Chapter 212: Member of the Supernatural Association! Broken Blade Meets Dragon and Tiger

Evening, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.

President's office.

The furnace fire was burning red, cooking new tea, making a "gurgle gurgle" sound, and the rising heat dispersed like a wisp of white smoke.

"Early winter in Jiangnan also has a unique flavor. Old Lou, the water and soil here really nourish people."

On the sofa, a woman whispered. She had a ponytail, wore a leather jacket, stepped on long boots, was heroic, her beautiful eyes contained light, and every move had the temperament of a great family.

"Little Qinghuan, haven't seen you for a few years, and you've become an 'imperial envoy.' Truly, the younger generation is formidable."

Lou Hechuan looked at the woman before him, poured a cup, and a meaningful look surged in his turbid eyes.

"Old Lou, you watched me grow up, how can you make fun of others?"

Meng Qinghuan laughed. She picked up the teacup, looked at the tea water that had just boiled, her vermilion lips parted slightly, her tongue rolled gently, and she actually drank the boiling hot water directly, entering her abdomen along her throat, without blushing or panting.

"Maoshan's Phoenix Tail Tip, truly good tea."

Meng Qinghuan crossed her slender legs gently and sat there, her beautiful eyes raised slightly, but she was looking at the big screen on the wall, where a light source was moving on the micro-map of Yujing City.

"Where did Fang Changle go?"

"Do you still feel he has a problem?" Lou Hechuan said in a heavy voice.

"Old Lou, whether Fang Changle has a problem is not important. What's important is giving Maoshan an explanation. The stability of the overall situation is better than everything," Meng Qinghuan laughed lightly.

"This is the overall policy, Old Lou should know better than me."

"To be someone who entered the Supernatural Association, you are much more sophisticated than before," Lou Hechuan said meaningfully.

The Supernatural Association was an independent organization under the Daoist Alliance Headquarters, and only those who had awakened Daoist supernatural powers were qualified to enter.

Now, the president of the Supernatural Association was concurrently held by Jiang Your Majesty, the president of the Daoist Alliance Headquarters, and the vice president was Chu Chaoran of Zhenwu Mountain.

Being able to enter the Supernatural Association meant one was no longer an ordinary Daoist practitioner, but born with extraordinary talent, one in ten thousand.

Precisely because of this, Meng Qinghuan's identity appeared incomparably special, because she represented not only the Daoist Alliance Headquarters but also the Supernatural Association behind her.

"Old Lou, the one with Fang Changle... is that the one named Zhang Fan?"

Meng Qinghuan stared at the screen and suddenly asked.

"Not bad," Lou Hechuan nodded, then said: "Why? Are you also interested in him?"

"The president asked me to pay attention to him," Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"Jiang Your Majesty!?" Lou Hechuan raised an eyebrow.

Jiangshan Your Majesty, that was the peerless expert of Bai He Guan, the current president of the Daoist Alliance Headquarters, known as the half-mountain of the Daoist world.

Among their generation, besides Chu Chaoran, it belonged to Jiang Your Majesty who was the most dazzling.

"How did he notice an inconspicuous junior?" Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

An existence like Jiang Your Majesty was high above, having long stood at the peak. The scenery below would not attract his attention, and even the most amazing rising star would be difficult to attract his gaze.

"He is not some inconspicuous junior... He is the disciple of the transcendent True Person," Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

Lou Hechuan was silent for a moment. He knew that Jiang Your Majesty had been proud for a lifetime and led for a lifetime. If there was anyone in this world who could make him care, it was probably Chu Chaoran, whom he had stared at for a lifetime.

"Zhenwu Mountain did not express that Zhang Fan is the disciple of the transcendent True Person," Lou Hechuan whispered in a heavy voice.

"Didn't Old Lou go and ask?" Meng Qinghuan asked.

"Ask who? Chu Chaoran?" Lou Hechuan laughed dumbly.

There were not many people in this world who had the qualification and courage to ask Chu Chaoran.

Even if it were him, regarding Zhang Fan, it was news obtained from Bai Buran and old friends of Zhenwu Mountain by side-knocking.

Although it had not been personally confirmed by Chu Chaoran, the attitude of Zhenwu Mountain was indeed that the transcendent True Person liked this young man very much and broke the rules to accept him as a closed-door disciple.

"A closed-door disciple... Xia Weisheng has already closed the door once, how can she close it again..." Meng Qinghuan whispered.

In Daoist sect selection, the chief disciple and the closed-door disciple are always the most special.

Xia Weisheng had been adopted by Zhenwu Mountain since she was a child, and her background was also very special. She was accepted as a closed-door disciple by Chu Chaoran. It was a big deal that year, and even Jiang Your Majesty sent people to Zhenwu Mountain to congratulate and watch the ceremony.

Now, suddenly, another closed-door disciple appeared, which naturally attracted attention.

Although Zhang Fan's name was inconspicuous in the entire Daoist Alliance, only a very few people who had come into contact with him knew, but it also attracted Jiang Your Majesty's attention.

"Old Lou, has the background of this Zhang Fan been checked?" Meng Qinghuan changed the subject and suddenly asked.

"Checked, clean," Lou Hechuan said lightly.

He checked the other party's background the first time he saw Zhang Fan, and the three generations were all clean, without any flaws.

"In that case, he really has a problem," Meng Qinghuan's beautiful eyes narrowed into a line.

If he was really clean without any problems, how could he be valued by the living True Person of the current age, who broke the rules to accept him as a disciple? No problem is the biggest problem!

"Zhang Fan..."

Meng Qinghuan chewed on Zhang Fan's name. Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow and saw that on the LCD screen, the moving light source actually stopped in front of a building mark.

"They went to the black market!?" Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

Urban village, abandoned building.

Black market.

"The place where I have come into contact with the most people recently is here."

Zhang Fan brought Fang Changle into the building, and the latter put his hands in his pockets and couldn't help but say: "Can't you pick a place with fewer people to be active?"

"Can I meet Yin Tiger if I pick a place with fewer people to be active?"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: "Maybe he is in here."

"This place is not a good place," Fang Changle narrowed his eyes.

In the black market, there were all kinds of people, crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and there were all kinds of characters. It was not easy to find Yin Tiger in this kind of place.

"However... he really might be hiding here."

As he spoke, the two walked into the black market. At this time, guests were already starting to come, and there were more and more people in the abandoned building.

Fang Changle's eyes were like they were connected to electricity, shining with thief light, searching and exploring in the crowd.

"Is it really the stone fetus of General Mountain?"

Just at this moment, a cry of surprise came from not far away. Zhang Fan looked up and saw a stall surrounded by people, noisy and incomparable.

"Go, go over and take a look."

Zhang Fan pulled Fang Changle and walked over. Passing through the crowd, he saw everyone's attention was on a copper cabinet, in which a stone was placed, looking like a fetus about to form, vaguely able to see the outline of limbs, shining with faint fluorescence under the dim light, and even able to feel an unusual fluctuation, as if the stone fetus was breathing.

"I heard that last year, General Mountain was chiseled, breaking the weather. Many experts from the Daoist Alliance went. I think something extraordinary was raised." "Could it be this stone fetus?"

"This is a real treasure."

Everyone discussed, their eyes shining with light.

Zhang Fan was moved. He had also heard that all things have spirits, even mountains and rivers, strange stones and strange trees. As long as they grow a "shape," they will produce weather. With the rotation of the sun and moon, strange things will be born.

So there were special people staring at these. As long as they took shape, they had to be explored. If they couldn't be left, they would try not to leave them.

Last year, he saw related news on the Internet, saying that General Mountain in Xiguang Province was developed after geological exploration, and the mountain was blown up.

At that time, Zhang Fan hadn't graduated and hadn't awakened his primordial spirit, so he didn't take it seriously. But now, listening to everyone's discussion, there seemed to be hidden secrets.

"Let's go, don't look, it's fake."

Just at this moment, Fang Changle leaned into Zhang Fan's ear and whispered.

"Fake?"

Zhang Fan walked out of the crowd and followed Fang Changle's pace.

"Can that kind of thing fall into this place?" Fang Changle said lightly.

"I heard that the stone fetus of General Mountain was almost formed. I guess if it was raised for another hundred or eighty years, it would definitely raise a strange kind..."

Fang Changle whispered in a heavy voice: "Sun Wukong knows, he is also a stone fetus. Although it is not so exaggerated, I have seen the place of General Mountain. The mountain is majestic, almost growing into a human shape. The stone fetus raised must be a big trouble..."

"I heard that the stone fetus is already extraordinary. To break that weather and obtain this thing, the experts of the Daoist Alliance died quite a few people."

Listening to the tone, Zhang Fan couldn't help but reveal a strange expression, staring at Fang Changle.

"You were locked in a bitter kiln, how do you know so much?"

"I heard it from a fellow prisoner. He is a loose cultivator, practicing the Joyous Dao. Originally, he gathered a group of wild Daoists and also wanted to hit the idea of the stone fetus of General Mountain..."

Speaking of this, Fang Changle couldn't help but sneer: "Is that kind of thing something that Daoist sect rascals like them can touch?"

"I heard that not only the Daoist Alliance, but also experts from the Wu Wei Sect went... these are all hard stubbles," Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

Born of heaven and earth, seizing spiritual energy, the stone fetus bred in the mountains, although not yet formed, is also a treasure in the eyes of Daoist experts.

Fang Changle, although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, could also imagine the tragedy of that melee.

"I heard that the companions of the fellow prisoner all died, and he was lucky to survive. Great disaster must have a later disaster. Isn't this why he is locked in a bitter kiln?" Fang Changle sneered.

"In whose hands did the stone fetus finally fall?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"Should be the Daoist Alliance. They have experience in doing this kind of thing."

"How will they handle the stone fetus?" Zhang Fan became interested.

"There are many ways. Maybe they raise it themselves. If this thing takes shape, it can be very powerful. It is already another kind of creature, more evil than a monster. Of course, the price is not small, and it is very time-consuming. Without eight hundred or a thousand years, don't even think about it," Fang Changle whispered.

"Or use it to refine medicine, or refine people with the fetus..."

Fang Changle is worthy of being a Maoshan successor; his knowledge is beyond ordinary people.

"What is called refining people with a fetus?"

"The stone fetus is a strange kind born of heaven and earth. If you harvest it as medicine, think about how terrifying it is?" Fang Changle's gaze narrowed into a line.

"However, among the Daoist Alliance, there are not many people who have the qualification to enjoy this thing and have the life to enjoy it."

A strange kind born of heaven and earth, is it so easy to touch? If the luck is not enough, it will suffer in return.

Just like a person who has no wealth in his life, you suddenly give him a huge sum of money. This is not helping him, but harming him, only making his tribulation greater and dying faster.

"I offer three million..."

Just at this moment, the shouting price had already come from behind, and the stall became more and more popular.

"That is faking, can these people not see it?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

Three million, that is a huge sum, and the price is still rising.

"The one who faked it should be an expert, put in effort, I guess the cost is fifty or sixty thousand. Of course, some people can see it. This thing fools one count as one..."

"You think there are no fools among rich people?" Fang Changle laughed.

The two wandered around the black market. Fang Changle had extraordinary knowledge, and following him gave rise to many wonders.

"There are really all kinds of people in the black market now, even this kind of peddler can mix in."

Fang Changle pointed to a stall specializing in selling incense.

Besides the 【Seven-Color Incense】, 【Return Wind Incense】, 【Heavenly Treasure Incense】, and 【Nine Harmony Incense】 commonly used by Daoist sects, this stall actually sold sandalwood.

Daoist sects forbid sandalwood, which is common sense. As early as the Ming Dynasty, it was regarded as the incense of foreign barbarians and could not be used to worship high truths. In the Tang Dynasty, it was used by princes and nobles to paint walls, and later made into incense products by unscrupulous merchants and sold to Buddhism. It is an unclean incense, used to worship gods, which is a great disrespect.

"Tsk tsk, interesting, and someone is selling the portrait of 【Lord of the Corpse Forest】. Who bought it back to worship?" Fang Changle looked at a stall next to him.

That stall specialized in selling portraits of various high truths and gods and Buddhas. One of them was 【Lord of the Corpse Forest】, which is not an immortal god in the Daoist sect, but comes from the Esoteric Buddhism of Buddhism, and the image is a skeleton.

In recent years, the Lord of the Corpse Forest has been highly respected, and even many thangkas and cultural ornaments are designed and sold based on this. Many people even invited it back, saying it can increase blessings and wealth.

"Generally, only those who practice the Severing Method and the Self-Sacrifice Method will worship the Lord of the Corpse Forest..." Fang Changle said lightly.

What is the Corpse Forest? Many people explain it as a tomb, but it is not. To put it bluntly, it is a mass grave.

The Lord of the Corpse Forest is the guardian god of the mass grave. You say you invite this kind of thing home, or wear it on your body...

"After all, it is a black market, people have good and bad, goods have superior and inferior..."

Zhang Fan listened all the way, and his knowledge increased a lot.

"You are not here to find Yin Tiger? Did you find him?"

"Looking for him, so many people, who knows if he is here..." Fang Changle curled his lip.

"That is Yin Tiger, not Chinese cabbage."

"I have a friend on the third floor. If I really can't find him, I will go to his place and sit for a while later."

The friend Zhang Fan spoke of naturally referred to Hong San.

The two came to the second floor. There were obviously fewer people here than on the first floor. After all, the goods on the first floor belonged to currency, focusing on good quality and low price. Wanting to find treasures is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan passed by a cold stall and suddenly stopped his steps. His peripheral vision caught a strange metal piece falling into his line of sight.

That metal piece looked like a fragment, which should have been broken from a weapon like a knife or sword, two fingers wide, palm long, with a blade edge remaining, and strange patterns on it, like words, ancient and vigorous.

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed, and he could vaguely identify that it seemed to be two ancient characters.

"Dragon and Tiger!?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 213 =====