The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 105 The All-Illuminating Envoy, the Vajra Treasury

"Young master, you are joking. My Red Lotus Sect does not have the concept of a 'Holy Father'."

Miao Yun Niangzi chuckled sweetly, her eyes sparkling like spring water, charming and alluring. Even though she was wearing a wide robe and a heavy veil, she still possessed a captivating and mesmerizing charm.

"However, our religion is open-minded, unrestrained, and allows for anything... The Lord is also broad-minded and humble. With your exceptional talent, young master, the Lord would surely be delighted to meet you and might even call you 'Holy Father'."

Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan sincerely exclaimed, "Your Red Lotus Sect is not just enlightened, it's practically civilized!"

Without waiting for Miaoyun's reply, Hong Yuan picked up his teacup, blew away the steam, and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, then please go back and persuade your master as soon as possible. I can't wait to have thousands or even tens of thousands more adopted sons and daughters, so that I won't have to worry about my old age in the future."

Miao Yun Niangzi's laughter faltered: "Young master, you've misremembered. My name is Honglian..."

Hong Yuan took a sip of tea and waved his hand: "They're about the same."

Before long, Lady Miaoyun left the mansion and, after several turns, entered a quiet and elegant villa in the East Market.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a graceful figure darted out of the courtyard and disappeared from the city in a short while.

The figure moved swiftly and gracefully, like a light silk scroll fluttering in the wind, and quickly traveled more than twenty miles before disappearing into a lush and verdant bamboo forest.

In the center of the bamboo forest, the clear sound of water splashing fills the air as a babbling brook flows past a stone pavilion.

A tall, slender figure stood with his hands behind his back in the pavilion, leisurely watching the fish swimming in the shallow water. He wore a black robe embroidered with gold, and each sleeve was embroidered with a crimson lotus flower, as enchanting as flames.

Miao Yun Niangzi's toes rustled as she landed on the fallen leaves and branches. She looked at the man in black robes and gave a graceful bow: "I never expected that it would be the Venerable Envoy Bian Zhao in person. This servant pays her respects to the Envoy."

“You are a goddess who serves the ‘Great Desire Heaven,’ and your status is no lower than ours. Why be so polite?”

The Red Lotus Sect's All-Illuminating Envoy spoke in a calm tone.

As he spoke, he slowly turned around, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless, icy pool, filled with an unfathomable meaning.

"What did that 'Master of the Divine Prison Gun' have to say?"

Miao Yun Niangzi walked past Bian Zhao Zun Shi, and when she reached the stone steps in front of the pavilion, she took off her shoes and socks, soaked her feet in the stream, hummed a little tune, and splashed water: "Not only did he not agree, but he also made a fool of me."

"As expected."

The Venerable Envoy remained calm and said indifferently, "Judging from this person's conduct, he is not the kind of person who would submit to others."

Lady Miaoyun chuckled, tilted her head back, and looked at Envoy Bianzhao: "This Young Master Hong is not seeking to be subordinate to anyone, but rather to become the 'Holy Father' of my Red Lotus Sect. I have no objection to that. Does Your Excellency agree?"

With a soft laugh, the heavy veil fell from her face, revealing a beautiful face. She looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin and an elegant and refined appearance.

However, when paired with her alluring eyes, there was a slight sense of disharmony, giving one a stunning first impression, but upon closer inspection, a strange sense of unease would arise.

Envoy Bianzhao frowned: "Your ritual was incomplete; the flaws in your Dharma body are too great!"

Miao Yun Niangzi's alluring expression gradually faded, her eyes gleaming. "Due to a moment of carelessness, a few fish escaped. I thought they were just small fry, but who would have thought that in the time it took to doze off, they had already leaped over the dragon gate and become extremely troublesome."

The Venerable Envoy said, "This is too unusual."

"It was precisely because I knew he was unusual that I went to contact him personally."

Miao Yun Niangzi lightly touched her cheek with her fingers, and in an instant, it transformed into the face of another beautiful woman. Her eyes were solemn: "I originally intended to test him with a secret technique, but standing next to that person, I have a feeling that disaster is about to strike. I'm afraid that person's martial arts skills are even greater than I expected."

Wow!

Water splashed down, and Miaoyun Niangzi stopped kicking the water. She said, "Song Yinglong has been suppressed by him time and time again. He has lost his composure and is no longer able to advance or retreat."

"If it were before, Song Yinglong might have had some chance of achieving the [Hundred Poisons Bodhi Gang], but with his current state of mind, even one point would be too much."

The Venerable Envoy of Universal Illumination said indifferently: “Success has its uses, and failure has its purpose. My sect has invested a lot in Song Yinglong, and now we have to pay with ‘Blood Bodhi’ and ‘Resentment Sand’. We can’t do a losing business.”

He waved his hand and said in a slightly deep voice, "These are nothing. Our main task this time is to seize that treasure. Once we get the treasure, not only will your physical body be perfected, but our cultivation will also be elevated. At that time, looking at the vast world, there will be very few who can rival our sect."

"Whether it's Song Yinglong or the Dragon King of Zhenhai, they're nothing more than a speck of dust that can be wiped away with a flick of the wrist."

Miao Yun Niangzi's expression was strange: "Is that treasure really in the Vajra Temple?"

“There’s no mistake, the Venerable One himself confirmed it.” Venerable Envoy Bianzhao nodded: “Not long ago, I don’t know what happened at Vajra Temple, but that treasure started to move. The Venerable One sensed its presence through the sacred object.”

“However, we need to act quickly. The fluctuations of that treasure have gradually become less noticeable recently. In a few more days, even the Master will probably be unable to sense its location. Once it is moved by the Vajra Temple, it will truly be like looking for a needle in a haystack.” Lady Miaoyun pondered, “With just the two of us, we can’t do anything to the Vajra Temple.”

"Such an important event naturally requires more than just the envoy and the goddess; how could this humble monk be absent?"

A loud laugh echoed from within the bamboo grove, followed by a portly monk with a plump face and a large build. He walked over with a string of prayer beads around his neck, which he held in one hand, from which the faint sound of chanting could be heard. As he approached, he bowed with one palm and said, "This humble monk, Baosheng, greets you both."

The newcomer was none other than Dharma King Baosheng, one of the Four Kings of the Red Lotus Sect.

No sooner had the fat monk finished speaking than another cold, stern voice rang out: "And me!"

The wind howled, and fallen leaves swirled in the bamboo forest. Suddenly, a dark figure shot out, a tall, thin man in a black robe with a pale, bloodless face.

Miao Yun Niangzi's eyes flickered and focused on the two of them. She smiled and said, "Dharma King Baosheng and Dharma King Qingjing, you two have never gotten along. It is quite unexpected that you have joined forces this time."

Ratnasambhava narrowed his eyes into slits and laughed as he spoke: "To say we don't get along is a bit of an exaggeration. My fellow disciple Qingjing and I are a monk and a layperson, respectively, and we have no grudges against each other. It's just that we have different beliefs."

"However, if we obtain that Buddhist treasure from the Vajra Temple, my fellow disciple and I can use it to verify what we have learned and see who is right and who is wrong, and who is superior and who is inferior."

The Pure Dharma King snorted coldly and remained silent.

Lady Miaoyun smiled and said, "Since that's the case, we must choose the perfect moment to strike. This matter still needs some planning..."

A few days later.

Tao Mansion, a secluded stone chamber.

"Is that all? Think about it again."

Hong Yuan looked at the Night Wanderer. He had been on guard against Gui Fanlou coming to rescue people, but according to the Night Wanderer, the code name 'Night Wanderer' had automatically been lost when he was captured.

It's as if Gui Fanlou has no such person!

Hong Yuan said he had learned something; no wonder the completion rate of the Ghost Fanlou mission was so high.

You said you captured the "Night Wanderer" of Ghost Fanlou?
Sorry, Ghost Fanlou hereby declares: don't try to scam me. What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to impersonate the codename assassin of this building? Do you think I, Ghost Fanlou 'Night Wanderer', am such a scoundrel?

As for coming to rescue people, that's wishful thinking. Assassins don't care about friendships; a second assassination attempt is more likely.

"There's none left, absolutely none..."

Night Wanderer's eyes were bloodshot and lifeless, and his face was extremely tired. He had been interrogated by Hong Yuan for the past few days, and had not even had a moment to sleep.

If that were all, he could have survived, but his opponent used some unknown method on him, and strands of energy entered his body, like a bone-deep infection, causing him to experience all sorts of sensations, from soreness and numbness to itching and pain.

The Night Wanderer really wanted to say, just ask what you want to ask, there's no need to resort to these tricks.

“That’s all…” Hong Yuan nodded and sighed, “Then you’re useless now.”

"Huh?!" Night Wanderer's eyes widened as he strained to look up and stared at Hong Yuan.

Hong Yuan smiled and said leisurely, "You didn't think that just because you've been acting silly in front of me these past few days, I'd actually consider you some kind of comedic character, did you?"

Hong Yuan shook his head, his tone indifferent: "Or are you still hoping to turn enemies into friends? Or that I, Hong, will forgive you and take you under my command? It just shows that you, an assassin, are not practicing your assassin skills properly and have been reading too many romance novels!"

"The reason I, Hong, survived is not because you showed mercy, but because you were outmatched!"

"And I have a habit: I will never let anyone who lays a hand on me live."

After a short while, Hong Yuan walked out of the stone chamber and instructed the servants waiting outside the door: "Go in and clean it up."

"Yes!"

Just as he returned to the courtyard, someone came to report: "Alliance Leader, more people from the Dragon Soaring Manor have arrived?"

"This is really a death knell for Lao Song. The benefits I'm getting aren't much, but the things I have to do are numerous. Oh well, I'll just have to go now."

Hong Yuan smiled, waved for the servants to leave, and turned his gaze toward Xingqing Prefecture.

"The Jade Gate..."

(End of this chapter)