The most exaggerated thing is that the Celestial Roc Hunter actually wants to harm her and steal her sample.
She admits that the opponent’s strength is quite good, already surpassing most demons, but...
"Bloodline holders are indeed well-suited for such search missions, but who will negotiate?" The underworld is the same; thinking of the Blood King gives him a headache.
That kind of monster, if it catches just a slight flaw, can seize a piece of one’s sample and then strip away all one’s abilities and talents.
This kind of monster, he doesn’t even want to approach it, let alone make contact.
"Preparations for the Taoyuan Conference over there have already begun. Lord Long, what’s your opinion?" Ophelia looked at Long, who had been silent.
"Ah? I got a bit distracted, but Zhang Rongfang is indeed not a young man who’s easy to deal with," Long responded. "Speaking of which, there’s intelligence from Ladi Lan about the location of the bloodline holders, right?"
"Location?" Ladi Lan nodded slightly, "Yes, they are divided into two teams, one at the Eternal Palace, and one in Yuan City."
He paused, "I’m not clear on the exact locations; detailed searches are still needed. The Eternal Palace is small, thankfully. But Yuan City is too large, with too many people.... Adding ability limitations, it’s very difficult. Therefore, it’s best to connect with the Blood King in this regard to handle it properly."
When it came to dealing with the Blood King, the three kings fell silent, and no one responded.
After all, nobody wants their secrets dug out completely.
And the Blood King is just that kind of monster; a minor mistake can strip away all one’s old secrets.
"Then.... I’ll propose it at this Taoyuan Conference," Long stated.
It understood that the silence of the three kings was waiting for it to speak up.
"Then we’ll trouble Lord Long," Ophelia thanked him sweetly.
"Next, let Hong Xu take action to eliminate the bloodline holders," she turned to look at the underworld.
The latter nodded.
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Chana Tower chased the Bloodline holders, searching for the second and third locks, with great movement and no concealment.
Both the Eternal Palace and the Blood Alliance were aware of this mission, but there was coordination in the capture action, though no traces were found.
Bloodline holders Andula and Song Hengxiu had received advance news, and left the Eternal Palace.
The movement of the Evil Spirits was too large; spreading evil energy radiation over a dozen meters, making it impossible to hide.
On the other side, the demon squad heading to Yuan City to capture Ounan and others was personally led by the chief officer Hong Xu.
He is a wise man, not choosing to directly apply to meet the Blood King, but instead negotiating with Hongye, the City Lord responsible for Yuan City’s operations under the Blood King, and also received a meeting with Hongye.
Inside the Celestial Curtain Pavilion, in a study room where the City Lord works.
Hongye’s centipede body below freely wriggled, having already transformed into human legs.
She sat at the luxurious desk, lowering the document and blood pen she was signing, and looked at Hong Xu who had just entered.
"Joint search for fugitives?" Hongye was slightly puzzled, but since Chana Tower and Blood Alliance are allied, such minor matters were not considered an issue.
"Okay, we can allow you free search, but do not disturb the peaceful atmosphere of Yuan City. Don’t disrupt normal living routines of residents, normal business activities, and regular industrial operations and production, how does that sound?" She looked at the other.
Hong Xu, dressed in a black slim-fitting suit, with graying hair, held a black leather case, and appeared as an elder gentleman.
Unlike other demons, the amethyst on his body was very thin, almost invisible, just a very thin layer.
For demons, the thicker the amethyst, the weaker the strength. The thinner, conversely, the opposite.
"I can understand, thank you for the cooperation, City Lord. We will capture them as soon as possible to avoid affecting the order of Yuan City," Hong Xu said deeply.
"The Daoist Ancestor is located above in the Celestial Lotus Palace. Behave yourselves, if you act recklessly, disaster will follow," Hongye reminded him.
Recently, she also heard that some rumors are spreading within the city, all regarding Chana Tower’s real intentions.
The rumor mentions that Long’s true consciousness originates from the White Pupil.
So his intention to open the channel is not to escape, but to move closer to the White Pupil.
These words, being too bizarre, spread quite widely.
After all, the fact that living beings still survive within the White Pupil is itself an unbelievable affair.
Let alone Long, as the strongest blood entity, everyone knows it’s the highest creation of the Spirit Eye Race, actually, it is said to originate from the White Pupil?
But despite being exaggerated, because of the chaotic and violent image of the Evil Spirits, many people surprisingly believe this ghost story, and it spreads broadly.
Hongye passed the matter up, but there was no feedback from the Daoist Ancestor.
Perhaps it doesn’t care.
So Hongye ignored it, as various rumors often appear inside the city, even more bizarre ones abound.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang had already arrived at Taoyuan.
On Taoyuan’s ninth level, near the Sea of Oblivion.
The biting wind continually howls by the stone walls.
Dipa is crawling against the stone wall, using reversed limbs and nails to hang itself on the steep part.
Then it slowly rolls up the brown flesh strip hanging from its chest with its tongue, sending it into its mouth to chew slowly.
"So I exist in every Taoyuan.... Truly marvelous. Could they be my brothers and sisters?"
It was puzzled.
During this time, bored to the extreme, it was reflecting on the message Zhang Rongfang previously brought.
"I have tried it, and each of you in every Taoyuan is different. But the appearance is the same, identical, and the personality is also the same."
Accompanying the sound was a sudden flash of red light flying from afar, landing, hovering in the air before Dipa.
The red light dispersed, revealing Zhang Rongfang’s blood-cloak figure at the moment.
His long hair had reached his waist, not wildly fluttering in the wind, but continuously wriggling around like living bugs, probing.
Viewed from afar, it was somewhat eerie.
"Is it you again? Here you are?" Dipa lazily responded without raising its head.
The two could be considered old friends, familiar enough to skip formalities.
"I have more questions," Zhang Rongfang looked at Dipa, his main consciousness having arrived though only a small body there.
"Anyway, I owe you enough already, adding more makes no difference."
"You are generous, when will you take me out of here?" Dipa asked listlessly.
"Have you seen the large palace being built down there? You can go live there; it’s more comfortable than being stuck here, plus you can help us to keep watch and clean up. How about it?" Zhang Rongfang proposed.
It built a palace for gatherings in the stone wall between Oblivion and the ninth level.
With no one capable of guarding Taoyuan for long, Dipa was a suitable candidate.
"If I could go, I would certainly be willing," Dipa grinned.
It had long noticed that palace.
"That’s great." Zhang Rongfang returned to the topic, "This time I came to ask if you know...." Suddenly his voice halted.
He hadn’t opened the Eye of the Netherworld earlier, thus unable to see things of the ghostly realm.
Yet now, in his vision, Dipa within the Eye of the Netherworld appeared.... revealing a completely different essence.