791: Zhang Shenming must not show weakness

In a certain residential area of White Tiger District, a family was enjoying dinner.

It was an ordinary family of three, consisting of a middle-aged man, an ordinary woman, and a fair-skinned youth.

However, what was strange was that, apart from the middle-aged man, the ordinary woman and the youth looked somewhat dazed, sitting there quietly like puppets, utterly devoid of Life Qi.

"This is a dish I just learned to make; it should taste better than last time. You two should try it," the middle-aged man said, seemingly unaware of the abnormality. He smiled as he served them food, his tone full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

"I recently learned a few new dishes. I'll make them for you tonight..."

The man's words suddenly cut off. His gaze sharpened, and he swiftly turned his head to the left like lightning.

A trace of blood-red light flashed in his eyes, as if it could penetrate space and perceive everything.

After a moment of silence, the man softly called out a name: "Zhou Rong!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red figure appeared abruptly like a ghost.

This figure was enveloped in a blood-red robe, making its true face indiscernible, but a powerful aura could be felt emanating from it.

"My Lord, what are your commands?" Zhou Rong, clad in the blood-red robe, asked respectfully.

"Gather the Blood Disciples and prepare to depart."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Rong's pupils sharply contracted, clearly surprised by the command.

However, he did not ask further, merely accepted the order swiftly, then quietly retreated like a ghost.

"Yes!" Zhou Rong's response was brief and crisp, revealing his absolute obedience to the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was Zhu Jianhua, and the woman and youth were his wife and son.

After returning to Great Xia, Zhu Jianhua had attempted to revive his wife and son. Although they now had Physical Bodies, they lacked memories, resembling puppets.

Without his commands and power, the two were like inanimate objects.

But even so, Zhu Jianhua was very content. He believed that as his strength increased, he would one day be able to revive his wife and son.

Li Wuji had not only helped him get revenge but also given him the chance to revive his wife and son. Now that Wuji was summoning him, he could not refuse under any circumstances.

A moment later, Zhou Rong and the other Blood Disciple Eight Seats reappeared in the living room, but the woman and youth were no longer there, leaving only Zhu Jianhua.

The Blood Disciple Eight Seats stood silently before Zhu Jianhua like sculptures, their bodies erect, like unshakeable mountains.

Although their auras were perfectly contained, indistinguishable from ordinary people, merely standing there silently gave off a chilling sense of oppression.

It was clear that during this period, their strength had not stagnated at all; instead, they had all made significant improvements. This improvement was not achieved overnight but through long periods of Cultivation and tempering.

Zhou Rong respectfully reported to Zhu Jianhua: "Reporting to my Lord, all Blood Disciples have responded, but since they are distributed across various corners of the Great Xia Alliance, it will likely take a considerable amount of time for them all to arrive."

His voice was low and steady, revealing his reverence for Zhu Jianhua.

In fact, the Blood Disciples were currently spread across the twelve districts of Great Xia, and gathering them all in a short period was indeed a daunting task.

Moreover, they also needed to contend with the Great Xia Alliance's surveillance, which undoubtedly added more difficulties to their actions.

Zhu Jianhua listened to Zhou Rong's report expressionlessly. After a brief moment of contemplation, he said, "I will leave markers along the way, Zhou Rong. Once everyone has arrived, lead them to rendezvous with me according to the markers."

His words were concise and to the point, without any hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Jianhua suddenly raised his right hand and unhesitatingly tore open a blood-red spatial crack.

This rift was like a portal to another world, emitting a chilling aura.

Zhu Jianhua did not hesitate. His figure flickered, and he vanished into the blood-red spatial rift like a ghost, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zhou Rong and the other Blood Disciple Eight Seats couldn't help but exchange glances. They clearly hadn't expected Zhu Jianhua to leave so urgently.

However, they dared not be negligent in the slightest, nodding in agreement, indicating that they would certainly act according to Zhu Jianhua's instructions.

"What happened?" Second Seat couldn't help but ask in confusion, but the others also looked bewildered.

"No matter what happened, we must gather quickly and go meet our Lord!" Zhou Rong pondered for a moment, having some conjectures, and immediately said in a solemn voice.

"Furthermore, issue an order that all Blood Disciples need not concern themselves with the Great Xia Alliance's surveillance. They must gather with the utmost speed!"

He looked in the direction Zhu Jianhua had departed, clearly indicating that their destination this time was definitely not within Great Xia, so there were no more scruples.

The instant Zhu Jianhua acted, it was as if the entire Virtual God Realm was stirred by his actions.

And in the depths of this Virtual God Realm, the mysterious Dream Master also seemed to have a telepathic connection, suddenly opening his tightly shut eyes.

His eyes were like brilliant stars in the night sky, deep and mysterious.

However, at this moment, a light of excitement and fanaticism burst forth from his originally calm eyes, as if a raging fire was burning within them.

"Hahahahaha!" The Dream Master couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, which echoed through the Virtual God Realm, lingering for a long time.

"This is truly wonderful! My immense efforts in expanding the Virtual God Realm to encompass the entire Human Race and Yao Race were not in vain.

Now, with my current strength, I will certainly become a powerful and indispensable fighting force under my Master!"

A heroic feeling surged within his heart, filled with confidence in his own strength.

However, just as he was immersed in this confidence, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and his originally fervent eyes were instantly replaced by a hint of killing intent.

He unreservedly directed this killing intent forward, as if his sworn enemies were there.

And before him, two portraits had quietly materialized at some unknown point.

The figures in these two portraits were Li Mingxuan and Yue Shan.

Their faces were lifelike, as if they could step out of the paintings at any moment.

"Yue Shan, oh Yue Shan," the Dream Master's voice was cold and tinged with a hint of determination, "you will eventually understand that a God can never have a weakness.

Even if my Master blames me afterward, I will not hesitate!

I must ensure my Master has no more weaknesses, even if the price is my own life!"

Immediately, the Dream Master's body shimmered with starlight, and his figure, wearing a smiling mask, slowly dissipated into thin air.