A Monk Must Not Be Touched

The Federation had countless talented people. If they truly wanted to acquire a few identities from the Three Teachings, it would not be difficult.

Clearly, the Federation did not want to fight a protracted war against the Three Teachings. That was why, despite holding the advantage in the war, they had still chosen to use the evil god relic and draw in the evil gods, whose aftermath would bring endless trouble, to secure victory.

So the Federation had no desire to occupy the Beyond-Heaven and spend several hundred more years grinding down the Heavenly Source Secret Realm.

Zhu Ping looked up. Among this mass of soldiers, who knew how many were Federation spies, and how many had been secretly controlled by the Federation?

"I'm fine! Really, I'm fine!" a soldier cried as he was dragged out.

"Martial Uncle Tie Ru, save me! I'm fine!"

But then a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe stepped behind the soldier and drove a needle into the spot behind his ear. When he pulled it out, a tiny black dot sat on its tip.

"The evidence is conclusive. What else do you have to say?"

"I was—"

The soldier's body suddenly went limp. Before he could utter his pleas for mercy, his eyes rolled back, and he quickly fell silent.

Two people swiftly and skillfully dragged the corpse away, tossing it who knew where.

The inspections continued, but the atmosphere among the crowd grew even more mournful.

Zhu Ping knew these inspections were far from over. Time was tight, and the Three Teachings wanted to preserve as much of their living strength as possible. This inspection was likely only preliminary. Once they reached the Heavenly Source Secret Realm, there would probably be layer upon layer of further inspections, along with long-term surveillance.

*I wonder