Undercover Agent of the Demonic Sect

The question Yang Ning asked was a secret of the Law Enforcement Hall, not to be shared without orders. Qiao Bin subconsciously glanced at Yang Ning. As an old customer, he knew Yang Ning was just a common shopkeeper at the foot of the back mountain of the Cloudxiao Sword Sect. He had no cultivation and thus could not be accepted as a disciple by any of the peaks, let alone be an undercover agent for the Sun Moon Demonic Cult. Besides, the goods in Yang Ning's shop were of great help to his immortal path; they were both drinking buddies and incense buddies, and the two of them talked about almost everything.

A voice in his heart muttered: This is a secret strictly ordered by the Hall Master!

Another voice shouted: Secret? Secrets are for other people! Could it possibly be a secret from my Brother Ning!?

Qiao Bin licked his lips. At this moment, Yang Ning took a small glass bottle from his pocket, inside which amber essential oil sloshed about.

His eyes fixed on it, and he swallowed his saliva: "Brother Ning, although you are my dearest friend, but..."

Before Qiao Bin could finish, Yang Ning pulled another bottle of essential oil from his pocket and tossed both into the air.

Qiao Bin held the incense ash pot in his left hand and a Lanzhou in his right. He immediately channeled True Qi into his feet, leaped into the air, caught both bottles of essential oil in his mouth, and landed steadily.

Qiao Bin mumbled: "Hehe, Brother Ning really knows people well."

Sitting on a small stool, Qiao Bin was half a head shorter than Yang Ning. He opened the essential oil and sniffed the scent. He didn't look at Yang Ning but kept his head down as he spoke, as if this would convince himself he was talking to himself rather than leaking secrets to an outsider:

"Yesterday, an undercover agent went to the Dan Peak alchemy room to steal a pill recipe, and we caught him. He had a Demonic Cult Talisman on his heart meridian, which the Old Sect Master sealed with magic, and he is currently being interrogated."

As he spoke, he carefully put the essential oil away and folded it into a handkerchief.

Yang Ning pondered for a moment and asked: "Is he a disciple of Dan Peak?"

Qiao Bin still didn't look up, instead watching the ants on the ground: "He is a Junior Disciple Brother who was accepted by Dan Peak two years ago."

Yang Ning nodded thoughtfully: "Understood."

Then Yang Ning asked about other trivial matters of the Law Enforcement Hall, during which Qiao Bin consumed two more packs of Lanzhou. It wasn't until the sky grew dark that he cupped his hands and took his leave.

Qiao Bin flicked his finger, and the sword at his waist flew from its sheath, hovering in mid-air. He leaped lightly and stood upon the long sword. The Jade Carefree at the back of his head and the white robe on his body fluttered with the gusts of sword qi. With a face as handsome as jade, he displayed the immortal bearing of a head disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Standing on the sword, he pulled yet another Lanzhou from the box and stuck it in his mouth, then patted his body.

The next moment, his expression turned awkward, and he scratched his head while looking at Yang Ning.

"Brother Ning, lend me a light."

Yang Ning laughed and cursed: "You brat," then tossed his lighter to Qiao Bin.

After Qiao Bin cupped his hands in thanks, he lit the Lanzhou, moved his feet, and flew away on his flying sword, biting down on the glowing Enlightenment Incense.

Watching Qiao Bin depart, Yang Ning turned around and frowned: "Damn! He swiped my lighter!"

Not long after, it was time for Myriad Things Come to close. The cultivators bid farewell to Yang Ning one after another. After the last person left, Yang Ning walked into the thatched cottage and went before the memorial tablet. He picked up a brush and wrote: "Dan Peak spy captured." Then he lit three sticks of incense, bowed to the memorial tablet of the Late Father Yang He, and chanted: "Spirits of heaven, spirits of earth." The note turned to ash in the incense smoke.

Before long, two Spirit Stones appeared faintly before the tablet. Yang Ning weighed the Spirit Stones and complained in his heart: How stingy...

This world was divided into two factions: the Orthodox Faction and the Evil Faction. The Orthodox Faction was led by the Cloudxiao Sword Sect and the Carefree Holy Land, while the Evil Faction followed the lead of the Sun Moon Demonic Cult. Although the two sides had not yet engaged in a full-scale war, they were like fire and water, constantly engaging in petty maneuvers. Yang Ning was one of the spies sent by the Sun Moon Demonic Cult to the Sword Sect. Before he left, the Demonic Sect had buried the same talisman in his heart as the captured companion; he had to pass on intelligence every seven days, or the talisman would trigger and kill him instantly. This time, five days had passed since the last report.

Lacking cultivation aptitude, he could not enter the various peaks to learn through formal channels. Fortunately, as a transmigrator, he had awakened a system. He could exchange Spirit Stones for items in the mall and continuously improve his physical strength, which was a different path that allowed him to embark on a cultivation journey of a different sort.

Yang Ning pushed a small cart out from the corner of the room and began to restock. With a thought: Open the mall.

A light screen appeared again. Unlike the convenience store products from before, the goods in the large supermarket were truly dazzling.

[Food, Home Goods Section, Electronics Section, Hardware Section...], various product categories were classified.

[Roast Duck 500 Tongbao, Massage Sofa 2 Spirit Stones, Drone 5 Spirit Stones...], all kinds of goods were marked with wholesale prices.

The variety of goods in the level 2 mall was countless times greater than the level 1. Yang Ning thought to himself, if these goods, which were enough to change this cultivation world, sold well, the improvement to his own physique would be simply immeasurable!

Yang Ning looked around; the tobacco, alcohol, and general merchandise were arranged neatly in the thatched cottage. Over the past two years, this small shop had attracted many Sword Sect disciples, and Qiao Bin, who had just left, was one of them. Business was good. He had started from scratch, relying on buying low and selling high to save enough Spirit Stones to upgrade the system, while incidentally gathering unimportant Sword Sect news from his Sword Sect customers—led by the big-mouthed Qiao Bin—to pass on to the Demonic Sect, ensuring the talisman in his heart would not activate.