Over the next few days, Youzhen grew busy.
Every day, he visited the Nine Lords Alliance branch, using courtesy calls as a pretext to subtly infiltrate with his divine ability, steadily exerting his influence over Mu Changfeng and the others. When Youzhen returned to their lodgings that evening, he was beaming.
One glance at that nearly overflowing smile told Chu Mo that the man had certainly been busy with more than their official business.
"Junior brother, the cultivators of this realm really are simple, honest folk."
Youzhen took a Storage Bag from his sleeve and waved it before Chu Mo. Its mouth opened slightly, revealing glimmers of treasure within.
"A rich haul. With these, once we slip into the Nine Lords Alliance, true nature will be ours for the taking."
At this, he shook his head with considerable feeling.
Back at their sect, everyone was wary of treasures produced by the Harmony Truth Lineage. Their reputation was even more widespread throughout Fuli Heaven.
Only in other worlds like this one, ignorant of the dangers beyond, could they sell off their assortment of genuine and counterfeit treasures so easily. Chu Mo glanced at him. "Be careful, senior brother. Don't let petty profits interfere with our real business."
"It's fine, it's fine." Youzhen waved a hand casually and put away the Storage Bag.
"I know what takes priority. Most of what I traded away were life-saving talisman artifacts and Spirit Pills for breaking through cultivation bottlenecks. Before they use them, who could tell whether they're real?" As for afterward... if something meant to save a life failed to do so, the consequences needed no explanation.
The wares of their Hezhen Society rarely received bad reviews from the buyers themselves.
As they spoke, both their expressions shifted slightly. Their divine thoughts sensed a