Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 230: Chapter 218: The True Scripture is Still on Yuan Dasheng (Requesting Monthly Pass!)

Ning Zhuo’s subordinates were in a state of panic, but Ning Zhuo no longer cared about these trivial matters.

There was no one left in the room but him.

His face remained pale, without a trace of blood.

His brows were tightly knitted, his eyes closed, and the corners of his eyes twitched from time to time. Countless thoughts churned in his mind as he desperately pondered all of this.

Ning Zhuo seized every second.

This time, he was in a life-threatening situation; every effort he made, each and every second, might affect the final outcome.

He tried his best to recall everything that had happened just now, the questions Zhu Xuanji had asked, and his expressions and mannerisms.

“Zhu Xuanji first asked if Yuan Dasheng was killed by me, then asked where the Demon Dao True Scripture was.”

“In this order then…” Ning Zhuo tried hard to figure out Zhu Xuanji’s line of thinking.

“In Zhu Xuanji’s eyes, Yuan Dasheng should have the Demon Dao True Scripture.”

“The True Scripture…”

Ning Zhuo knew of this thing.

This was a common knowledge in the cultivation world.

It was a scripture written with true meaning. Anyone who came into contact with the True Scripture, even someone illiterate, could comprehend all the profound truths within.

The True Scripture had the characteristic of automatically flowing. When its current vessel had issues or there was a superior vessel found, the True Scripture would automatically transfer from the old vessel to the new one.

“Generally speaking, if the item carrying the True Scripture was damaged, the True Scripture would most likely flow out.”

“But at the time, Yuan Dasheng died right in front of me without any sign of the True Scripture flowing out.”

“What exactly is the Demon Dao True Scripture that Zhu Xuanji is pursuing?”

“Could it be the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique?”

Inescapably, Ning Zhuo thought of the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique.

He then thought of Yuan Dasheng.

All along, he never understood why Yuan Dasheng had the cultivation level of the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique.

“Since Zhu Xuanji asked me so, it’s very likely that Yuan Dasheng could master the Demon-infused Bloodline Technique because of the Demon Dao True Scripture.”

“Zhu Xuanji came to me because Yuan Dasheng’s corpse ultimately fell into my hands.”

This couldn’t help but stir Ning Zhuo’s emotions.

He initially thought that Zhu Xuanji’s investigation had ended. Unexpectedly, Zhu Xuanji followed Yuan Dasheng’s clues once again to find Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo calmed his mind and continued thinking.

“The problem now is, how did Zhu Xuanji know about this clue?”

“Something significant must have happened during this period.”

As for Zhu Xuanji leading three Golden Core cultivators deep into the mountain and waging a great battle, Ning Zhuo was unaware of it.

His ability to gather information was limited and largely depended on the Turtle Breath Gang’s reconnaissance.

The strongest information gatherer around him was Sun Lingtong.

However, even Sun Lingtong had difficulties probing Golden Elixir level information.

Especially since Zhu Xuanji and the others returned, remaining silent about their actions. Only Meng Kui knew a bit.

Ning Zhuo voluntarily submitted a letter of apology to Ning Jiufan, the Ning Family Ancestor. On the one hand, it was to seek help; on the other hand, it was to gather intelligence.

In his eyes, Ning Jiufan was of the Golden Core rank. Given the close relationship between Zhu Xuanji and the three families, Ning Jiufan should know something.

Ning Zhuo managed to ask the right person!

But evidently, Ning Jiufan would never publicize his own matters.

When Ning Zhuo received Ning Jiufan’s reply, he found that it contained only a few short lines.

Ning Jiufan instructed him to cooperate well with Lord Zhu Xuanji, to deeply reflect on himself within these three days, and to give Zhu Xuanji a perfect explanation in the end.

“Damn it!” Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth in frustration.

He had received no information. He felt as though he had been abandoned by the Ning Family Ancestor.

At such a critical moment, even a tiny piece of crucial information would have been immensely beneficial to him.

But from Ning Jiufan, he got nothing.

“Right, there’s also the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit!”

“Yuan Dasheng’s corpse was refined in the Magma Fairy Palace, eventually becoming the Golden Blood War Monkey.”