Demonic Blade Golden Cicada

The moment Zhou Feng put on the Mask Gu, the last trace of his own identity vanished.

Blue-green wing dust drifted down. Self-walking Gu covered his body, blurring his height, build, and aura, while the Mimetic Gu Membrane concealed his face. Mingling with the crowd, he became just another ordinary stranger among countless cultivators.

No one could identify him. No one could track him.

Zhou Feng walked at an easy pace, letting the Self-walking Gu carry him along with the crowd. His gaze seemed to wander over the stalls on either side, but his mind remained taut. He quietly spread out his senses, checking the Gu fluctuations of each passerby.

He still held to his original two plans.

The best option was to find a cultivator carrying the Corpse Remnant Gu, create a disturbance when the chance arose, and take the Gu without leaving a trace. He could then use that person's Weird Gu to sneak in and rob the treasury tonight.

Failing that, if he could not find the Corpse Remnant Gu, he would settle for a top-tier Concealment Gu at the Black Market. Then he would stir up chaos himself, draw every eye toward it, slip away unseen, and head straight for the Qian Household's Tribal Land.

He had no way to investigate the Qian Treasury's exact guard rotations or the details of its restrictions. But he had already used the convenience of his Tax Gu Division patrols to quietly scout its general location and outer layout.

Nine Void Mountain was already teetering in the storm, its people restless. The killing in the back mountain had yet to settle, rumors of the Wisdom Gu stirred hidden currents on every side, powerful enemies from beyond the domain watched hungrily, and factional bloodshed was poised to erupt.

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