Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

The monk Wuliang left and headed towards Lion Camel City.

He will continue to represent the Great Compassion Temple, traveling the world to relieve suffering and save all sentient beings.

However, before leaving, Monk Wuliang exchanged communication tokens with Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng bid farewell to the monk Wuliang with great respect and revealed his true identity.

He will not become someone like Monk Wuliang, but he deeply respects virtuous monks like Monk Wuliang.

He hoped that virtuous monks like Wuliang would live as long as possible and that there would be more of them.

The reason is simple: any ordinary person in dire straits would probably hope that a monk named Wuliang would come to their rescue. A person like Wuliang would truly disregard personal gain and loss, spare no effort, and even risk his life to save ordinary people.

In the monk Wuliang, Zhou Qingfeng saw the kind side of human nature, and at least he was not so disappointed in humanity.

"Young Master, the monk has gone far away." Jin Wei stood beside Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the lonely monk gradually disappear into the wilderness, and couldn't help but sigh: "The path that monks have to walk is a thousand times more difficult than mine. After today's parting, I don't know if we will ever have the chance to meet again."

Jin Wei: "Does the young master care about him a lot?"

Zhou Qingfeng said calmly, "I wouldn't say I care, I just sincerely hope that good people can live longer."

Jin Wei pressed down on his sword with one hand and said calmly, "I only hope that the young master can live a long life, preferably for thousands of generations, and live forever."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly and patted Jin Wei's arm: "It's good to live a wonderful life without regrets. It's common for cultivators like us to die a violent death. There's no such thing as immortality or lasting for thousands of generations. Let's go. We've already got the Demon Spirit of Words. I should go back to the Sword Tower to prepare for my important cultivation."

At this moment, a pink mist descended once more, forming a message in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

Be careful, there may be ambushes on all sides.

[The ambush force totaled seventy-two people, seventy of whom were cultivators at the Devouring Fiend Realm.]

The leader was named Qiu Chenghu, and both Wen Daoren and he were cultivators at the Poison-Eating Realm.

Break through to the east, quick!

The pink mist lingered for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

"Retreat!" Zhou Qingfeng didn't hesitate. He took Jin Wei into the air and flew close to the ground towards the east.

As they flew close to the ground, Jin Wei could no longer contain his curiosity and asked, "Young Master, were the guards you arranged secretly keeping an eye on the pursuers who were chasing us? I'm so curious about who they are. Could you tell me?"

Zhou Qingfeng remained indifferent, his expression revealing his true feelings: "Don't worry, you'll see it soon."

Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, he was actually quite indifferent inside, with no emotional fluctuations.

He always liked to keep something in reserve, whether in his personal conduct or his work; even his arrangement of his followers was a mix of overt and covert methods.

The assigned secret guards were to lie in wait in the shadows, watching those enemies who wanted to harm them, gathering intelligence and monitoring their movements.

Even in the current situation, if we've just escaped the tiger's den and the wolves come to hunt us down again, so what?

Those who are unprepared will panic and flee in all directions, only to be surrounded and killed by pursuers in the wilderness. But now, we have the enemy's movements under our control. Even if we are surrounded on all sides, we can obtain key information in advance and thus completely avoid danger.

What's the panic? Just stay calm.

On the other hand, while Zhou Qingfeng was fleeing rapidly eastward, General Hu and Wen Daoren had already laid ample ambushes in all directions around Flaming Mountain to ensure that Zhou Qingfeng could not escape from the net again.

One hundred miles west of Flaming Mountain, in a makeshift camp, General Tiger and Wen Daoren had been lying in wait for many days.

General Tiger: "I will follow your instructions and have already scattered men in all directions to set up ambushes. How confident are you that this plan of waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump will succeed?"

“Seventy percent certain.” After a moment’s thought, Wen Daoren said, “Our first attempt to ambush him failed, and we’ve already missed the best opportunity. Zhou Silang is already a frightened bird, hiding in every possible way. With his intelligence, he won’t easily let us seize another opportunity to ambush him.”

"Our only chance is to ambush him near the Flaming Mountain and wait for him to fall into our trap. Once he obtains the Demonic Spirit of Words, he will be complacent and think that the trip has been a complete success. He will be thinking only of returning to the city and thus lower his guard, giving us an opportunity to take advantage of him."

"General Hu, rest assured, no matter which direction Zhou Silang goes, he will face a deadly ambush by a team of experts at the Devouring Fiend Realm. Even if we cannot kill Zhou Silang immediately, we can still keep him occupied and block him, giving us enough time to shrink the encirclement, pursue and intercept him, and completely hunt him down in the Flaming Mountain area. At that time, even if Zhou Silang flies through the sky or burrows underground, he will not be able to escape our grasp."

General Hu frowned slightly: "You can't track him down?"

Wen Daoren shook his head and said, "I really can't track him anymore. I rely on human scent, residual magical energy, and footprints to track him over thousands of miles. Now he has hidden himself very well. There are no footprints, no scent, and not even residual magical energy. He is really hiding too well. Otherwise, there would be no need to go through all this trouble to set up an ambush here and wait for him to come to us."

Upon hearing this, General Hu was still unwilling and somewhat anxious: "Can't we use Flaming Mountain as the center to shrink the encirclement and carry out a sweeping search and kill? Instead of passively waiting for Zhou Silang to fall into the trap, we should take the initiative and at least keep the initiative in our hands!"

Wen Daoren said, “General Hu, the encirclement has been formed. Don’t rush. Slow and steady wins the race. Haste makes waste. Once we tighten the encirclement and begin the sweep and search, he will definitely notice us hiding in the shadows. What if he tries to break out by creating chaos, or even by using methods we can’t even imagine? Wasn’t the lesson from the last failure enough? If he can escape once, he can escape a second time!”

General Hu frowned deeply. He still felt that passively waiting was not a good idea, but he couldn't think of a better one than Wen Daoren. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he said, "No, passively waiting is absolutely not good. It's too passive. Maybe we can really make a move to alert the enemy, surround him from three sides but leave one open, deliberately leaving an opening for Zhou Silang to break through, and then we'll wait for him at the opening and kill him completely."

Upon hearing this, Wen Daoren's expression was quite interesting. The half-broken human skin mask trembled slightly, and his mouth twitched, as if he were looking at an idiot: "General Hu, please don't be so clever. Your trick can be used against ordinary people, but it's just showing off your skills in front of Zhou Silang."

“In terms of strategy alone, even if the two of us were tied together, we wouldn’t be a match for him. Please don’t try to outsmart him.”

"With such an obvious strategy of surrounding three sides but leaving one side open, how could Zhou Silang possibly fall into it?"

General Hu stared coldly at Wen Daoren with his single eye and said in a sullen voice, "In short, I don't think it's appropriate to wait passively."

Wen Daoren said, "We are not passively waiting, General Hu. Passivity and initiative are constantly changing. It seems that we are passively waiting now, but once Zhou Silang is entangled by our men, we will immediately seize the absolute initiative. Listen to me, stop thinking nonsense, okay?"

General Tiger: "But... I don't like being passive."