Xuanxia

Chapter 770 defection
The drinking session lasted until almost dawn.

Fu Qingzhou could no longer count how many new faces he had met, nor did he remember how much alcohol he had drunk.

Most of the people at the table today are senior masters who have already made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. It can even be said that 90% of the most powerful people in the entire martial arts world are gathered here.

They drank the wine as if it were water, and when the banquet was over, the Xuanmeng Square was filled with countless empty wine jars of various sizes, piled up like several small mountains, making people wonder if all the wine in Luoyi had been drunk up.

As for Fu Qingzhou...even though the two skills in his body could easily neutralize the alcohol, he couldn't withstand such drinking. When dawn approached, he couldn't help but stagger.

"Are you okay?"

Half-dizzy, he saw Wu Yan walk up to him and ask calmly.

Fu Qingzhou held his head and responded, "Nothing, but... are we going to meet the remnant of the evil sect now?"

"You decide."

Wu Yan said indifferently.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head.

How many days are left before the Xuanmeng Ceremony? Three days? Five days? I've been a bit confused lately, so I can't remember clearly...

There are still many things to deal with. Lord Lan has come, but King Xishuo has not yet arrived. I have not yet contacted Brother Hua, and I wonder how Brother Hua is doing... By the way, almost all the people participating in the ceremony have arrived, and there may be a spy among them. I have to find a chance to leak some news about Qingjiangzi to see if there will be any traitors who want to kill Qingjiangzi to silence him...

"There are too many things to do, and I can't do it slowly."

He said helplessly: "Let's go and meet the person you brought."

Wu Yan nodded.

Zhu Mei had already eaten and drunk her fill and left very satisfied. She was just an ordinary person and needed to sleep after eating, so she had already checked into the guest room arranged by the Xuanmeng disciples.

At this time, only Wu Yan and Fu Qingzhou, led by the secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, headed towards the Luoyi government office.

Yes...it's the government office again. After all, Xuanmeng doesn't have its own private prison.

The person being imprisoned must be imprisoned in the government jail.

After entering the prison, the smell of alcohol on Fu Qingzhou's body dissipated a lot after being overwhelmed by the fishy and bloody smell in the prison.

Soon, he saw Chu Xianghong who was imprisoned in the deepest part.

She was covered in dust and wounds, her prison uniform was stained with blood, and she was huddled in a corner with a dejected look on her face.

Seeing this, Fu Qingzhou frowned and said, "How long has it been since he was locked up? Are you already being tortured?"

"My lord, I dare not!"

The jailer at the side said hurriedly: "When she brought it here, it was..."

"It's me." Wu Yan said calmly, "She is very dangerous. I deliberately hurt her like this so that she can't escape."

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

OK, as expected of Wu Yan, simple and direct.

At this time, Chu Xianghong also heard them talking and slowly opened her eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

She looked extremely embarrassed, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, without showing any sign of fatigue.

"Fu Qingzhou?"

Chu Xianghong said hoarsely, looking at Wu Yan: "You really brought him here."

"She has always wanted to see you." Wu Yan said calmly: "She is very strange, always saying that the lord will win and that you will die, but on the other hand, she also said that if you are strong enough, she will surrender to you."

Fu Qingzhou smiled gently.

Wu Yan didn’t quite understand this…it was just a little language trick used by the woman in front of him.

"It's okay, leave it to me."

He smiled at Wu Yan.

On this side, the jailer had already opened the cell door.

Fu Qingzhou walked in leisurely. The jailer had already placed a stool very considerately. He sat on it with a sword and a golden horse, looking at Chu Xianghong coldly.

But he did not say anything directly. Instead, he turned to the jailer and the emissary beside him and said, "All of you go out. Also, transfer all the prisoners nearby. Don't let anyone know what we said."

"Yes."

The emissary responded in a deep voice and withdrew with the jailer.

Soon, all the surrounding cell doors were opened, and the prisoners were taken away one by one. Not long after, the emissary's voice came from the corridor of the cell: "Master Fu, you can talk now."

"Ah."

After Fu Qingzhou responded, he turned his gaze back to Chu Xianghong.

"hehe."

Chu Xianghong laughed in a cool manner: "You are too confident - you sent everyone away because you thought you could get confidential information from me? Unfortunately, my mouth is very tight and you can't get anything out of me." Fu Qingzhou smiled disdainfully.

Then, he said leisurely: "Do you often worship the tablet on the third floor of the small building?"

Chu Xianghong's pupils condensed!
The carefree and relaxed look on her face disappeared, and she sat up straight with injuries all over her body: "How do you know!"

Fu Qingzhou tilted his head and said with a curled mouth: "Maybe he taught you... the Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Art?"

Just two short sentences shattered Chu Xianghong.

She took a deep breath, her eyes full of disbelief: "How is it possible? There is no way you would know!"

"Don't be so absolute."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Actually, I know one more thing."

Chu Xianghong's pupils contracted.

"The Styx Nine Transformations Divine Art was brought to our first... lord by your Demon Cult."

He deliberately pretended to have let slip half of the word "late emperor", and sure enough, Chu Xianghong was so shocked that her breathing stopped.

But soon, she no longer had time to be shocked by this. Fu Qingzhou's next words really made her feel like she was struck by thunder from a clear sky!

"Your demon sect wanted to revive the sect, and for the sake of the Murong family's 'ancient heritage', you killed their entire family."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and said, "But maybe your elders couldn't understand that thing, or maybe they thought it was too weird and didn't dare to practice it themselves, so they went to find the lord. I never thought that he, a man who should have died, actually saved his soul."

"Do I need to tell you what happens next?"

He laughed and said, "You don't really think that you have many secrets from me, do you?"

This matter was, of course, his speculation - starting from Murong Xuan's words that her Senluo Ghost Claw also came from the Murong family's "ancient heritage".

That eerie ghostly aura and that half-corpse body, if it were before, Fu Qingzhou might not be able to see any clues.

But now, the information he knew was enough to make speculations.

The Murong family is from the Northern Desert, which is close to the location of the Styx Valley. The family inheritance is clearly related to ghost cultivation, so it is hard to think about it that way. In addition, the time when the Murong family was exterminated is almost the same as the time when the late emperor passed away. Judging from the time, it is very likely that the remnants of the Demon Cult obtained the inheritance and somehow handed it to the late emperor.

Therefore, Fu Qingzhou used the known information, deceived Chu Xianghong a little, and then made his own guess based on her reaction. In this way, he almost deduced the truth.

Sure enough, Chu Xianghong was shocked by him.

"You...what the hell..."

She widened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it Qingjiangzi? Impossible, Qingjiangzi can't know so many things..."

"Ah."

Fu Qingzhou grinned: "Don't be shocked yet, I just want to ask you one thing, you are still willing to follow that lord, do you also want to obtain the Styx Nine Transformations Divine Art?"

“…Yes.” Chu Xianghong took a deep breath and sighed, “Back then, my elders obtained the Styx Nine Transformations Divine Art, but they couldn’t practice it no matter how hard they tried. They could only practice some bits and pieces of the inheritance…”

"But now, the lord has tried it himself, and this technique can really keep people immortal. He even said that if one has a suitable body, one can be reborn. This technique is rare in the world, who would not be interested in it? If he can master it, there must be something special about it. If he can teach me, of course I want to learn it!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

He glanced at Wu Yan beside him.

Wu Yan still had that indifferent look as if he wouldn't even cry out even if scalded by boiling water, but there was still a hint of admiration in his eyes.

After all, he had not been able to get any information about Chu Xianghong along the way, and Fu Qingzhou broke down her defenses with just a few words.

"The Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Art is not that mysterious."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Since your elders have studied it, why don't you try... Can you understand it?"

After saying that, he stretched out his right palm towards Chu Xianghong and opened it slightly.

The curse mark on the palm of the hand was black and twisted in a strange way.

Chu Xianghong's pupils shrank: "Soul sending!"

Soul hosting?

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly. She could actually understand it!
Interesting... It seems that Chu Xianghong cannot be killed at the moment.

"good."

He still had a smile on his face and took back his hand: "How about it, do you think I am more reliable than your lord? Help me with things, and I can give you what you want."

Chu Xianghong bit her lip.

Then, she struggled to get up and knelt down in front of Fu Qingzhou with difficulty!

"My humble daughter Chu Xianghong..."

She said in a hoarse voice: "I am willing to serve Master Fu as a dog and a horse!"

(End of this chapter)