nly sketched a few strokes. He was lost in thought.After a long while, I finally put down the brush in my hand and stopped painting.Only a sigh.There are countless talented painters in the world, but...Watching the mysterious man in the Dai Shan ghost mask leave, Fu Baosong pondered, "He seems to know me."

The old dean sighed, picking up the two books of Daoism left on his chair: “He said his name was Zhang Linchuan. Do you remember him”

Fu Baosong thought for a moment and said, “When Fenglin City was still around, during that Three Cities Debate, there was an elder brother from Fenglin City who specialized in thunder magic, named Zhang Linchuan. In the end, he lost to Senior Brother Lin Zhengren.”

The headmaster glanced at his disciple. He actually knew very well Lin Zhengren's attitude towards Fu Baosong, and understood that Fu Baosong had never gotten along with those from the Lin family. But Fu Baosong would never speak ill of them behind their backs; even when mentioning Lin Zhengren, he always referred to him as "senior brother." This child always lacked courage to confront the darkness head-on, but he never resorted to insidious backstabbing.

It was these small details that led him to choose to pass on his life's work to Fu Baosong, rather than Lin Zhengren, who had greater talent and skill.

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These thoughts merely flickered past, but the words from the headmaster of Jiangcheng Dao Institute were firm. "This is impossible. I know Zheng Ren's strength very well, and even now, Zheng Ren couldn't be this powerful. Moreover, the entire Fenglin City domain has sunk into the underworld, with nothing growing; how could Zhang Linchuan possibly survive"

Thinking of Fenglin City, which overnight became a ghostly realm, Fu Baosong felt a twinge of sympathy in his heart and casually guessed: "It could be an alias, or maybe just a coincidence."

“I hope it’s just a coincidence.” The dean sighed with an emotion that Fu Baosong didn't understand, then placed both books in his hands: “Take them and study them carefully.”

Fu Baosong looked up at him: "Teacher, this..."

The dean patted his shoulder, stopping his refusal. "My talents are limited, and my life will likely end here. You have a brighter future, and you deserve these arts more. Master them as quickly as possible. It would be a shame for this old wood to pass on these skills in vain. This is an order."

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Fu Baosong was stubborn from a young age. When facing certain matters, even the Dean of the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy might not be able to persuade him.

But he would certainly obey the headmaster's orders, no matter how unwillingly.

Fu Baosong held these two esoteric arts tightly in his hands: "Bao Song must work hard."

The Dean nodded with satisfaction and added, “Now go and ring the academy bell to summon aid from all the strong individuals within the entire Jiangwang City domain.”

“Teacher,” Fu Baosong hesitated, “Asking for help now seems too late. And if it angers that person from before, what if he…”

"It's too late to call for help now. But the fact that the Ancient Wood Decision was stolen, we must spread the word. Otherwise, if that person does something evil later and exposes the Ancient Wood Decision, then you and I will be implicated no matter what."

The old Dean said, “Besides, seeking help now is impossible to do anything to that person. That person should also be clear about this. Judging from his style of doing things, he’s still a man with a bottom line and won't retaliate against the academy.”

Fu Baosong understood his teacher's concern and nodded. "I'll go right now."

"When the City Lord and his men arrive later, remember this: I gave them the Decaying Wood Decision. It's my unique technique, and I have the right to decide its fate."

"But in fact..."

"This is a fact!" the dean interrupted him very sternly. "And it's an order."

Letting a stranger take away a unique cultivation technique is a matter of degree. If it were the Headmaster himself, for the safety of the academy's disciples, he handed over his own techniques, no one could criticize him.

However, if Fu Biao Song revealed his Taoist practices, he would likely be accused of being cowardly and afraid of death, which would be detrimental to his future career in court.

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The old dean is taking all the blame and shielding his disciples from harm. Considering all aspects, even for his own son, he wouldn't do any more than this.

Fu Baosong gritted his teeth and finally went.

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The bells of the Chengdao Temple rang nine times in succession, instantly startling the powerful figures throughout the Wangjiang City area.

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The City Dao Institute is the most crucial place in the entire city. If it falls, none of them can escape responsibility.

The Lord of the city of Wangjiang, within the Inner Palace Realm, arrived in a flash. The chief inspector of the Wangjiang City Criminal Investigation Division, who was at the peak of the Tenglong Realm, also arrived shortly after.

Thankfully, the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy did not suffer any substantial losses. The headmaster was merely forced to surrender a unique Dao technique.

As for the perpetrator who broke into the City Daoist Academy at night, after learning about his approximate strength, Lord Wangjiang had already decided on a plan of action.

Pursuit is a must, it concerns the face of an entire city, but the execution force will inevitably be thunderous with little rain. After all, the other party is at least a master of the Inner Palace realm, and there are only a few people in the entire Wangjiang City who can handle them. As the lord of a city, he cannot possibly put everything aside and personally pursue that scoundrel.

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Anyway, the City Dao Institute suffered no substantial losses, and it itself has little desire to pursue accountability.

In just a few words, the City Lord, the Dean of the City Dao Institute, and the Chief Inspector of the Criminal Investigation Division, these three highest-ranking figures in the city had reached an understanding. They tacitly arranged things to proceed as planned.

Issue an arrest warrant, increase patrols, and send a few cultivators to make a show of it. That's all there is to it.

Jiang Wang left the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy, his heart not overflowing with too much joy at completing his predetermined goal.

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"tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Yan's voice echoed in the Tiangong. "Coercion, temptation, intimidation... I thought these were things only I could do."

"Feel free to ridicule me," Jiang Wang said unmoved. "The Zhuang Kingdom owes me something, and I'm going to get it back."

"To this end, no matter the cost"

Jiang Wang did not answer his question directly, but said, "I didn't lie to them just now. If the time comes and they still refuse to give it, I will give up."

“You still feel guilty, don't you” Jiang Yan smiled. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t explain it to me.”

"That director should be a truly evil and wicked person, so that no matter how you torture him, even if you crush his will, you wouldn't feel any guilt."

“I have a secret art that can stir up the evil thoughts in people's hearts. When the target does something bad, you can then deal with him and feel justified. What do you think Want to learn”

"You have more options, and you could grow stronger much faster. Why are you tying your own hands"

What standard are you holding yourself to Does anyone care

"Don't you find it tiring living like this"

"Why not let go of yourself..."

"Stronger, lighter, and more at ease..."

Jiang Yan was unusually lively tonight, chattering nonstop.

When facing Fu Baosong, a sense of shame arose in Jiang Wangxin's heart, becoming a temporary weakness in her defenses.

Ginger keenly sensed this, and tried to enlarge this chink in her armor.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't use any magic, he simply manipulated emotions with words alone.

Because at this juncture, the use of any arcane arts would be tantamount to a declaration of war. He was not willing to engage in a soul duel with Jiang Wang right now.

But Jiang Wang remained silent.

His eyes, on the contrary, became increasingly calm. He walked in silence through the dark city of Wangjiang.

The nine SOS bells of the Wangjiang City Daoist Temple rang out at this very moment.

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