Patrol Captain

As this scene was shown.

Below, Yi Cangtian of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect changed his expression, his gaze sharp as a sword as he looked at Li Guanyi to the side. The sword on his back trembled and hummed.

Li Guan's pupils contracted as the blue-faced deity statue transformed into his own appearance!

Seeing the wary look on Master Yi's face and the sharpness of his sword, he opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly, Master Yi drew his sword directly and questioned him.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"

There is clearly some doubt.

Just as the atmosphere suddenly became tense, a voice rang out.
"Alright, stop being suspicious of each other. That thing has nowhere to hide in front of me. It must have transformed into Master Li's appearance and fooled Qingyangzi."

Chen Yuan spoke, continuing to activate the Heavenly Eye, and soon the scene on the light screen continued to change.

As expected, Qingyangzi left with the "fake Taoist priest," turning into a column of white smoke.

The scene flashed by, passing through clouds and mist. Qingyangzi and the "fake Taoist priest" rode armored horses and roamed among the clouds. Before long, a strange change occurred. The armored horse that Qingyangzi was riding suddenly changed, and a rope extended from it, coiling around him like a serpent.

In the scene, Qingyangzi appears extremely shocked and enraged, with his two swords drawn from their sheaths.

At this moment, the "fake Taoist priest" behind him gave a strange smile, suddenly sprang up, and slapped Qingyangzi on the back.

Qingyangzi took the full force of the blow, his sword energy shattered, blood gushed from his mouth and splattered across the sky, before he plummeted straight down.

"Junior brother!"

Upon seeing this, Yi Cangtian was enraged, and his sword energy trembled wildly around him.

Thousands of miles away, in the Green Bamboo Courtyard, Qin Rushuang and the others saw this scene through the "painting within a painting," and their expressions tightened.

"Brother Qingyang!"

"Master!" Ji Wuming cried out urgently, his eyes wide with fury at the sight.

At this moment, Chen Yuan's Heavenly Eye Divine Power, which traced cause and effect, had not yet finished. He saw that after falling into the forest, Qingyangzi was seriously injured and his clothes were stained with blood. He struggled to get up from the pit, leaning on a sword, his eyes filled with anger and hardness as he looked at "Master Li" who was slowly falling in front of him. Then he raised his sword and slashed, the sword energy swirling as he fought with "Master Li". However, he was defeated in the end.

When he was defeated, "Master Li" suddenly transformed into a black shadow and burrowed into the body of the dying Qingyangzi, as if a black liquid had entered Qingyangzi's seven orifices.

Then, it was seen that black earthworms were writhing under the skin of the previously dying Qingyangzi, making him look extremely ferocious. Then, the unconscious Qingyangzi suddenly opened his eyes, and then his body twisted and stood up from the ground.

But those eyes look like those of a different person!

The method of possession and body stealing!

Then, after being possessed, Qingyangzi changed his clothes, took flight, and flew towards the northwest.

In the scene, they flew to a city and entered a magnificent building!

Above the main hall gate of the building, three gilded characters were prominently displayed: "Patrol Office"!
At this point, the image suddenly distorts and then abruptly stops.

There is a power within that has severed the cause and effect of this place!

"click"

The photographic stone suddenly began to crack, and the cracks spread, showing that it was about to collapse.

A cold snort sounded.

Chen Yuan's eyes shone brightly. With a flick of his sleeve, he poured a large amount of vital energy into the recording stone, stabilizing it.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

He saw that thing brazenly enter the Heavenly Patrol Division of a prefecture city!
What does that mean?
Someone is secretly pulling the strings!

Thousands of miles away, on the pond, others who witnessed this scene were equally shocked.

Among them, Gongsun Yang, who was in the lead, looked surprised and suspicious, and his face showed unusual expression.

He spoke directly, his expression solemn.

"General!"

The sound rang out in the courtyard, but it also reached Chen Yuan's ears thousands of miles away.

"This method seems familiar. General, do you remember last year when you were trapped in the Ten Thousand Mountains? At that time, you urgently needed a map of the Ten Thousand Mountains. I sent a message to you that I would rush back from Sichuan Pass to Fusi to retrieve the map and send it to you."

"When I arrived at Fusi, there was some trouble there. A thief possessed one of my brothers and infiltrated Fusi. Several cavalrymen noticed him but couldn't find him. This person could choose to possess different people. The cavalrymen were at a loss. When I heard about this, I immediately used the general's law to find him. I didn't kill him, but marked him with incense."

"Later, I reported to you, General, that you even chose to send down an avatar..."

Gongsun Yang recalled an incident from last year when Chen Yuan was trapped in the Ten Thousand Mountains in a moment of great urgency. He had almost forgotten about it, but when Gongsun Yang saw the fake Taoist priest possessing Qingyangzi in the scene, he felt it was very familiar and remembered it.

Chen Yuan, reminded by Gongsun Yang, had a chilling look in his eyes.

He remembered someone—the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions!
That guy from the Western Regions Holy Religion, neither human nor ghost, neither male nor female!
At that time, his own incense-burning avatar descended to kill this person, but in the end, after killing the other party, he only obtained a bloody human skin.

He wasn't sure if he had killed the other person, because the other person had a unique cultivation system.

He merged with a monster called a Martial Soul. An Ge once told him that this Martial Soul was obtained by the Holy Sect from a forbidden place in the Western Regions, and the way the Holy Sect members cultivated was by merging with this Martial Soul.

It's called a martial spirit, but it's more like an incomprehensible strangeness!

Bizarre, abnormal, and incomprehensible!
At that time, these guys were looking for Ango!
If that's the case, then these guys have secretly taken root in the shadows, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

"Seriously, you're asking for it!"

Chen Yuan's voice was icy cold, and the temperature in the world seemed to drop.

Then, he waved his sleeve towards the sky, aiming at the photographic stone.

The light screen projected by the photo-recording stone shot straight into the sky, reflecting onto the clouds. The light screen expanded with the flowing clouds, creating a stable picture.

Above the void, Chen Yuan stood, his martial saint aura like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, his figure as imposing as a mountain, his robes fluttering in the gale.

With a flick of his right hand, crimson-gold flames suddenly exploded from his fingertips, and wisps of flame rapidly coiled and refined in the air. In the blink of an eye, a three-pointed, double-edged spear had solidified in his hand.

The entire gun body was engulfed in crimson-gold flames, with lava-like patterns on the black shaft, exuding a bone-chilling intensity. The three blades at the tip of the gun gleamed with a cold, eerie light, as if they could tear through the void. The two blades at the butt of the gun were slightly upturned, radiating a chilling sharpness.

The moment the gun took shape, a dragon's roar resounded from within Chen Yuan's body, followed by a dazzling divine light illuminating his entire being.

Fine dragon scales emerged from the radiance, their armor covered with dragon patterns, undulating slightly in the void and emitting a chilling metallic clang.

Immediately afterwards, six-colored precious light emanated, merging and intertwining with the dragon scales. In the blink of an eye, a true dragon armor had seamlessly covered his body. The main body of the armor was six-colored, with flowing light. The shoulder armor bulged like a coiled dragon raising its head, and the six six-colored leaf armors on the chest plate shone brightly, flowing with blue, red, yellow, white, black, and chaotic light. With each expansion and contraction, the void trembled.

At this moment, Chen Yuan held a three-pointed double-edged spear and wore a six-colored true dragon armor. His aura was terrifying, soaring to the heavens. Even the void could not withstand his power. His aura swept out like a tsunami, carrying a fierce and domineering aura that looked down on the world.

Then, he stepped into the air, raised his spear, and entered the projected light screen!

In the bamboo courtyard, several people's pupils trembled. On one hand, they marveled at the general's unfathomable abilities, which allowed him to freely traverse and leap through the void, fighting across thousands of miles. He was simply unfathomable and possessed divine skills. On the other hand, they held their breath and watched Chen Yuan step into the void with his spear.

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Jiangyou Pass, an ancient and perilous pass, is located on the banks of the Fu River, controlling a vital passage between northern Liang and Sichuan. The mountains are rugged and the water is swift.

This formidable pass, built against the mountain and beside the river, boasts walls dozens of feet high. An ancient road leads directly to Liangzhou from here. Throughout history, this place has not only been a battleground but also an important transit point for merchants traveling between the two regions.

That day, before the sun had even sunk into the mountain valley, leaden-gray clouds piled up on the eaves of the gate tower, obscuring the last rays of the sunset.

During the Beginning of Summer, the weather is unpredictable, and it looks like it's about to rain.

Inside the city, the people, watching the sky darken, began their journey home in the fading twilight.

"Boom-"

Before long, the evening drum of the city gate suddenly sounded, seemingly half as loud as usual.

"crash"

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a fine drizzle began to fall, accompanied by a strong wind.

Soon, the rain intensified, making a loud splashing sound, and the blue tiles and stones along the street were quickly soaked.

Along the street, vendors tidying up their belongings and carrying loads on shoulder poles quickened their pace. Their straw hats were blown askew by the wind; as they raised their hands to press them down, they caught a glimpse of a woman at the alley entrance scolding a naughty child, pulling him towards her courtyard. The wooden door creaked shut, and a shout drifted out from the crack.
"The rain is going to get heavier!"

"Quickly bring in the clothes."

The wind carried the earthy smell, and the bells under the eaves along the street jingled loudly.

Along the way, hurried footsteps echoed, accompanied by the sound of splashing through water, as people rushed home.

As another evening drum sounded, the entire Jiangyou Pass was shrouded in heavy dark clouds, and a muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon, followed by an angry roar from the heavens.

“kuala”

"crash"

The rain poured down, and the sky and earth suddenly became blurred.

In the center of this city, in an inner city, there are magnificent buildings, mainly in black, which is the residence of the Guanyuan Sky Patrol Division!
At this moment, everything in this outpost looks very peaceful.

The city walls were guarded by soldiers, and armored soldiers patrolled inside; everything was in perfect order.

Located in the northwest of Sichuan, Jiangyou Pass is much calmer than Chengdu, which was caught in the turmoil of the time.

Just then, a scream rang out from the Zhonglang Hall.

The armored guards at the gate seemed to ignore them, standing there like inanimate objects with stiff expressions on their faces.

At that moment, a strange whispering sound came from inside the hall.
It wasn't the whispers of one person, but of a group.

"A letter has arrived from over there!"

"The altar needs more offerings."

"Is it time to lift the restrictions? Souls below Musashi's level are insufficient to satisfy the Spirit Hall's needs. Why not take advantage of the fact that everyone's attention is focused on Chengdu and that Heavenly Abyss in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and harvest more and stronger souls?"

"No, Musashi is too conspicuous. Not to mention that taking Musashi would alert some forces, we are currently in trouble and need to hide. It would be best to keep quiet for a while."

"What trouble?"

"Not long ago, Wu Jiu infiltrated and plundered a sect in the Northwest called Benlei Mountain. Later, he discovered that the sect leader, a guy with the Heavenly Gate Dao Fruit, was actually related to that vicious man from the Ninth Mountain of the Shu Dao Fu Si. This man had a friendship with this Martial Saint in the early days, and they participated in the conquest of the Ten Thousand Mountains together, and he was once named one of the Eight Heroes of Weiyuan."

Just then, a cold and vicious voice rang out.

"Hmph, who knew that a mere ant from the Heavenly Gate could get entangled with such an existence? I figured since I'd already killed them, there was no going back, so I might as well shut their entire sect up. To that end, I left a Martial Soul there to guard against future troubles and to block the news. Unexpectedly, two people came a couple of days ago. These two were talking about the Ninth Mountain, and they were old acquaintances of the Thunderclap Mountain Sect Leader. I used my Martial Soul to kill them, but one of them had the cultivation of a Martial Master, and they escaped. I only managed to capture one of them."

The voice carried an air of annoyance.

"So, Wu Jiu, you mean you let someone go, alarming the Ninth Mountain?" Inside the hall, a voice suddenly became sharp, with barely concealed fear in its tone.

"Shut up, what are you yelling about? I did a clean job and left no clues. No matter how powerful that person from the Ninth Mountain is, he can't find out about us who are protected by the altar."

The voice carried anger and a hint of gloom.

Although the voice sounded resolute, a closer listener could detect a hint of hesitation.

At this moment, the sky was overcast and a torrential downpour was falling. Inside the main hall, the darkness was as thick as ink, with only a few candles flickering on the bay window.

Inside the main hall, the candlelight flickered as if suppressed by something, casting an eerie glow on the reliefs on the pillars and walls.

The sky was already quite dark, with leaden clouds pressing down on the palace roof, preventing even the last ray of sunlight from squeezing in. Several ebony chairs were placed across the hall, and a few people were sitting on them.

The people around them were like thick, impenetrable ink. The candlelight flickered, but it couldn't illuminate their faces, only casting deeper shadows around them, like ink spilled on the ground soaked in water, making the surroundings feel cold.

"You'd better pray you're alright; dealing with this kind of cause and effect is really tricky. That person..."

Someone spoke, their voice like rusty iron scraping against bones—light, sticky, and chillingly sinister.

The candle flame crackled and popped, sinking even lower.

"There's no need for everyone to worry too much. Even if we encounter the worst-case scenario, we are not without the strength to fight back." At this moment, another voice came up, even hoarser than the previous one, mixed with breathiness. It was the figure sitting in the main seat.

Just then, a chilling snort suddenly rang out in the dimly lit hall.

"Oh, is it so?
As the sound rang out, the candlelight in the hall dimmed by half, plunging the hall into darkness. The figures in black robes were trapped in shadow, their outlines barely discernible, leaving only a few shadowy figures frozen on their chairs.

Then, outside the main hall, the sky suddenly brightened.

Thousands of golden rays shone through the window lattice, dispelling the darkness. (End of Chapter)