The secretary pushed the ashtray on the table in front of the man: "The situation in South Asia is also very complicated. They seem to use going north as an outlet for uncontrollable domestic situations."

The man held a cigar in his mouth and smiled: "The more complicated the better. If you can't defeat the opponent at home, then go north. There is a common enemy here... This is in the interest of all of them."

"I understand." The secretary concluded, "We help South Asians and let them make more noise here."

"However, we cannot help them without a bottom line, and the company's directors will not allow this to happen. After all, South Asians are not our partners.

"So, where is the limit?"

"Of course we can't help them without a bottom line." The man sneered, "Even if all the South Asians die and continue to lose face here, we haven't lost anything. If we want to cut off the hands that are reaching out here, we have many ways.

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"But it is the best way to let South Asians deal with him. I think this limit is best controlled to...in the words here, both sides are harmed."

"When someone from South Asia dies, it's best if a master dies. And that Lu Zhen also died in the hands of South Asians, which will increase the conflict between the two sides and keep each other in check."

"To this end, we can provide resource support and even human support for South Asians. I will express this to the directors..."

Suddenly, the man's cell phone on the table vibrated, interrupting the man's words.

The man glanced at the phone screen and saw an unfamiliar number.

But this was the mobile phone he used for work. A strange call came in at this time, which made him feel a little surprised.

He picked up the phone and clicked the answer button.

A mature, slightly hoarse woman's voice came from the receiver: "Is this Mr. Robert?"

When Robert looked at the phone, the secretary standing next to him walked out of the room silently. When he opened the door, he happened to hear this sentence.

A few minutes later, the secretary heard Robert's greeting and opened the door again and walked into the room.

Robert put down the phone with an intriguing expression on his face: "Unexpectedly, the director's hand has already reached here. It's interesting..."

The secretary said nothing.

She knows that there are some things that he can know and some things that she cannot know.

Only by grasping this boundary well can she secure this position.

"Do you have anything else to add?" she asked.

"The matter of contacting South Asians will remain unchanged tomorrow." Robert smiled. "As a sign of sincerity, you can send the more detailed information I just obtained to the South Asians first. It will definitely be of great help to them. The man named Lu

This little guy is really not simple..."

"After sending out the information, you can compare it with what we have investigated to see if there is anything wrong with the information, and then report it to me."

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In a car heading south, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor and thick hair and beard sat cross-legged on the special back seat of the car. On his forehead were three eye-catching white horizontal lines as thick as a finger and a red dot.

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The first horizontal line is above the eyebrows, extending from the left side of the temples to the right side.

The second line is in the middle of the forehead. A red dot is located in the middle of the eyebrow, dividing this white line into two unconnected halves.

The third white line is located below the hairline and is the same length as the lower two lines.

The three lines and red dots seem to have some mysterious symbolic meaning, attracting the eye like a magnet. Anyone who sees this person will immediately see the white lines and red dots on his forehead.

His skin color is typical of South Asian brown skin, but his nose bridge is high and his facial features have some characteristics of Westerners. His long hair is tied into a bun like a haystack, and the lower part is casually draped over his shoulders. He looks like

A mess.

His body has some characteristics of an ascetic monk, but the skin on his body is very plump, not at all like a cultivator who has endured the torture of asceticism.

This contradictory contrast makes the person even more mysterious.

In the passenger seat, the South Asian young man who was pursuing Master Laxman heading north answered the phone, stuck his head out from the side of the seat, and whispered: "Master Johari, Robert, the representative of Behemoth, has arrived here. I hope to meet you tomorrow."

You talk about it in person, and if you agree, he hopes you can arrange a meeting place and time."

The man named Johari did not react at all, as if he did not hear the young man's words.

After a while, his mouth moved slightly, and a rich voice came out: "Reply him, I will meet him in the southwest tomorrow."

The young man turned to look at his phone, clicked on the screen a few times, and then handed the phone to Johari: "To show their sincerity, the people in Behemoth have sent us detailed information about their opponents."
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"This information is many times more detailed than what we collected ourselves, and there are many things that we cannot investigate."

"I have to admit that Behemoth's information here is much better than ours. If we accept Behemoth's help, things will definitely be a lot easier this time."

"Behemoth's hands are too long..." Johari's eyelids moved slightly, and his blue eyes appeared between the brown skin, appearing deeper, as if he could see through all the illusions in the world.

Anyone who looks into these eyes that are as pure as mountains and lakes will inevitably feel a little panic in their hearts, because anyone can see themselves in these eyes.

The young man holding the mobile phone lowered his head.

Every time he glances at Johari's eyes, the inferiority and cowardice in his heart will increase...

George Harry caught the phone, looked at it for a moment, then returned the phone to the young man and said slowly: "Lu Zhen... is indeed not an ordinary person."

"Ever since I learned that Master Laxman died in his hands, I have never despised him for a moment."

"He... I didn't see it with my own eyes when he killed Master Laxman, but afterwards, he was not injured at all, but Master Laxman only had one head left..." The young man recalled the scene at that time, his eyes

His fists were clenched, and his eyes showed uncontrollable fear.

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"Master, you have communicated with Master Laxman and know the extent of Master Laxman's cultivation, but Laxman still died in his hands..."

After a pause, the young man gritted his teeth and said: "So we need Behemoth's help!"

"We are going to cooperate with Behemoth...I...I am not doubting Master Johari...Master...Master, your cultivation level has made another breakthrough. Now I don't know what level your cultivation level has reached, master, but

...But..."

"Don't be nervous, Sitharaman." Johari stretched out a hand and put it on the young man's head, "Don't be afraid, don't panic, the omnipotent and omniscient Shiva will show us the direction."
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Feeling the infinite power contained in that palm, Sitharaman's distorted face gradually returned to normal.

Sitharaman let out a long sigh: "I am really useless... seeing the death of Master Laxman, I dream about Master Laxman every night. I... I am a weak person..."

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"Everyone is weak, so we need to practice hard and seek Shiva's blessing. Before we meet Shiva, being weak is not shameful, but it shows the greatness of Shiva." Johari withdrew his palm.

His voice was gentle but had an inexplicable power, which quickly calmed down Sitharaman's uneasy mood.

Sitarama made a prayer gesture: "Praise to the great god Shiva..."

Johari said: "It's a very strange thing for Behemoth to go north."

"They have no business here, so they have no motive to go north... I don't know why they go north, but not only do they go north, they are also very enthusiastic about our affairs..."

Sitharaman said solemnly: "I know that Behemoth has always focused on pursuing profits. They are eager to help us. There must be reasons that we have not discovered. We should be wary of Behemoth, but..."

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand: "Master, you have also seen the detailed information about Lu Zhen. He is more terrifying than we imagined."

"Not only did he kill Master Laxman, but two practitioners behind him who were not inferior to Master Laxman were also defeated by him through joint efforts. He killed one person on the spot and seriously injured another person. The person behind him was also killed.

He killed..."

"More importantly, the person mentioned here on the highest peak... I didn't see that person take action when I was there, but it is said here that Lu Zhen seemed to have had a battle with that person, but did not stay.

A little injured."

"There are only two possibilities here, either they did not fight, and the information recorded here is false, or they did fight, and this Lu Zhen not only survived that man, but also did not suffer any injuries...

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"But, as far as I know, when Lu Zhen killed two people and seriously injured one, it was very likely that he would finally take action..."

"Master, you have visited that person before, and you know better than me how terrifying that person is, so you also know better than me how terrifying this Lu Zhen's cultivation is."

"After all, he is the person everyone should pay attention to!"

Johari said: "He is not that person's opponent. So far... no one I have seen is that person's opponent. There should be another reason why he was not injured."

"No matter what the reason was, he survived in that person's hands after all. Shouldn't we pay attention to him?" Sitharaman gritted his teeth, "So we should do whatever it takes and use all available forces to complete our mission.

revenge, otherwise not only will we not be able to take revenge, we may also lose face again here and become a joke to all factions in the country!"

Johari's blue eyes looked at the back of Sitharaman's head: "Your heart is confused again."

Sitharaman smiled bitterly: "I... am a weak person, and I am worthy of the title of Master Laxman's successor... Maybe Master Ansari is right, I actually do not have this qualification..."

"Master Laxman took you north even though he knew he was about to die, and he has given you this qualification." Johari said calmly, "Don't feel inferior, Sitharaman, Lord Shiva is watching us move forward."

Sitharaman took a deep breath, looked at the company vehicle in front of him that was monitoring him, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ansari will go north to enter the southwest the day after tomorrow, plus Master Korana, and us, the three parties have joined forces. Compared with that time

The combination of Mamel and Mamel is even stronger... and Behemoth is willing to pay the price to help us."

"But the company here just threw him away after using him, and was not willing to help him at all. Now he is alone... I believe that we can avenge Master Laxman and regain the lost honor of Master Laxman."<

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Johari said piously: "God Shiva is omnipotent... Since you are under the guidance of Lord Shiva, why are you panicking?"

"It's my fault." Sitharaman sighed again, "I have followed Master Laxman for many years, but my penance has not made much progress. If Master Laxman is still alive, he will definitely be very disappointed in me."
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Johari smiled slightly: "With so many people in South Asia, you are the only one who can communicate with Master Laxman, and only you can be the mouthpiece of Master Laxman."

"It is only right that you become the successor of Master Laxman."

"Ghazali and Korana were temporarily confused by wrong ideas and did not realize the will of the gods. They will eventually find their way back." A strange light flashed in Johari's eyes, "And you,

Sitharaman is destined to be the leader of the South Asian sect, finding a correct way forward for many mortals amid the wrath of the gods."

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On the towering cliff, Lu Zhen sat cross-legged on a intact stone, looking down at the continuous green color below.

Time flies by, and it has been two days since he left Tangmen.

Two days ago, he had no intention of coming to this uninhabited land with pleasant scenery, so he chose to concentrate on practicing here.

Tangmen's coverage area is not small, and coupled with the company's control in the southwest, if he stays in the city, the probability of being disturbed is not small.

As he is now, if he stays in the mountains to practice at will, no one will be able to find his location.

In two days, he had used up the poison-refining medicine that Xu Xin had given him. The blue color on his face did not deepen compared to when he met Xu Xin. Instead, he began to regain his color and looked much normal.

Xu Xin thought that a can of medicine could be used for one or two years, but he actually used it all at once not long after opening it.

Xu Xin also said that he needed two or three cans of medicine to help him refine the poisonous Qi, but after using the second can, Lu Zhen already felt a significant change in his Qi.

He stretched out his right hand.

The heart fire and waste metal energy that appeared meekly in his palm were both light cyan.

He hasn't fought with anyone yet, so he has tried using Liangqi, but just by looking at the gorgeous surface, he knows that Liangqi is already poisonous.

When Lu Zhen fought with people from the Tang Sect, he saw that the poisonous miasma of the Tang Sect was lavender, and the poisonous qi of another technique that could make the poisonous qi appear into a python state was light cyan.

He suspected that the technique Xu Xin told him about refining Duqi was part of the latter technique, but he had no evidence.

But that’s not important.

Now, he can control the two qi more easily, to the point where he can control it like a finger or an arm.

And during these two days of quiet practice, his heart became calmer. His Vipassana practice has made rapid progress, and he has reached a level that matches the refined poisonous energy.

The pressure put on his internal organs by poisonous Qi gradually decreased.

From the initial palpitations to now I no longer feel anything.

"The time has come to truly enter the third calamity..." Lu Zhen closed his eyes, "Entering the third calamity, will my hands be able to fully awaken?"
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