If I were not myself but merely an avatar, hehe, then my true body must be the supreme one under the heavens, a unique existence. Consider this: even I, a mere avatar, am so wise and martial; imagine how extraordinary my real body must be? Perhaps it might even be a Saint from the heavens, who knows?
He created me, this avatar, for a definite purpose, a purpose undoubtedly of utmost importance, perhaps concerning the rise and fall of the Nine States, the survival of the entire world.
How could I, for my selfish interests, ruin such a great cause?
And even if I were to die, it wouldn’t matter, as my great philosophy will surely be passed on.
Master Mingyue sneered, "Passed on? You are trapped here; how can you pass on your great philosophy?"
"I couldn’t pass it on before, but now I can," the Evil Man said, his gaze shifting to a dark corner behind Feng Yilang, and he burst into loud laughter. "Now my successor is right here, I have no worries at all, hahaha!"
"Your successor?" Master Mingyue followed the Evil Man’s gaze only to see a stunned Feng Yilang.
As the laughter boomed, Master Mingyue’s expression grew increasingly grim.
Suddenly raising his hand, a white light shot out again.
-500 (80 points of excessive damage)!
A bright red number popped above the Evil Man’s head as his head dropped to the ground instantaneously.
The next second, a group of Mad Taoists and Foolish Taoists collapsed en masse within the jail.
Half of these Mad Taoists and Foolish Taoists were dead or wounded, effectively wiping out about two-thirds of them.
Yet a few were still standing, looking around blankly, including Feng Yilang.
Xiao Jie thought to himself, indeed it was an avatar.
Those who died must be the avatars of an avatar.
And those that survived, their main body must be another Evil Man.
And how powerful then must this Evil Man’s true body be?
Judging by the progression from Foolish Taoist Level 1—Mad Taoist Level 10—Evil Man Level 36, the real body of this Evil Man might be around Level 50 or 60, possibly even more formidable than Qingfeng and Mingyue.
Could he be an Immortal?
Feng Yilang jumped, exclaiming joyously, "I’m not dead!"
Then in shock he exclaimed, "I’m not dead!"
"Indeed, you’re not dead," Master Mingyue looked at Feng Yilang, his eyes carrying a hint of chill.
"Yilang, are you hiding something from me?"
This remark was clearly prompted by the Evil Man’s last words before death, [Now my successor is here, I have no worries at all.]
Feng Yilang also realized the seriousness of the situation and hurriedly explained, "Master Mingyue, you see everything clearly. I have told everything I should, and moreover, I have already joined Xuanxu Palace, why would you doubt me?"
"While that’s true, I cannot feel at ease. The magic of this Evil Man is mysterious and unpredictable, especially this external avatar technique; even my senior brother and I combined could not decipher its mysteries. How can I be assured?"
"And knowing this wasn’t a cuckoo pushing the sparrows out of their nest, since your mind is clear and you are no longer maddened, surely you can understand."
Whoosh! A flash of white light, and Feng Yilang was instantly killed.
Poor avatar, who had barely developed an independent personality, ultimately couldn’t escape destruction.
Xiao Jie watched, terrified; Master Mingyue was ruthless, killing without blinking an eye, even if it were his own disciple.
He originally thought that even if he were discovered, he most likely wouldn’t die, but now he didn’t dare to think that way, standing behind Feng Yilang, not daring to make a move.
Fortunately, the Phantom Spirit Pearl was remarkably effective, and Master Mingyue completely failed to notice him.
Master Mingyue flicked his sleeve, "Let’s go, there’s nothing left to see here."
"Master, what about these people?" a nearby Taoist asked, pointing at the remaining two Mad Taoists and five Foolish Taoists.
"Let them live for now, recuperate for a while, perhaps they might recover some sanity, and then proceed with the interrogation.
Master Bai He, order the disciples under your command to traverse the Nine States, and they must exterminate all these remaining avatars. Also issue tasks to the Returning Villagers; if they can find the Evil Man or the true body of the Evil Man, it would be a great deed, and they could be endowed with the genuine transmission of Xuanxu Immortal Technique."
Watching Master Mingyue and his followers leave, Xiao Jie let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, a private message popped up on his message panel.
Tree Under the Cicada: Brother, don’t move, wait a while before going out.
Xiao Jie wasn’t surprised this time. Previously, this brother had been too eager to converse with the Evil Man and had not noticed him in the corner, so it was normal for him to have been observed all this while.
After all, the Phantom Spirit Pearl could fool NPCs, but not players.
Fortunately, they were all in the same boat, so he wasn’t afraid the other might have ill intentions.
Hidden Moon Following Wind: Understood, where are you?
Tree Under the Cicada: Right by your side, don’t turn your head, someone will come down to clean up in a bit.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a number of Daoist Children accompanied by miscellaneous workers came down, opened the jail door, and dragged out all the bodies of the Mad Taoists and Foolish Taoists, leaving only a few alive.
Once these people had left, and after another ten minutes or so—
Tree Under the Cicada: All clear, let’s go now.
As he said this, his figure appeared in the air; Xiao Jie thought to himself that Invisibility Technique was indeed powerful, far better than an Invisibility Talisman. He still had a talisman in his bag, which he had bought at a high price when monsters raided the village. He had never dared to use it; that thing cost three taels of silver a piece and could only make someone invisible for fifteen seconds. In comparison, Tree Under the Cicada’s authentic version was far more powerful, having lasted at least half an hour.