A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 291 Fan Hanzhou's Problem
After some dodging in the open space, the dwarf returned to Ge Qingchuan again. He had a piece of kraft paper in his hand, and he respectfully handed another piece of kraft paper to Ge Qingchuan.

Ge Qingchuan took the kraft paper, took a glance at it, then raised his eyes to look at the people in the open space. He saw that some of the people who had received the kraft paper had begun whispering.

Yu Lieting was standing at the other edge of the open space, looking at the brown paper in his hand with flickering eyes.

On the kraft paper was a full-body ink portrait of a young man with a fake smile. Next to the portrait were some notes about his stature, and below the portrait were various other detailed information. Yu Lieting spotted the most important ones at a glance: Zhu Qunxiang; the sect's envoy; the first level of the true Qi realm.

Yu Lieting understood that this was the target he wanted to kill this time. The first level of the True Qi Realm was not weak!

Ge Qingchuan's clear voice sounded at this time.

"What you have in your hands is the detailed information of the targets you need to kill in this operation. This information was obtained by Qingchuan through multiple channels, so that we can anticipate the enemy and kill accurately without letting anyone escape!"

One source of this information is Xu Dongyang, the priest of the City God Temple in Xiangu County.

Although Ruan Fengshan had been completely undercover in the bloodbath case years ago, Ge Qingchuan learned that Xu Dongyang was not exposed in this major case.

Therefore, Ge Qingchuan boldly used Xu Dongyang. After all, Xu Dongyang was a native of Xiangu County and could attend the selection meeting in person and get a lot of first-hand fresh materials.

Although there were many spies in Xiangu County, using Xu Dongyang would risk alerting the enemy. After all, Xiangu County had just had a bloody case, and who could guarantee that Xu Dongyang had not been targeted by spies from all sides? However, for the first-hand information, Ge Qingchuan thought that the risk was worth taking.

Sure enough, it has now been proven that Ge Qingchuan's judgment was very wise.

During the three-day selection meeting, Xu Dongyang would use a carrier pigeon to send a secret letter to the hall every night, a total of three letters. These three secret letters accounted for nearly one-third of the information she finally compiled and integrated. Moreover, many clues came from these secret letters. After she got the clues, she used other means and channels to dig out more information.

This branch of the Filthy Blood Cult in Yuanyang Prefecture was founded by Ge Qinglei, and has been operating there for more than ten years. They have hidden agents lurking in many places, even in the Yuanyang Prefecture government office.

"Now, Qingchuan will tell you the specific plan of this operation." Ge Qingchuan's voice rang out, and the whispering sounds in the open space immediately subsided.

"We have buried black gunpowder at several locations on the official road facing this dense forest. The explosion zone is approximately three meters wide! Moreover, we have mixed a large amount of strong poison powder into the black gunpowder!"

"But these are just auxiliary means. The poison powder is almost useless to the strong in the True Qi Realm! Even for the warriors in the Inner Breath Realm, as long as they hold their breath in time, these poison powders that are blown away by the wind will have no lethality!"

"But black powder and poison powder can blow up the carriage, poison the horses, and scatter the people they originally gathered everywhere!"

"When the time comes, all you need to do is lie in ambush on both sides of the official road, aim at your respective targets, and strike when the opportunity arises!"

"We must wipe them out in one fell swoop! No one should be left alive!"

Although Ge Qingchuan was a woman, her words were decisive and murderous.

After hearing Ge Qingchuan's words, everyone present had different expressions.

The greasy-haired beggar was looking at the brown paper in his hand and laughing. The man next to him frowned and leaned over to look at the brown paper in the beggar's hand. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, he suddenly felt a little sour.

On the kraft paper in the beggar's hand was a picture of a bright-eyed girl with a charming smile, while the one in his hand was a picture of a short and fat man.

At this moment, Ge Qingchuan's voice sounded again. "If you have any questions about this operation, please feel free to ask. Qingchuan will answer them all!"

The man immediately pointed at the beggar beside him and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why is my opponent a short fat man, but this guy's opponent can be a bright and beautiful girl?!"

Hearing this, Ge Qingchuan said with a smile, "Mr. Dong, this is a battle on the battlefield, not a reward based on merit! Qingchuan is arranging opponents for you to deploy troops! Who your opponent is, I don't look at his appearance, but his martial arts realm! Mr. Dong, you are at the realm of subtlety, and Qingchuan arranges an opponent for you at the realm of great success, and the girl in his hand is at the realm of small success. If he arranges the girl in his hand to Mr. Dong, and uses subtlety to fight against small success, wouldn't that be a waste of combat power?"

Upon hearing this, the official took another look at the brown paper in the beggar's hand and saw the message below the portrait of the slender girl: Xia Shuangshuang, at the minor success stage of the Inner Breathing Realm, weapon is the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear.

Mr. Dong immediately let it go, and looked at the beggar with contempt. Ge Qingchuan only arranged for him to deal with a person at the Small Success Realm, which showed that this person's realm was not that high!
Seeing that the official had returned to normal, Ge Qingchuan continued, "Don't worry about the small profits in front of you. As long as this operation can be successfully completed, the hall master has already said that he will reward you with the next level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art!"

As soon as Ge Qingchuan said this, the crowd was immediately moved. "The next level of skills?"

How miraculous is the Divine Art of Blood? The reason why most of the people present joined the Divine Art of Blood was because they were bewitched by the Divine Art of Blood!
Teaching the next level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art is almost the highest level of reward in the Filthy Blood Sect!
Many people in the field couldn't hide their greedy eyes...

Ge Qingchuan looked at those greedy eyes that were bewitched, and a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his breath. "Everyone, do you have any questions?"

Ge Qingchuan's gaze swept across the crowd and lingered briefly on Fan Hanzhou and the Blood Monk Wuxiang.

Because these two people are undoubtedly the most important in this operation.

Needless to say, Fan Hanzhou's mastery of the Zhelong skill goes a long way.

Among the sect's envoys this time, two were at the second level of the True Qi Realm. The Blood Monk Wuxiang had to deal with one of them, and she would deal with the other one herself.

The Blood Monk had no face and looked ordinary. He was only wearing a dusty dark red monk's robe. He sat cross-legged without saying a word. He was pale, thin, and had dry and chapped lips. It seemed that he had not had any water for a long time.

But Ge Qingchuan knew the Blood Monk very well. The dark red, old monk's robe he was wearing was stained with human blood.

That night several years ago, when he had just joined the Filthy Blood Cult for half a month, he slaughtered an entire manor and raped more than a dozen girls...

Overnight, the monks' robes were stained with blood, and the ground was covered with dried corpses...

In the early morning, he achieved the first level of the Divine Art of Filthy Blood.

As Ge Qingchuan's eyes swept over the Blood Monk Wuxiang, Fan Hanzhou suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Qingchuan, I have a question that I feel uncomfortable holding in my heart."

Ge Qingchuan smiled and said, "Mr. Han Zhou, please speak."

Fan Hanzhou fixed his eyes on Ge Qingchuan and asked almost word by word, "Miss Qingchuan, are you a virgin?"

After Fan Hanzhou said this, there was a dead silence at first, and then a faint low laugh was heard.

Ge Qingchuan's smile froze on her face, and her cheeks were unconsciously flushed with blush, making her feel extremely shy.

The blood monk Wuxiang, who had been sitting there, looked at Ge Qingchuan with interest. It was obvious that he was also very interested in this question.

Fan Hanzhou's words were not just an insult. Moreover, in the Filthy Blood Sect, asking someone if they were a virgin had another layer of taboo.

The method of practicing the Divine Art of Filthy Blood is to use a virgin as a cauldron, absorb the virgin's blood, practice blood, and improve the power.

When Fan Hanzhou asked Ge Qingchuan if she was a virgin, he was planning to use her as a cauldron. If both parties were willing, there was no need to kill anyone when practicing with the blood of a virgin.

This is almost the fate of the women in the Filthy Blood Cult; committing themselves to a man is their way of survival.

"What did you say?!" The dwarf next to Ge Qingchuan was furious and was about to take action.

"Xiao Tang!" Ge Qingchuan shouted. The blush on her face had faded. She smiled at everyone as usual and said, "Mr. Han Zhou, are you kidding me? Don't be so shocked. It's like we, the Ge family, can't even take a joke."

The dwarf glared at Fan Hanzhou and retreated to Ge Qingchuan's side.

Everyone present could see the change in Ge Qingchuan's expression.

In just a moment, less than a breath, her face was back to normal and she was smiling.

She was the only daughter of Ge Qinglei, the leader of the Yuanyang Branch of the Filthy Blood Cult. With such a status, she could endure such a great humiliation and remain unmoved. Everyone present was somewhat impressed, and even Fan Hanzhou looked a little embarrassed at this moment.

"Since you have no questions, you can hide and wait! This battle still depends on your contributions!" Ge Qingchuan clasped his fists and said with a heroic look.

"My words just now were rude and offensive. Miss Qingchuan, you can rest assured that I will kill the person who comes in this battle!"

As soon as Fan Hanzhou finished speaking, a cloud of dust suddenly rose up from the spot, and then burrowed into the ground again and disappeared.

The rest of the people also clasped their fists and dispersed. Their figures flashed, and after a few breaths, the open space was empty.

Ge Qingchuan looked at the dwarf beside him and asked, "Xiao Tang, have the black gunpowder and poison powder been buried?"

The dwarf said, "They have all been buried. Ah Guo is watching!"

Ge Qingchuan nodded and said, "Then you should also go into hiding and prepare for battle."

"Yes." The dwarf flashed and retreated out of the dense forest.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ge Qingchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. This operation was of great importance, and one could imagine the pressure in her heart.

Ge Qingchuan pursed his lips and looked at the brown paper in his hand. On it was written: Fan Yuanhai, sect’s envoy, second level of True Qi realm, weapon: fine steel fan.

This was the opponent she chose for herself. He was one of the two envoys from the sect who were at the second level of the Qi realm. She sent one to the Blood Monk Wuxiang and kept the other for herself.

She was also at the second level of the True Qi Realm. Although they were fighting at the same level, Ge Qingchuan had no intention of doing so. Not only was she confident in her own fighting ability, she was also very confident in her deployment of troops for this battle.

Ge Qingchuan's figure flashed and turned into a shadow, disappearing from the edge of the dense forest.

In the bright spring countryside, four majestic carriages were moving slowly and steadily on the undulating official road.

Duan Rong and the other seven newly promoted registered disciples were sitting in the second carriage.

When they just left the city, Xia Shuangshuang's face was full of worry and anger. She glared at Ximen Kankan, wishing she could draw her gun and shoot him off the car. But now several hours have passed. Xia Shuangshuang had already ignored Ximen Kankan and started chatting with Shen Mizhi beside her. The two of them have been playmates for many years, and they have endless topics to talk about when they get together, not to mention that the journey is boring.

Ximen Kankan was affected by the farce before leaving and was a little reserved at first, but later when he saw that Xia Shuangshuang no longer glared at him from time to time, he slowly regained his composure.

He first talked to Duan Rong, but Duan Rong ignored him, so he started chatting with Jiang Qingyu.

Duan Rong sat next to the car door, occasionally lifting the curtain and looking outside.

Xiao Yu's eyes swept across Duan Rong's frown. She had already noticed that Duan Rong had a worried look on his face since he got in the car.

Duan Rong's mind was in turmoil all the way. When he got on the car, he saw Fan Yuanhai leave the city gate and go upstream.

As he sat in the car, he remembered that Fan Yuanhai seemed to have talked to Qin Shuban before he left. What did they talk about? Why did Fan Yuanhai turn back? And why didn't he come back even now?
These questions lingered in Duan Rong's mind. He was worried that Fan Yuanhai's departure was related to Xie Daohan's death. Duan Rong knew that the two had some friendship because they jointly investigated the case of Xie Lei and Xu Ruhu.

In the first of the four carriages sat the sect's envoy.

Fan Yuanhai is not here.

Lu Qingzhu and A Mo sat in the corner, not saying a word.

Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng and Wang Shanshan were chatting one after another all the way.

Zhu Qunxiang suddenly opened the car window curtains, stuck his head out to look at the sun outside, and estimated that it was already 3 p.m.

Zhu Qunxiang drew her head back and complained, "What's wrong with Fan Yuanhai? Why hasn't he caught up yet?"

Lu Qingfeng chuckled and said, "I'm afraid she's staying with Lianying and can't bear to leave! When Lianying, that little devil's waist, twists, it's really alluring!"

As Lu Qingfeng spoke, he twisted his waist in the carriage, making Zhu Qunxiang and Wang Shanshan laugh.

When Ah Mo saw them talking about this topic in front of Lu Qingzhu, he clenched his big hands until they made a creaking sound and looked at Lu Qingfeng with an unfriendly look.

Lu Qingfeng noticed Ah Mo's look, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he stopped moving...

At this moment, thunder suddenly sounded from the front and back of the carriage, and the whole carriage suddenly tilted. The next moment, the bottom of the carriage exploded, and black smoke and poisonous powder poured in...

Ah Mo has an unusual sense of smell, and she immediately screamed, "Miss, it's poisonous!"

At the same time as Ah Mo's voice sounded, another explosion sounded, and the entire carriage was instantly blown into pieces. Several figures flashed out from the thick smoke and poisonous fog, and flew towards the fields on both sides of the official road...

(End of this chapter)