Who Was Faster? Who Could Possibly Be Faster Than That Bastard?!

The Demon Race had never dreamed that when they activated the hidden agents they had buried among the Human Race for years, it would not be to assassinate some important figure, pry into some secret intelligence, or stop someone from becoming a Sage.

But rather...

To snatch newspapers!

Although the Human Race had reached cooperation with quite a few demon clans, and Chen Luo's writings were also given to them so they could hire Confucian scholars to transcribe them on their own, Central Capital was, after all, some distance from the Southern Wilderness. On top of that, Wenchang Pavilion was always pulling all sorts of outrageous stunts. As a result, the demons usually received the authorized texts anywhere from half a day to a full day late.

So, if those demon higher-ups wanted to read Chen Luo's writings at the earliest possible moment, they had to do what the Great Xuan commoners did—snatch them!

To ensure that more people could read them, Chen Luo had required real-name registration every time the Great Xuan Civil Gazette went on sale for the first day.

Each person was limited to one copy.

That had been perfectly normal at first, but the demons had never imagined that the Town Profound Division had added a hidden rune to the Great Xuan Civil Gazette that could trace the newspaper's location.

In an instant, the identities of the humans who had helped the demons buy newspapers were exposed one after another.

The Demon Race's hidden-agent plan had gone up in smoke!

"Ruined is ruined!" Within Central Capital, a Great Sage of the Qingqiu lineage took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Given the current situation, are we really going to turn against the Human Race?"

"You can't put it that way. A demon without foresight