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Chapter 379: The Dao of the Mystic Lord, Life and Death as a Dream
Chapter 379: The Dao of the Mystic Lord, Life and Death as a Dream
"Recently, it seems that quite a few Martial Artists and Secret Spiritmasters have gone missing. Tell the sisters not to go too far when they go out, just stay nearby, or don't go out at all," Ye Zhen said.
Extraordinary individuals are not part of a large circle, and any minor disturbance is generally known. Groups like the Iron Tortoise Martial Hall don't really count as extraordinary, as they haven't even reached the Body Tempering stage. They mostly practice for fun and to leverage the influence of the martial hall.
"President, do you have any intelligence on this?" an elder asked.
"I'm not sure. There are no witnesses, and the disappearances are quite mysterious. Initially, we suspect that a major power is hunting Martial Artists and Secret Spiritmasters. Ever since the body of that Supreme Martial Artist appeared, the world has become increasingly strange," Ye Zhen said with a hint of helplessness.
"Let's not talk about that. What progress have you made in your recent research? I consulted some biologists among ordinary people, and they said we need to dissect it to understand it."
Ye Zhen changed the subject. They had already withdrawn all their members, and in the Blood Rose Society's basement, they had stored enough food and water to last the entire organization for a year, planning to wait out the current unrest.
After all, they were not a major power, and none of their members had gone missing, so there was no need to get involved.
"Dissect? President, can we avoid such unreliable suggestions? This is a Supreme Martial Artist, one who remains undecayed after death. Look at the powerful aura; the Martial Will has not dissipated. If we touch it and the Martial Will erupts, the Blood Rose Society will be the first Secret Spiritmaster organization to be killed by a dead person," an elder said helplessly.
Indeed, dissection can reveal the mysteries of an ordinary person's body, but for a Martial Artist, their body contains a Martial Will. If it were a Body Tempering stage or lower, they could handle it, and even a True Martial stage, they could risk it, especially if it's just a dead body. But a Supreme Martial Artist, whose presence alone exerts pressure, clearly indicates that the Martial Will has not dissipated.
"Cough, just a joke, just a joke. But if we can't do this or that, how do we find the secrets?" Ye Zhen said awkwardly.
"We can only search slowly. After all, this is the body of a Supreme Martial Artist. If it were that easy to decipher, it wouldn't be our turn. To us, a Supreme Martial Artist might be rare, but for major organizations, they might have living ones," the elder said, adding that giving up was not an option, as this was a precious treasure.
And as long as it didn't leak, there would be no trouble.
"Recently, there have been other issues. It seems that some people are having nightmares," the elder suddenly changed the subject.
Ye Zhen was a bit puzzled: "Nightmares? That is indeed strange. Since becoming Secret Spiritmasters, we have long mastered our spiritual energy and shouldn't dream, unless they are self-induced."
"It's not that. This trend is spreading. The first sister who experienced it has had nightmares for three days now. She's like a soulless being, dazed and muttering incomprehensible things."
"It sounds like the secret martial techniques of Martial Artists, but much more bizarre. The content seems normal at first, but if you listen carefully, it gives you a chill."
The elder was also a witness. Despite his considerable strength, a trace of uncontrollable fear flashed in his eyes as he recalled the knowledge the other person described.
Initially, Ye Zhen was not concerned, but seeing the elder's expression change, she realized the severity of the situation.
"Let's go and take a look," she said decisively.
The elder quickly led Ye Zhen to investigate, explaining the member's condition along the way.
Since the Blood Rose Society had only about a hundred Secret Spiritmasters, Ye Zhen immediately knew who the member was.
"If she hadn't been staying in our base the whole time, I would have suspected she was cursed by some secret technique," the elder said.
Soon, they arrived at the member's room. Before they even opened the door, they heard a low, muttering voice: "I have often heard that it is not the diligent who seek knowledge, but the knowledgeable who seek the diligent."
However, I know it is a misconception. The knowledgeable do not seek people; rather, they emerge to pursue people. Those who are ruthless and heartless are like hawks and dogs chasing rabbits."
Just as Ye Zhen was about to push the door open, her hairs stood on end. If one only heard this in passing, it would seem normal, merely a motivational type of statement. But if one listened carefully, it felt like facing some terrifying entity directly.
Her hand froze, her mind filled with the other person's chaotic mutterings. She didn't dare to push the door, as if behind it lay an endless abyss that would swallow her whole, plunging her into indescribable fear.
"If love comes and goes, long hidden in the world, then open the top of the head, and the yellow mist will fill the sky and earth." Suddenly, Ye Zhen unconsciously uttered these words.
"What?" The elder beside her was bewildered. Why did she suddenly say that?
"It's nothing, I must be hallucinating," Ye Zhen explained, suppressing her own unease.
Just then, a scroll named "Shengxuan Miaojing Dingguan Lu" seemed to appear in her mind, but she couldn't see its entirety, only the opening. Even so, she felt a strange change within herself.
For instance, she perceived the flow of space, as if she could gently peel apart the seams of space and move through them.
However, she didn't dare to mention this, as her perception of space was inconsistent—sometimes she could sense it, and other times it felt like an illusion.
At this moment, the murmuring inside the room stopped, and silence fell.
Only then did Ye Zhen take a deep breath and push the door open.
But what she saw was not the weak woman they expected, but a scene that resembled a hellish blood-red landscape.
The room was drenched in blood, with pieces of flesh scattered everywhere. Strangely, the internal organs and bones were neatly arranged on the bed, as if the flesh had separated from the body while the person was sleeping.
At this sight, both the elder and the president felt a chill run from their feet to their heads.
Just ten seconds ago, the person was still muttering inside the room, and they had both heard it. But to see such a death upon opening the door was terrifying, given the sheer impact.
The smell of blood filled their nostrils, causing both physical and psychological distress.
Though they had seen many things and witnessed various deaths, the combination of the bizarre scene and the previous eerie behavior was too much to bear.
They quickly retreated from the room, closing the door tightly. The blood smell seeping through the cracks and the lingering images in their minds made their faces pale.
"This method, practiced, conceals one's traces and withdraws from the world. From the spleen, the yellow cloud rises to the top, men cover the right with the left, women cover the left with the right." In Ye Zhen's mind, an indescribable voice reappeared, and she could barely bear it, her eyes turning mostly white.
The elder, though shaken, managed to recover quickly and noticed the president's unusual state.
"This isn't good. The president has also been affected!" The elder recalled that the deceased had shown similar symptoms during the second nightmare, so he didn't think Ye Zhen was just scared but had been manipulated.
In a flurry of activity, he called for help.
After all, while Ye Zhen might not be a great leader, she was the stabilizing force and the strongest member of the Blood Rose Society. Without her, the entire organization would fall apart, and the other elders, lacking the necessary strength, couldn't take her place.
As for the deceased, they could only seal the room and wait for the president to wake up before making any decisions.
What else could they do? With such a major incident at the base, they could only remain on high alert to prevent more such gruesome deaths.
Whether the death was murder or suicide remained unclear, given the numerous spine-chilling and illogical details.
(End of Chapter)
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