CHAPTER 616: CHAPTER 298: DEVELOPMENT VISION, PRAISE FOR THE DEMON ANCESTOR

"The True Array Plate only responds to that incomplete item. If Master Zheng carries this object, there will be some anomalies."

"If not, everything will be as usual."

Zheng Fa slowly nodded, looked at Sect Leader Yan, and asked, "Sect Leader Yan, how do I know there are no ulterior motives in this array plate of yours?"

Sect Leader Yan’s expression darkened, seemingly feeling slighted, and immediately retorted, "Master Zheng, do you not trust me?"

Zheng Fa paused, then whispered after a moment:

"The fate of the most famous person who trusted you all, as if I didn’t know."

Although his voice was low, the hall was full of highly skilled cultivators; who wouldn’t hear his muttering?

Daoist Li from the Supreme Dao let out a chuckle.

Even Zhixu from Leiyin Temple had a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Wasn’t this indirectly calling Zhixu a bald donkey?

Sect Leader Yan’s face changed, yet he couldn’t respond, while Daoist Li stepped forward with a smile, picked up the array plate, inspected it for a while, then handed it to Zheng Fa, saying, "How about I guarantee it? If there’s an issue, I will identify it."

Zheng Fa knew that despite confronting Yan Wushuang’s father, he couldn’t avoid this matter, so he straightforwardly held the bottom of the array plate.

The various talismanic diagrams on the array plate seemed to come alive, slowly rotating and flowing onto Zheng Fa, climbing all over his hands, arms, body, head, and face.

Within a few breaths, those talismanic diagrams seemed to melt, seeping into Zheng Fa’s skin and drilling into his body!

Xie Qingxue and Sister Zhang exchanged a glance, one gripping the Qingping Sword, the other holding the Quiet Bamboo.

The atmosphere in the hall was also extremely tense.

Even Daoist Li, who always had a smile, became serious, staring at the array plate, occasionally glancing at Zheng Fa.

At this moment, Zheng Fa’s consciousness was focused internally.

Hundreds of talismanic diagrams entered his body from his skin, traversing every inch of muscle and meridian, as if searching for something.

They passed through every acupuncture point, finding nothing, yet seemed to sense something, gathering outside Zheng Fa’s Mud Pill Palace.

In Zheng Fa’s Mud Pill Palace, the Yin Yang Fish Jade Pendant floated in the Sea of Consciousness, beneath which lay a Nine Nether Talisman.

Those talismanic diagrams, attracted by the Yin Yang Fish Jade Pendant, rushed into Zheng Fa’s Sea of Consciousness one after another.

They seemed to be about to "find" the Yin Yang Fish Jade Pendant!

Just then, the Nine Nether Talisman suddenly emitted a dark, mysterious glow.

In Zheng Fa’s Sea of Consciousness, a strange wave instantly emerged, fluctuating and gradually obscuring the trace of the Yin Yang Fish Jade Pendant.

The talismanic diagrams suddenly lost their target, appearing bewildered, halted outside Zheng Fa’s Sea of Consciousness, and after a while, gradually withdrew from his body.

Zheng Fa couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved.

Just then, a strange talismanic diagram, instead of retreating, moved against the flow, heading towards Zheng Fa’s Sea of Consciousness.

It seemed to... truly have its own consciousness!

Zheng Fa opened his eyes and looked at Sect Leader Yan’s amicable smile—truly an old fox!

Sect Leader Yan, however, turned back, glancing at the Qingping Sword at Xie Qingxue’s waist, as if he was not only skeptical about Zheng Fa’s relation to Tianhe Venerable but also curious about how Zheng Fa managed to have his disciple willingly offer the Qingping Sword.

At this moment, Zheng Fa could confirm—that among the Five Sects, the one most wary of him was instead the Tianhe Sect, where he had the most friends!

...

The Nine Nether Talisman in the Sea of Consciousness lit up again, rushing toward the talismanic diagram evidently related to Sect Leader Yan.

In a distant mortal town, three people without a trace of Spiritual Energy slowly walked the bustling streets.

Chen Ting and the Netherworld Immortal Qin Mu suddenly saw the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor lift his head and look afar, unable to resist asking:

"Saint Ancestor?"

"Nothing," Nine Nether Saint Ancestor shook his head and said,

"An old friend from the Tianhe Sect... Hmph, I haven’t gone to find them, and they’re already so impatient?"

Chen Ting was taken aback, recalling the Nine Nether Talisman on Zheng Fa.

The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor obviously wouldn’t explain to them, only saying:

"Then I’ll collect some interest."

...

In Zheng Fa’s Mud Pill Palace, the Nine Nether Talisman gently trembled, wrapping the strange spirit talisman and rushing out of his Mud Pill Palace.

Zheng Fa watched as Sect Leader Yan’s face twisted, the immortal sword at his waist wailing mournfully.

The next moment, Sect Leader Yan blinked, two lines of bloody tears flowing down his cheeks, his eyes lacking whites, leaving only an expanse of black.

At this moment, even Daoist Li was momentarily stunned, looking at Zheng Fa.

Everyone was even more shocked.

A Dao Fruit Cultivator, unless grievously wounded, how could they display such a miserable sight?

Given the ability of a Dao Fruit Cultivator, who could silently cause them severe injury?

Just then, the array plate suddenly erupted with the divine soul aura of Sect Leader Yan.

Thus, Baihua Fairy and the others clearly understood that somehow this man named Yan had hidden his divine soul in the array plate, attempting to probe Zheng Fa’s secrets, only to be exploited by another.

Daoist Li’s face turned angry, having vouchsafed himself and now being deceived by this man named Yan—clearly a loss of face.

"Is there any anomaly with this array plate?" he coldly asked Sect Leader Yan.

Sect Leader Yan’s expression was peculiar, his face twisted, unclear if from pain or anger, devoid of the earlier amicable demeanor, yet he directly shook his head.

"Then as per our previous agreement, the Hundred Immortals Alliance will control the Mystic Sea; will the Tianhe Sect support this?"

Sect Leader Yan remained silent, merely nodding.

Daoist Li nodded apologetically towards Zheng Fa, but Zheng Fa didn’t look at him, only at the Old Monk Zhixu and Luo Shangxian of Haori Mountain, asking, "Still think my strength insufficient?"

The two were stunned, simultaneously raising their heads to see Zheng Fa coldly staring at them, with an air of intimidation.

Both being Independent Immortals, neither had been looked at like this in a long time, anger rising on their faces in unison.

Yet the next moment, they both involuntarily glanced at Sect Leader Yan of the Tianhe Sect, those bloody tears seemingly reaching their hearts.

Old Monk Zhixu remained silent for a long time, finally pressing his palms together, begrudgingly whispering, "Master Zheng’s strength is extraordinary; the Mystic Sea belongs to the Hundred Immortals Alliance."

Zheng Fa inwardly praised—Demon Ancestor, whoever uses it speaks highly of it!