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Chu Sheng looked at the old man before him, feeling a sense of wariness. In this world where people could be devoured without a trace, the kinder the face, the more it resembled that of a cunning old fox.
"Are you Old Wang?" Chu Sheng asked in a low voice, his tone cautious, like a cat with its fur bristled.
The old man set down his teacup, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in his eyes, as if to say, "Kid, you’ve got some sense." "The child taught by old man Li is indeed cautious. Yes, I am Wang Shouren, your father's good friend during his lifetime."
Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's gaze sharpened. The Merit Book hidden in his chest began to warm slightly, as if responding to the old man's words. He slowly sat down but maintained a posture ready to spring into action, like a cheetah poised to pounce. " uncle Li sent me to find you."
"I know," Wang Shouren sighed, as if bearing a heavy burden. " old man Li chose the last path, sacrificing himself to buy you time. Now, there are some things we need to discuss."
Just as Chu Sheng was about to speak, he suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching, like a mountain pressing down on him. He sprang to his feet, muscles tensed and ready for action.
"Don't be nervous." Wang Shouren waved his sleeve lightly, and a golden light flashed, enveloping the entire bamboo grove like a great net. "This is a barrier; those little brats outside can’t see anything."
"Go ahead," Chu Sheng sat back down, but his heart raced like a trapped rabbit.
Wang Shouren's expression was complex, resembling an ancient well with no bottom in sight. "Do you know why Heishan sect has been hunting you? It's because there flows a special bloodline within you; this thing is related to the divine."
Chu Sheng's heart jolted as if struck by lightning. No wonder that old man in the black robe spoke of "the bloodline of our master." It turned out he was also a "God's Second Generation"?
"But that's not the most important part," Wang Shouren continued gravely. "Before your father passed away, he entrusted me with a treasure for safekeeping. Now it’s time for it to return to its rightful owner."
As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his bosom. It was crystal clear and translucent, engraved with intricate swirling patterns that shimmered softly under the moonlight—it certainly looked valuable.
"This is..." Chu Sheng was about to reach out to take it when he suddenly frowned, as if he had caught a whiff of something amiss. "Wait, this is too easy, isn't it?"
Wang Shouren smiled, his eyes filled with admiration, as if to say, "Kid, you've finally woken up." "Tell me your thoughts."
Chu Sheng stood up, his gaze sharp like a drawn sword. " Heishan sect has been chasing me for so long; they can't possibly be unaware of your existence. If the jade pendant were truly in your hands, they would have already raided your lair."
"Go on."
"So, this is a trap." Chu Sheng sneered, like a hungry wolf that had just spotted its prey. "You deliberately leaked information to lure them in. And I am just a pawn in this game, right?"
Wang Shouren burst into laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke. "No wonder you are Chu's son! That's right; this is indeed a trap. But you're mistaken about one thing—you are not a pawn; you are the one holding the pieces."
Chu Sheng was taken aback, like a monk who couldn't grasp the situation. "What do you mean?"
"The jade pendant is fake, but the information is real." Wang Shouren's eyes sparkled with cunning, like a wily old fox. "What Heishan sect has been searching for is actually the bloodline within you. I leaked this information to them to make them restless and draw them out."
Chu Sheng instantly understood, as if clouds had parted to reveal the sun. "You mean..."
"Exactly." Wang Shouren stood up, his tone resolute. "Now, all the high-ranking members of Heishan sect are rushing here, including that mysterious leader, Shura. They all believe they can uncover the secret of the Divine Bloodline here."
"But what they don't know," Chu Sheng's eyes glinted coldly, like a fierce tiger ready to pounce, "is that what awaits them is a massacre."
At that moment, the Merit Book on Chu Sheng's chest suddenly radiated brilliant light, like a small sun. A thought sparked in his mind as a plan rapidly took shape, unfolding like a scroll before him.
"I need your help," Chu Sheng said, looking at Wang Shouren with a serious tone. "Contact Shang Ye sect and other martial artists who are dissatisfied with Heishan sect. Tonight, we will make Heishan sect pay the price and let them know why the flowers are so red!"
Wang Shouren nodded, like a seasoned strategist. "I've already made arrangements. Lin Yue is on her way; her dream control Ability will be a trump card."
Two hours later, the moon climbed overhead, illuminating the night sky like a giant light bulb.
Chu Sheng stood atop a high vantage point, surveying the dense forest below like a general strategizing for battle. The members of Heishan sect had begun to arrive, lurking in the darkness like a pack of venomous snakes waiting for their prey.
Little did they know, they were the true prey.
"Are you ready?" Chu Sheng asked through the communicator, his tone steady.
"Ready to start at any time," Lin Yue's voice came through, crisp and pleasant. "I've influenced their perception with my dream control Ability. What they see now is exactly what we want them to see."
"Very good." A glint of coldness flashed in Chu Sheng's eyes, like an ice blade ready to be drawn. "Let's move!"
Just then, an abrupt voice rang out, exploding in the silent night like a bomb: "What a splendid plan, little one."
Chu Sheng spun around sharply, only to find a mysterious figure in a white robe had appeared behind him without him noticing, like a ghost. The aura of this person was unfathomable, reminiscent of an expansive starry sky.
"Who are you..."
"Under the Emperor God, Truth Envoy," the mysterious figure said with a slight smile, his tone laden with meaning. "Your plan is quite good, but are you not underestimating the Black Mountain Society?"
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