Damn!

By the time the sky was barely starting to brighten, Liu Yaoyao still hadn't returned. Yan Bing was immediately furious.

That bitch dared to run!

I waited half the night just for her to bring back news.

How dare she?

Perhaps she doesn't want to return to the Hehuan Sect in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, Yan Bing's lips curled into a cold smile.

"When we get back to the sect, I'll deal with you then."

As dawn broke, a small, secluded courtyard slightly opened its doors. Yan Bing shook his clothes, then slowly stepped out. Inside the house behind him, an elderly couple sat with blank eyes, having sat in silence the whole night.

It wasn't until Yan Bing left the courtyard that they regained their senses, stood up as if nothing had happened, and started their day's work.

By this time, the street was bustling. As Yan Bing walked, he was surrounded by the noise of the crowd. However, he hadn't gone far before he stopped abruptly at the next intersection.

Wasn't that figure, surrounded by a group of elderly women, Yankong, the bald monk!

Seeing his impatient expression, yet having to pretend to be a high monk, Yan Bing burst out laughing.

In the end, the Flower Burial Valley sect is somewhat odd. A dual cultivation sect is just that, but they insist on dressing like monks.

This is often criticized in private. The whole sect, top to bottom, has male cultivators dressed as monks and female cultivators as nuns.

One saying is that Wild Fox Zen originates from Joyful Zen, which was realized and created by the sect's founder from Joyful Zen, hence retaining the monk attire.

Another saying is that the sect's founder deliberately did it to insult Buddha.

The common agreement among the Evil Path folks is the second explanation: the entire sect is dressed like monks but engaged in debauchery and murder.

One has to admit Yankong's appearance is remarkable. He's naturally born with vermillion marks on his brows, and although his features are sharp, he can appear genuinely benevolent when he puts on an act.

Regardless of his talents, it must be said that in terms of appearance, he might even outshine the Buddha of the Galan Temple Buddha.

It's no wonder that when he travels, people mistake him for an enlightened monk to worship.

On the other side of the road, Yankong's expression was already tense and extremely impatient. He had sent the Flower Monk out to scout overnight, only for him to not return.

He was already sure that brat had slipped away.

This disgraceful chap didn't know what's good for him. Once this matter is over, I'm going to trouble him again.

His figure swayed slightly as he was pushed and pressed by the elderly women, who were chattering incessantly. He could hardly suppress his anger.

"Master, which temple are you from? I want to go make a wish. Is it possible?"

This one is thinking of making a small offering at the temple for a big wish from Buddha.

"Master, can you interpret dreams? I have been feeling restless recently."

This must be due to too many guilty deeds during the day, leading to disturbing dreams at night.

"Master, is the temple effective in praying for a child?"

This one wants to give birth in old age.

"My daughter-in-law hasn't conceived in over two years."

Wrong, it's likely the son of the elderly woman isn't capable. No need to go to the temple.

Yankong contemplated each person's thoughts but ultimately found it too bothersome. Stealthily, his True Essence circulated, causing a faint ripple to extend only a meter beyond him.

The group of elderly women immediately stood dumbfounded, and only then did Yankong manage to slip away.

Damn it, if it were somewhere else and they dared to harass me like this, I'd squash them with a finger.

He hadn't walked far when he saw Yan Bing grinning cheerfully in front of him, eagerly watching the scene as if it was a spectacle.

"You're no better. Where are your flunkies?"

He naturally noticed Yan Bing was alone and quickly realized, looks like the Flower Monk didn't just slip away - it was a conspiracy between the two!

Yan Bing's smile froze, his face turning dark, then he coldly replied.

"It's good that he ran. He was just a useless waste. Leaving him would take more effort to kill. Your man ran, which means you didn't get what you wanted last night."

"You didn't succeed either."

Yankong put away his smile and spoke calmly.

Given that both of them had sent people, it's obvious neither met success. Now, this is getting interesting.

If even the Dream Realm and Illusion Realm can't deal with him, then trying to outsmart him is not an option. As for seizing by force...

Yankong looked up at Yan Bing and spoke in a dull voice.

"I don't trust you."

Yan Bing responded with a cold laugh.

"I don't trust you either."

If it comes to seizing directly, nobody wants to be the one who ends up empty-handed. Currently, they're evenly matched, but whoever makes the first move will certainly lose out.

"Why not join forces for now?"

Yan Bing sounded somewhat resigned. Back and forth, they eventually still needed to join forces. Those Flower Burial Valley cultivators had no credibility, so it'd be better to work together, where nobody would lose out.

As for what happens after they get the stone...

Everyone knows without having to say.

Yankong would naturally not refuse. He, too, was afraid of Yan Bing stabbing him in the back. The Hehuan Sect's group of lustful cultists have always had the worst reputation; he must not suffer a loss over this.

"When do you plan to act?"

Yankong asked at this moment.

Yan Bing frowned tightly, finding it somewhat difficult...

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"What's so difficult about this?"

Glass spoke up, seeing Han Yu in a state of indecision within his Sea of Consciousness.

It's just a matter of a Pill. Whoever takes it doesn't matter, why bother getting tangled up.

Anyway, as long as it's not me taking it, it's not an issue.

Han Yu looked at the Pill within his Sea of Consciousness, his expression uncertain.

The phrase "a narrow escape" regarding Ping isn't just a metaphor. If it says "a narrow escape," then it's definitely a narrow escape.

And that doesn't even cover the side effects. The real side effect is being hated by Qi Fortune!

It's unclear how this aversion manifests now, but anything related to Qi Fortune is bound to affect a person's luck in some way.

That's what's known. As for the unknown part, it can only be discovered after someone takes it.

So taking the Pill implies first encountering a series of misfortunes, followed by the trials and tribulations of a narrow escape.

Hiss!

It's truly terrifying.

This Pill would only be taken by someone tired of living; otherwise, no one would dare consume it.

"It's truly a pity. If the Pill had been ready earlier, I would certainly have caught someone to test its effects."

Han Yu expressed regret, naturally referring to Liu Yaoyao and the Flower Monk who came last night.

It's strange. After two probing attempts, everything has been calm until this morning. The two cultivators lurking in the background haven't shown up again, as if they never appeared.

When Han Yu emerged from the inn, two heads slowly popped out of the courtyard across the street.

"Are we just going to keep hiding like this?"

The Flower Monk looked at Liu Yaoyao after Han Yu was far away.

Liu Yaoyao, confident in her demeanor, spoke up.

"What's the hurry? Yan Bing and Yankong are probably more anxious than us. Within three to five days, they won't be able to resist taking action."

This is ultimately not the territory of the Evil Path. On the surface, there is the Imperial Court, and in private, there are many cultivators coming and going, introducing too much uncertainty.

Delaying could introduce variables, so the two won't be able to keep lurking indefinitely.

"When do you think they will make a move?"

The Flower Monk couldn't help but ask, seeing Liu Yaoyao so confident.

"When that guy leaves the city!"

Liu Yaoyao declared with conviction.

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