Chapter 169: Chapter 74: Illusion Demon Sect

“Given the methods of the Four Demon Sects, it will be difficult to find any clues on Zhang Lu and the others.”

Yang Jing said to Wu Siming.

“This Demon Cultivator is too confident. He must enjoy setting up schemes and manipulating Righteous Cultivators like puppets on a string. This kind of confidence isn’t developed overnight. He must have carried out more than one similar plot.”

Wu Siming’s eyes lit up.

“If you walk by the riverside often enough, you’re bound to get your shoes wet. He’s done this multiple times, so he must have left some clues. And his first few schemes wouldn’t have been as expertly executed as his later ones. By that logic, can’t we just investigate similar past incidents at the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion to catch him by the tail?”

He stood up, overjoyed and excited.

“Not necessarily. This mole may be arrogant, but to have remained hidden for so long without incident, he must be a meticulous person. He was probably extremely cautious during his early operations. It’s in the later stages, once he’s established a psychological advantage, that he would start leaving more clues.”

Yang Jing shook his head and said.

Wu Siming pondered for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

“You have a much deeper understanding, Junior Brother Yang.”

“With this Demon Cultivator’s intelligence, he has certainly thought of this as well. A mole’s job has always been to listen more and do less. The moment they are forced to act, they are not far from being exposed,”

Yang Jing said.

“Now that the Demon Cultivator knows the two of us are investigating, he has only two choices. First, to flee the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion immediately. Second, to try and erase the tracks he left behind. If it were me, I would choose to just leave. What he’s done can’t withstand a thorough investigation. Trying to cover it up would only create more traces and expose him sooner.”

“However, these Demon Cultivators are all a bit unhinged. It’s possible he might take the greater risk of trying to kill us both.”

Wu Siming was startled and became jumpy. As a disciple of the Profound Pure Sect, he only specialized in Divine Soul Skills. In direct Magical Combat, he was only slightly stronger than a disciple from the Alchemy Cauldron Sect.

“Don’t panic, Senior Brother. If he makes a move, it will likely be against me. I’m confident that even a Golden Core Demon Cultivator couldn’t take me down without alerting the Array. That Demon Cultivator knows this too, so before he acts, he’ll definitely sneak into the Array Department to tamper with things first. Senior Brother, you must remind the Array Department to be on high alert,”

Yang Jing said.

Wu Siming nodded solemnly.

“Rest assured, Junior Brother. We might just be able to capture this Demon Cultivator in the Array Department!”

As the discoverer of the Five Aggregates Demon and a Demon Patrol Envoy who had killed nearly two hundred Demon Cultivators, Yang Jing was under the least suspicion. After just one day of sitting across from Wu Siming, he was completely free to go.

When he returned to his residence, he found his four disciples sitting in a circle in the courtyard, weapons in hand, their expressions wary.

When they saw Yang Jing return, the other three disciples were calm, but Chi Yu threw herself directly into Yang Jing’s arms.

Yang Jing rubbed her chubby little face and picked her up.

“Nothing unusual happened while I was away, right?”

Before going to the banquet, he had instructed Iron Head to guard the residence strictly. Unless someone could produce a military order from the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion, no one was to be let in.

Iron Head shook his head.

“Master, I stayed up all night and didn’t notice anything unusual. Even common insects, birds, and rats were kept outside the walls. Yesterday, a squad of soldiers came by, saying they were under orders from Meng Sima to guard the residence. I didn’t let them in, so they stood watch at the outer gate all night and only left about an hour ago.”

Yang Jing nodded.

Iron Head had already heard about yesterday’s family banquet from the soldiers.

“Master, do you already have a suspect in mind?”

Yinjiao asked.

He knew his Master was a meticulous thinker and had probably already reached a conclusion.

Yang Jing nodded.

“I have a general idea of who the suspect is.”

He placed Chi Yu on his shoulder and said,

“If I’m not mistaken, it won’t be long before this Demon Cultivator comes knocking on our door himself.”

Hearing Yang Jing’s words, the four disciples all tensed up. They had complete faith in what he said.

So Yang Jing and his four disciples drank tea and chatted while they waited for the Demon Cultivator to arrive. He also discussed with them how to deal with the Demon Cultivator when he appeared, and took the opportunity to test Chi Yu’s Cultivation.

During this time, an uneasy Iron Head patrolled several times, even taking the Token he had received from the Array Department to meticulously inspect the protective Array around the residence.

Nearly eight hours passed like this, but still, there was nothing unusual.

Chi Yu rested her chubby little face on the table and let out a bored yawn. Even Yang Jing felt a trace of awkwardness. ’Could I have been wrong?’

Just then, Yang Jing and Iron Head suddenly whipped their heads to the side, on alert. Even Chi Yu instantly became vigilant. Seeing the reactions of the three, Yinjiao immediately activated the Canglang Sword he had kept ready at his side.

Even Ji Feng, the least experienced in Magical Combat, frantically gripped a Magical Saber in her hand.

“Impressive Dharma Eye, to be able to see through my Illusion Demon Concealing Technique from over seventy yards away. Not even every Golden Core Cultivator could do that.”

A burst of applause suddenly came from the darkness.

“Yang Jing, there are far too few people in the Six Great Sects who are as smart and capable as you. Toying with those idiots made me a little too arrogant. That’s why I went a bit too far and let you find my weak spot.”

A blurry black shadow passed through the Array and the courtyard wall as if they were nothing, drifting into the residence.

Yang Jing took out his Flying Sword from his Storage Bag, his tone calm as he said,

“Senior Brother Wu, I didn’t expect you to be a member of the Illusion Demon Sect.”

The black shadow paused. He hadn’t expected his identity to be exposed so quickly.

“That’s right. Yesterday, during our conversation, you specifically told me to pay close attention to the Array Department, saying a Demon Cultivator might tamper with it. It wouldn’t be difficult to guess my identity from that.”

The illusory black mist shrouding the shadow dissipated, revealing Wu Siming’s face. Compared to his previous refined and gentle appearance, his features now held a hint of malevolence.

The moment Wu Siming appeared, he used his Magical Power to activate a Token. The Array enveloping the residence suddenly reversed, changing from a protective Array facing outward to a Sealing Array facing inward.

He said with a wicked smile.

“This is an Array Token from the secret vault of the Array Department. It’s specifically for this residence’s Array Restriction, and its authority is higher than the one you carry. Now, even if we fight until the sky falls, no one outside will notice a thing.”

“I do have one question, though,”

Yang Jing said.

“While I was with you earlier, I was observing you constantly. Your demeanor, your Magical Power, even the subtle shifts in your facial muscles… you didn’t reveal a single flaw. I’m very confident in my eyes, so I’m genuinely curious how you managed it.”

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