Chapter 416: Chapter 234: Bottom-Line Thinking, Whom Do I Belong To

When Blood River Ancestor heard Zheng Fa shout the words “Chen County”, his face involuntarily showed confusion again. He looked at Zheng Fa, wondering in his heart:

Isn’t it, how does this person know everything?

From his expression, it seemed that Zheng Fa and his company didn’t even need to hear his answer anymore.

Zheng Fa guessed Chen County, merely due to a doubt in his mind:

No matter how strong the Great Freedom Demon Sect is, and how long they have endured, Divinity Transformation is always valuable.

Haven’t you seen how, after much struggle, the Supreme Dao produced a Jiang Chengkong?

Earlier, Jiang Chengkong’s communication mentioned that when Chen County gathered several Divinity Transformation cultivators, Zheng Fa was puzzled—what is there in that place, worth so many Divinity Transformation cultivators squatting there?

“So, the Divinity Transformation cultivators of the Great Freedom Demon Sect in Chen County, are they ushering the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor?”

Master Pang’s voice came; it was low, heavy, and quite unlike his usual speaking voice.

Zheng Fa turned to look at him and saw his slightly round face pale, his eyes staring at Blood River Ancestor, as if seeking confirmation.

“Heh.” Probably seeing his expression of horror, Blood River Ancestor laughed once, denying nothing, and pointed his finger at the “cooperation agreement” Zheng Fa had pulled out: “Saint Ancestor descends… these things you have, are meaningless.”

Zheng Fa understood this person’s thoughts:

Is Zheng Fa’s threat effective?

Effective.

The Demon Sect is indeed not a good place, and the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor is not of a good temper.

But even if your Jiushan Sect is good, what’s the use if it no longer exists?

It seems that seeing he understood his meaning, Blood River Ancestor said solemnly: “Do you think the Saint Ancestor cares about our loyalty? He doesn’t care, he just needs us to be fearful.”

“…”

“Over these years, as the Saint Ancestor has been in deep slumber, we naturally had less restraint…”

Zheng Fa suddenly thought of Lin Bufan.

That Lin Bufan could survive, naturally due to the Blood Burning Pill his uncle gave him.

On the other hand, the curse from the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor also seemed a bit weaker.

Now, hearing the words of Blood River Ancestor, it probably has to do with the state of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.

He looked at Blood River Ancestor, only to see his face bearing an expression like a helpless honesty: “You say I’ve thought about leaving the Holy Sect, I have indeed thought about it…”

“Everyone has.”

“But who dares to actually do it?”

Master Pang couldn’t help but ask: “Why not dare?”

“We cultivators of the Demon Sect, our powers all stem from the Saint Ancestor, and ultimately must return to the Saint Ancestor. The Saint Ancestor holds life and death over us.”

“…”

Zheng Fa inexplicably thought of the two strange talismanic diagrams in Lin Bufan’s blood.

The talismans of the Jiushan Sect today were still developed based on Lin Bufan’s blood.

The talismans are so miraculous, naturally not because Lin Bufan is very strong—he is just a Qi Cultivator.

What’s strong is his bloodline inherited from the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, those strange talismanic diagrams in his blood.

The statement of Blood River Ancestor that his power comes from the Saint Ancestor has its sound reasoning.

“Even if I agree to you, how many good days can I have?”

Blood River Ancestor finally asked this question, leaving Zheng Fa and the others with no good response.

After all, if the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor truly descends… then casting him into the Jiushan Realm, unless he split his mind, his brain must have split.

Zheng Fa asked a few more questions.

But Blood River Ancestor seemed not very willing to cooperate, and the previously mentioned issues were common knowledge; there was nothing more to say.

Actually, after all the conversation, Zheng Fa and his group didn’t get much useful information from him.

Zheng Fa no longer persuaded Blood River Ancestor, but instead turned to look at Zhang.

Zhang understood, raising the Mountain and River Seal in her hand; Mountain and River True Form Talisman flew out, landing on the flying sword of Blood River Ancestor, forming a golden net that trapped him inside, unable to move.

“You!”

“This medicine garden often has disciples coming, might disturb Blood River Master in your meditations, better please come and be a guest at my place.”

Zhang smiled.

She naturally understood Zheng Fa’s look:

Releasing Blood River Ancestor might not be good—he is after all a Divinity Transformation cultivator, if returned, might increase the power of the Great Freedom Demon Sect.

More importantly, it’s uncertain whether Blood River Ancestor in the Jiushan Realm has found out any secrets of the Jiushan Realm…

That Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, whom knows why, keeps thinking about Zheng Fa.

If Blood River Ancestor reveals some details after returning, it might let the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor see through the reality of the Jiushan Realm, or even more consider Zheng Fa a talent…

That would be too big a laugh.

But leaving this flying sword here is also not right—the medicine garden often has disciples coming, like Master Qian taking disciples for experiments, if Blood River Real Man wanted to seduce Jiushan disciples, that would be another trouble.

The best strategy, naturally, is for Zheng Fa and Zhang to suppress him, keeping him close by, not allowing him to cause mischief.

Or rather, the best would be for Zhang to make a move.

Because although the Sun and Moon Clock is stronger in the Jiushan Realm, its uses are more than that—it’s also used for transforming Heavenly Merit, can’t be long away from the medicine garden.

Zhang didn’t need Zheng Fa to speak, inherently understood these considerations, and directly suppressed Blood River Ancestor.

The group walked back with heavy thoughts, along the way, many disciples seeing the Sect Leader and various elders, all respectfully saluting, but now even Zheng Fa had no heart to attend to these disciples.

The unspoken group arrived at Zheng Fa’s courtyard on Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

The silence in the hall lasted for a long time.

After a good while, Master Pang shifted his gaze to Zheng Fa: “Sect Leader, what do you think?”

He rarely addressed Zheng Fa as Sect Leader, but at this moment, using this title naturally shows his inner heaviness, unintentionally becoming more serious.

“We must first send a message to Master Cheng Kong, inform the Xuanwei Five Sects about the Demon Ancestor’s descent.”