"That’s right, I no longer have the chance for body possession..."

Jiang Yan took a slow step back, watching Jiang Boqing with his unguarded demeanor, a sneer forming on his face as he said hatefully,

"It seems you and the Green Pond Sect are cut from the same cloth, no wonder... no wonder such a colossal entity - the Green Pond Sect! I’ve been on the run in the Five Prefectures for years, yet such a minor cultivator as myself could not be captured."

"Blood has flowed into rivers along the way, every time a Green Pond Sect stronghold was breached, materials for breakthrough would always appear... Those grudges and resentments that had been collected over ten or dozens of years would always be delivered to me in gourds."

His pupils dilated, his fists nearly dripping blood, he said in a piercing voice,

"Jiang Boqing! What a self-directed play you’ve staged... You and the Green Pond mutually benefit, putting on quite a performance!"

"You were never a cultivator looking to possess any special Immortal Foundation, just smooth talk to appease me! It’s the Three Nine True Talismans inside my Sea of Qi Acupoint, the Witchcraft Blood Talisman in my Shengyang Mansion that you were really after!"

His voice echoed through the mountains, stunning Jiang Boqing into silence. The flesh on that face began to fall off piece by piece. Jiang Boqing was stunned for a moment before he replied,

"I do have a deep relationship with Buzi, and the demon calamity was indeed a benefit exchange with the Green Pond Sect... The resentful energy always delivered right to your hands, you’re a smart kid, and you’ve guessed these aspects correctly."

He paused, shook his head slightly, and said,

"But my Metal Nature has been damaged and I’ve long lost the possibility of possession. No talisman, no blood talisman could save me. The Witch Talismans on you I nurtured myself... exceptional in their mysteriousness, yet not intended for the purpose of possession."

Jiang Boqing’s body, bloodied, still showed a gentle gaze as he said in a low voice,

"Taking over this body was just to protect you, nothing more. Without specific spiritual medicine and cultivation techniques, it would sooner or later perish along with this body. I thought I could keep it from you until you were sent beyond the Southern Border..."

Yet Jiang Yan remained unmoved, taking another step back, his expression alert. He looked at him coldly and said,

"Just because you say it’s not, should I believe you?"

Jiang Boqing frowned, took one look at him, and suddenly, his expression filled with shock, he thundered out,

"Enough!"

As Jiang Boqing’s lips and teeth came together, he let out a thundering shout, buzzing Jiang Yan’s head. Jiang Boqing, his expression dramatically changed, cursed,

"Damn it, blinded by Divine Skills!"

Jiang Yan, his mind abruptly clear, was taken aback just to see Jiang Boqing pulling him up, taking flight with him, shouting,

"Quick, let’s flee! He’s blocking us with Divine Skills, he must be close!"

"Zifu Monks?"

Jiang Yan’s entire body bristled, as he stirred up his mana to fly and asked,

"Aren’t you colluding with the Green Pond Sect? Why would a Zifu Sect monk chase after you!"

"Likely one of my old enemies!"

This host of Jiang Boqing’s, burly and unkempt, cursed loudly a few times, continuously speculating in his mind, finding it unbelievable as he said,

"How is this possible?! Who could have predicted it!"

They had only flown for a moment when the chilly winds of the world abruptly ceased. The mana-generated wind under their feet also stopped, and the void before them started shimmering with black glimmers, the colorful surge of Zifu Divine Skills erupting forth.

"Senior Jiang."

The young man in the plain Taoist robe, with delicate features and a Dharma Bead in hand, unremarkable in its dullness, walked slowly out from The Great Void.

"You too have your day."

"Qing Jifang..."

Jiang Boqing watched the youth, obviously surprised by his presence here and uncertain of his intent, and said gravely,

"What are you trying to do?"

That Zifu monk in the robe fluttering distantly, his Dharma Bead gently spinning in his hand, stared at him quietly before saying,

"Senior need not be nervous. This junior has many questions to ask about the ’Answer to the Under-the-Mulberry-Child,’ or the Shangyuan Sword Immortal, Xiao Chuting, Tang Yuanwu..."

"What exactly are you all plotting? And in the end, whose hands did the Immortal Book fall into... Changhuai Shan is quite curious... I’d like to ask Senior to accompany me back to Wu Country."