Among them, most of the forces originated from the Immortal Cultivation Dynasty and suffered the most violent attacks.

Some sects relied on their own strengths to safely fend off the attacks of their deceased ancestors.

But there are some who are not so lucky. Many of them, the contemporary leaders die overnight and power is taken back by the dead.

At noon the next day, these returning dead disappeared again, and along with the sects they controlled, they all disappeared in the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world.

This group of terrorist attackers came quickly and left even faster, leaving behind only panic among the people.

The fantasy world of the underworld, Fengdu City.

Jiang Li poured a basin of ice water mixed with thousand-year-old ice fragments on Grand Secretary Meng Gu.

The old man was startled and woke up.

This made Jiang Li even more wary of him. The fact that he could wake up through such physical means meant that his injuries were not as serious as imagined.

"Young man, you should be more gentle with the elderly."

Grand Secretary Meng Gu was accustomed to taking advantage of his seniority. As a powerful upper-class god, he would always meet people groveling at his will wherever he went. He had never been treated like this before.

He wanted to get up, but found that he was wrapped in a black chain and had two shackles on his wrists.

As long as he made the slightest movement, the chains would emit rays of rune power, suppressing and restraining his strength.

"It's a damaged immortal weapon from ancient times, but unfortunately it's almost impossible to repair it. I also have two similar collections. If His Excellency the Lord of Fengdu City is interested, I can reluctantly give them to you."

As a knowledgeable university scholar, he saw through the true nature of the Dragon Prison Lock at a glance.

But at their level, this kind of thing is no longer rare.

Moreover, an earthly immortal is an earthly immortal. The Dragon Prison Chain, which was able to restrict the gods and prevent them from exerting any power in the past, can only barely suppress about 70% of his power when put on this person.

This is assuming the other party is seriously injured.

If it were his prime, he might not be able to trap the opponent at all.

"You are disrespectful to your elders. You come here and want to take away my acting city lord. Do you think that my Fengdu City is weak and can be bullied?"

"Since you did this, Senior, we didn't kill you while you were unconscious. You should be grateful for my mercy."

"Now, senior, please explain how you found the location of Fengdu City?"

Jiang Li held the mouth spear in his hand and pointed it at the opponent's heart without any concealment.

As long as this lecherous old guy shows any intention of resisting, just give him a hard blow.

The long spear in the mouthparts of the broken-winged black mosquito can pierce through his black scales in one go, and even the body of an earthly immortal would not be able to block it.

If this thing pierces your heart, I believe even an earthly immortal wouldn't be able to withstand it for long.

"Ahem, so that's how it is. My dear city lord and this girl, you have misunderstood me."

"First of all, I was able to find this ghost town by relying on a magic weapon from my deceased junior. After using it once, the magic weapon has been damaged, so you don't have to worry."

"Also, I saw that this girl was too excited and lost my manners before. I would like to apologize to you first."

"But that's not because of your beauty, but because you are the descendant of an old friend of mine."

"Excuse me, is your surname Qin?"

This university scholar's temper obviously improved a lot after he was injured. He still had some strength left, but he did not resist directly.

He moved his body a few times and found a comfortable stone nearby to lean on. He seemed a little nonchalant about Jiang Li and the thirteen ghost kings surrounding him.

Then he spoke Qin Shuman's last name in a nostalgic tone.

"Old man, fortune-telling by charlatans is not uncommon in the world of immortal cultivation. What's the big deal about knowing a surname?"

Jiang Li confirmed the other party's guess in another way.

"So his last name is Qin? Then it's correct."

"My dear City Lord, do you know what the brush hidden in your sleeve is made of?"

Grand Secretary Meng Gu looked at Jiang Li's sleeves. Just now when he was unconscious, all the things on his body had been searched clean.

He seized this in a fair and open manner, so how could he hide it?

But Jiang Li did not respond to the university scholar's words. Instead, he calmly walked up to the old man and kicked the stone he was leaning against to pieces.

On the broken stone, one could see a half-written word in blood.

It was obvious that this university scholar wrote it silently with his hands behind his back, with his fingers rubbed raw.

He was trying to divert Jiang Li's attention, but he was doing this kind of trick behind his back.

After roughly piecing together the blood-stained stones, it could be seen that it was an unfinished word "解".

The magical powers of Mohen Academy do not necessarily have to be written down with a pen.

If written with one's own blood and essence, the power can be even greater.

If he could figure out the solution to this word, he would be able to break free from the chains on his body.

By then, it is not certain whether an injured earth immortal will be as easy to talk to as he is now.

"Grand Scholar Meng Gu, I suggest that if you have something to say, just say it directly instead of doing these little tricks."

"I'm afraid you'll have to use your feet to write from now on."

Jiang Li tightened the Dragon Prison Chain even more and tied the old man's hands in front of him, preventing him from doing any more tricks.

Then he took out the brush and after cleaning the ink off the tip of the brush, he found that the tip of the brush was still jet black, each hair was straight and tough, and the broken end was a regular circle.

"This appears to be human hair."

Jiang Li studied the brush. The old man, whose thoughts were exposed, sighed and continued to explain.

"That brush was the last gift that King Ning gave to Mohen Academy. Please, I and others will take care of his descendants."

"The tip of the brush is made from the prince's hair."

The old man sighed and seemed to recall something from long ago.

"Prince Ning? What do you mean?"

"Yes, he was a powerful prince from the Xiuxian Dynasty back then."

"My friend, you must know by now that a bloody storm has been set off in the Xiuxian world. This disaster was caused by another prince of the Xiuxian Dynasty, the Blood Prince."

"But the Prince of Ning is more peace-loving and has always been on good terms with the Imperial Academy, the predecessor of our Moheng Academy."

The Grand Secretary told a lot of lies, nine of which were true and one was false, trying to deceive Jiang Li.

It’s a pity that Jiang Li has never heard of King Ning.

He didn't even care about the kings of the past dynasties of Xiuxian Dynasty, let alone a few princes.

The winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits, a group of old antiques that were swept into the garbage dump. He never thought it was necessary to study them.

In other words, those blood kings, through some unknown means, made a comeback from the City of the Dead and became entangled with the Wantu Clan. It was really annoying.

But what about King Ning? According to what the old man said, the origin of the female ghost Qin Shuman is probably quite extraordinary.

"My dear, pluck a hair from the brush and place it in your palm. See what kind of reaction you get."

This Grand Secretary Menggu had done this once before.

Jiang Li pulled out a few strands of hair as he was told, but did not put them in his palm. Instead, he conjured up a wooden table and placed it on top of it.

Just like before, the hair reacted immediately, like an iron wire attracted by a magnet, and flew towards Qin Shuman who was standing not far away.

"At this time, blood is drawn together! This young lady is of the bloodline of Prince Ning! The legitimate descendant of the Immortal Cultivation Dynasty!"

"Now the Blood King has appeared in the world, causing chaos in the Eastern Region."

"That blood prince once launched a terrible rebellion at the end of the dynasty!"

"Now that he has reappeared in the world, he must want to restart the dynasty era and enslave the entire cultivation world."

Grand Secretary Meng Gu became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes revealing a strong sense of mission, as if he was carrying the lives of all sentient beings in the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world on his shoulders.

"It would be an unprecedented disaster!"

"And Miss Qin is the descendant of Prince Ning, a true princess and daughter. She is also qualified to open the Afang Palace."

"Only she can save the Eastern Region's cultivation world today!"

"Although I am old and have not much time left, please allow me to assist the princess and return to the Afang Palace to avoid this terrible war!"

As he spoke, this Grand Secretary Meng Gu even began to bang his head on the ground, showing such great respect to the female ghost Qin Shuman.

If it were a young hero just starting out, he would surely be moved by his bold words and words of justice.

They will only rush to untie the shackles on each other, and then fight together for a great cause for the rest of their lives.

As expected of an immortal who has been a teacher for a thousand years, he has a strong grasp of people's hearts and is good at telling stories. With his eloquent mouth, he can easily arouse the desires of others.

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On the one hand, it is the honor, mission, and responsibility to save the people of the Eastern Region.

On the one hand, it is the Afang Dragon Vein, the national treasure of the Qin Dynasty’s Immortal Cultivation Dynasty!

According to his thinking, as long as Jiang Li agrees, then he can do a great thing of saving the world and get the most valuable treasure in the Eastern Region.

It seems that power, beauty, wealth and strength are all within reach.

But Jiang Li curled his lips and sneered at the old man's words.

Isn't this just an enhanced version of paying a huge sum of money to have a child? How can such a good thing happen!

Mr. Meng Gu, 90% of what he said may be true.

But Jiang Li was the only one who didn't believe in the old guy's character at all.

When he attacked Qin Shuman, he didn't know about the Blood King.

As soon as they started, they either "captured" or "collected". Where was the intention to take care of the old friend? It was obvious that they wanted to control Qin Shuman and use her as the key to obtain the dragon veins and relics of the Qin Dynasty! What about that King Ning, who entrusted his hair and descendants to their Mohen Academy.

If they said they killed King Ning, it would be more likely that they pulled out his hair and made a brush out of it.

Otherwise, how could the descendants of King Ning end up in the remote Dachong Mountains?

In all likelihood, it was to avoid these "loyal" and powerful monks.

Jiang Li covered his head and carefully recalled the history of the Immortal Cultivation Dynasty that he knew.

He knew what a valuable thing a dragon vein was. With the size of the Immortal Cultivation Dynasty at that time, it would most likely not be a problem to cultivate a dragon vein.

But there has been no news about the so-called national treasure.

Did this old man just make it up?

No, it is very likely true.

When Jiang Li obtained the City God Ghost Head Knife, he had some understanding of that huge dynasty.

One of the things was rather odd.

It is said that a country cannot be without a king for a day, but in the last thirty years of the Immortal Cultivation Dynasty, there was strangely no king.

And it was at that time that the Blood King rebelled.

This is quite interesting. Obviously there is no king, so who can the Blood Prince, as a prince, rebel against?

What was the reason that caused the dynasty to fall apart after thirty years without a new ruler? Looking at the current situation of the immortal cultivation world, it is easy to get the answer.

Only those who are crowned by the Afang Dragon Vein can become a king, and the national treasure can probably only be used by the king.

But at that time, the major immortal cultivation forces that had become too powerful to be eliminated in the dynasty had been obstructing the new king from ascending the throne because they were afraid of the power of that precious treasure.

As a result, there was no new ruler in the last thirty years of the dynasty.

This would make it easier for them to divide up the vast dynasty.

Through various means, they finally divided the Qin Dynasty, and after breaking it up and reorganizing it, they came into being the current Eastern Region Immortal Cultivation World and the Temple of the Gods.

And the Blood King who was accused of rebelling probably really wanted to save the dynasty and eliminate the corrupt officials.

But the Blood King failed in the end. As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, so he became the bandit.

Of course Jiang Li doesn’t think that the Blood King is a good person.

As a beneficiary of history, Jiang Li’s view is naturally that the evil dynasty system has excessively exploited the interests of those who practice Taoism.

Their overthrow was the inevitable course of history and the redemption of the great immortal cultivators. . .

Ahem, no matter how much water was mixed in Grand Secretary Meng Gu’s words, he did arouse Jiang Li’s interest.

According to him, it was a treasure that was enough to overturn everything.

If the Blood King, or one of the many princes, had inherited the throne and regained control of the treasure, the dynasty could have at least been extended for another thousand years.

Even if it is obtained by the Blood King now, it may really be able to subvert the current cultivation landscape in the Eastern Region.

Jiang Li would be unable to sleep or eat well if such a treasure fell into the hands of others. It seemed that he had no choice but to wade into this muddy water.

However, times have changed, things have changed, and now the only two known royal heirs have both turned into ghosts. Who knows if a ghost can be crowned king again?

"Shuman, do you still remember what happened before you died?"

Jiang Li only knew that this silly girl was deceived by a scholar during her lifetime.

Longing for love, she eloped secretly without telling her family. Then the scholar took her out of the house and sold her directly to Qitu Town, where she was then molded into a clay statue and worshipped as a god of fortune.

As for his past life, I have never asked in detail.

When asked now, Qin Shuman shook her head. She had been dead for too long, and she had no cultivation during her lifetime, so she could not remember much.

If Jiang Li had known the result would be like this, he would not be disappointed.

He reached out and grasped the tip of the brush, and as the university scholar looked shocked and distressed, he forcibly pulled out all the hairs.

This magic brush is useless.

The brush was not big. After roughly counting the hairs on it, plus the few they had pulled out before, there were a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine.

The quantity is a little less, but it's barely enough.

In return, a stubborn hermit came over, handed the hair in his hand to the other party, and then began to give orders.

"Using Qitu Ghost Town as the center, search all human gathering places within a radius of 5,000 miles."

"Focus on the surname Qin. Regardless of whether they are from a cultivation family or an ordinary mortal, use this kind of hair to test them all."

"If there is any abnormal movement in the hair, bring it back immediately."

Just one sentence and the people below will run themselves to pieces.

Even if it is purely looking for a needle in a haystack, Jiang Li's words will mobilize tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.

With the cooperation of the omnipresent and more numerous little demons, it is not too difficult to investigate such a large area by spending some time.

After explaining these things, he looked at the old man on the ground again.

"Grand Master Meng Gu is a scholar of great learning. Could you please tell me the story of the Afang Dragon Vein?"

. . . .

In the Eastern Region's world of immortal cultivation, one crisis after another has arisen.

On the other side of the distant sea, the heroes of the expedition have arrived at another new continent.

The land occupied by the Jiamian ogre tribe is Heniuzhou, one of the nine provinces in the world!

(End of this chapter)