Wei Yuan put down his phone. If at first the newly revived Nine-Section Staff couldn't cross a long distance to return to him, it could now easily do so after receiving the final wishes and will of the Yellow Turbans, and its spiritual nature had been partially restored.

But as he put down his phone, he felt something strange. Did he just hear the sound of breaking glass?

Or was it just his imagination?

After some thought, Wei Yuan raised a stream of wind and opened the window. Then he comfortably leaned back on the sofa cushion, opened the letter, and saw a letter written in traditional characters. Along with the letter were two armor talismans that proved the identity of the sender - the old man who had lent him the armor talisman before. Wei Yuan silently read the letter and finally realized that it was from the old Taoist, Tianchenzi, who had been invited by the Celestial Master to patrol the surrounding Taoist temples.

Originally, he had gone to Baiyun Temple to visit an old friend and had stayed there for a few days, but he couldn't stand the smell of copper there. However, since he had promised to wait for his friend to break through before leaving, he couldn't leave without breaking his word. So, in the letter, he informed Wei Yuan that a month after receiving the letter, he should go to Baiyun Temple and come up with an excuse to quickly get the old Taoist out of that copper-smelling place. The old Taoist expressed his gratitude and bowed to Wei Yuan.

After reading the letter, Wei Yuan couldn't help but find the old man's troubles amusing, but he also knew that the older generation valued these things more. So, he wrote a reply to the letter and chose to send it via express delivery. In the letter, he agreed to the old Taoist's request and kindly reminded the old man to prepare some modern communication tools like a phone. He calculated the time and guessed that the letter should have arrived several days ago, but no one had received it, even after several attempts.

However, when it came to Baiyun Temple, Wei Yuan thought of the special task force searching for the possible whereabouts of Shan Jun. He first briefly informed Zhang Ruosu of the situation through a mobile app, and then called Zhang Hao to inquire about Shan Jun's situation and whether there had been any further developments.

"Shan Jun?" Zhang Hao hesitated on the phone, then suddenly realized. "Ah, I neglected to mention it."

He apologized, saying, "I've been busy with this matter these past few days and haven't had time to tell you, but we have found where Shan Jun is located. We launched an attack the day before yesterday, mobilizing special material sniper rifles and over a hundred cultivators with a certain level of cultivation to launch a full-scale attack."

"We finally cut off the power in an entire block and used the Five Thunder Method to continuously strike."

"In the end, we successfully killed Shan Jun inside the temple."

Wei Yuan was stunned. "…He was killed?!"

He thought of Shan Jun's previous use of the Feathered Bird to fake his death and escape, and he still couldn't believe it. The extremely tricky ancient earth deity had been killed in this way. Unable to believe it, he asked, "Are you sure it was really Shan Jun?"

Zhang Hao replied, "Yes, we found his remains, and you previously gave us a copy of the Strange and Divine Scroll, which is a treasure that follows the traces of true spirits. Using it to confirm, the remains contain a strong true spirit of Shan Jun, and the elders of the Taoist sect also found a statue in that temple."

"It contained the fundamental spirit of the earth deity, and the statue has been shattered, with the spirit completely dissipated."

"The true spirit and the body of the earth deity are both there, so it should indeed be him without a doubt."

Wei Yuan had to admit the truth of Zhang Hao's words.

The physical body, the true spirit, and the body of the earth deity higher than the true spirit.

If they were all present, it basically meant that Shan Jun had already perished and turned to dust.

Thinking that such a cunning enemy had been killed in this way, Wei Yuan felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness and disbelief. Then Zhang Hao said, "Because Shan Jun was apparently sealed by the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, according to the procedure, these remains need to be sent to the mountain for comparison with the records. After everything is finished, the archives will be sealed. If you want to see them, I can send them to you."

Wei Yuan came to his senses and said, "Thank you."

"By the way, where was Shan Jun hiding before?"

Zhang Hao replied, "Chixia Temple."

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The call with Zhang Hao ended a long time ago.

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong. Because he wasn't present when Shan Jun died, and Shan Jun didn't die at his hands. It was normal for the Strange and Divine Scroll, one of the criteria for assessing the achievements of the Hidden Tiger, to not react. And Shan Jun had previously abandoned his physical body and was in a state of soul and spirit.

This state was extremely weak in itself, especially when facing the Five Thunder Method, a powerful divine technique. It was normal for him to die under the Five Thunder Method.

He could only temporarily put aside the matter of Shan Jun and, in passing, took out a few one-yuan coins, tossing them in his hand and letting them spin on the table. At this moment, he felt a bit regretful that the authentic transmission of the Taiping Dao was not good at this kind of divination. Otherwise, he could have cast a divination.

Among the disciplines of medicine, divination, witchcraft, and martial arts, the Taiping Dao was particularly skilled in medicine.

Since he couldn't figure out the issue of Shan Jun's death, Wei Yuan decided to wait until Shan Jun's remains were brought back from the Zhengyi Dao and then go see for himself. He put away the letter, sent it out, and planned to handle his current affairs before going to Baiyun Temple to take a look around and, incidentally, rescue the old Taoist who was trapped in his own pride.

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Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion.

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Zhang Ruosu fell silent after seeing the message sent by Wei Yuan.

Another old friend had been away from the mortal world for a long time and wanted to briefly reside on that street, hoping to be accommodated by the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Thinking of the God of the Huai River, she thought of the woman who dared to tease the Water Lord of the Huai River.

The old Celestial Master really wanted to sigh and ask.

Is this old friend of yours the kind of person he's thinking of?

The old Taoist was getting old and couldn't handle the trouble anymore.But since Wei Yuan did not mention his name, there must be some hidden considerations, or perhaps that senior did not like to expose himself, did not like to contact too many people, so he entrusted Wei Yuan to communicate this matter, and was responsible for placing those cultivators who had been away from the world for a long time on Shen Zhou, which was also the responsibility of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

So after he sighed, he quickly replied.

Wei Yuan looked at the cat head on the phone and made an OK gesture.

So straightforward?

He originally thought that this Zhang friend would ask which senior it was, and then he would answer Yu Ji, so that there would be some communication and buffer between the two sides, rather than directly making a dry request without any room for negotiation.

Unexpectedly, he was so straightforward...

According to Zhang Ruosu's style, Wei Yuan replied with a black and white cat paw holding an expression package.

He paused slightly, sensing the change in the atmosphere, stood up, and there was a faint yellow flame breath in the distant sky. Soon, a stream of light flew directly back from the open window, it was the Nine-Section Staff. The object floated around Wei Yuan, trembling slightly and making a low sound. Wei Yuan's expression was gentle as he reached out and pressed the Nine-Section Staff.

At that moment, he felt the faint call again.

Not only when casting specific spells would he pray for the blessing of the ancestor, but in general, the Taoist school would offer incense and prayers to the ancestor before morning and evening classes, and before practicing Qi cultivation. This would directly point to the true spirit of the ancestor, and when casting spells through talismans, it could be completed more quickly.

And Wei Yuan had already retrieved part of the true spirit from that era.

Although his own cultivation was insufficient, under the blessing of the Nine-Section Staff, he could still faintly perceive the disciple's prayer.

He voluntarily let go of his hand.

For him at the moment, this state was more harmful than beneficial.

His thoughts paused slightly, and he thought again that one day, when he faced the leader of the Taiping Taoism, he could try to use the Nine-Section Staff to interrupt the opponent's spell casting at a critical moment. Used properly, it could play a decisive role.

You pray for the blessing of the ancestor.

The ancestor threw your talisman down and expressed disdain.

Wei Yuan's thoughts paused slightly, and he lightly brushed the Nine-Section Staff with his hand, sighing, "It's finally back in my hands, old friend."

"Counting, it's been almost two thousand years."

The Nine-Section Staff trembled softly, as if responding.

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Zhang Ruosu called her nephew in charge of the affairs of Quan City.

She handed over the matter that Wei Yuan had mentioned to her nephew to handle.

The old Taoist, who looked much older than Zhang Ruosu, was surprised. He had experienced many times of placing seniors, but when he saw that the destination was the museum, his thoughts paused slightly, and he couldn't help but recall his previous experience.

Before, he and several of his juniors went to apologize for offending the Heavenly Maiden.

But in the dream of the museum's owner, he saw the scene of him fighting the Overlord.

The old Taoist felt somewhat responsible for this experience.

He remembered when he was young, a guest in a red dress carried a box up the mountain, and he secretly looked at the Overlord's spear that the guest brought, which caused him to fall seriously ill. Decades later, the old Taoist still had some fear of the Overlord's spear, and he didn't want to go, but since his senior brother ordered it, he couldn't refuse, so he sighed and comforted himself, just going to record the temporary residence of the cultivator.

He intended to cast a divination, but couldn't help but laugh at himself. The older he got, the more timid he became.

Not entering the dream, naturally had nothing to do with the Overlord's spear.

The old Taoist left a note and went to the destination with Shen Jifeng.

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Wei Yuan carefully cleaned a clean counter, then held the Nine-Section Staff in his hands and gently placed it on top.

As in the past, he found paper and a pen, and wrote casually with a carbon pen for a while, then put it down and pressed it under the Nine-Section Staff. He busied himself with placing the flowers brought by Jue in a more appropriate place. There were a few lines on the paper, and he could barely see the words "Bronze Jue of the Shang Dynasty" with all his effort, and then he lost his focus—

Museum collection.

Taiping Nine-Section Staff.

Handmade by my master when he was young.

For the staff, to walk the path.

Disciple Yuan, respectfully follows.

Number—003.

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