Chapter 498

Yujing City, Hongfu Huayuan.

The old residential area in the night, like a tired giant beast lurking in the shadows of the city, only a few windows revealed dim yellow light.

Walking past the security room at the gate, Zhang Fan glanced inside twice; it wasn't Liu Fusheng on duty today.

Speaking of which, he had been out for almost half a year, and hadn't seen Uncle Liu for a long time.

"Finally home."

Looking at the familiar environment, Zhang Fan relaxed a bit, his nerves that had been tense because of that damn headline easing slightly.

He walked into the building silently, without disturbing any voice-activated lights, returning to his door like a ghost.

The keyhole turned, and the door hinge made a subtle "creak" sound, appearing exceptionally clear in the quiet building.

"Hmm!?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyebrows raised violently, and a smell mixed with dust and strange breath rushed toward him.

His heart sank instantly, he turned and gently closed the door, without turning on the lights, just borrowing the faint moonlight from the window, scanning the room.

A mess.

The living room looked like it had been swept by a hurricane, tables and chairs overturned, household items scattered on the ground, the sofa cut open by sharp tools, revealing the yellowing sponge inside.

Every drawer had been pulled open, and the things inside had been roughly searched through, thrown everywhere.

"I'm really grass..." Zhang Fan's gaze gradually turned cold.

Since he was twelve, the home he had lived in now looked more like an abandoned ruin that had been looted.

"Sure enough, only enemies understand enemies best." Zhang Fan sighed.

Before returning, Li Yishan had already warned him; now that the news of him being the new Wu Wei Gate Master had spread throughout the world, with the energy of the Dao Alliance, his old home must have been searched through once.

Returning now is just throwing himself into the net.

Zhang Fan also understood this truth, but there were too many people and things he couldn't let go of in Yujing City.

Therefore, he had to come back.

"Looks like I really have to flee to the ends of the earth."

Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Fan knew that his good days were over; heaven and earth are vast, and there was no longer any place for him.

The Daoist sect couldn't accommodate him.

Wu Wei Gate?

It was just roasting him on the fire.

Now, his situation was not much better than Zhang Lingzong back then, not much better than the Three Corpses Daoist back then.

"You shouldn't have come back."

Just at this moment, a cold voice came from the corner of the living room, falling into this faint long night.

Zhang Fan didn't look back, just looked up at the faint moonlight outside the window.

"President Wu, are you here to catch me?" Zhang Fan whispered.

As the words fell, borrowing the moonlight, a figure walked out from the corner, none other than the president of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance General Association...

Wu Qingnang!

"Great hiding in the city, who could have thought that a true dragon like you was hidden in my Yujing City." Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan's back, whispering faintly.

This young man stood straight there, exposing his back completely, as if he, the president of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance General Association, couldn't pose any threat to him.

Such openness, such momentum, actually made Wu Qingnang feel a trace of pressure.

"President Wu is also not showing his true colors." Zhang Fan said faintly.

"Good, good, worthy of being..." Wu Qingnang's gaze sank slightly, pausing for a moment, before saying.

"Wu Wei Gate Master."

Zhang Fan was silent, and after a moment, said: "So, is the person standing here the president of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, or..."

"Wei Yang!?"

As the words fell, Wu Qingnang's pupils contracted violently, and a strange expression appeared on his pale face.

"You really did know." Wu Qingnang sighed.

He didn't answer Zhang Fan's question directly, but shook his head.

"The current Yujing is already a dragon's pool and tiger's den, you shouldn't have come back."

"Precisely because it is a dragon's pool and tiger's den, I came back." Zhang Fan shook his head.

There were too many people here related to him.

Jiang Hu, Wen He, Jiang Lai, Xiong Ba, Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu, Sui Chunsheng... these people had watched Zhang Fan grow up, and their friendship was deep.

Now that he had exploded, he naturally couldn't ignore them.

"Some people, you don't need to worry, even if they investigate, they won't find anything." Wu Qingnang said in a deep voice.

The implication of his words was obvious; what should have been done, he had long since done.

"As for your friends, I have already arranged them properly."

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's heart eased slightly, but he still asked: "Is it safe?"

"Temporarily safe."

"If possible, please trouble President Wu to send them to Tongluo Mountain in Xijiang." Zhang Fan pondered for a moment, saying in a deep voice.

After all, that was his own territory; as long as he didn't go back, Tongluo Mountain would be safe.

"At this time, you should worry about yourself." Wu Qingnang said in a deep voice.

"The higher-ups have already sent a special action team, divided into three routes, encircling from Dongshan Province, Huizhou Province, and Jiangnan Province." Wu Qingnang said expressionlessly.

"According to what I know, the leader is an expert of the Sect Master level!"

Zhang Fan heard this, and his heart skipped a beat.

Without a Celestial Master, the Sect Master level is almost an invincible existence.

How much cultivation did he have, and the Dao Alliance actually sent such an expert, clearly they valued him enough.

Such a battle formation was much greater than the pursuit of his father back then.

"You only have one night; after tonight, you won't be able to get out of the city."

Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan, his expression solemn: "The name you carry is too big; even if you leave Yujing City, heaven and earth are vast, I'm afraid there will be no place for you."

Wu Wei Gate Master, just this name carries a weight of ten thousand jun.

That is an existence that makes the sect masters of the ten famous mountains of the Daoist sect look sideways.

Back then, because the Three Corpses Daoist inherited this great position, before his divine ability was achieved, he didn't know how many calamities he encountered and how many life-and-death experiences he had.

That was a chaotic age, and he could still be one with the dust, winning a thread of vitality in the vast chaos.

In the current era, where can one escape? Where can one hide?

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was lost in thought; suddenly, he remembered a piece of advice Zhang Lingzong had given him.

"There is a phone in the box under my bed, with a number saved in it; when you are at the end of your rope, dial this number..."

"Remember, you only have one chance..."

"That is the backup path I left for you!"

"Backup path... I am at the end of my rope now."

Zhang Fan's heart moved, hurriedly opening his backpack.

"What are you looking for?" Wu Qingnang asked, unable to help.

Zhang Fan was silent; he had been carrying that "backup path" with him all along.

Finally, he found that dusty... Nokia in his backpack.

"Found it." Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Boom—

Just at this moment, a violent fluctuation came from afar, attracting Zhang Fan's attention.

Primordial Spirit observation, in the hazy night, there was a fire rushing into the sky, the breath contained was familiar to the extreme.

At this very moment, several blocks away, an abandoned old street already planned for demolition.

Between the broken walls and ruins, the moonlight sprinkled coldly, reflecting several figures in confrontation.