The Path to Immortality

Wu Wannian calmed down and said, "I also thought the news was wrong at first, but just a few days later, I received a letter from a senior who was stationed in Xiancheng with Old Master Wu."

"That senior is one of my old master's good friends. He mentioned what happened that day in the letter."

"The truth of the matter is not what Zhengyang Palace said."

"The so-called disappearance and defection is actually that after repelling the attacking demon cultivator, Old Master Wu was eager to make a contribution and volunteered to chase and kill a seriously injured demon cultivator. I just don't know what trump card the demon cultivator has, or whether there is another strong person to help, which caused Old Master Wu to encounter an accident and never return..."

Did Elder Wu really die in the battle?

Fang Ping's face changed slightly: "In other words, Elder Wu actually chased the demon cultivator and died in battle?"

Wu Wannian's face was filled with resentment and anger, and he continued to accuse: "After receiving this handwritten letter, I immediately rushed to Zhengyang Hall to help Old Master Wu to redress his innocence and wash away the charge of defection. But the deacon of Zhengyang Hall not only ignored it, but threatened me to stop malicious defense, otherwise he would immediately investigate Old Master Wu's guilt, and even request the Law Enforcement Hall to send cultivators to confiscate the Wu family."

"Is there such a thing?"

Fang Ping frowned.

If there was a possibility of misunderstanding before, but the descendants of the cultivators had objections to the cause of their predecessor's death, but did not re-investigate and verify, and did not even follow the basic procedures, and even threatened in return, this is very suspicious.

Could it be that someone embezzled Elder Wu's relics, and even the pension issued by the sect...

Fang Ping had to think of the worst possibility.

In previous years, when the sect still had prestige and the laws were strict, naturally no one dared to do this.

But now that the building is about to collapse, all kinds of monsters and demons have emerged!

Embezzlement and withholding of pensions are just one of the chaos.

Fang Ping even heard that in some areas where the sect's control is relatively weak, even the inspectors sent to the local area can hardly collect the manpower and cultivation resources to be allocated.

His eyes turned cold and he said to Wu Wannian: "I already know about this. Don't worry, nephew Wu, I will definitely help you get justice today. However, the power of Zhengyang Hall is extraordinary, and it is better to have solid evidence for this matter... Is the previous handwritten letter from Elder Wu's friend still there?"

Hearing Fang Ping's decisive attitude, Wu Wannian's face flashed with hope and joy.

All the humiliation and grief he had suffered before surged into his heart at this moment, and he almost cried.

He suppressed his emotion and took out a handwritten letter from his storage bag: "Uncle Master, please read it. Here is the handwritten letter!"

When Wu Wannian went to Zhengyang Hall to question him, he was more careful under the reminder of his family disciples and did not hand over the original handwritten letter.

However, Uncle Master Fang should be trustworthy.

Wu Wannian naturally believed in his old master's instructions before leaving and his vision of judging people.

"Very good! Come with me now!"

After taking the handwritten letter and reading it at a glance, Fang Ping confirmed the aura of the foundation-building cultivator's magic power left on it. He no longer had any doubts, and the escape light rolled up Wu Wannian and went straight to the Zhengyang Hall of Luoyun Peak.

The rolling gale, like a fire meteor, cut through the night sky and flew dozens of miles in an instant.

Under the scorching gale, even the slightly cool night and Wu Wannian's once cold heart were warmed up again.

He couldn't help but look up at Fang Ping in front of him. That figure seemed particularly tall at some point, more majestic and firm than the Tiandu Peak where he had lived since he was a child, making people unable to help but trust and rely on him from the bottom of their hearts!

"Old Master, you didn't make a mistake..."

Feeling the long-lost sense of security, he whispered in his heart.

………

The mountainside in front of Luoyun Peak.

Outside Zhengyang Palace.

Even on weekdays, there are not many people in Zhengyang Palace at night, not to mention the fierce battle in Mingyun Immortal City now.

When Fang Ping and Wu Wannian broke in, the palace was already pitch black.

Only a few bright stones on the copper cups were still barely emitting light, lighting up a small area. But the light seemed to cast more lingering shadows around and in the corners of the solemn palace, making people feel uneasy.

There were only one or two disciples left to handle the procedures here.

Seeing Fang Ping's deliberate anger, hurried steps, and the aura of his foundation-building cultivation, anyone could see that this senior was full of anger and on the verge of exploding.

Regardless of the on-duty disciples who wanted to greet him, or the two people who were still going through the formalities, they all made way in panic, not daring to block the footsteps of this uncle.

For fear of being caught in a rage and being vented on by the other party!

"Where is Deacon Li of Zhengyang Hall? Get out here immediately!"

As the footsteps paused, Fang Ping stood in the center of Zhengyang Hall and shouted.

Swish, swish, swish!

Rays of scorching sun light surged out from his hands, surrounding his body, floating unsteadily, and flying up and down.

With the blessing of the power of the Great Sun True Law, the dark golden light emitted from the scorching sun light dispelled the darkness of the hall, making him the incarnation of bright light, and the only focus of everyone in Zhengyang Hall.

The terrifying power and murderous intent contained in the mysterious light made the disciples on duty terrified.

"Senior, calm down! What made you so angry?"

"This is Zhengyang Palace, senior, please don't do it! Please don't do it!"

Someone immediately stepped forward and tried to comfort Fang Ping in a soft voice, fearing that this foundation-building cultivator would hurt others in anger.

There were also sharp-eyed disciples who recognized Wu Wannian who was following Fang Ping. They immediately guessed something and ran to the side hall on the left: "Deacon Li? Where is Deacon Li? Please come out and take charge! Something happened!"

Fortunately, Fang Ping arrived not too late.

Deacon Li, who had just finished his duty, had just sorted out today's affairs and was about to return to his cave. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly stopped and walked out of the side hall in confusion.

"This foundation-building senior, are you looking for..."

Deacon Li took a few steps forward with a puzzled look on his face. Just as he was about to salute, he suddenly saw Wu Wannian glaring at him from behind Fang Ping. His face turned pale and cold sweat broke out.

"Uncle Fang, that's him!"

Wu Wannian's eyes were full of fire, and he pointed at Deacon Li and said to Fang Ping.

Almost at the same time, the blazing sun light surrounding Fang Ping turned in unison and pointed at Deacon Li.

Locked by the tyrannical murderous intent, Deacon Li felt as if there was a sharp knife on his head. Even his soul could feel the invisible sharpness. He staggered back, fell to the ground, and collapsed into a ball.

Fang Ping slowly stepped forward, his eyes cold, and asked: "Deacon Li, I am Fang Ping, the deacon of the Dan Hall. I want to ask you, the outer sect elder Wu was clearly chasing the demon cultivators and died in battle at the front line of Mingyun Immortal City. Why did he leave without saying goodbye and defect from the sect after the battle? Answer me!"

His voice was not particularly loud, but with the blessing of mana, it easily spread throughout the Zhengyang Hall.

In the huge hall, there was still an echo after a few breaths!

For a while, all the disciples in the hall quieted down.

Suspicious, contemptuous, or watching the show, eyes were cast on Deacon Li one after another.