Please Enter the Urn, Fulfill My Wish

During this time, he had investigated many matters. The identities of every hidden agent had been examined from beginning to end.

He had handled it personally. Other than him, no one in the entire School of Diplomacy knew about this.

The deeper he investigated, the more alarmed he became. These cases had been buried far too deeply.

One branch within the School of Diplomacy had even been completely infiltrated. More than half its disciples had utterly betrayed them.

If not for the message sent by Master, he would still have been kept in the dark.

"Among the four paths of Monster, Demon, Ghost, and Buddhism, there must be a supreme expert in the heavenly arts."

"Otherwise, it would have been impossible to forge these people's information so meticulously."

"Such handiwork does not even seem like something cultivators of the Nine Provinces could achieve."

"The most distant spy can be traced back a hundred years."

"Someone from the upper realm has definitely interfered in this."

"Could it be that an immortal is arranging everything behind the scenes?"

Zonghengzi's heart gave a slight jolt, and a trace of awe spread through his eyes.

Immortals were true powerhouses. Every one of them was incomparably terrifying, the culmination of true cultivation.

Shaking his head slightly, Zonghengzi cast aside the speculation in his heart.

"No matter who is laying out this scheme, I must break it."

As a Spirit Consciousness Realm cultivator of the Yin-Yang School, Lu Zhuangren was in charge of distributing the Yin-Yang School's supplies.

In other words, he was what was commonly known as a warehouse manager. His responsibilities were weighty, and his authority was considerable as well.

Relying on this position, he had smoothly maneuvered between both sides and pocketed no small amount of benefits.

For some reason, today he constantly