He had even calculated that these sects would absorb Blood Demon Sect Cultivators to bolster their strength.
From beginning to end, he had been used as a blade, breaking through the Blood Demon Sect's facade for that White-clothed Youth so he could reap the benefits without lifting a finger.
"Find out where that White-clothed Youth is!" Lin Taichu ordered the Soldiers. "Whether he's in Yunshui City or Black Wind Ridge, dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find him!"
The Soldiers accepted the order and left. Yet for three consecutive days, the people sent out turned Yunshui City upside down and investigated even the surrounding towns, but found no clues.
Some claimed to have seen someone in white near Yin Feng Gorge, but when the search party arrived, all they found were burned tents. Others said he had appeared at the Qingdan Sect's encampment, but the Qingdan Sect Leader personally denied it, saying he had never seen such a person.
Lin Taichu stood atop the city wall, staring at the distant, rolling Black Wind Ridge, his heart growing heavier by the moment. If he could not find the White-clothed Youth, then he could not know his true purpose—nor whether an even greater conspiracy lay behind this division of spoils.
"Commander, the Qingdan Sect Leader sent an invitation. He says there will be a banquet at Wangfeng Tower on the edge of Black Wind Ridge tomorrow. He has invited representatives from the nearby sects and Yunshui City to attend, supposedly to 'discuss the joint suppression of the remaining Blood Demon Sect remnants.'"
Qian Ming approached with the invitation in hand.
Lin Taichu took it. The handwriting was neat, yet it carried an air of lofty arrogance. He sneered. "What joint discussion? They clearly want to legitimize the