Myriad Immortals

Looking for demon bones?

"The Black Cult!"

Zhong Xuan listened silently, his heart tightening.

The Sand Gang isn't looking for some black stone; they're clearly searching for the Great Demon Bone for the Black Witch Cult.

He had already lost the item, and it should have been recovered by the Sand Gang.

But the Black Witch Cult is still searching, and it's likely that their target isn't just the Black Stone, but something else entirely.

"What exactly are they looking for?"

Just as Zhong Xuan was deep in thought, Old Wu began talking to himself.

"It's strange, but the Sand Gang not only inquired about us in Xiahe Village, but also in the city."

Zhong Xuan nodded in agreement: "It is indeed strange."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is good news for him.

The Black Witch Cult must have some means to detect that the demonic energy in the Great Demon Bone had been almost completely absorbed by him, but they still couldn't lock onto him, so they chose to cast a wide net to search for him.

Baisha County has a population of at least several hundred thousand, so even if all the Shabang gangs came out, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, the Sand Gang in the city is not without rivals; at least the Martial Arts Association and the Purple Gold Hall would certainly be happy to thwart what the Sand Gang wants to do.

There should be no immediate concern.

Zhong Xuan pondered: "There should only be two or three households in Xiahe Village who know about Black Stone. As long as we find a way to take these people out of Xiahe Village, the clues will be completely cut off. Even if there really is a fat man surnamed Di in the Sand Gang, there will be no way to find out about him again."

In the past, it would have been quite difficult for Zhong Xuan to handle this matter.

But now that he's an elder, things are much easier for him.

I've made up my mind.

Zhong Xuan then personally went to the Xu family.

"Uncle Chung, what's up?"

When Xu Tuo saw Zhong Xuan arrive, he asked with a smile.

Zhong Xuan: "Nephew, I have a favor to ask you to do."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tuo immediately patted his chest and said, "Uncle Zhong, just say the word. As long as it can be done, I will definitely do it."

His father, Xu Tian, ​​had given him instructions long ago.

He should take Zhong Xuan seriously.

Although Xu Tian was a village elder, he was not the village head, so the relationship between his branch and Xu Mao's branch, though seemingly close, was actually quite subtle.

If it could make Zhong Xuan favor their family more if a fratricidal conflict were to occur someday in the future, Xu Tuo would do anything for it.

After all, there are only a few people who can control the direction of Xiahe Village, and Zhong Xuan must be among them.

Zhong Xuan: "I plan to open a private school in Xiahe Village, but my old house is not enough space, so I'm thinking of buying a few houses to prepare."

"Private study?"

"This is fantastic news!"

Xu Tuo's eyes lit up.

The term "private school" refers to a martial arts academy for those who passed the military examination and a private school for those who passed the civil examination.

If Zhong Xuan wants to run a private school, it will most likely be a private academy.

Generally speaking, those who can run private schools must be well-known martial artists or scholars.

Zhong Xuan was a student of the Imperial Academy, which was sufficient for his status.

Most of those who have gained a good reputation choose to set up their businesses in the city, or at least in the suburbs.

I've also occasionally heard of people who, after completing their studies, set up schools in the village out of old friendships. When this happens, it's a great thing that benefits the local community.

If Zhong Xuan had run a private school in the village, at least the children of Xiahe Village wouldn't have had to travel to the city to live with relatives, and they would have saved a lot of money on travel and lodging expenses.

Those children who were originally struggling financially and couldn't afford to go to the county to study now had hope.

Xu Tuo had heard that a village in a neighboring county had set up a private school, and he was very envious. He never expected that such a good thing would one day fall on Xiahe Village.

"Uncle Chung, just tell me what you need. Whichever place you like, we'll book it."

"Any fool who dares to stop me, I, Xu Tuo, will be the first to beat them so badly they won't even recognize their own parents."

Xu Tuo almost raised two fingers to swear an oath.

Although he was neither the village chief nor the village elder, he was practically number one in Jia Shou Village because of his status as Xu Tian's eldest son, and he believed he had the ability to accomplish it.

Zhong Xuan laughed heartily: "Then I'll have to trouble you, my dear nephew."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

Zhong Xuan immediately ordered Xu Tuo to bring paper and a pen.

He wrote down four or five names in one go.

Among them were the names of the parents of the children who were playing with the black stone that day.

Xu Tuo had no doubts whatsoever and immediately took the note and went out excitedly.

After finishing his business, Zhong Xuan returned to the Zhong family's old residence.

The Sand Gang is searching for the Black Witch Cult. If they were to take direct action to eliminate them now, it would only draw the Sand Gang's attention to Xiahe Village.

The best way to cover something up is to create something else to muddy the waters.

So Zhong Xuan used the pretext of running a private school to quietly move those families out of Xiahe Village.

Then, with just a little manipulation and a bit of money, these people could be sent out of Baisha County.

Unknowingly.

Unless the Sha Gang truly has connections to the highest levels, there is absolutely no way they could find out.

As for running a private school, it wasn't entirely because of the Black Witch Cult.

Since one has become a village elder, one must have corresponding achievements to ensure the position is secure. Moreover, if one can pass the imperial examination in the future, it will be counted as an achievement, giving one an advantage when choosing an official position.

Unlike some young people who look up to higher places.

Zhong Xuan had long witnessed too much misery beneath the surface of prosperity.

It's better to be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond.

He was respected in Xiahe Village and earned dozens of taels of silver a month, but if he went to the city, even a martial arts master could not necessarily live such a comfortable life.

It would be quite good to operate steadily while staying in the village.

......

......

Langzi Bay.

Young gang leader Shi Yuanbai arrived at the Dragon King statue, where a man in black robes stood before him.

"Brother Mo."

The man in black robes slowly raised his head, revealing half of his face; he was none other than Mosha, one of the disciples of the Blackwater Great Shaman.

"Have you found that person?"

Mo Sha immediately pressed Shi Yuanbai for answers as soon as he saw him.

When he last saw Da Zhu, he was fully prepared to be punished, since although he had found the Witch Immortal Bone, he had delayed for a whole month.

Da Zhu has never been a good-tempered person.

But to Mo Sha's surprise, the Great Master did not punish him, but only asked him to figure out all the connections of the Witch Immortal Bone during this period.

Having narrowly escaped death, Mosa naturally took the matter very seriously.

Shi Yuanbai chuckled: "More than a hundred of my Sha Gang members have already gone out to fight, but this is like finding a needle in a haystack, and it can't be rushed. Brother Mo, you still need to be more patient."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Mosa's eyes.

If he weren't currently in need of the Sand Gang's help, and if this man surnamed Shi weren't so powerful, he would have already turned against them.

Shi Yuanbai didn't intend to say anything more about finding clues, and instead stared at the Dragon King statue: "Brother Mo, has the Dragon King eaten his fill?"

The Sand Gang recently picked up living people precisely to offer as sacrifices to the Dragon King.

To be precise, she was a sorcerer, one of the twelve supreme beings of the Black Witch Cult.

It is said that one can obtain great fortune.

The Sand Gang and the Black Witch Cult have been preparing for this for many years.

Mosa has been one of the attendants who have been in charge of the rituals for many years.

Mosa turned to look at the Dragon King statue, recalling the miracle of the shaman's appearance on that rainy night a few months ago.

A slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Soon..."