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Chapter 293 The Sacred Teachings of the Yellow Court! Revised Again!
Han Tiange took a deep breath and slowly said, "What you just said is correct, the Holy Sect is indeed divided into two branches."

A century ago, the Holy Sect was besieged by the righteous sects and the imperial court. Blackwood Cliff was destroyed, the sect leader and several elders died in battle, and the followers scattered and fled. Some sailed to Southeast Asia, while others went as far as Persia.

"But over the past century, the Southeast Asian lineage has acted in an extreme manner, practicing demonic arts, eating raw flesh and blood, and indiscriminately killing innocent people, which has long deviated from the original intention of the Holy Church. Our Persian lineage, on the other hand, has been hiding our identities and focusing on cultivation, trying to find the lost techniques."

"However, as time went by, our cultivation methods became incomplete, and the strength of several generations of followers progressed slowly. Although we have gained a foothold in Persia, returning to the Central Plains has become extremely difficult."

"The Nanyang Holy Church has repeatedly pressured us, trying to annex us. After several major battles, we have suffered heavy losses. If we do not find a way to deal with this, we will be devoured by those madmen in Nanyang sooner or later."

After listening for a while, Chen Zhan asked, "Then what is the relationship between your Demonic Holy Sect and this Buddha Relic? Isn't the relic a Buddhist treasure? How do you know how to use it?"

Han Tiange laughed upon hearing this.

"Hehe, that old bald monk really dares to speak. If it were a Buddhist treasure, how come Monk Xuankong has had it for so long and still can't refine it?"

"The Buddha Relics were refined from the essence and blood of the old bald monk at the Tongxuan Realm by the first Holy Master of the Holy Sect. There are five in total. Five hundred years ago, the Holy Master founded the Yellow Court Holy Sect, and the Buddha Relics became the sect's most precious treasure. Healing and prolonging life are minor effects. The most important thing is that the relics contain the Holy Sect's highest scriptures, the Yellow Court Scripture and the Primordial Demon Scripture. Of these two scriptures, less than one-tenth has survived the past five hundred years, which is why the Holy Sect is in such a sorry state!"

"But the Holy Lord killed the bald monks too ruthlessly back then. When he was alive, no one dared to provoke our Holy Sect. But after he left, the Buddhist sects formed alliances and attacked the Holy Sect countless times. Over the past five hundred years, the Holy Sect has faced several crises, changed its name several times, and used up three relics in order to survive to this day."

"The only two remaining relics were lost in the fierce battle to eradicate the Holy Sect after the founding of the Ming Dynasty."

At this point in Han Tiange's explanation, Chen Zhan understood.

The five of them belonged to the Persian lineage, which had been largely severed and was gradually declining. They were also being pressured by the Southeast Asian lineage. Now, having heard that the relics of Guangyuan Temple had appeared in the world, they had no choice but to take this risk.

"The Nanyang lineage also wants to seize the relic, doesn't it?" Chen Zhan asked.

"Naturally." Han Tiange sneered, "They cultivate demonic arts, but their foundation is unstable. They urgently need the energy in the relic to stabilize their realm. At the same time, they also want to obtain the 'Primordial Demon Scripture' to unify the Holy Sect."

"How strong are they?"

"Uh...their strength is considerably greater than ours."

Chen Zhan remained silent for a moment, having already made up his mind.

He had no interest in the internal strife within the Demonic Sect, but he was quite interested in the healing effects of the relic and the mysterious demonic arts of the Holy Lord from five hundred years ago.

Moreover, the existence of the Nanyang Holy Sect might become an obstacle to seizing the relics.

Cooperating with Han Tiange and others would not only allow him to leverage their knowledge of relics but also restrain the Nanyang Holy Sect, which would be entirely beneficial to him.

"What are your plans for the next step?" Chen Zhan asked.

Seeing that Chen Zhan was interested, Han Tiange took out a wooden token from his pocket. The token was engraved with the five small characters "Nanling Huanhua School" and had some wear marks deliberately made on the edges, making it look quite old.

"I have a backup plan."

She rubbed the token between her fingers and smiled, "This 'Huanhua Sect' was originally a third-rate sect in Nanling. It was destroyed by the Nanyang Holy Sect three years ago, and few of its disciples survived. I found a surviving servant, found out the details of the sect and the style of its token, and forged this identity. Although the Huanhua Sect is weak, it was once a part of the Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty. According to the rules of Guangyuan Temple, it is just right to send two people into the temple."

She handed the token to Chen Zhan: "Sir, you may come up the mountain with me as disciples of the Huanhua Sect, while Yan Tieshi and the other three will disguise themselves as servants and lie in ambush outside the temple."

"At the conference, all parties will inevitably have their own ulterior motives. Famous sects such as Wudang and Hengshan want to take the relic for themselves, and the Nanyang Holy Sect will certainly disguise itself as another sect to infiltrate the event. Even the Jinyiwei and Dongchang are probably already lurking in the shadows."

"At that time, we won't even need to take action; someone will inevitably start a conflict first, and once chaos breaks out in the temple..."

"I have my men plant gunpowder outside the temple. When the fuse is lit, the explosion will inevitably cause chaos. Xuan Kong and the other two will be overwhelmed trying to maintain order. We should have a good chance of seizing the relic."

Chen Zhan smiled faintly, offering no comment on her words. Her plan, he estimated, had no flaws except for the initial step of infiltrating Guangyuan Temple.

The three major Buddhist sects are not stupid. Since they dared to invite various sects to the mountain, they couldn't have been unprepared.

Moreover, the terrifying aura I sensed earlier within Guangyuan Temple was neither Buddha nor demon, but rather more like that of a wild beast or monster.

Guangyuan Temple has stood for hundreds of years, so it's impossible that it lacks profound cultural heritage.

But he still took the token, and with a light squeeze of his fingertips, the wooden token was surprisingly sturdy. He looked up at Han Tiange and said, "Entering the temple is fine, but forget about the gunpowder. The Embroidered Uniform Guard will arrange a lot of manpower. If your people are discovered, they will die. There's no need for that."

Han Tiange nodded, offering no objection.

There are already very few disciples in this lineage, so it's naturally a good thing that they can avoid making sacrifices.

Chen Zhan put away the token and said decisively, "Two days later, I will go up the mountain with you. But I have one thing to say: after I get the relic, I need to heal my injuries first."

"Of course." Han Tiange breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face.

"Don't worry, sir. As long as we can get the relic, we'll help you heal first."

Chen Zhan nodded slightly, said no more, and with a flicker of his body, he rushed out of the dilapidated temple like a ghost and disappeared into the morning mist, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Meet us outside the gate of Guangyuan Temple at Chenshi (7-9 AM) two days from now. Remember not to reveal your identities."

Watching Chen Zhan's departing figure, Yan Tieshi couldn't help but say, "Left Envoy, this man's origins are unknown. Can we really trust him?"

Does it matter whether you believe it or not?

Han Tiange's smile vanished, his eyes sharpening: "Do we have a choice now? Without him, the five of us alone trying to seize the relic amidst this chaos is simply a pipe dream."

"Moreover, it is true that he needs the relic to heal his injuries. Even among the Holy Church, only the higher-ups know the method to activate the relic. As long as this bargaining chip is in hand, they are still allies."

She paused, then continued, "Two days from now, everyone must be careful. Once we succeed, we must immediately evacuate as planned and head to the designated valley to rendezvous." The other four echoed her words.

Chen Zhan returned to the town at the foot of the mountain, and the next day, seeing the mark left by Shen Tong on the corner of the wall, he went straight to the Thousand Household Office.

Shen Tong was reviewing several cases, all of which involved conflicts between people from the local underworld.

As a half-step garrison commander, he doesn't need to handle ordinary cases himself.

Chen Zhan suddenly appeared in the room. Shen Tong was already used to it and stood up, saying, "My lord, you've arrived."

Chen Zhan nodded: "Yes, what is it?"

Shen Tong walked over and said, "I have already found out what you asked me to do. Guangyuan Temple is connected with the Eastern Depot. This morning, Wei Chao, the head of the Eastern Depot, and Qin Feiying, the second head, entered Guangyuan Temple."

"Didn't Guangyuan Temple notify your Embroidered Uniform Guards?"

"No, we've already inquired with the Southern Garrison Command. Both garrison commanders are down the mountain and haven't received any news. Commander Xu has sent me to lead men up the mountain tomorrow."

"You're leading the team? Where's Pei Qian?"

"Commander Pei will also go, but I will lead the team!"

Chen Zhan looked at Shen Tong and smiled, "Not bad, you can even command Pei Qian now. The people you want to deal with will most likely come too, but be careful. You should know how deep the waters of the Eastern Depot run."

Shen Tong nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, sir. I've endured it for over twenty years. What else can't I endure?"

Chen Zhan left without mentioning the two branches of the Demonic Sect, but he did agree on a secret code with Shen Tong.

After buying some clothes on the street, Chen Zhan returned to the inn.

His appearance is hard to fake, and although he has been acting discreetly lately, quite a few people have recognized him.

Fortunately, after last night, I can change my fate.

Chen Zhan checked his own condition.
[Subject: Chen Zhan]

Age: 30

[World: Ming Dynasty]

[Destiny: Heart and Soul Forging (Green), Vitality Like a Tiger (Blue)]

Lifespan: Over 100 years

[Ability: Qi and Blood Martial Arts! (Severely Injured!)]

[Talents: Devouring Fate, Iron Bones, Self-Healing, Refining Spirit, Burning Blood]

[Luck: 6500 points (can alter destiny)]

Note 1: Without illness, disaster, or calamity, one can live to be over a hundred years old, but the upper limit is difficult to determine! When severely injured, one can exert 50% of their strength!
Note 2: Devouring Fortune and Forging Fate can plunder one's destiny, and one's fate can be altered through fortune!

The internal martial art of Dan Jin has been transformed into a martial art of Qi and Blood, which he can change according to his own will, so there is nothing strange about it.

The remaining amount after crossing the boundary, plus the [Devouring Fortune and Forging Life] from the past two months, mainly contributed to King Yama, providing more fortune value than killing a Nascent Soul expert.

Back in Japan, killing Yamamoto Sai was enough to alter one's fate.

But Chen Zhan had a feeling that it shouldn't be used lightly. If it were used, it wouldn't be enough to cross the boundary, and he would have to be careful with his subsequent plans.

As it turns out, the choice made at the time was correct.

Even if their fate were altered, they would most likely not survive the bombardment of such firearms.

Chen Zhan sat down cross-legged, and with a thought, he began to make changes.

Luck points were rapidly depleted, consuming a full 6000 before the ritual to change fate was brought to its peak.

Chen Zhan sat cross-legged, and the air around him suddenly swirled, forming a visible vortex.

Actually, the reason why I could only exert less than half of my strength before was not because my skills had declined or my blood and qi had collapsed, but because of physical limitations.

His situation is different from anyone else's.

After burning blood, the vital energy was indeed completely consumed, but it took about two months to recover. However, the damage to this body was much more severe than the loss of vital energy.

If it weren't for the two talents of Iron Bones and Self-Healing, this body would have been completely carbonized.

Even now, after two months of recuperation, more than a third of my body is still charred and carbonized, making it difficult for my blood and qi to circulate.

It was as if his power was sealed. His body contained immense power, but his body could not bear it and could not withstand the burst of power.

If a golden chariot were to be used now, capable of suppressing all directions, it would likely shatter into pieces along with its opponent.

Now, changing one's destiny can also improve and repair the body!
(End of this chapter)