving only half of it standing on the altar.
Looking at the lower half of the statue, the exquisitely carved skirt was adorned with various jeweled pendants, and a pearl and gemstone chain hung from the slender waist that was only half visible.
On the ground to one side of the altar, lies a section of flowing cloud-patterned sleeve, carved with various auspicious cloud and fortune patterns. From the fine details of the painted details, one can tell how magnificent this statue was in its time.
She looked up and saw that although the caisson ceiling was covered with a layer of dust, its original beauty was still evident. Apart from that, the entire temple roof was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters.
Sang Zhitao looked around and found that there was only this one altar and half a statue in the entire temple. Apart from that, there were no broken pieces of tables and chairs, and there was no trace of the small statues that were common in other temples.
Upon inspection, it was discovered that the dilapidated temple had been cleaned up very well, with not a speck of dust visible except on the roof.
"You're awake?" A voice suddenly came from behind her as she looked around.
Sang Zhitao shifted her chubby body and turned to look at the person who spoke.
The speaker was a woman who was over forty years old. She had her hair styled in the clamshell style of a Qing Dynasty woman, and wore pearl and gemstone hair ornaments with pearl tassels hanging down.
She wore a dark blue, diagonally-fastened overcoat and a white, floral-patterned skirt.
Her typical Qing Dynasty woman's attire made her already not-so-young face appear even older.
"Who are you?" Sang Zhitao's sweet voice echoed in the empty temple.
The woman smiled slightly, her clear, cool voice ringing out: "I've forgotten my old name. Later they called me 'Coffin-Holder Clan,' and now..."
"You can call me Master Qinglan."
Sang Zhitao felt like she had heard her voice somewhere before.
Before she could figure it out, Qinglan continued, "Aren't you curious why I had Fu Guanshi bring you here?"
Sang Zhitao instantly remembered where she had heard that voice before: "You are the master of the Coffin-Holding Clan!"
Qinglan was not surprised at all that she had guessed her identity, and smiled and nodded at her.
Sang Zhitao was somewhat surprised. She had heard this voice when she first woke up in this world, earnestly instructing her disciple on leaving the valley.
The voice was cool yet warm, leading her to subconsciously assume the person was young, but she never expected it to be a woman in her forties.
"You captured me to kill me?"
Sang Zhitao recalled her time with Fu Guanshi, pondering the things that puzzled her.
Qinglan smiled and shook her head: "Not necessarily, perhaps you won't die."
"Why? Since the Celestial Master considers me a savior, what's your reason for killing me?" Sang Zhitao looked at Qinglan in confusion. "Aren't you afraid of the world being destroyed?"
Upon hearing this, Qinglan's previously friendly expression suddenly changed, and her eyes turned fierce.
She stared intently at Sang Zhitao, panting heavily, as if she had heard some heinous crime from Sang Zhitao.
Time slowly passed, and she slowly closed her eyes, exhaled heavily a few times, and then looked at Sang Zhitao with her original expression: "The world will not be destroyed, as long as you disappear."
Qinglan looked at Sang Zhitao with a change in her gaze from indifference to pity: "Perhaps you won't die, after all, your body belongs to this world."
Sang Zhitao frowned, clearly not understanding: "I'm still a baby, my brain isn't fully developed yet, I really can't understand your adult mysteries. Let me put it simply."
Qinglan seemed taken aback by her words, and after coughing lightly, she said, "Alright, then I'll just give a brief explanation."
A thousand years ago, the then Celestial Master suddenly announced a three-year seclusion. At that time, the world was in a golden age of peace and prosperity, and since the Celestial Master had left behind four powerful disciples, everyone felt at ease letting her go into seclusion.
Three years later, a bolt of lightning struck the place where the Celestial Master had been in seclusion, turning it into ruins.
The Celestial Master, who was only in his early twenties, emerged from the ruins with a full head of white hair and deeply lined skin, looking like he was in his eighties.
Later, the next generation of the Celestial Master hurriedly took over the position.
Three months later, the Celestial Master passed away, leaving behind a prophecy.
Afterwards, the four disciples of the sacrificed Celestial Master left the capital to oversee the four directions, carrying out their master's orders.
On the day they left, the Celestial Master secretly took an egg out of the ruins and sent it to the Funeral Valley to be cared for by the Coffin-Holding Clan.
"And then?" Sang Zhitao tilted her head. "I was just an egg back then, so you probably couldn't have given me anything, right?"
Qinglan's recollection was interrupted. She looked at Sang Zhitao with displeasure, then sighed and continued, "Indeed, it's just an egg."
"But... the Valley Master at the time was overcome by greed..."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow: "So it was you who demanded money and treasures from the four great families?"
Qinglan paused for a moment before nodding emphatically.
Before Sang Zhitao could ask any further questions, she said, "Human greed is uncontrollable, even for the Fu Guan clan."
"This has nothing to do with you killing me, right?" Sang Zhitao asked, puzzled.
"Yes, if that were all, we wouldn't have needed to kill you, but later..."
Just as the Funeral Valley was demanding wealth and treasures for the second time, the Coffin-Holding Clan received a divine oracle.
"Another divine decree?!" Sang Zhitao frowned. "You can't expect what you receive to become my stepping stones, can you?"
“No, what we received was that you are the one who brings about a great calamity.” Qinglan shook her head, but was not at all surprised by the other divine message that Sang Zhitao had given.
It seems they learned everything from the coffin-bearer.
"You believe it?" Sang Zhitao asked incredulously. "Why? You've existed longer than the four great families, and you could even say you've existed for about the same time as the Celestial Masters. How could you believe such a divine decree?"
"Because we witnessed a miracle." Qinglan looked at the half-destroyed statue.
"Is she your god?" Sang Zhitao followed her gaze.
Qinglan nodded: "At first, no one believed it, but then a god appeared. She led us to the edge of the world and we saw the evil god constantly attacking this world."
"Later... we saw an alien star enter this place, and the evil god followed in her footsteps."
"That star is me?" Sang Zhitao pointed to herself, speechless.
She had already learned in previous worlds that the so-called world crisis was a test of the world's consciousness and the native humans. If they passed the test, everything would be fine; if they failed, they would all die together.
She is a bug that forcibly enters the world's process, inserting a nail into the upcoming test, so that the world can easily overcome the test when it arrives.
Ignoring the speechlessness on her face, Qinglan continued, "Back then, a corner of the world was shattered by an evil god, and our god sacrificed himself to mend the sky in order to stop everything."
Speaking of mending the sky, Sang Zhitao's heart stirred, and a figure flashed through her mind...
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