After emerging from the cave, Fang Bai threw several punches in succession, causing a large amount of rocks to collapse and completely seal the entrance to the cave, so that no one else would disturb Zhuge Dingtian’s eternal rest.
"Brother, do you have a way to contact you? If there’s something again, I’d still contact you, and we can make a fortune together!"
Having witnessed Fang Bai’s strength, Wu De deemed him profoundly mysterious and of extraordinary origin. He was keen on making an acquaintance and asked with a beaming smile.
"If you have any trouble in the future, you can find me!"
Fang Bai smiled and gave his mobile number to Wu De, thinking that this guy was a rare talent. Establishing connections with him might lead to more cultivation resources in the future, which would greatly benefit himself and his friends and family who were currently cultivating.
"I’m saying, Brother, you and your disciple didn’t come here specifically for the tomb of this Innate Expert, did you?"
After writing down Fang Bai’s mobile number, Wu De couldn’t help but ask another question.
Fang Bai laughed, "We were just passing by; it was a coincidence that we met you."
"Fate! This is called fate!"
Wu De laughed heartily.
"Brother Wu, we have other matters to attend to, so we’ll part ways for now!"
"Wait a second, where are you two planning to go? Would it be convenient to inform me?"
Seeing Fang Bai and Ghost Hand about to leave, Wu De hurriedly asked.
He wanted to chat more with Fang Bai, both to probe his identity and to foster a better relationship, which would make future cooperation easier.
Fang Bai replied, "We’re going to Qingcheng Temple."
Upon hearing the name "Qingcheng Temple," Wu De’s expression became somewhat unnatural, and he asked with a forced smile, "Are the two of you going to Qingcheng Temple for sightseeing... or is there something else?"
"Brother Wu seems so anxious; could it be that you have some history with Qingcheng Temple?"
Noticing Wu De’s unusual expression, Fang Bai asked with a smile, suspecting that Wu De, being a Taoist, might have some relationship with the disciples from Qingcheng Temple.
Fang Bai was accompanying Ghost Hand to Qingcheng Temple to seek justice, and if Wu De was associated with Qingcheng Temple’s Taoists, Fang Bai would not be polite with him.
Wu De gave an awkward smile and said, "Well... to be honest, I had a bit of a dispute with an old Taoist from Qingcheng Temple... If Brother Fang has a good relationship with Qingcheng Temple, then for your sake, I won’t hold a grudge against that old Taoist anymore..."
Fang Bai could tell Wu De was speaking the truth. He nodded and smiled, "Quite a coincidence, we also have some issues with Qingcheng Temple, and we’re going there to seek justice!"
"Haha, didn’t I say we were fated?"
Wu De’s face instantly filled with a smile, exuberantly saying, "I was actually planning to go to Qingcheng Temple to resolve my grievances with that old Taoist, but then I discovered the tomb of this Innate Expert and concentrated on this instead... Brother Fang, how about we go to Qingcheng Temple together? Although the Qingcheng Temple disciples are many and powerful, the three of us together will surely be invincible!"
Fang Bai hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Even though Wu De was cunning and had a fondness for tomb robbing, which spoke poorly of his character, he was, in fact, a legitimate Earth Level, high rank martial artist, one of the very best in the Secular Ancient Martial World. Establishing a good relationship with him seemed to have no downside.
Wu De seemed to have visited Qingcheng Temple more than once and was very familiar with the terrain of the area. Under his guidance, Fang Bai and Ghost Hand avoided many detours, saving a lot of time, and soon arrived at the mountain gate of Qingcheng Temple.
The heritage of Qingcheng Temple was much more ancient than that of Jiangnan’s Misty Rain Tower, and the number of disciples in the temple far exceeded that of Qingcheng Temple.
Several grand halls of Qingcheng Temple solemnly enshrined the old ancestors of the Taoist Sect, accepting tribute from incense guests from all over the world, and the temple’s incense trade was extremely thriving.
Although winter had arrived and the weather was cold, there were still quite a few incense guests coming and going.
Standing at the mountain gate of Qingcheng Temple, Fang Bai looked at those devout incense guests and then at the magnificent Taoist halls built atop the mountain, and he couldn’t help but silently lament in his heart.
As a disciple of the Taoist sect, one should focus on cultivation and be wholeheartedly kind; however, some disciples of Qingcheng Temple had privately committed the atrocity of slaughtering over a hundred lives in Myriad Medicine Valley, an act against the Heavenly Dao.
Ghost Hand looked up at the several Taoist halls on the peak, his expression ice-cold, fists clenched tightly, and his whole body emitting a fierce aura.
Among the three major sects that had slaughtered Myriad Medicine Valley, aside from Misty Rain Tower, Qingcheng Temple was the one that had exerted the most effort and had been the most ruthless.
The overall strength of Qingcheng Temple was much greater than that of Myriad Medicine Valley; seeking justice from them would certainly not be easy, and Ghost Hand was prepared for a hard battle.
Although his master, Fang Bai, was with him, Ghost Hand did not intend to rely on his master’s strength for revenge. At most, during a great battle, he would ask his master to cover for him so that none of the Qingcheng Temple disciples involved in the slaughter could escape.
"Elder Taoist Qingling is already dead; the overall strength of Qingcheng Temple must have weakened quite a bit. You should not encounter too great a challenge in seeking justice this time!"
Fang Bai patted Ghost Hand on the shoulder, saying with a smile.
Back in Zhongzhou, Elder Taoist Qingling of Qingcheng Temple had abducted Fang Bai’s sister, Fang Yun, intending to forcibly take her as a disciple, but was later killed by Fang Bai who rushed to the scene.
Fang Bai had mentioned this incident to Ghost Hand not long ago.
"Elder Taoist Qingling is dead? Really? How come I haven’t heard this news?"
Wu De asked incredulously.
"Yes, he died several months ago. I killed him!"
Fang Bai said indifferently.
He and Ghost Hand had come to Qingcheng Temple for revenge; even if Elder Taoist Qingling had not died that time, he would not have escaped this time, so there was no need to hide anything.
With a look of disappointment, Wu De said, "I came here to find trouble with Elder Taoist Qingling this time. I can’t believe you already took him down! Hmph, that’s letting him off easy! Come on, let’s go up the mountain and have a look! We can’t find Elder Taoist Qingling to settle scores, but causing a scene is still good!"
The three of them climbed the stairs, and upon reaching the mountaintop, Wu De casually grabbed a young Taoist priest sweeping the floor and asked fiercely, "Who is your current temple master?"
"Our temple master is roaming the world and has been out of touch for several months now. Taoist Qingxuan is temporarily acting as the temple master..."
Seeing Wu De’s murderous vibe and hostile expression, the young Taoist priest couldn’t help but feel scared and answered in a tremble.
Wu De said, "So it’s Elder Taoist Qingling’s junior brother, Qingxuan, who has taken over... Good, you take us to find Elder Taoist Qingxuan!"
"Taoist Qingxuan is in seclusion and does not meet anyone..."
Before the young Taoist priest could finish speaking, his head was slapped by Wu De.
"Just lead the way when I tell you to. Who asked for your excuses? Do you believe I can kick you down the mountain?"
The young Taoist priest wanted to argue, but Wu De slapped him again on the head.