National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Chu Chuan picked up the booklet, glanced through it briefly, and then handed it to Shen Jiaan without hesitation, saying, "This is a list of people in the Muyun Sect who have come into contact with the power of resentment."

"Thank you." Shen Jia'an simply said thank you, then quickly stretched out his hands and respectfully took the booklet.

He opened the booklet and glanced at it, and was slightly startled to find that each page was densely packed with the names of nearly two hundred people, and the entire booklet was only four or five pages long.

"There used to be over 2,000 people in the Muyun Sect," Chu Chuan's voice broke the brief silence, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness and helplessness. "Now, some have left, some have died, and I'm afraid these are the only ones left alive."

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at some marks he had made on the booklet. When his gaze passed over one of the names, it paused noticeably, and his expression changed again and again, as if a heavy rock was pressing down on his heart.

His eyes were filled with grief and regret. He shook his head, sighed deeply, and continued, "Our organization sent about ten people, but who could have imagined that six would be killed? They were either forced by the Muyun Sect's men with force, or lured by the illusory yet tempting benefits. Once they came into contact with the power of resentment, they indulged in a pleasure they had never experienced before, like the whisper of a demon, until they were completely consumed by the resentment and died..."

Chu Chuan's voice gradually became lower, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn and depressing.

Shen Jia'an keenly sensed the loneliness and sadness deep in the other person's heart. Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort to try to ease the heavy atmosphere, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

The knock on the door was quick and forceful, and seemed particularly abrupt in the silent room, as if an invisible hand instantly pulled Shen Jiaan's attention away from Chu Chuan.

Shen Jia'an's eyes shifted from the booklet to the closed door. His expression froze, and a sense of alarm welled up in his heart. Chu Chuan also hid his dejection and looked towards the door, asking loudly, "Who?"

"Master Chu, it's me, Xiao Ding. I've brought the things." A young man's voice came from outside the door, a little breathless, as if he had rushed all the way.

Chu Chuan walked quickly to the door and opened it. He saw a young man in black standing at the door, holding an antique wooden box and a stack of booklets in his arms.

The young man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his cheeks were slightly red. He bowed slightly, handed the wooden box to Chu Chuan, and said, "Master Chu, this is what Mr. Shen wanted. It took some trouble to get it."

Chu Chuan took the things, patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Ding. You go down first." The young man responded and turned to leave.

Turning back into the house, he placed the wooden box on the table in front of Shen Jia'an and said, "Mr. Shen, this is the Muyun Sect's treasure—the Lingyuan Pearl. It is said that this pearl possesses a powerful purifying power. Perhaps it will be helpful for you to deal with the power of resentment."

As he spoke, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and then he smiled and said, "This thing was won by Boss Zhou from the leader of Muyun Sect in a bet."

Shen Jiaan's eyes fell on the wooden box, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

He gently opened the wooden box, and a bead emitting a soft blue light came into view. The fluctuations of spiritual energy around the bead were clearly perceptible, as if it contained endless vitality.

"Master Chu, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for your help, I don't know how much trouble it would take to get this Lingyuan Pearl." As he spoke, he carefully picked up the box, looked at it carefully, and felt the powerful power contained in it.

Chu Chuan waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Shen, you don't have to be polite. This is what we should do. The Muyun Sect has committed many evil deeds. Now that we can contribute to their eradication, it can be regarded as revenge for those brothers who died. However, the power of this resentment is too strong. Mr. Shen must be careful and cautious in this action."

Shen Jiaan nodded slightly and said solemnly, "Master Chu, don't worry, I know what to do."

"By the way, Mr. Shen, the Muyun Sect has many enemies. When necessary, you can use our sound transmission stone to contact the hidden chess pieces in these sects. They will help you and work together to take them down." Chu Chuan took out a palm-sized piece of brown paper from the stack of booklets and handed it to Shen Jiaan.

Shen Jia'an nodded, looking at the fiery eyes across from him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already made a plan. When the time comes, I intend to use the purifying power of this Spirit Source Pearl to try to weaken the remaining resentment of the Muyun Sect."

"Then, based on this list, find those who have come into contact with the power of resentment one by one to see if they can be rescued. If they refuse to repent, then I can only..." This is the best plan, Shen Jiaan said, with a flash of determination in his eyes, and he didn't say anything else.

Chu Chuan looked at Shen Jia'an's determined eyes, frowned slightly, and shook his head. "Mr. Shen, this may not be easy. Most of those who have come into contact with the power of resentment have had their minds corroded. Saving them is no easy task. Moreover, they may put up a frantic resistance to your actions."

Shen Jia'an sighed softly and closed his eyes, as if trying to block out the voice in his heart that constantly reminded him to be kind. He added, "I know, but I can't just watch them being devoured by the power of resentment and reduced to zombies. I'll save as many as I can."

"Mr. Shen is so kind-hearted..." Chu Chuan's heart was slightly moved. The young man in front of him was prudent and kind-hearted. It was not without reason that Zhou Zheng and Zheng Ting wanted to train him to be their successor.

Shen Jia'an smiled but said nothing. He picked up the booklet and wooden box on the table, stood up, and said, "Master Chu, without further ado, do you have a map of the Second Continent? Give me a rough idea of ​​where the Muyun Sect is. I'll be there right away."

Chu Chuan quickly moved away, took out a scroll that was folded three times from the bookshelf by the wall, and neatly spread it on the empty wall beside him. With his eyes slightly narrowed, in just two breaths, he stretched out his finger and placed it on an endless hill.

Shen Jia'an looked at the map, noted the location and nodded slightly. He simply thanked Chu Chuan, then tore through the void, turned around and entered it. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the territory of Mu Yunzong.

It was dusk at this time, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this vast land, covering everything around with a layer of golden veil.

The surrounding mountains are winding and undulating, stretching endlessly, tightly guarding this valley. Nearby, pavilions and terraces are scattered in an orderly manner. However, beneath this seemingly peaceful and tranquil scene, countless dangers and secrets are hidden.

Shen Jia'an looked around and faced the open gate of Mu Yunzong. His eyes revealed vigilance and solemnity. He wondered what tricks the other side was playing.