Tonight, the air hangs heavy, far from tranquil. Though the moon shines as always, the rhythmic clappers of the city patrol echo freely. Some souls remain awake, while others are lost in the embrace of dreams.

In a humble, unassuming guest chamber, the lithe form of Snake Gu Yu emerged silently from beneath the bed. At this moment, her eyes were devoid of all emotion, a chilling indifference replacing any hint of innocence. With no superfluous movements, her figure swayed and vanished through the window, leaving not a whisper or a trace. Such mastery of concealment and stealth is indeed a rarity in the world.

On the dressing table, a mirror stood, wiped clean, reflecting only the pitch-black night, untouched by light. Yet, within the world of that mirror, a certain ancient deity abruptly opened his eyes!

He knew not where Snake Gu Yu was bound, nor did he particularly care. The paramount concern was that this stubborn demoness had finally departed the room, presenting a fleeting opportunity.

Secret power flowed, transmitted through the divine artifact.

Not long after, a soft rustling sound echoed from the corridor outside the door. A waiter from this very inn, crept into the room, murmuring a low incantation: “You and I both without face, then by all living beings smear…” Horrifically, this was a devotee of the Faceless Cult.

Absorbing such a believer was, of course, a backup plan prepared by Jiang Wang for himself. It might not prove strategically significant, but it could offer a degree of control over the inn’s affairs. For instance, knowing what Yuan Meng Ji and Hua Guo Hui’s master, Yuan Yi Zhi, discussed in the downstairs room, tracking the number of guests and identifying suspicious individuals. And, for instance, at this very moment…

The waiter quietly entered the room, retrieved a cloth-wrapped mirror from his chest, replaced the one on the dressing table, and then silently withdrew. Regardless of Snake Gu Yu’s story, who hunted her, or her beauty, sharing the same room had been a sufficiently frightening experience!

An ordinary, unassuming inn room, yet it seemed to be a stage upon which events unfolded, each character appearing as another’s act concluded. It was fascinating, yes, but for a human, a moment’s carelessness could lead to immolation. Where was the leisure to watch a play?

If Heaven’s Will insisted on stirring up trouble here, then he, Jiang, would depart this place through the mirror, return to Chai A Si’s side, and feign a strike against Heaven’s Will. Let’s see what waves could still be stirred here!

The devotee of the ancient god Yan Luo, concealed his movements masterfully, stealing silently through the darkness, quickly descending to the first-floor hall. He quietly pushed open the inn’s back door.

Under the dim moonlight, he placed the cloth-wrapped mirror on a lame chair discarded in the back alley. His superior’s instructions fulfilled, he quietly closed the back door, then tiptoed through the hall for a while, taking several turns before relaxing his body and yawning as he headed towards the staff dormitory.

“Getting up in the middle of the night again? A bit weak, are we?” A sleepless colleague bantered.

“Roll over, mother!” He cursed with a laugh, and climbed into his bunk. Lying in the darkness, he thought of the god’s grandeur, of his fallen father—whose honor had been restored through the cult’s efforts. Thinking of how he could finally do something for the cult, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, and he peacefully drifted into dreams.

The inn’s back alley was narrow and quiet. Due to the intensity of the Jin Yang sun, the old sign had been damaged, prompting the inn to acquire a new one. The old one now stood in the back alley, awaiting its fate as firewood.

Yuan Meng Ji’s naming of the inn was rather casual; less than two blocks forward from the inn lay a stream within the city, named Lian Xi, and the inn was thus named. Under the faint moonlight, the ‘Lian’ character on the old ‘Lian Xi Inn’ plaque was already cracked, the three water radicals blurred into one, resembling a ‘Bu’ instead.

Standing beside the old plaque was that lame chair. On the chair, the small cloth package was picked up by a large hand. A stout, portly figure carrying twin straight blades on his back, silently descended into the alley, tucked the cloth package into his chest, and then silently departed.

Pig Da Li wasn’t entirely sure what he had come to retrieve in the dead of night, vaguely sensing it was a mirror. Nor did he know its significance. In any case, it was a task assigned by the organization, and he was merely transporting it. Great causes are sometimes composed of seemingly insignificant trivial matters.

According to the principle of the cunning rabbit’s three burrows, the Tai Ping Ghost Messenger and the Ji Feng Kill Sword should not have such an intersection. But the great ancient god was truly lacking in capable hands. For a while, he couldn’t find anyone who could deliver the red makeup mirror back to Chai A Si’s home so promptly. As for their encounter on the road, that was purely an accident.

To avoid triggering the Demon World’s Heaven’s Will, Jiang Wang always gave only vague directions for these several carriages, refraining from specific planning. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even provide directions, allowing them to develop organically. Usually, which evil god to kill and when to act were decisions made by Pig Da Li himself; Jiang Wang only assisted through the Frost Wind God Seal, devouring divine power at any time. Tonight, directly instructing Pig Da Li to come to Lian Xi Inn to retrieve the red makeup mirror was already a special case.

The specific route was left entirely to Pig Da Li’s choice. From the inner city area where Lian Xi Inn was located to the North District where Chai A Si’s old house stood, the distance wasn’t short. But for the Tai Ping Ghost Messenger’s foot speed, it was nothing. He was already accustomed to walking in the night…

“Beneath the blood moon, in the name of Tai Ping.”

Approximately one incense stick’s time later, he arrived at his destination. At this moment, he still didn’t know this was Chai A Si’s house, but he felt a strange sense of familiarity with its dilapidated state. There was no need to hide; Pig Da Li also came from a humble background, later mixing in the streets, using his blade for survival. The reason the ideology of the Tai Ping Dao resonated so deeply with him was because he had witnessed too many restless lives, seen too many ordinary demon races harmed by evil cults. He had truly suffered and understood the plight of the social bottom. What he pursued was not an ordinary future, but a glorious mission!

Following the Dao Master’s guidance, he tried to enter the room without leaving a trace, placing the cloth package directly into the simple shrine. Just as he was about to withdraw and leave, Pig Da Li’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse, seemingly seeing a familiar set of ru-skirt hanging on the wall. But before he could investigate the familiar feeling, the Dao Master’s instruction suddenly echoed in his mind: “Do not delay!” Without a word, he turned and left. Countless times in his past nocturnal endeavors, the Dao Master’s instructions had saved him.

Meanwhile, after finishing his worship of his “big brother,” Chai A Si was hurrying back, being as stealthy as possible. He absolutely could not let Yuan Meng Ji discover him. Esoteric Books Pavilion… j_h_s_s_d_c_o_m First. Publish. Update. After all, he had already promised to be Lu Qi Lang’s inside contact, and only by staying by Yuan Meng Ji’s side, maintaining the posture of a loyal younger brother, could he provide more value for his new “big brother.” Additionally, there was the possibility of obtaining some body refining medicine from Hua Guo Hui’s side.

His route and speed of movement were entirely his own choosing. But by a stroke of coincidence, he almost ran into Pig Da Li, their paths nearly crossing.

In the mirror world, the strategic Jiang-surnamed ancient god, having just digested the power of the pills gifted by Lu Qi Lang, only discovered the problem when these two individuals were about to collide. Thus, he instructed Pig Da Li to quickly withdraw, and had already told Chai A Si, “Stop!” at a location not far from his own small courtyard.

While popping sugar beans as if they were pills and rushing back, Chai A Si suddenly halted his hurried steps and pressed himself against the wall. He chewed down the last pill, directly drew out his rusty sword, and adopted a full fighting stance. His vigilant dog eyes scanned the surroundings, and he asked inwardly, “Superior, is there any danger?”

The sudden instruction from the ancient god must have a reason. But then a voice abruptly sounded from the void, “I didn’t expect you could detect my presence. You do possess some extraordinary qualities. It wasn’t in vain that I spent so much effort locating your residence.”

Just opposite Chai A Si’s position, a shadow shifted, and the figure of Snake Gu Yu, with her purple hair and soft eyes, gradually materialized, her outline becoming clear. It was as if she had stepped out of the wall. The pervasive fierce aura almost enveloped the entire street. Jiang Wang in the mirror world was stunned for a moment.

But Chai A Si, with the ancient god within him, was completely unafraid, holding his rusty sword in a very expert-like posture: “You are?” From his stance to his manner of speech, even the tone of these two words, were eight or nine parts similar to Lu Qi Lang’s. Rounded off, he was also eight or nine parts similar to Lu Qi Lang.

Snake Gu Yu was not surprised by the dog demon’s composure, after all, this was a dog demon capable of detecting her divine ability of concealment. This fellow possessed a rather mysterious hiding cultivation secret method, which completely obscured any flaw in him. She could be certain that this demon’s true strength was no less than that of a demon king.

“Didn’t you secretly plot with that Yuan Meng Ji to find me and then kill me?” Her voice was bone-chilling, having made full preparations for an all-out battle. “How is it that you didn’t even do any preliminary work, actually disdaining to understand me beforehand?”

A demon’s name carries weight, a tree’s shadow extends far. No matter how he had grown, no matter how he had the backing of an ancient god, facing a killer who had slaughtered thousands of her kin, Chai A Si was still somewhat intimidated. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and said, “I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding between us. Actually, I and that Yuan Meng Ji were just pretending. How could I—”

“Speak.” Snake Gu Yu interrupted him. “Today at the inn, you suddenly looked up. What did that mean?”

Indeed, this step had caused a problem… The ancient god in the mirror frowned slightly. Snake Gu Yu now clearly suspected that Chai A Si’s glance upwards before leaving the room was a hint to Yuan Meng Ji. So she had waited until nightfall and rushed over to ascertain the truth. But what did Chai A Si know about the meaning? The great ancient god had told him to look up, and he had simply done so. Snake Gu Yu’s question made him feel the killing intent. But thinking that this matter was under the ancient god’s guidance, and then remembering that the ancient god was right there, Chai A Si’s courage returned: “What what meaning? By what right do you speak to me like this?”

Snake Gu Yu’s eyes grew even colder: “Chai A Si, I know you are not simple. But we have no past grievances or recent animosity; you were the one who provoked me first. If you don’t properly answer my question, I guarantee you will die tonight.” As she spoke, the hook-like Red Moon mark at her collarbone lit up with a faint glow, and gorgeous red snake patterns rapidly spread across her entire body. The chilling deterrence emanating from her body increased manifold! A terrifying demon king level aura oppressed the air, producing a scent of blood!

“Hmph hmph. It seems you don’t know who you’re speaking with!” Chai A Si snorted coldly, inwardly calling out to his superior, his “grandpa”— “Superior! You can’t blame me for causing trouble, right? This female demon came to my doorstep herself! You have to take care of me!”

But at this moment, at the other end of the street, a dashing figure, holding a finely crafted sword, approached step by step. “Iron shoes searched for in vain, obtained effortlessly!” This demon was slender, with a jade-like complexion, possessing an indescribable handsomeness. At this time, in this place, speaking these words, who else could it be but Inspiration King Lu Qi Lang?

A wheel of blood moon above his head, endless night behind him, he alone grasped the starlight, his smiling eyes fixed on Snake Gu Yu: “This time, where do you still plan to hide?”

He, of course, didn’t believe every monster or listen to every word. So after Chai A Si’s surrender, he still wanted to follow personally and observe, to investigate the truth and the falsehood. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon this scene. But to stumble upon it was fine; it was the perfect opportunity to resolve this matter and then turn his attention back to playing with the Yu family of Mo Yun. He was now more interested in the opportunity to touch upon spiritual sense.

As he stepped forward, a sword light shot out, nimble as lightning, naturally spiritual, piercing the night. Purple hair danced in the air as Snake Gu Yu suddenly flipped her palms, revealing a pair of eight-chop knives. The knife light also leaped like a startled swan, colliding with the sword light. Her cold, silent eyes concealed her turbulent emotions. This dog demon had indeed discovered her in the inn, and had indeed reported the news to Lu Qi Lang. If she hadn’t come here tonight, she would likely have been surrounded and killed!

The sword light and knife light collided, producing no magnificent sound, yet a powerful force exploded outwards. It shattered the Chai family’s gate and struck a large pit in the wall of the household opposite the gate.

“Demolishing your grandfather’s house in the middle of the night? Seeking death?!” The North District of Mo Yun City was known for its fierce folk customs. A burly tiger-race man, not even properly dressed, wearing only a loincloth, grabbed a large iron stick and rushed out. Through the massive gap in the wall, he saw Chai A Si holding a rusty sword in the street alley, the fiercely aura-emitting Snake Gu Yu, and Lu Qi Lang, surrounded by sword light like a heavenly deity descended. He also saw in the courtyard of Chai A Si’s house opposite, a stout, large figure who had just emerged, carrying twin straight blades on his back.

“Sorry, disturbed.” The tiger-race man’s voice suddenly softened, and he said goodbye very politely, turned around, jumped back into his room, and pushed back his wife who had picked up a kitchen knife to help. “Sleep, sleep!” Bang! He slammed the door shut, and even bolted it.

Meanwhile, Pig Da Li had just listened to the Tai Ping Dao Master’s instruction and was planning to leave, but just as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard a loud sound, and the courtyard gate in front of him completely exploded. He, of course, also clearly saw the street alley, saw Chai A Si in the street alley, the recently notorious Snake Gu Yu whose wanted poster he had specifically gone to see, plus a stranger who looked very strong… and the tiger-race man opposite who rushed out and then back in. At this moment, he suddenly remembered hearing someone say that the Ji Feng Kill Sword, Chai A Si, lived nearby. Thus, he understood whose set of ru-skirt that was. He felt a kind of melancholy, like his own vegetable patch’s large cabbages had been gnawed by a wild dog.

In this situation, he had intended to greet them, to say something casually. But then he remembered he was covering his face and wearing night clothes, so he wouldn’t be recognized, and thus prepared to leave. Let them fight and kill. His blades only chopped evil gods, only dealt with followers of evil cults. He didn’t care about these secular disputes, for in his heart was the Tai Ping cause, not vulgar matters of power and profit!

But just as he took a step…

Right in front of him, in the center of this dilapidated courtyard, a massive, black lotus, shifting from virtual to real, instantly bloomed! In the center of the black lotus stood a sturdy, bald-headed monk with a six-grade black lotus tattoo!

Black Lotus sacrificial altar.

Black Lotus Temple’s Shu Jia Lan!

There was no need to mention the price this monk from the Black Lotus Temple had paid to track down the Tai Ping Ghost Messenger. Nor was there a need to mention how many places he had run to, how much investigation he had done during this period… For this, he had even temporarily set aside the temple’s major affairs. At this moment, he had captured his target, and no longer adhered to the low-key principle that an underground cult should follow. He wanted to wash away the insult suffered by the Black Lotus Temple, to avenge his horizontally deceased junior brother. He wanted to raise the flag of the Black Lotus Temple, to show the might of the Black Lotus Temple in this Mo Yun City!

Thus, as soon as he appeared, he roared angrily, chanting Buddha sounds: “Black Lotus descends upon the world, ending the dharma for all living beings. If there are those who do not worship, are not sincere, are not respectful, they shall fall into the animal realm, for I, the Buddha, must kill them!”

Lu Qi Lang: ?
Snake Gu Yu: ?
Chai A Si: ??

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