Chapter 808
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Chapter 808 Strange Phenomena!
Fang Yu frowned.
His body had no sensation at all, but he could visually see the gas transformed from the Red Dust Fruit entering his body.
Fang Yu immediately examined his own body, searching every location within, but found nothing unusual.
The gas transformed from the Red Dust Fruit seemed to have simply disappeared.
“How is that possible?” Fang Yu frowned, searching his body again.
Meridians, soul spirit, flesh, and even inside blood vessels… he found nothing unusual.
This was a very strange occurrence.
Fang Yu thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the place where the little boy had been selling his wares.
But when he looked, the boy was nowhere to be seen.
At the original stall sat a middle-aged woman, selling small wooden ornaments.
Did this woman arrive after the boy left, or…
Fang Yu’s eyes flickered slightly as he walked forward.
“Handsome, see anything you like? My prices are definitely cheaper than other stalls,” the woman smiled as she saw Fang Yu approaching.
“Have you been setting up your stall here the whole time?” Fang Yu asked.
The woman paused, then nodded and said, “I’ve been at this spot for the past half month.”
“I’m asking about today. Have you been at this stall the entire time? Without leaving?” Fang Yu asked again.
The woman found Fang Yu’s questions strange and looked confused, but still answered, “I’ve been setting up my stall here since nine this morning and haven’t left. Did a regular customer refer you? If so, I can give you an additional discount.”
Fang Yu frowned deeply, staring at the woman, but couldn’t detect any issues.
The woman sensed something off about Fang Yu and thought she might have encountered some pervert or madman, her expression becoming somewhat fearful.
But at that moment, Fang Yu turned and left.
…
The Red Dust Fruit… that boy…
Was the series of events that had just occurred merely an illusion?
Could there be illusion techniques in this world that even Fang Yu couldn’t see through?
Perhaps… but what was the purpose behind it?
The only traceable clue was the so-called Red Dust Fruit.
Yet ironically, after the Red Dust Fruit transformed into gas and entered Fang Yu’s body, it could no longer be found.
What exactly was going on?
Fang Yu rarely encountered such perplexing situations.
But right now, he was truly bewildered.
He didn’t know if what had just happened was some kind of illusion technique, who had cast it, or what their purpose was.
Even the Red Dust Fruit that had transformed into gas and entered his body couldn’t be traced.
“If it was an illusion, when did I enter the illusory realm?”
Fang Yu’s brows remained tightly knitted as he walked slowly forward, deep in thought.
…
The next morning, news quickly spread throughout the martial arts world of North Capital.
The official of the Four Great Groups, Lord Huaixu, ranked fifth on the Sacred List, had officially ended his seclusion and returned to his position!
For the martial arts world of North Capital, this was undoubtedly explosive news.
Huaixu’s status was extremely high, and his influence extended far beyond the Martial Arts Association.
Not only because he ranked fifth on the Sacred List, but also because of his seniority.
It could be said that Huaixu was a witness to the growth of North Capital’s martial arts world, and could even be considered one of its founders.
Even the heads of the Eight Great Families and various top-tier sects would lower themselves in his presence and show sufficient respect.
Therefore, as soon as the news of Huaixu’s emergence from seclusion spread, it immediately caused a sensation.
Many speculated that Huaixu’s return to the forefront was related to the Half-Spirit Clan incidents that had erupted in recent days.
…
While the martial arts world of North Capital was in turmoil, in the mountainous outskirts of Wen’an City in the central region.
Xiumei, holding a document in her hand, flew toward the depths of the mountains.
In a valley, she saw a familiar figure.
Jiangdao was floating in midair in a meditation posture, with gray chaotic energy swirling around his body.
Xiumei stopped fifty meters away from Jiangdao, silently waiting for him to complete his cultivation.
But she didn’t wait long before Jiangdao opened his eyes.
“Whoosh!”
From Jiangdao’s pupils shot forth a chilling light.
Although not directly facing it, Xiumei still felt her heart tremble.
Since merging with the Chaos Pearl, the aura around Jiangdao had grown stronger day by day.
In Xiumei’s view, the momentum contained in Jiangdao’s every move now was no less than that of the Supreme Elder in his prime.
“Xiumei, you’re looking for me?” Jiangdao looked at Xiumei and asked.
Xiumei snapped back to attention and replied, “Senior Brother, I just received a notice from the Wen’an City Martial Arts Association. They said the application has been approved, and we only need to submit a form to officially rebuild the Purple Flame Palace…”
“A notice from the Martial Arts Association? Where are Chenmu and Heijue?” Jiangdao asked.
“They haven’t returned yet. Senior Brother Zhengyun is trying to contact them,” Xiumei said.
Jiangdao frowned and extended a hand toward Xiumei.
The document in Xiumei’s hand immediately flew toward Jiangdao.
“This document is the permit that Senior Brother Chenmu and Senior Brother Heijue obtained… They were probably eager and had someone else deliver the permit back…” Xiumei explained.
Seconds later, the document flew into Jiangdao’s hand.
Jiangdao brought it to his face, sniffed it, and his expression immediately darkened.
The document was tainted with the smell of blood.
Heijue and Chenmu…
Jiangdao immediately closed his eyes, using his soul spirit to sense and contact Heijue and Chenmu, but received no feedback.
When Jiangdao opened his eyes again, they contained intense killing intent.
“What’s wrong, Senior Brother…” Xiumei asked immediately upon seeing Jiangdao’s grim expression.
“Senior Brother!”
At that moment, a figure flew rapidly from behind, his voice urgent.
Soon, Zhengyun arrived before Jiangdao.
“Senior Brother, Chenmu and Heijue…” Zhengyun’s eyes were bloodshot, his face pale as he spoke.
“I already know,” Jiangdao’s face was ice-cold, and the chaotic energy surrounding his body suddenly increased, swirling at an even faster pace.
“Who killed them! Who!” Zhengyun demanded, his voice trembling.
At this point, Xiumei behind them finally realized what had happened, the color visibly draining from her face.
Senior Brother Chenmu and Senior Brother Heijue were dead?
They had only gone to North Capital to submit an application, how could they have died? And who would kill them?
Xiumei’s eyes reddened as she looked toward Jiangdao.
“Senior Brother, I’ll take the other junior brothers to North Capital right now! I must find out who killed Chenmu and Heijue!” Zhengyun said fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead.
“I disagree,” Jiangdao glanced at Zhengyun and said coldly, “Whoever killed Chenmu and Heijue, their strength would not be inferior to yours. If you go to North Capital, you won’t be able to avenge them.”
“Are we just going to let this go!?” Zhengyun retorted.
“No, of course not,” Jiangdao’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he said coldly, “The reason Chenmu and Heijue went to North Capital was for the rebuilding of the Purple Flame Palace! Now, we must first complete this task! After that, I will personally go to North Capital. I will find the killer in my own way and make them pay a terrible price.”
Zhengyun breathed heavily, looking at Jiangdao, saying nothing more.
Behind them, Xiumei had already begun to cry.
Senior Brother Heijue, Senior Brother Chenmu, they had escaped the catastrophe years ago, but couldn’t witness the moment of the Purple Flame Palace’s reconstruction…
And they had died precisely on the path to rebuilding the Purple Flame Palace…
This outcome was undoubtedly the most difficult for them to accept.
…
Fang Yu returned home and went to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, browsing through books alone.
He wanted to see if there were any records of the Red Dust Fruit in these books.
But after spending most of the evening, Fang Yu still couldn’t find any records related to the Red Dust Fruit.
After some thought, Fang Yu returned to the first floor.
The books placed here were mostly legends and mythological stories.
Would there be records of the Red Dust Fruit in these books?
In the latter half of the night, Fang Yu once again immersed himself in the books, unable to pull away.
Until the sun rose the next day, the books Fang Yu had browsed through were piled as high as a small mountain, but he still hadn’t found the information he wanted.
“Master, what exactly are you looking for?” Little Fengling appeared beside Fang Yu, tilting her head and asking, “You’ve been searching all night, haven’t you found it yet? Why didn’t you ask for my help?”
“Ask for your help? How could you help me?” Fang Yu frowned and said.
