Chapter 466: Chapter 235: The Last Celestial Master, Zhang Tai Xu! King Yan Appears_2

However, such an arrangement eventually laid the foundation for the catastrophic destruction of the South Zhang lineage.

"To be continued!?"

The post abruptly stopped here, and it was evident that the matters of the Dragon Tiger Zhang family were not something that could be explained in just a few sentences.

Yet, halfway through reading, it suddenly stopped. The feeling was like having a thousand ants crawling in your heart, making one feel as if they’re going crazy.

The most crucial thing was that many key points in this post were vague and even deliberately left unclear.

For instance, Zhang Tai Xu, the last truly significant leader of the Dragon Tiger Zhang family, what was his fate?

After the Daoist Sect’s disastrous tribulation, Zhang Tai Xu divided the Zhang family into two, north and south, and was never mentioned again.

Where did he go? Is he dead or alive?

Such a key figure, yet not a single word about him.

"Damn it..."

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but curse, wishing he could send a knife along the internet to the Thousand-Year-Old Demon.

"The Southern Zhang lineage... our family should be the Southern Zhang lineage..."

Zhang Fan calmed his emotions, recalling the words of the so-called brother from that day.

The downfall of the Southern Zhang lineage should be related to the Northern Zhang lineage, and besides, there’s also the shadow of the White Crane Temple, but the exact reason is unknown.

"No wonder our family has been in hiding for so long, no wonder ten years ago at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, so many people wanted to eliminate our family..."

"So there was a great enemy to the north..."

Zhang Fan suddenly realized, as if he understood more about their family’s past and situation.

However, the more he knew, the more incredible it seemed.

"Who is this Thousand-Year-Old Demon after all? How could they know so many secrets?"

Just knowing the history of the Dragon Tiger Zhang family’s division into north and south would be understandable, after all, some elders in the Daoist Sect should know about that.

But this person even knew some truths and details about the Daoist Sect’s disastrous tribulation so clearly, which was quite astonishing.

All along, the outside world thought that the only survivor of the Daoist Sect’s tribulation was Chu Chaoran.

Yet, in the Thousand-Year-Old Demon’s post, not only did they mention that there were five survivors back then, but they also pointed out Zhang Tai Xu’s name.

Zhang Fan speculated that the Thousand-Year-Old Demon probably knew the names and identities of those five individuals.

"This person is extraordinarily unusual." Zhang Fan muttered to himself in a deep voice.

Beep...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s mobile phone page automatically switched, displaying a message that the page you were browsing is lost, 404...

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, reopened the Thousand-Year-Old Demon’s homepage, only to find that the post had been deleted.

Considering the time it was posted and the time he read it, the post existed for no more than ten minutes.

"Maybe someone proficient in technology could recover it." Zhang Fan murmured while staring at the now-grey profile picture of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon.

Li Yishan should know someone skilled in this area.

"Daddy’s daddy is a demon, daddy’s mommy is a demon..."

At this moment, a pleasant and melodious ringtone pulled Zhang Fan from his thoughts. Looking down, he saw it was Fang Changle calling.

"Hey..." Zhang Fan answered the phone.

"Let’s meet tonight, I have something to tell you."

"Something? Okay."

Zhang Fan didn’t ask much, thinking it was likely news from the Divine Power Association’s investigation team.

...

Evening.

Xiangliu Street 101, Old City District.

Old Nine Hot Pot House.

The shabby diner was as deserted as ever, with dim lights, oil-stained tables, and chairs, and a shiny black floor...

When Fang Changle followed Zhang Fan inside, he thought he had walked into the wrong place.

"Don’t be fooled by the rundown appearance, the hot pot here is superb," Zhang Fan remarked casually.

Ever since uncles Liu Fusheng and Xiong Qianqian brought him here once, the hot pot house had become Zhang Fan’s private hangout.

He eventually understood why his parents loved coming here when they were young.

He wouldn’t bring just anyone here.

"Master Jiu, the usual..." Zhang Fan greeted upon entering.

Master Jiu leaned against the counter, his face full of wrinkles, and his eyes dull, as lifeless as the shop, only raising his eyelids upon Zhang Fan’s entrance, giving a slight acknowledgment, and then casting a glance at Fang Changle.

Then, he turned and entered the kitchen.

"This old man..."

Fang Changle watched Master Jiu’s back, feeling a sense of something indescribable welling up inside.

"A true Maoshan inheritor," Zhang Fan thought.

Having lingered around for a long time, he had heard from Liu Fusheng that Master Jiu was an old demon, who had abandoned his cultivation long ago, hiding in the old city of Yujing City, opening a hot pot house to make a living.

"Little Zhang, you have more and more friends..."

A moment later, Master Jiu came out with the meat and vegetables, glanced at Fang Changle, and spoke softly.

"Master Jiu, this is Fang Changle..." Zhang Fan introduced.

"A youngster from Maoshan, eat more." Master Jiu grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

A simple sentence, yet it made Fang Changle reveal a peculiar expression, staring at the departing old man with glimmering eyes.

"Who exactly is this old man?" Fang Changle asked Zhang Fan, unable to hold back his curiosity.

He knew the old man was no ordinary person, but being able to see through his origins with just a glance showed an extraordinary level of perception.

"Great hermits live in the city, just consider him a senior," Zhang Fan waved dismissively.

He wasn’t entirely clear about Master Jiu’s past; he brushed it off with a vague response.

But Fang Changle’s thoughts seemed to linger on Master Jiu.