The Daoist robe billowed, the fierce wind blowing against their faces.

The closer they got to Chengdu Prefecture, the more shocked the members of the Qingcheng Sect became.

The entire Prefecture City was now shrouded in dense fog.

The thick fog covered the sky, starting from the docks and the slums outside the city, obscuring any view inside.

Rumbling!

Occasionally, the sound of thunder echoed from the thick fog.

The surrounding air turned cold, and the large amount of moisture from the dense fog condensed into snowflakes, tumbling in the fierce wind.

"What exactly has this demon done?"

Mingshanzi's eyelids twitched as he gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.

"Grandmaster, what should we do?"

Ling Yun cupped his fists and inquired of Cheng Jianxin beside him.

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist shook his head and truthfully said, "This, I am seeing for the first time as well, and with my mind now sluggish, you all should decide."

Seeing he refused to give any opinion, Ling Yun sighed, and after consulting with Mingshanzi, he cupped his hands and said again, "Grandmaster, we believe that since that demon could bring the Dragon Palace into Chengdu Prefecture, there must be some arrangement here."

"We have already checked, Divine Skills cannot explore it, and rushing in might fall into a trap. Qingyang Palace is outside Chengdu City; they participated in this as well and may know something."

"Also, I have already sent someone back to the mountain to send a message, asking the Sect Leader to send reinforcements and to contact other comrades."

"Alright, carry it out as you said."

The old Daoist nodded without hesitation upon hearing this.

It seemed that with Cheng Jianxin's approval, Ling Yun's confidence grew instantly, and he and Mingshanzi started arranging things, proceeding in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Cheng Jianxin silently waited on the side.

"Master..."

Looking at the old Daoist's bent figure, Gousheng suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

The first time he saw Cheng Jianxin, he was already in this decrepit state, but from others' mouths, he could imagine the former Sword Immortal's magnificence.

"Why the long face..."

Cheng Jianxin, expression calm, took off the wine gourd from his waist and drank a sip, smiling as he said, "Just like the Yangtze River, where the waves behind drive on those before, my era has long since passed; this world will eventually belong to the young people."

"One day, you will also look at the younger generation taking the helm; wouldn't that also be a joyful thing?"

"By the way, the name Gousheng is quite inelegant; in the pugilistic world, carrying my disciple's name on your shoulders, you can't let people laugh at you..."

Gousheng vaguely sensed something, tears involuntarily rolling down, he solemnly cupped his hands and said, "I request Master to grant me a name!"

Cheng Jianxin gazed at the sky, his eyes murky, not knowing what he was thinking, muttering, "That step is not my wish, hope you have the chance..."

"I shall give you a name... Chang Tianque!"

While they were talking, Mingshanzi and Ling Yun had already made arrangements, one using the Armored Horse to return to Qingcheng for aid, and two others heading to Iron Buddha Temple and Emei.

Things had reached a point where it was no longer the responsibility of Qingcheng alone.

The remaining group took a detour towards the city southwest.

They moved quickly, reaching near Qingyang Palace in no time, but the scene in front of them was unexpected once again.

The dense clouds covering Chengdu Prefecture, at some unknown time, had spread here, but did not expand, as though extending a tendril to also envelop Qingyang Palace within.

Perhaps because the fog was thinner here, one could vaguely see some dim yellow lights inside, along with the strange sound of gongs and drums.

But using Divine Skills to probe, one could sense nothing.

"Go in and take a look, pull a rope..."

Mingshanzi ordered immediately upon seeing this.

"Wait!"

Before the words were finished, Ling Yun suddenly raised his hand.

The Daoist moved his ears, then lay prone on the ground, performing a mantra, leaning closer to listen.

"A large number of troops are approaching."

"Be careful, go and check it out!"

Faced with the unexpected situation, everyone stopped their probing, taking a large diversion to a hill near Qingyang Palace.

But in the distance on the riverway, at some unknown time, there appeared many navy warships, with dense military forces disembarking.

At a glance, there were at least tens of thousands of them.

Even though the distance was far, everyone was a Magician, with some having high Eye Divine Power, who used a mantra to investigate, quickly discerning.

"It's the army from Chongqing Prefecture."

"Quick, warn them not to approach!"

Mingshanzi hurriedly ordered upon hearing this.

He recalled the letter Li Yan sent with the Bamboo Forest Six Leisurely, mentioning that Imperial Censor Wang had already sent masters from the Capital's Trigram Sect to Chongqing Prefecture for aid.

Counting the time, it should be this group.

It's a powerful force, just right to deal with the army controlled by King Shu, they couldn't carelessly enter the city.

However, it was already too late.

By the time they arrived, this army had already entered the dense fog, leaving fewer than a hundred on board for support.

These soldiers, mostly ordinary people, thought this extensive fog was due to weather and had no defense.

Dong dong dong!

Upon hearing the explanation from Mingshanzi and others, the hundred soldiers supporting outside became anxious, ordered to ring gongs, signaling retreat.

The sound of gongs rang, echoing through the fields.

But in the thick fog, there was no response.

It was as if a monster had completely devoured the army.

"Rescue them!"

Mingshanzi ordered without hesitation upon seeing this.

Immediately, a few elite disciples tied thick hemp ropes to their waists, cautiously entering the dense fog.

This was the plan that had been determined earlier.

Bells were tied to the hemp ropes, with different signals for advancing and retreating. If there was trouble inside, they would shake the bell and quickly pull the person out.

After joining with the Chongqing Mansion Guard Station army, another advantage was the long ropes on the ship.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, several Qingcheng disciples entered the dense fog, taking less than ten steps before they completely disappeared within.

At this moment, there were no other options.

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