Ambush

However, outwardly, there was no change in his expression.

"You've come to the wrong person about this."

Qiangu Dongfeng leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent, "I wouldn't say I'm particularly familiar with that kid."

"He was someone Leng Yaozhu brought up the mountain, registered under my name, but it was just a formality. He only stayed in Shrek City for a few days before running away without a word."

"I know nothing about his secrets or where he's going."

Qiangu Dongfeng shrugged. "Where do you expect me to find him for you?"

The man in black listened quietly without interrupting.

He chuckled softly after the Qiangu Dongfeng finished speaking.

"Pagoda Master Qiangu, why be so humble?"

"The Spirit Pagoda's intelligence network spans the entire Douluo Plane. No one can escape the Tower Master's eyes as long as they remain on this continent."

The man in black said slowly, "Moreover, the Holy Cult did not come empty-handed this time."

"Oh?"

Qiangu Dongfeng slightly raised his eyelids. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's very simple."

The man in black took out a jet-black token from his wide sleeves. The token was engraved with hideous ghost face patterns and emitted a Youyou aura.

"The Holy Cult knows that the Pagoda Master Qiangu has been searching for something."

He gently held the token in his palm. "This Netherworld Token allows you to choose three items from the Holy Cult's secret treasury. The divine artifact in the Tower Master's possession must have needed some special materials to nurture it over the years, right?"

A magical artifact.

Soul-Absorbing Plaque.

These four words caused Qiangu Dongfeng's pupils to suddenly contract.

His aura also became sharp and imposing.

"You're investigating me?"

His voice was as cold as ice.

It's hardly an investigation.

The man in black remained calm. "However, the Holy Cult has always enjoyed sharing things with friends."

"What the Tower Master desires, the Holy Cult can obtain for you. And the Holy Cult only needs the whereabouts of Bai Yushan, and... a small promise."

"Promise?"

Qiangu Dongfeng squinted, "What promise?"

"If the Holy Cult takes action against that brat in the future, regardless of success or failure, the Spirit Pagoda must remain uninvolved."

The man in black spoke slowly, word by word, "Just like this Federation arrest warrant."

Silence fell once again in the council chamber.

Qiangu Dongfeng sat in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, making a soft "tap tap tap" sound.

His gaze fell on the Netherworld Token, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

On one hand, there were the generous terms offered by the Holy Spirit Cult, and the divine artifact he had longed for and wanted to completely control.

On the other side was Leng Yaozhu's anger, and that boy whom he still couldn't understand.

This deal seems like a good deal.

But for some reason, a sense of unease crept into his heart.

It was as if agreeing would mean missing out on something extremely important.

The man in black did not urge him, but simply held the token quietly, waiting for his reply.

Shadows flowed slowly through the council chamber.

a long time.

Qiangu Dongfeng spoke slowly, his voice low and unreadable, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Leave your things here."

"As for the whereabouts of Bai Yushan, allow me to investigate."

Upon hearing this, the man in black chuckled softly.

"A wise move."

He gently placed the Netherworld Token on the ground, then slowly retreated, disappearing back into the thick shadows.

"Then the Holy Cult will await the good news from the Tower Master."

Goodbye.

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Only the pitch-black token remained, lying forlornly on the ground, emitting Youyou light.

Qiangu Dongfeng sat in the main seat, staring at the token, remaining motionless for Jiujiu.

His eyes were somber and complex.

at the same time.

On the shores of the South Sea, thousands of miles away.

The setting sun is slowly sinking below the horizon.

At the top of the cliff, Bai Yushan sat cross-legged in the wind and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clearer than ever before.

After a day and a night of reflection, Bai Junlang's words had taken root in his heart.

The Magnetic Field Rotation is never something that is sought externally.

The answer has always been in my heart.

Bai Yushan slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the surging sea below.

He raised his right hand and gently pressed it against his chest.

There, a heart beats steadily and powerfully.

"Look inward...?"

He muttered to himself, a slow smile playing on his lips.

"I think I understand."

The sea breeze howled, whipping his black hair.

The boy's figure stood tall and straight like a sword amidst the rosy sunset, his sharpness fully revealed.

Just as he was beginning to understand, about to touch that thin veil of mystery—

"Clang--!!!"

A sharp sword cry tore through the sky without warning.

The sword's cry came too fast, too abruptly, as if it didn't belong to this tranquil seaside at all.

The next moment, a sword aura tens of feet long, pure white, shot out from the clouds high in the sky, carrying an extremely sharp edge, and almost instantly struck Bai Yushan!

This sword strike was premeditated.

The person who made the move was hidden high in the sky, concealing all his presence. He even cleverly avoided Electromagnetic Clarity senses by using the clouds and the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Boom--!!!"

The sword energy struck solidly, slashing down on the back of Bai Yushan.

The immense Impact sent him flying off the cliff like a kite with a broken string!

His body transformed into a streak of blood-red light, piercing the sky before crashing heavily into the distant sea.

"Bang--!!!"

The sea surface exploded, sending up towering waves tens of meters high.

The rocks on the Bai Yushan that sat cross-legged every day were neatly sheared away by the aftershocks of the sword energy, leaving smooth, mirror-like surfaces.

"Xiaoshan!!!"

In the cave on the other side of the cliff, Bi Ji instantly heard that earth-shattering roar.

Her expression changed drastically, completely devoid of her usual gentleness.

With a sudden stomp of her foot, Bi Ji transformed into a streak of emerald light, reaching the top of the cliff in the blink of an eye.

At a glance, she saw the flattened cliff and the crimson ripples spreading across the distant sea.

"Xiaoshan--!"

Bi Ji's voice trembled, and her emerald green eyes instantly turned red.

High in the sky, a figure slowly stepped into the air and stood there.

He was a middle-aged swordsman dressed in a white robe, with a thin face, carrying a long sword, and surrounded by a sharp sword intent. Nine Soul Ring slowly rose and fell on his body, revealing him to be a Titled Douluo.

Long Qinghe coldly lowered his gaze and glanced at Bi Ji on the cliff top.

Those who collude with evil deserve to be executed!

His voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his fingers like a sword downwards and gently tapped it.

"Call out--!"

A condensed sword light tore through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Bi Ji's brow!