Chapter 378: Chapter 380: Xuan Jun Imparts the Dao, Life and Death are but a Dream Chapter 378: Chapter 380: Xuan Jun Imparts the Dao, Life and Death are but a Dream “Recently, it seems that quite a few martial artists and Secret Spirit Masters have disappeared. I’ve told the sisters not to go too far when they leave the house, just stay nearby, or better yet, don’t go out at all,” Ye Zhen said.

Transcendents were originally not a large circle; any slight disturbance was known to all. Organizations like the Pan Turtle Martial Arts School were actually not considered part of the Transcendents since they didn’t even count as being in the Body Refining Stage; they were merely practicing for fun, mostly to lend the martial school’s influence.

“President, do you have any intelligence?” an Elder asked.

“I’m not sure, there are no witnesses, and the disappearances are quite mysterious. We initially suspect that some major power is hunting martial artists and Secret Spirit Masters, especially since the appearance of this corpse of a Supreme Rank individual, the world has become increasingly bizarre,” Ye Zhen said, her tone tinged with helplessness.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Have there been any recent research breakthroughs? I went to consult with some biologists among ordinary people, and they said that if we want to study, we’ll need to perform dissections to see.”

Ye Zhen changed the subject. They had already fully retracted all their members, and in the cellar of the Blood Rose Society, they had stored enough food and water for everyone in the organization to last a year, planning to wait until this disturbance settled down.

Since they were not a major power and they hadn’t lost any members, there was naturally no need to get involved.

“Dissection? President, can we not pursue such dubious suggestions? This is a Supreme Rank martial artist, the immortal kind. Look at this strong presence, the Martial Arts Will has definitely not dissolved yet. If we proceed and the Martial Arts Will bursts out, our Blood Rose Society could become the first Secret Spirit Master organization to be killed by a dead person,” an Elder said, exasperated.

Indeed, dissection could reveal the mysteries of an ordinary person’s body, but for a martial artist, their body harbored Martial Arts Will. If it were someone from the Quenching Divine Stage or below, it might be manageable. True Martial Rank could also be managed, being already dead, but with a Supreme Rank martial artist, they felt pressure just by being near, proving that the Martial Arts Will was still present.

“Ahem, just kidding, just kidding. But if we can’t touch this and can’t touch that, how do we uncover the mysteries?” Ye Zhen said awkwardly.

“We can only keep looking slowly, after all, it is the corpse of a Supreme Rank martial artist. If it were so easy to decipher, it would not be our turn to handle it. Supreme Rank martial artists might be rare for us, but not for those big organizations, who knows, they might have some still alive,” the Elder replied, unable to give up on such a treasure.

Moreover, as long as the information isn’t leaked, they wouldn’t face any problems.

“There’s something else happening. Lately, it seems someone’s been having nightmares,” the Elder suddenly changed the subject.

Ye Zhen found it odd: “Having nightmares? That is indeed strange. Since becoming Secret Spirit Masters, we should be able to control our own spiritual power and should not be dreaming, unless it’s self-induced.”

“No, and this trend is spreading, especially since the earliest sister began having nightmares three days ago. Now she looks like she’s lost her soul, walking around in a daze, and she occasionally mutters some incomprehensible words.”

“It sounds like the Secret Martial Mantras of martial artists, but it’s much more eerie. At first listen, the content seems normal, but if you listen closely, it gives a chilling sensation.”

This Elder had also experienced it firsthand, and even with their formidable strength, there was a flash of uncontrollable fear in their eyes when recalling the knowledge spoken by the other party.

Ye Zhen hadn’t been concerned initially, but seeing the change in the President’s expression, she too realized the severity of the issue.

“Let’s go, take me to see her,” she said decisively.

The Elder quickly led Ye Zhen to investigate, discussing the member’s condition along the way.

Since the total number of Secret Spirit Masters in the Blood Rose Society was just over a hundred, Ye Zhen immediately knew who the member was.

“If she hadn’t been staying at our base all this time, I would have suspected she was cursed with a secret technique,” the Elder said.

Soon, they arrived at the room of the Secret Spirit Master member. Before they even reached the door, they heard a deep murmur: “I have often heard it said: ‘It is not the knowledgeable who zealously seek people, but rather, people who zealously seek the knowledgeable.’ Yet I know this to be false. The knowledgeable do not seek people; they indeed go out to chase after them. Those deeply unemotional ones, like hawks and dogs chasing rabbits.”

About to push the door open, Ye Zhen felt her hairs stand on end. If one only casually heard this speech, it might sound normal, merely encouraging one to aspire higher. Yet, listening to it attentively felt like facing some terrifying presence.

Her hand just froze like that, her mind continuously flooded with the other’s chaotic murmurs–even afraid to push open the door, as if beyond it lay a never-ending abyss. If she were to open it, she would be swallowed by the chaos within, ultimately falling into an indescribable fear.

“If love comes and goes, long hidden in this world, when one wishes to open the top gate, yellow twilight fills heaven and earth.” Abruptly, Ye Zhen blurted out these words unconsciously.

“What?” The Elder by her side was somewhat baffled. Why did she suddenly say that?

“It’s nothing, I seem to have had a hallucination.” Ye Zhen explained, suppressing the odd feeling within her.

Just a moment ago, she seemed to have envisioned a scroll named Mystical Realm of Ascension Fixed View Talisman. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see the entire thing, only the beginning, but even so, a strange change seemed to have occurred in her.

For instance, perceiving the flow of space as if she could lightly peel apart the seams of space to shift her position.

However, she didn’t dare speak of this, because her perception of space was intermittent, sometimes there, and sometimes as if the perception just a moment ago had been a hallucination.

At this moment, the noises inside had also stopped; no longer whispering, but rather, they fell into silence.

At this time, Ye Zhen took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

But what she saw after opening the door was not a weak woman as they had imagined, but a scene red as purgatory.

The immense amount of blood had dyed half the room red, and fragments of flesh were scattered all over the floor. Yet eerily, the internal organs and bones were intact and laid out on the bed, as if while sleeping, the flesh had parted ways with the body.

Upon seeing this scene, both the Elder and the president could feel a chill rushing from their feet to their foreheads.

They knew that just ten seconds ago, the individual had still been whispering inside the room–they both had heard it. But to encounter such a manner of death upon opening the door, how could they not be afraid? The shock was indeed tremendous.

The two were experiencing intense physical and psychological reactions to the stench of blood that filled their nostrils.

Although they had seen many things in their lifetimes and were familiar with various manners of death, this type of death, coupled with the eerie nature of the previous instance, was still hard to bear.

The two quickly left the room and tightly shut the door, yet the smell of blood seeping through the cracks and the images lingering in their minds turned their faces pale.

“This technique, once cultivated, conceals traces from the world. Starting from the spleen, a yellow cloud strikes the top, men cover the left with the right hand, women cover the right with the left…” In Ye Zhen’s mind, a nameless voice emerged again; she couldn’t even bear it as the whites of her eyes began to dominate her vision.

Although the Elder was no better, he soon broke free from the fear and quickly noticed something wrong with Ye Zhen, the president.

“Not good… the president has been affected too!” The Elder recalled that when the deceased experienced the second nightmare, the same situation had occurred, so he did not think Ye Zhen was merely frightened but that someone had tampered with her.

In a flurry, he quickly called for help.

After all, although Ye Zhen might not be a good leader, she was definitely the linchpin of the Blood Rose Society. She was the strongest there, and without her, the whole Blood Rose Society would be in jeopardy, and since there was essentially no internal conflict, other Elders couldn’t rise to power even if they wanted to due to insufficient strength.

As for the deceased, they could only seal off the room for now and wait for Ye Zhen, the president, to recover and decide what to do next.

What else could be done? With such a major incident having occurred at their base, they could only remain on high alert for the time being to avert further horrific deaths.

Whether the deceased was murdered or committed suicide was still undetermined, since there were many hair-raising and illogical suspicions involved.