Outside Qulin City.
Yuyang Daozi raised his chin slightly to glance at the blazing sun, then took a deep breath.
It had been a while since he had come out. Although he was out on business, a change of flavor was always good. The things he had to deal with were tedious and rather dull.
So far, no opponents with profound cultivation had been found among Chu Xingchen's targets; they had simply scattered and gone into hiding, making them difficult to track down.
If they had clear targets, there would be no need for all this trouble.
Within Dongsheng Shenzhou, aside from the other Eighteen Immortal Sects, all were enemies who could be destroyed with a flick of a finger.
Behind Yuyang Daozi stood dozens of cultivators dressed in plain clothes, wearing specially made masks that could block probing.
These were all Secret Council Cultivators of the Great Dao Sect, commanded and controlled solely by its Sect Leader, their identities kept entirely secret.
These cultivators had many merits: high cultivation, ruthless methods, and absolute obedience to orders.
Yuyang Daozi had taken the top-secret operation Chu Xingchen mentioned seriously. After returning, he had specially sought out his master and earnestly pleaded before finally managing to borrow them.
Once this was finished, he would absolutely have to drink his fill of the Heavenly Derivation Sect's Spring Warmth to make it worthwhile.
Yuyang Daozi gathered his wandering thoughts and looked toward Qulin City ahead, which was not particularly large to him, then asked:
"Have you memorized all the portraits Chu Xingchen drew? Especially that dark-skinned farmer."
A cultivator wearing a painted-face mask cupped his hands behind Yuyang Daozi and said:
"We have memorized them all. Shall we begin the arrests according to plan?"
Yuyang Daozi nodded slightly. "I cannot show myself for now.