Chapter 1132

In a word, if that mysterious existence wanted to crush him to death, it probably wouldn't be much harder than crushing an ant.

At the very least, the injury that had plagued him for a thousand years — the one that would split open without the blood python's infusion of essence blood — was healed.

That mysterious existence hadn't even shown its face; a single streak of Jin Guang had solved quite a bit for him.

Such transcendent strength was utterly beyond Yin Zhong's imagination.

But even a mysterious existence of such transcendent strength still did not dare to set foot directly into the Nine Provinces.

What did this indicate?

Surely they weren't simply disdainful?

If it were disdain, why save him, why send him to Great Qin?

The only thing Yin Zhong could deduce was wariness!

Then wariness of what?

It could only be the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society!

At least among the experts currently revealed in the Nine Provinces, only the Great Dragon Head possessed such deterrent power.

Therefore, Yin Zhong had made this deduction.

"..."

Speaking of the Great Dragon Head, including Hearing Ying Zheng, everyone fell silent.

Such an existence was truly not something they could gossip about behind its back.

For a moment, Hearing Ying Zheng and the others did not dare speak, Yin Zhong sank into thought, and the atmosphere in the imperial study fell into an awkward silence.

"Then how did the National Preceptor's injury heal without the blood python?"

The first to break the awkward atmosphere was Shang Yang.

He was extremely curious — clearly the blood python was gone, yet Yin Zhong was acting as if nothing had happened.

Although the scar on his chest remained shockingly vivid.

But at least it hadn't split open, hadn't it?

"Sigh... that's a long story."

Yin Zhong, however, did not intend to expose that mysterious existence; after all, the Great Dragon Head, even from afar in the Sword Realm, could still sense when Qiao Feng was in danger.

Applied to that mysterious existence, it could clearly sense the situation on his side as well.

"In short, what I'm really trying to say is that combining the Dragon God Art with the Tong clan's spellcraft does indeed create a Demonic God Body.

As long as the wound on my chest disappears, I can succeed."

Yin Zhong gave a summary and said no more about the past.

"Then why does the National Preceptor believe this Demonic God Body is related to Chi You?"

Shang Yang asked again.

"It's recorded in the Tong clan's secret records."

Yin Zhong had to explain a bit, saying,

"Those secret records are obscure and difficult to understand; much of what they record, people can no longer read.

But the parts about the Dragon God Art and the Tong clan's spellcraft happen to be what I've studied for many years, so I can barely understand them.

The Demonic God Body mentioned within is always accompanied by the name Chi You.

That's why I said this Demonic God is most likely Chi You."

Unexpectedly, in the end Yin Zhong put it exactly this way.

This explanation was rather muddled.

What does it mean, the records of the Tong clan's secret archives?

On one hand, it's indistinguishable — others can't read it.

On the other hand, near the mention of the Demonic God Body, there's the name Chi You.

And just like that, you, sir, equate the Demonic God Body with Chi You?

Yin Zhong's explanation, however one looked at it, could not convince the crowd.

But Yin Zhong was the National Preceptor, Great Qin's chief guardian of the realm, his status supremely honored.

Coupled with his heaven-defying strength, no one dared to Seeing Zhihui.

Shang Yang also gave a wry smile, then asked,

"Then may I ask the National Preceptor, where are these secret records now?"

Since there are secret records, and Your Majesty wishes to know about Chi You, and these records happen to contain such information.

You, Yin Zhong, can't fully read them, you can only grasp the gist.

Then why not just produce these secret records and gather the wisdom of Great Qin's countless outstanding talents.

It might not be impossible to decipher them!

Hearing this, how could Yin Zhong not know Shang Yang's intention.

He couldn't help but spread his hands and say,

"Ever since I lost that battle, aside from my injuries healing somewhat, I have nothing at all.

According to rumor, even the Water Moon Grotto-Heaven has already been taken in by the Qinglong Society."

The Water Moon Grotto-Heaven was one of the Thirty-Six Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands; in any faction's hands it would be an excellent strategic resource.

Unexpectedly, this Water Moon Grotto-Heaven had once again been taken in by the Qinglong Society.

Hearing Ying Zheng couldn't help but start counting on his fingers — not counting the unknown Qinglong Peak.

Just the grotto-heavens and blessed lands the Qinglong Society had struck out to collect these past days.

The Tianshan Long Yin Cave, the War God Palace, and now this Water Moon Grotto-Heaven.

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