Having long since mastered the language of the demon race, Jiang Wang could now converse with the lesser demons of various paths without impediment. This proved to be a great boon in his study of the canine script.

The so-called “correct path homeward” was, of course, not some grand gate like the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, nor a hidden entrance between the two realms. After countless years of blood war between the two clans, such a passage would surely have been discovered.

He sought instead within the history of the Buddhist Sect in the Demon Realm, a method to deceive the Will of the Demon Realm, perhaps even to confront it directly.

However, the World Honored One’s methods, if preached within the Demon Realm, offered little for him to emulate.

Though it might appear that his Peaceful Path, Faceless Sect, and dealings with ancient gods were simple matters of preaching, their foundations lay in a piecemeal collection, a borrowing of the wisdom of others.

He was far from possessing the qualifications to truly preach, to establish a sect or found a school, let alone to achieve the influence of the Buddhist lineage.

Even stepping back, even if this path were feasible, it would not be the work of three or five years. Could he remain in the Demon Realm for such an extended period?

Presently, he found himself deep in thought, searching for a way out.

Thump, thump, thump.

A sudden knocking echoed from the room downstairs.

“Who is it?”

Jiang Wang’s heart filled with doubt, his voice almost simultaneous with the questioning voice of the downstairs tenant.

He had been concealed within the red makeup mirror, residing in this inn for several days. Though he hadn’t stepped outside, he had relied on his immortal-level hearing to perceive his surroundings clearly.

And this form of “observation” was a daily, uninterrupted ritual.

Firstly, it was for his own safety, allowing him to control the environment at all times. Secondly, it was to understand and gain insight into the lives of the demon clan.

The inn’s waiter, the innkeeper, the accountant, and the various travelers entering and exiting the inn – their dialogues, their lives, their joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures unfolded before Jiang Wang like a long scroll, concrete and minute.

Within that downstairs room, a female demon of the snake clan had moved in the previous day. She remained indoors during the day and only ventured out at night. She would lure young, strong male demons back to her room, devouring their essence and blood, cracking their bones and sucking their marrow – a cruel process indeed.

The red makeup mirror, disguised as an ordinary mirror, naturally offered no reaction to this. And Jiang Wang, hidden within the mirror, was even less likely to do anything that would stir up trouble.

So he simply observed.

Especially since the room housing the red makeup mirror was leased long-term from the innkeeper by underlings sent by Chai A’si, Yuan Laoxi, and Pig Dali, with rotations occurring multiple times.

Even Yuan Laoxi and the other two were unaware of this room’s existence.

And this evil-doing female snake demon coincidentally chose this inn and moved into the room directly below. This couldn’t help but make Jiang Wang vigilant.

Originally, he had planned to have Yuan Laoxi’s side send a report to the Mo Yun City security office, initiating a military-civilian cooperation. Or perhaps let the “Peaceful Ghost Messenger” arrive directly, cutting down evil and eradicating wickedness like slicing melons and vegetables, earning a battle merit… He now possessed many methods to calmly resolve this unexpected situation.

Naturally, before doing so, he would need to “move house.”

But now, it seemed, it was no longer necessary…

Jiang Wang confirmed that the knocking he had just heard sounded three times in total.

The speed was constant, the interval between each knock perfectly equal. Not an extra beat, not a single beat less.

This kind of subtle control was the key in life-or-death confrontations.

Strength and will, neither could be lacking.

Thus, he sat in the mirror world, silently washing his ears and listening respectfully.

And thus, he heard a young and carefree voice respond to the female demon: “Surname Deer, given name Seven Lang.”

The voice didn’t stop, nor did the action.

The sound of the room door being pushed open.

The sound of the window being directly shattered.

A sound so light and fine, one that would have been missed without immortal-level hearing… the whistle of a sword!

No need to look, Jiang Wang’s mind could perfectly visualize the scene.

The utterly ferocious female snake demon in the downstairs room, upon hearing the unexpected guest’s reported name, immediately chose to break the window and flee. Her power was more than sufficient, her body technique swift, her choice decisive. As she fled, she also returned her dagger behind her, ensuring her defense.

And that demon named Deer Seven—

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Lang, merely pushed the door open unhurriedly. In the instant he pushed the door open, he had already drawn his sword. In the instant he drew his sword, he had already completed the kill!

This sword… this sword whistle sound…

It actually made Jiang Wang, hidden within the mirror world upstairs, feel a threat.

Absolute Demon King level strength, and a strong one among Demon Kings!

Where did this Deer Seven Lang come from?

For his own safety, Jiang Wang had already digested the relevant intelligence on Mo Yun City countless times.

Although it was said that the demon clan treated one city as a small country, Mo Yun City was not a particularly powerful city-state.

Heavenly Demon Spider Yi, though having a bloodline here, rarely managed Mo Yun City’s affairs.

Demon Generals of the level of Dog Xizai were already considered remarkable young talents within Mo Yun City.

Mo Yun City was not without visits from Demon Kings, but it was rare to see such a young Demon King appear.

Frost Wind Valley was an elite battlefield between the two major races, originally a killing ground for heavenly prodigies. Only there would one gather a crowd of young demon clan prodigies like Heaven Sea King, Stone Rhinoceros Demon King, etc.

And this Deer Seven Lang, who suddenly appeared in Mo Yun City, was like the sudden appearance of Heavy Profound Zun in Zheng Country – an abrupt event in itself.

While making a preliminary judgment on this demon’s strength, Jiang Wang immediately halted his immortal-level hearing. Although he was confident in his deep attainment in the path of hearing, he had no intention of verifying his skills against anyone in this Demon Realm.

This Deer Seven Lang was at least a strong individual at his level. He was uncertain if this demon possessed any powerful ability to detect hearing. Having suffered a loss to Dog Xizai in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Jiang Wang would not allow himself to repeat the mistake, cutting off even the possibility beforehand.

He was, of course, curious about Deer Seven Lang’s purpose and even more concerned about whether this matter involved targeting the Will of the Demon Realm. But he would not let his body take risks.

The task of gathering intelligence could be left to Yuan Laoxi. He didn’t even need to use the power of the Faceless Sect; he could indirectly inquire through the power of the Flower Fruit Society.

He had laid such a long line and made so much effort precisely to avoid danger. If he acted rashly at this moment, he might instead stumble right into something.

Dispelling his hearing, he quietly guarded his original intention. Restraining the dust of thought, Jiang Wang allowed himself to enter a state of “no thought,” falling into complete silence.

It seemed that the sound of wind rose.

But the sound of wind also seemed not to exist.

All divine anomalies were hidden away, the red makeup mirror resting ordinarily on the dressing table.

Suddenly, a tall, handsome demon, with a refined face, appeared in this room with its doors and windows tightly shut.

This demon wore brocade clothes, a fine sword hung at his waist. His face was like makeup jade, yet he carried an air of natural majesty, even without anger.

His cold eyes shone like the moon. His gaze, in a single turn, seemed like a clear stream washing over white stones, cleansing the entire room and leaving a feeling of sudden cleanliness. His actions were so casual, yet the aura of a strong individual was like substance!

The initial judgment brought by that first sword whistle was still relatively rough. Feeling this aura up close at this moment caused Jiang Wang to feel a great sense of unease.

This demon, called Deer Seven Lang, was perhaps stronger than he had imagined. He did not doubt for a moment that if the red makeup mirror were exposed now and he were to suddenly attack with his current physical state, he might not be an opponent.

He had just set up cunning rabbit’s three holes, just moved out the red makeup mirror, hidden himself in a noisy market, planning to be an isolated behind-the-scenes player.

Then, just like this, he abruptly encountered danger!

Fortunately, he hadn’t left any trace in this room. He hadn’t come out to “let the wind out” just because it was safe; from beginning to end, he had sat dryly within the mirror world, enduring the loneliness that ordinary people found hard to bear, cultivating self-restraint.

Fortunately… this brocade-clothed demon wasn’t here to target him.

That tall figure in the room only made a single turn, and then he disappeared again.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, motionless, his heart like still water.

Only maintaining an instinctive feeling for the outside world.

That powerful aura suddenly turned left and right, in just a blink of an eye, it scanned all the rooms in this inn.

And then suddenly disappeared.

As for the snake demon who had fallen out the window, whose corpse lay on the long street, it was hastily collected by officials from the security office.

This young Demon King named Deer Seven Lang seemed to be searching for something. Was his target not that snake demon? Or perhaps… not only that snake demon?

Jiang Wang restrained his curiosity, enduring the impulse to chase and explore the answer.

After a long time, the Mo—

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Yun City security office officials entered the inn to make some records. In the snake demon’s room, they found many white bones.

Noisy commotion, ultimately all dispersed.

The room where the red makeup mirror was placed, with its doors and windows tightly shut, finally had no one else come over.

The sky was already dark, the red moon rising.

Jiang Wang exhaled a silent breath of relief.

Then he became angry.

He had solidified a room rental for five zhu of king’s money, agreeing to a long-term lease for a year. How could the innkeeper allow other demons to casually break down the door?

Where was the dignity of demon clan law? Did it not even protect private residences?

If this were in Great Qi…

Jiang Wang snorted.

Then sighed.

The matter of Deer Seven Lang breaking down the door and killing the snake demon served as a warning to him: regardless of how many hands passed through, how the process was concealed, trying to escape cause and effect and hide one’s existence within the demon clan’s territory was fundamentally impossible.

A casual “accident” could disrupt his tranquility.

Especially at certain times, “accident” was a kind of “destiny.”

He still didn’t know the background of this Deer Seven Lang, didn’t know why he had come, and wasn’t clear if a major event was occurring in Mo Yun City. The level of Chai A’si and the others was still insufficient to contact higher levels…

In this suddenly worsening situation, at least there was one point of good news: the place that Deer Seven Lang specifically checked would, in a short time, likely not have other demons coming to check.

The entire Flower Street was now completely under Yuan Laoxi’s control. Several shops near the Old Ape Tavern had also quietly changed owners.

But the quiet room beneath the Old Ape Tavern had instead become a pure quiet room.

The divine teach law meetings hosted by Yuan Laoxi were not held regularly, usually taking place in the Faceless Law Hall. It had no fixed location; it could be a guest room, a civilian house. Where the Faceless god statue stood was the Faceless Law Hall.

The organizational form of the Faceless Sect was a tree-like structure from top to bottom. Between superiors and subordinates, there was always single-line contact, and individuals at the same level did not know each other. The exposure of any level would be contained at that level, preventing the danger from spreading. Furthermore, the Faceless god statue, representing the great divine spirit, also had a single-line induction with each pious believer.

The highest faith of the entire Faceless Divine Sect was, naturally, the Lord of Hell, King Yan Luo, the God of Assassins, the great ancient Yan Luo Bian Cheng King.

Below him was the Faceless Sect Master, who acted according to the divine spirit’s will.

The next level consisted of twelve divine envoys, representing the child rat, the ugly ox, the tiger, the rabbit… This of course excluded Holy Duke, God Hero, and King Zhao.

One would think that whether it was the Equality Country, the No Birth Sect, or Hell No Door, one could find a sense of familiarity within this Demon Realm’s Faceless Divine Sect. If any “compatriots” were accidentally exiled to the Demon Realm, they should be able to feel a sense of familiarity.

This organizational form, which gathered the strengths of various factions, still appeared relatively safe for now.

For divine teaches without background, the security office’s crackdown was relentless, but despite repeated crackdowns, it had not yet touched the roots of the Faceless Divine Sect.

Under Yuan Laoxi’s hosting, without the need for blood food, without abusing believers, and with real responses given to believers, the Faceless Divine Sect developed rapidly. In an extremely short time, it gathered a large batch of loyal believers.

Even the ugly ox among the twelve divine envoys voluntarily offered to go to Accumulate Thunder City to develop believers… although there has been no news since he left.

The divine teach law meetings were held unilaterally, with no more than three believers participating in each session. Only the most pious believers, those who contributed the most to the teach, could receive personal guidance from the Teach Sect Master.

The Teach Sect Master would lead them in worshiping the god, studying the teachings, answering their various doubts about cultivation, and bestowing corresponding merit methods. Of course, behind the scenes, it was all the ancient Yan Luo God personally preaching.

Thinking back from ancient times to the present, it would be very difficult to find a second god who put in so much effort and was so approachable.

Having truly acted as a god master and begun to preach, he could only feel even more how extraordinary it was for Zhang Linchuan to initially write the “No Birth Scripture” and create the “No Birth Profound Method” himself.

At that time, the No Birth Sect relied more on the No Birth World, which combined many divine powers, for support. But if Zhang Linchuan had been given enough time to develop, the “No Birth Scripture” and the “No Birth Profound Method” would have been the foundation for establishing the teach, the broader future of the No Birth Sect.

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merit methods and bestow them upon different believers, which he already found very difficult. To piece them together into a system was absolutely not something that could be done in a short time. He had no choice but to raise the threshold for law meetings for Yuan Laoxi, reducing the workload a bit.

“Great Yan Luo God, your loyal servant prays to you.”

After seeing off the believers one by one from different exits, Yuan Laoxi returned to the room and knelt before the god statue in worship: “May you return to your peak early, ascend to the ultimate supreme, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations, forever grasping heaven and earth!”

These somewhat improper prayer words, he recited with increasing piety.

That faceless god statue stood in the god niche, emitting a dim, uncertain light, still a bit awkward. After a while, a divine decree descended:

“The waves of the river of fate rise again, a major event will occur in Mo Yun City. Yuan Laoxi, I order you to secretly investigate the root cause, collect all abnormalities, and make early preparations.”

“Respectfully obey the divine decree.”

Yuan Laoxi piously bowed three more times, then stood up, collected the god statue, and quietly left the place.

With the Faceless god statue collected, this was just an ordinary room. Leaving the Faceless Law Hall, he returned to his identity as the first incense master of the Flower Fruit Society’s Water Curtain Hall.

Jiang Wang had reason to believe that whatever major event occurred in Mo Yun City, it would certainly involve that Deer Seven Lang. And the arrival of Deer Seven Lang itself was one of the abnormalities in Mo Yun City.

He didn’t let Yuan Laoxi specifically go check on Deer Seven Lang, so there would be no targeted contact. Even if Deer Seven Lang traced him back, he would not know that he was being gazed upon by the great ancient Yan Luo God.

After starting to play god and ghost, Jiang Wang only understood more why the divine decrees he had heard in the past were all quite vague, even ambiguous, and often required priests to interpret.

One reason was to shape divine authority, making it difficult to be slapped in the face. God was always right, the only mistake was the priest’s misinterpretation. Another reason was to avoid leaking too much information as much as possible, belonging to the god’s self-protection.

It was precisely this kind of personal experience and feeling that allowed him to have a more profound understanding of the divine path.

Investigating a strong individual like Deer Seven Lang, no matter how concealed, was a rather dangerous matter.

But it had to be done.

Danger had already brushed past him; he absolutely couldn’t remain completely ignorant of it. Jiang Wang had to know Deer Seven Lang’s target and understand Deer Seven Lang’s strength. Only then would he know how to face the situation and not experience the same helplessness as this time… only being able to wait there foolishly, without any initiative.

Yuan Laoxi was old, cunning, and extremely capable. Even if he couldn’t obtain intelligence, he should be able to handle the aftermath cleanly.

Chai A’si was high-spirited and advancing triumphantly. Perhaps he could receive a bit more support, allowing him to quickly enter the upper circles of Mo Yun City. This way, he could also grasp the overall situation and wouldn’t be like this time, completely in the dark.

As for Pig Dali…

Just thinking of Pig Dali, the frost flower in the Five Mansions Sea seemed to receive some induction, suddenly brightening and releasing a great amount of frost light.

An urgent message transmitted from the Peaceful Wind God Seal: The Peaceful Ghost Messenger was calling upon the power of the Peaceful Wind God Seal, Pig Dali was in danger and calling for help from his leader!

What was the matter?

Every time the Peaceful Ghost Messenger walked at night to kill gods, he would temporarily seal him and follow. Pig Dali would kill the underlings like slicing melons and vegetables, and he would swallow and eat the evil gods. Their cooperation was considered tacit.

And when he wasn’t involved in matters of evil gods, Pig Dali would always pretend to be profound, act melancholic, and sigh about the demon life within the tavern.

Not involving evil god matters, as a tavern watcher, what trouble could Pig Dali encounter? What trouble could make even his Peaceful Treasure Knife Record unable to solve?

One wave had not settled, and another wave rose again.

Although Deer Seven Lang and Pig Dali were two completely unrelated demons, the successive occurrence of these two matters made Jiang Wang have a very bad premonition.

It wasn’t that he suspected ghosts, but that the Will of Heaven was indeed difficult to measure.

Without time to think, Jiang Wang immediately responded in his identity as the Peaceful Path Master.

Thus, he entrusted his spirit to the Peaceful Wind God Seal and entered Pig Dali’s vision—

He saw a sharp, cold edge splitting his face!

A startled glance…

Night, a small alley.

A ceremonial knife, a bald head, a black lotus pattern.

And Pig Dali’s nearly frozen body!

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