Inspiration Is Everywhere in Life, and the Rotten Bamboo Slips in the Hall

Qin Yang had originally planned to brainwash Yue Zhi. If one attempt did not work, he would try a few more times, preferably until he turned Yue Zhi into an idiot.

But after thinking it over, he decided against it. He truly did not know much about matters related to talismans, and the Great Wilderness had virtually no in-depth records or research on the subject.

If his plan to forcibly erase Yue Zhi's memories failed, even more things might be exposed. It simply was not worth it.

Besides, times had changed. This Yue Zhi was no longer worth spending much thought on outside of the soup pot.

As for casually pinning the blame on Bai Lin, that had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

No blame wasted if it was pinned; no loss if it was not.

In any case, once Yue Zhi was nurtured anew within the Stupa Demon Sect, it could say whatever it pleased.

Either way, Bai Lin was definitely carrying this black pot.

Qin Yang was certain that this fellow would not die within the fragment of the Ancient Underworld.

And given Bai Lin's nature, along with the Stupa Demon Sect's way of doing things, they certainly would not sit down peacefully, confront one another properly, and clear up the misunderstanding.

Qin Yang had previously thought that the Stupa Demon Sect had changed its ways. Now it seemed they were still the same old Stupa Demon Sect. They had merely learned to lie low when necessary; their essence remained unchanged.

So, once the Stupa Demon Sect discovered Bai Lin, the only thing they would do would be to slaughter him, or beat him half to death and drag him back for brutal interrogation.

If they could neither kill nor capture Bai Lin, then naturally Bai Lin would slaughter