Borrowing a sword

Chapter 9 Undercover Agent Meets Undercover Agent

Niu Yuanshan is one of the nine stewards of the outer sect of the Daoist sect.

His cultivation level isn't considered high within the Daoist sect; he's only at the third realm.

However, he holds significant power in the outer gates.

Just half an hour ago, he had completed the task assigned by the organization to guide new recruits and returned to his residence.

He had just been stroking the golden mask in his room, reminiscing about his time in the Moon Kingdom.

Although he had been lying low for many years and had already gained a high position and great power in the outer sect, and was deeply trusted and valued, none of this corrupted him.

He felt no sense of belonging to the Taoist sect.

"Everything I own belongs to the [organization]."

"loyalty!"

Tonight, Niu Yuanshan's thoughts were racing because he had completed his last task of guiding new recruits.

"From now on, I only need to quietly lie low within the Daoist sect and await the next instructions from the [organization]."

"Having worked diligently and conscientiously for so many years, I have now infiltrated the inner circle of the outer sect. In the future, I will definitely dedicate myself to making great contributions to the [Organization]!"

These people, who have been brainwashed since childhood, are not afraid of death at all. They only regret that their deaths are not spectacular enough, and that they have not sacrificed themselves for the "organization".

After reflecting on his feelings, Niu Yuanshan's mind was once again filled with the image of that fox-faced young man.

"It's been a long time since I've met such a special newcomer," he thought to himself.

Niu Yuanshan couldn't help but admire the fox-like face.

"These past few years of new recruits have given me the feeling that the organization is doomed."

"Looks like there are still some promising talents!"

Unfortunately, he had to infiltrate the Taoist sect as a menial servant, and he didn't know when he would have the chance to soar to great heights.
Amidst Niu Yuanshan's wild thoughts, the fox-faced man actually flew all the way here.

Outside the courtyard, when Niu Yuanshan saw Huai Xu's face clearly, he was deeply shocked.

"Li Chunsong personally picked them up?"

"And not just as a menial servant, but directly as a disciple?"

How did he get in touch with Li Chunsong?

"This is Li Chunsong! The sixth elder of the Daoist sect, a peerless expert in the seventh realm!"

"After all these years of lying low, I've only become vaguely familiar with him!"

"Just the fact that he looks familiar is enough for me to specifically mention it in my report to the organization last year!"

This is a monster! This is absolutely a monster!

No wonder we shady creatures usually keep a low profile, while he does the complete opposite.

Niu Yuanshan still remembers how this fox-faced man would slap Xue Hu every now and then, with an arrogant attitude.

It made him want to go down and try it out to see if the feel was really that great.

“A genius of his stature, he has his own unique way of doing things,” Niu Yuanshan thought to himself.

In his opinion, Li Chunsong was arrogant and haughty.

It must have been difficult to get his special attention.

This young man accomplished from the very beginning what others couldn't do in several years!
"As expected, the organization is full of talented people!"

However, there was one thing that made Niu Yuanshan somewhat doubtful.

He is a seasoned spy from the Moon Kingdom, having infiltrated the country for many years and is very adept at reading people and situations.

When he made eye contact with Chu Huaixu just now, he felt that something was wrong. The fox-faced man stared at him for a long time.

"Does he know my identity? Did the organization not hide it from him?" Niu Yuanshan wondered.

In fact, Chu Huaixu did know.

"Niu Yuanshan? How did Li Chunsong end up leaving me with Niu Yuanshan?" He was startled.

He remembered this person; he had seen many posts about him on the forum.

This person was an undercover agent sent by an organization from the Moon Kingdom. His identity was accidentally discovered by a few silly gamers, which caused quite a stir at the time.

This incident sparked a great deal of discussion on the forum, including some humanistic reflections.

After all, the current historical context is that a great calamity is imminent.

In this situation, is humanity merely maintaining a superficial unity?
If the Daoist sect has spies from the Moon Kingdom, what about the other sects?
Are there any spies sent by the four major sects of the Eastern Continent or the Mirror Kingdom in the Moon Kingdom?
Later, the silly players even spontaneously organized a grand operation to find the undercover agent, purely for the sake of watching the fun and not caring about making things worse.

As a result, it really caused quite a stir.

Because players are distributed across various factions, some factions benefit from this situation, while others are negatively impacted.
Niu Yuanshan's exposure was the beginning of everything!
Those who benefited from his death called out, "Farewell, Grandpa Niu!"

Those affected cursed him, calling him a "Bull Demon!"

Therefore, Chu Huaixu had just deliberately given himself away to observe his reaction.

At this moment, with his back to Li Chunsong, he vaguely had some answers in his heart.

After regaining their senses, under the watchful eyes of the Sixth Elder, Niu Yuanshan, as an outer sect steward, began distributing tokens for registered disciples to Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang.

The token is both a symbol of identity and a storage item, commonly known by players as the "backpack." It contains approximately three cubic meters of storage space.

Inside, there were already some daily necessities, a disciple's handbook, and the key to the residence.

Niu Yuanshan wasn't stupid; he knew he had to take good care of them, so he arranged for them to live in a very good location. Moreover, their bamboo houses were next to each other, making them neighbors.

After doing all this, he looked at Li Chunsong with a fawning expression and asked, "Elder, do we need to choose a cultivation technique for the Qi Refining stage now? Also, do you have any other instructions?"

He didn't mind showing this side of himself in front of the new recruits sent by the organization.

On the contrary, he felt that the humility, ingratiation, and bitterness he was showing at that moment were all contributions to the organization!

He will definitely be able to feel all of this, to feel the hardships I've endured over the years, and my image in his heart will only grow more and more towering!

Niu Yuanshan felt that he was probably no match for this unconventional genius in terms of ability, so he decided to teach this newcomer a lesson on a spiritual level.

Little did Chu Huaixu know that he wasn't paying any attention at all. Even when Chu Huaixu's words reached his ears, they were directly interpreted as: "Aba aba. Qi Refining Stage Technique. Aba aba."

Has it finally arrived? Is it finally time to open the door to my cultivation?

He immediately perked up, straightened his chest, raised his head, pulled in his stomach, and clenched his buttocks.

Li Chunsong stood there for a moment, then pointed at Han Shuangjiang and instructed, "Give her the 'Bingqing Jue'."

He essentially helped Han Shuangjiang make the selection himself.

Chu Huaixu's heart burned with excitement: "What about me! What about me!"

Li Chunsong pointed at him again and said, "He can say whatever he wants."

Upon hearing this, the fox-faced man almost turned into a Tibetan fox meme.

The Sixth Elder was also helpless.

He was knowledgeable and experienced, and had a deep understanding of Taoism. He had seen all kinds of spiritual embryos and physiques, and even knew how to guide the most advanced Xuan Yin physique.

"The Art of Ice Purity" is a perfect score, no flaws whatsoever.

But this kid's [pseudo-spiritual embryo]...
Damn, this question is so hard!

I haven't taught the underachieving students.

"But it doesn't really matter. Opening the acupoints is just the most basic step. Whether the cultivation method is compatible or not will have an impact, but the overall impact is not significant," Li Chunsong thought to himself.

People with the Xuan Yin physique like Han Shuangjiang can quickly achieve success in any Qi-opening technique, the only difference being a few days earlier or later.

"My uncle chose a [pseudo-spiritual fetus] to go up the mountain. I don't know what he was thinking." Li Chunsong couldn't understand.

"However, there are exceptions in this world. The [spiritual embryo] does not manifest itself, like a bright pearl covered in dust."

"Once you step into the path of cultivation, you will radiate a pearly light."

He looked at Chu Huaixu and thought, "What if?"

At this thought, his gambling addiction kicked in.

"The sect leader and my fellow disciples are still waiting for me. I need to hurry back and gamble a few rounds with them!"

"This little girl and this boy are both special. Using them as gamblers is the best choice, isn't it?"

With that thought in mind, Li Chunsong gave a few simple instructions and then flew away.

He rubbed his hands together as he flew, leaving the three of them staring at each other in bewilderment.

Wumeng Mountain, Biyouping.

The rain has stopped for quite a while.

Still soaking wet, Xu Ziqing stood under the ancient tree, feeling the passage of time.

However, no one ever appeared to take him to the Taoist sect.

During this time, Xu Ziqing filled in all sorts of scenarios in her mind, constantly comforting herself and making up reasons.

"It's okay, there must be a reason."

"Wait a little longer, let's wait and see!"

Later on, Xu Ziqing even started to lose her sense of time.

It's cold, so cold.
He began to tremble more and more violently in the rain, and the once fair-skinned boy's lips had turned white.

The image of the storyteller, who had an ordinary appearance but a somewhat cynical demeanor, appeared in Xu Ziqing's mind.

At first, he thought that this person's demeanor suggested a highly accomplished cultivator who lived a carefree life.

But the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

If life is all about playing games, then will I be the one being played?
In Biyouping at the foot of Wumeng Mountain, the screams of the disheveled boy began to echo:

"You lied to me."

"You lied to me!"

"You lied to me!!"

"what!!!!"

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