**: The True Scripture is Still on Yuan Dasheng (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)**

Ning Zhuo's subordinates were panicked, but he could no longer afford to bother with such trivial matters.

He was the only one left in the room.

The young man's face remained deathly pale, devoid of any color.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes shut, the corners twitching occasionally as countless thoughts churned in his mind. He was straining every nerve to ponder the situation.

Ning Zhuo was racing against time!

His current predicament was a matter of life and death. Every second of effort might influence the final outcome.

He desperately recalled everything that had just happened, Zhu Xuanji's questions, his demeanor, and actions.

"Zhu Xuanji first asked if I had killed Yuan Dasheng, then asked about the location of the Demonic Path True Scripture."

"So, following this sequence..." Ning Zhuo strove to deduce Zhu Xuanji's thought process.

"From Zhu Xuanji's perspective, Yuan Dasheng should have had the Demonic Path True Scripture on him."

"True Scripture..."

Ning Zhuo knew about this.

It was common knowledge in the cultivation world.

These were scriptures written with True Intent. Anyone who came into contact with a True Scripture, even if completely illiterate, could comprehend its entire profound meaning.

True Scriptures possessed the characteristic of automatic transmission. If their current载体 deteriorated, or if a superior载体 appeared in the outside world, the True Scripture would automatically transfer from the old载体 to the new one.

"Generally speaking, if the object carrying a True Scripture is damaged, it's highly likely the scripture will transmit outwards."

"But Yuan Dasheng died right in front of me. No True Scripture transmitted out at that time."

"What exactly is the Demonic Path True Scripture that Zhu Xuanji is after?"

"Could it be the Demonic Blood Tendon Art?"

Ning Zhuo inevitably thought of the Demonic Blood Tendon Art.

He then thought of Yuan Dasheng.

He had never understood why Yuan Dasheng possessed cultivation in the Demonic Blood Tendon Art.

"Since Zhu Xuanji asked me like that, it's very likely that Yuan Dasheng's ability to master the Demonic Blood Tendon Art was due to this Demonic Path True Scripture."

"Zhu Xuanji came to me precisely because Yuan Dasheng's corpse ultimately ended up in my hands."

This caused Ning Zhuo's emotions to stir somewhat.

He had originally thought the matter of Zhu Xuanji's investigation was over. He never expected that Zhu Xuanji would follow the clues from Yuan Dasheng and find Ning Zhuo again.

Ning Zhuo calmed his mind and continued his train of thought.

"The current problem is, how did Zhu Xuanji learn about this clue?"

"Something important must have happened during this period."

Ning Zhuo was unaware of the incident where Zhu Xuanji led the three families' Golden Core cultivators deep into the mountain base and engaged in a great battle.

His intelligence-gathering capabilities were limited, largely reliant on the Turtle Breath Gang's efforts.

The person around him best at collecting information was Sun Lingtong.

However, even Sun Lingtong found it difficult to obtain intelligence at the Golden Core level.

Especially after Zhu Xuanji and the others returned, they remained tight-lipped about their actions, everyone maintaining strict secrecy. Only Meng Kui knew a little something.

Ning Zhuo had proactively submitted a letter of confession to the Ning family ancestor, Ning Jiufan, partly to seek help and partly to probe for information.

In his view, Ning Jiufan was a Golden Core expert. Given Zhu Xuanji's close ties with the three families, Ning Jiufan should know something.

Ning Zhuo had asked the right key figure!

But it was clear that Ning Jiufan would absolutely not publicize his own affairs.

When Ning Zhuo received Ning Jiufan's reply, he found it contained only a few short lines.

Ning Jiufan instructed him to cooperate fully with Lord Zhu Xuanji, reflect deeply on himself over these three days, and finally give Zhu Xuanji a perfect account.

"Damn it!" Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth inwardly.

He had gained no information whatsoever. He felt as if he had been abandoned by the Ning family ancestor.

At a time like this, even the smallest piece of key information would be of immense help to him.

But he had gained nothing from Ning Jiufan.

"Wait, there's also the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit!"

"Yuan Dasheng's corpse was refined in the Lava Immortal Palace back then, ultimately becoming the Golden Blood Battle Ape."

Ning Zhuo activated the Floating Cloud Kerchief, his body once again enveloped in layers of clouds.

Just as he was about to send his soul into the Immortal Palace to try and contact the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, he received a message transmitted by it.

It was the Medical Hall Master's token!

Surprised, Ning Zhuo immediately realized the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit's message was being transmitted through the token.

"Y-young Master." The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit feigned weakness.

It was about to explain the life-and-death crisis triggered by Ning Xiaohui.

Ning Zhuo cut it off directly: "Don't say anything else, Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit. First, tell me, where is the True Scripture on Yuan Dasheng?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit paused.

It was prepared for Ning Zhuo's immediate demand for the True Scripture.

Without any hesitation, it replied directly: "Young Master, that True Scripture related to the Demonic Blood Tendon Art is still on Yuan Dasheng's body."

"But it can't be extracted anymore because it has completely become part of Yuan Dasheng's spiritual nature."

Ning Zhuo frowned deeply and pressed urgently: "What's the reason?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit explained for him: "There are many furnaces in the Lava Immortal Palace. The highest specification among them are the Golden Furnaces."

"The Golden Furnaces were personally arranged by the three sect superiors. There were originally eight, but now only three remain."

"One of them was destroyed precisely because it was used to refine Yuan Dasheng."

"Because only a device like the Golden Furnace could refine a top-grade natural talent."

"At that time, the Demonic Blood Tendon Art True Scripture was latent within Yuan Dasheng's bones."

"The Golden Furnace refines all things without exception. It melted everything about Yuan Dasheng into one, using it all as nourishment, ultimately forming the Golden Blood Battle Ape construct."

"One could say the True Scripture has been destroyed, but one could also consider that the True Scripture has already become part of Yuan Dasheng."

Ning Zhuo was still puzzled and continued asking: "Yuan Dasheng was already dead at the time. Why didn't the scripture transmit outwards then?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit explained that Yuan Dasheng's immortal资质 was "Righteous Bone, Golden Firmness." His entire skeleton was an excellent载体 for the True Scripture.

Even after Yuan Dasheng's death, his bones remained incorruptible and could still carry the True Scripture.

Unless a better载体 appeared in the outside world, the True Scripture might then transmit out.

Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and continued questioning: "Before this, where did the True Scripture exist? Why did it transmit out from the Lava Immortal Palace?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit initially didn't want to tell Ning Zhuo these secrets, but now that Ning Zhuo had asked, it had to answer.

After all, it needed Ning Zhuo's help!

So it replied: "There are three Golden Core level combat powers in the Lava Immortal Palace, all of them are constructs."

"They are the Buddhist Physician, the Daoist Master, and the Demonic General."

"Unlike other constructs, these three were personally forged by the Old Master."

"The Old Master placed three True Scriptures on them, corresponding to the Mirror Platform Telepathy Art, the Five Elements Qi Rhythm Art, and the Demonic Blood Tendon Art respectively."

"During the long process of suppressing the Fire Persimmon Mountain, the Buddhist Physician and Demonic General constructs were lost outside one after the other."

"Now, only the Daoist Master construct remains, guarding the Lava Immortal Palace."

Ning Zhuo immediately formed a conjecture: "So, Zhu Xuanji found the Demonic General construct. He obtained key clues from the Demonic General, which ultimately led him to Yuan Dasheng."

"Yuan Dasheng must have accidentally encountered the Demonic General construct within the Fire Persimmon Mountain, which is how he obtained the True Scripture..."

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit suddenly spoke urgently: "Young Master, my condition isn't good. I'm about to lose contact with you."

"I took the initiative to contact you this time because a sudden, major crisis has occurred."

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit spoke rapidly, informing Ning Zhuo about Ning Xiaohui's movements and the existence of the Historiography Pavilion.

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but frown deeply, feeling as if a heavy rock was pressing on his heart.

Truly, misfortunes never come singly! When it rains, it pours!

He himself had personally triggered the explosion in the Immortal Palace. The Historiography Pavilion would certainly have a record of it.

If Ning Xiaohui really obtained a position in the Historiography Pavilion, then Ning Zhuo would be directly exposed.

The trouble was, among those who entered the Immortal Palace via that route, only Ning Xiaohui possessed the identity of a Trial Disciple.

And only Trial Disciples had the opportunity to obtain positions like those in the Historiography Pavilion or Medical Hall. Others, even Golden Core cultivators, were treated differently.

This meant no one could compete with Ning Xiaohui.

Ning Xiaohui becoming a member of the Historiography Pavilion, even if not the Pavilion Head, was practically a certainty.

Ning Zhuo was already exhausting his mental efforts to devise a countermeasure regarding Zhu Xuanji's investigation when he received this other devastating news.

Without a doubt, what Ning Xiaohui brought him was another life-and-death crisis!

Ning Zhuo asked the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit: "As the mighty Palace Spirit, can't you stop Ning Xiaohui's actions?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit told the truth: "I cannot do that."

"I am unable to disclose any relevant information about any Trial Disciple."

Ning Zhuo immediately detected a contradiction: "If that's the case, then how were you able to leak Ning Xiaohui's movements to me?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit still told the truth: "I can only say, this is your fortune, Master!"

"Ning Xiaohui is your subordinate. She is a medic of the Medical Hall, and you are the Hall Master of the Medical Hall."

"It is precisely because of this relationship that you have the right to be informed about any movements of your subordinate."

"Young Master..." At this point, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit actively cut the connection.

Afterwards, no matter how Ning Zhuo called its name, it stubbornly refused to respond.

In the short time communicating with Ning Zhuo, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit's heart was pounding with fear!

Ning Zhuo was so sharp, remaining calm and collected even in a life-or-death crisis, easily spotting the loopholes in the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit's words.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit dared not say any more.

"A little monster like Ning Zhuo has already received enough information from me."

"Next, we'll see how he performs."

"Hurry and stop Ning Xiaohui! Don't disappoint my expectations of you!"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit itself never expected that one day it would pin its hopes for regained freedom on Ning Zhuo.

Swept along by the tide of events, the situation in the Lava Immortal Palace had also slipped beyond the control of it, the Palace Spirit.

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