Song Haocang just took advantage of the sect and accidentally caught a core member of the Holy Fire Cult, and then tortured him out of the news.

After Shi Renjie's death, the remaining monks of the Holy Fire Cult will only hide deeper. How can there be any clues so easily discovered?

We cannot say that all the relevant news currently circulating in the public is false, we can only say that it is basically false.

"How about it, fellow Taoist, are you also interested in the secret realm of the Holy Fire Sect?!"

"I have first-hand information here. I only need thirty spiritual stones and I will sell them all to fellow Taoists."

"I guarantee with my life that this is absolutely genuine first-hand information. Only fellow Taoists can get it, and they will definitely stand out from thousands of monks and seize the opportunity."

In a soundproof shield not far away, an old casual cultivator said mysteriously.

Where there is demand, there will be a market. Less than seven days have passed since the public execution, and speculators appear from time to time to sell "information" to people in need.

"Talent."

Liu Yu listened carefully for a while, shook her head slightly and laughed dumbly.

It is made up as if it is true. There are very few flaws in the beginning and end. Only by checking the information can we verify the authenticity.

But by the time it's proven true or false, I'm afraid the building will be empty already.

Sit quietly in the teahouse for an hour, drink a pot of spiritual tea, and learn about some of the recent major events in Xisha.

Liu Yu then got up and left the teahouse and returned to his residence in the restaurant.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he closed his eyes in concentration and began to use Qingyang Gong to polish his magic power.

…

A restaurant, a secret upper room.

Several figures were sitting or standing, all exuding powerful spiritual pressure, and without exception, they were all foundation-building monks.

"My subordinates were not doing things well, which led to the stronghold being discovered by the god Samana. All the fifty Qi Refining disciples and one Foundation-Building Taoist friend inside were killed. Please punish me, the Holy Son!"

A monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building, with a shiny bald head and thick eyebrows and big eyes, lowered his head and said.

Like a child who made a mistake, he lowered his head and trembled slightly, with a look of guilt and fear on his face.

"boom!!"

Zhou Ziwen's expression changed, he smashed the table with his palm, stood up suddenly and said angrily:

"Trash! They're all trash!"

"You can't handle this small thing well, and even caused the death of fifty disciples and a guest, so what's the point of keeping you?!"

When he heard that another disciple of his had died at the hands of the god Samana, he was even more angry than he imagined.

"I know my mistake."

"Please ask the Holy Son and the Protector to punish you!!"

The bald monk fell to his knees with a plop and admitted his mistake.

"Are you aware of your mistake?"

"What's the use of knowing you're wrong?!"

"Can the dead guest minister and fellow disciples be resurrected because of this?!"

Zhou Ziwen was furious.

Liu Yu sat in the first seat on the right without saying a word. As a new member of the Holy Fire Sect, he did not express his position rashly.

At this time, nine months had passed since he intercepted the monk Shaman and snatched Shi Renjie's body.

During these nine months, he showed his accomplishments as a second-level mid-level alchemist, and was strongly attracted by the Holy Fire Sect.

After repeated consideration, and amid vague threats and surveillance, he "reluctantly" agreed.

Of course, the reason was to "repay the favor" and to repay Tang Tianbao for his life-saving grace when he scared away Madam Hongfen.

Liu Yu personally killed the two foundation-building monks of Shenshamen. With such information in hand, everyone in the Holy Fire Sect is relatively reassured.

After agreeing to become guest guests, Tang Tianbao and others formally confessed their identities.

With his extraordinary acting skills, he did not show any flaws, and thus became the guest minister of the Holy Fire Cult.

And in the past few months, he has refined more than a dozen furnaces of second-level elixirs, with a success rate higher than that of ordinary alchemists. He has been working hard for several months.

"If you pay, you will be rewarded. It's all worth it."

Liu Yu was a little depressed, so she comforted herself like this.

This is the first time since he started cultivating as an immortal that he has devoted time and energy first. Even if he is a sect, he has to cultivate himself first.

However, the secret realm of the Holy Fire Sect does store many spiritual objects, including not only the "Three Yuan Fruits", but also other rare spiritual objects and even magic weapons. The temporary patience is worth it.

Thinking this, his face remained calm.

"The Holy Religion, despite its limited resources, still provides Foundation Establishment Pills to train you to the Foundation Establishment realm. Is this how you report to the Holy Religion?!"

"There is nothing more to say for making such a big mistake."

"According to the canon, you should take matters into your own hands and die as an apology!"

Zhou Ziwen's face was cold and his tone was cold.

"Since the death of the Supreme Elder, the morale of the Holy Cult has plummeted, and its influence has been greatly reduced."

"For making such a big mistake, according to canon rules, he should have been put to death."

"But the holy religion is in a difficult situation now, and every bit of power is precious. How about leaving him alive for the time being to serve his purpose?!"

Tang Tianbao, who had been silent for a long time and had not spoken a word, opened his mouth and said to Zhou Ziwen.

The bald monk can be regarded as an "old man" in the Holy Religion. Although he is unfavorable in doing things, he is loyal. Moreover, it is indeed a pity that a foundation-building monk should be executed like this.

"Thank you, Holy Son! Thank you, Holy Son!"

"My subordinates must be more careful in the future and serve the Holy Religion with their lives and blood!!"

The bald monk heard this and kowtowed quickly.

"snort."

"If there are no rules, there will be no rule. If you give favors randomly, how can you convince the public?"

"Is it worthy of the members of the church who died in the past?"

"Although you are the Holy Son, I am in charge of Xingtang."

Zhou Ziwen frowned and said without giving in.

However, Tang Tianbao still insisted on letting the bald monk perform meritorious service due to the special treatment during the special period and his own reasons, and did not agree to be executed directly.

"Huh, just do it yourself."

Zhou Ziwen originally wanted to persist, but suddenly his eyes darkened slightly as he thought of something, snorted coldly, and walked out the door.

Rules cannot be broken at will, otherwise they will lose their meaning and all previous behaviors will appear ridiculous. Liu Yu agrees with Zhou Ziwen's point of view.

After a while, he said goodbye and left.
Chapter completed!