The Ten Thousand Soul Banner told you that in the memories of these Martial Kings, there were only strings of commands, with absolutely no concrete images.
"It's literally like a pile of code."
"What kind of horse is a code?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained. Can you tell who they received these commands from?"
"There's only the title 'Blood Moon.' It seems to be the origin of the organization's name."
While you were dealing with the Martial Kings, Zhenpin had already cleaned up the inside and outside of the Tang Manor.
Although this was suspected to be the Blood Moon headquarters, its resistance was extremely weak, lacking any formations or defensive layouts.
The most effective combat force was the five Martial Kings who had just tried to flee.
The rest were not worth mentioning; none were a match for Zhenpin.
Chanting "Amitabha," Zhenpin used his hands like blades to knock out all who resisted. He then summoned a Buddhist bell-shaped spiritual artifact, enlarged it, and trapped them all inside.
"Clang—"
Holding a wooden striker, Zhenpin struck the Buddhist bell. The crisp, ethereal chime immediately echoed throughout Fanji City.
If it sounded this loud to you outside the bell, one could only imagine what it was like for those inside.
"Ah!!! Have mercy, Master! Please stop ringing the bell!!"
Zhenpin pressed his palms together.
"Monks are compassionate at heart. This poor monk does not wish to harm you either. As long as you tell the truth, I will not make things difficult for you."
"We'll talk! We'll talk!"
"Are you people members of the Blood Moon organization? Is this a Blood Moon stronghold?"
"Yes! Yes! This is the main headquarters of Blood Moon!"
"Who is your leader? Where is he now?"
"Everyone in the organization is only responsible to their direct superior. I only know who my superior is... It's the guy next to me, using the fake name Tang Hao!"
"Then Tang Hao, who is your superior?"
"Tang Songran!"
"Then Tang Songran, who is your superior?"
"Tang..."
Zhenpin was quite patient, asking them one by one.
The names these people gave were actually just codenames.
They disguised themselves as the local Tang family, but in reality, they were not related by blood at all, and the names they used were all fake.
Finally, Zhenpin found out that the highest-ranking person here was named Tang Wu. He was not currently inside the bell, but in a waterside pavilion within the bamboo forest outside the city.
"Holy Son, everything has been found out."
You said with a smile.
"Old monk, you've got quite the methods now."
"It is all for the common people of the world... Holy Son, how should we deal with these people?"
"Kill them."
You flicked your sleeve and walked away. Behind you, a violent toll of the bell rang out.
A moment later, you and Zhenpin arrived at the bamboo forest outside the city. With a sweep of your divine sense, you found the picturesque waterside bamboo cabin deep in the woods.
Inside the cabin, there was one man and ten women engaging in some very intimate activities.
Zhenpin's divine sense also saw this. His expression changed on the spot, and he quickly retracted his divine sense.
"Sinful, sinful. See no evil, hear no evil."
You teased him.
"Good grief, I didn't even hear anything, but you did. You're paying more attention than I am!"
Zhenpin's old face flushed red.
"However, Holy Son, please be careful. This man is very likely the mastermind behind the Blood Moon organization. He only appears to be at the Golden Body Realm, but he has definitely hidden his true cultivation."
"Rest assured, I will strike with full force so he won't have the slightest chance to fight back or escape!"
Zhenpin looked extremely nervous, his attention highly concentrated.
You had no doubt that if this Tang Wu turned out to be a ruthless character you couldn't handle, Zhenpin would take the blow for you and cover your retreat.
Stepping on bamboo leaves, you turned into a streak of starlight and charged over with the momentum of thunder. Before you even arrived, your vast, ocean-like aura had already shattered the bamboo cabin where Tang Wu was, turning it into countless flying fragments.
Tang Wu and his ten favored concubines were instantly exposed completely naked to the open air.
"Ah!!!"
The women screamed.
You directly transformed into your three-headed, six-armed form!
One arm swung the Qilin Arm, unleashing the Burning Cloud Hand. A massive flaming palm appeared out of thin air and grabbed Tang Wu.
Another pair of arms drew a bow to the full, aiming the arrow of the immortal artifact, Nine Crows Divine Bow, right at Tang Wu's vitals.
"Spare my life, great hero! I surrender, I surrender! I won't resist, I won't resist! Please don't kill me! I'm begging you, boohoo..."
Your offensive ground to a halt.
Because you noticed that this guy was not only crying snot and tears, trembling all over in fear, but he had actually wet himself!
"Are you Tang Wu?"
"Yes, yes, yes, but that's a fake name. My real name is Li Erniu! I've never killed anyone! At most, I just played around with some women and ate some delicacies. Great hero! My crimes do not warrant death!"
The grand mastermind behind the Human Realm's number one assassin organization was such a wimp?
You had a bad premonition.
You killed Tang Wu with a single palm strike, then used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to capture his soul, instantly reforming it.
Then came the classic rapid-fire Q&A session.
"Name?"
"Li Erniu."
"Ancestral home?"
"Lancao County, Niaoming Commandery, Yong Province, Great Qian."
"Are you the mastermind behind the Blood Moon organization?"
"Kind of, but fundamentally no."
"Explain clearly."
"The Blood Moon organization is real, but no one knows the true identities of its higher-ups. In the daily activities of the Blood Moon organization, I do have a lot of power. No matter what request I make, those high-and-mighty Martial Kings will satisfy it. But fundamentally, I am just a puppet, bearing the title of Blood Moon's leader. Where those assassination missions come from, who to assign them to, who to promote, who to demote—I'm just reading from a script. Someone sends me orders. But I don't know who that person is either. Every time, a giant eagle delivers the secret letters..."
A giant eagle?
It was also an eagle that snatched away eldest brother and second sister. Is there a connection?
"Why did Blood Moon choose you to be the fake leader?"
"I don't know either."
"Since when did this start?"
"About twenty-something years ago. Back then, it wasn't me, it was my father. Later, someone found out he was the 'leader' and killed him. After that, it became me."
You didn't even have the energy to complain anymore; this thing was actually hereditary.
You read another layer of meaning from Tang Wu's, or rather Li Erniu's, words.
"Over thirty years ago..."
That point in time was exactly when you became the Holy Son, gained greater power and resources, and began a large-scale, in-depth investigation into Blood Moon.
"Holy Son, have you discovered anything?"
"What I discovered is that Blood Moon wants me to find him."
"What does that mean?"
"Blood Moon knows I am investigating them, so they deliberately arranged a leader for me to kill. If I'm not satisfied with killing one, they arrange another. As for their purpose... Either it's to make me think the leader has been eliminated so I stop investigating.
Or perhaps they are simply toying with me, flaunting their power—if they want me to uncover something, I will; if they don't, I will naturally find absolutely nothing.
The ultimate goal remains the same: to force me to drop the investigation." ]
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