The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 116 The Two-Faced Man, Songyang County

The residence of General Longxiang.

Inside the sprawling mansion.

With his hands behind his back, Hong Yuan strolled leisurely among the pavilions and towers, his 'earth vein listening energy' unfolding beneath his feet, spreading out like a dense spider web.

Within a radius of a hundred paces, he could 'listen' to even the slightest sounds of flowers and trees swaying or withered leaves falling.

As for the guards patrolling the mansion, it was impossible for them to catch his trace; his figure flickered and he passed by like a ghost.

In just a moment, Hong Yuan's footprints covered the entire courtyard, and he frowned slightly.

What's going on with this prison?

When friends come to visit him, not only does he not treat them to good food and drink, but he's also never home.
Does such a person have the right to call himself 'righteous and chivalrous'?
Is it because they're afraid that Mr. Hong will smash their head on the door again, so they're deliberately avoiding him?
But that was just a joke between friends to express their feelings. Surely Song Yinglong, who is in his fifties, can't even take a joke like that?
Hong Yuan sighed softly. He was an upright gentleman who always treated people with sincerity, so he wouldn't let this dampen his sincerity. However, he was inevitably a little disappointed.

However, Song Yinglong's subordinates were a mixed bag, a large number of scoundrels and monsters. Since they were not in the mansion at the moment, what if these scoundrels stole the mansion's valuables?
Hong Yuan felt increasingly uneasy. As Song Yinglong's close friend, he felt it necessary to check the situation to prevent theft by thieves.

With a thought racing, Hong Yuan unleashed his "Other Force Net," and his figure rose with the wind, searching for the location of the mansion's secret vault.

"Ok?"

A moment later, Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing, and looked into a courtyard on the west side, gazing at a brightly lit hall in front of him.

There were no guards around, and the hall door was not closed. Inside, a person was sitting at a desk, working with his head down, quite busy.

Hong Yuan stepped inside.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
He lightly tapped the door of the hall, and before anyone inside could respond, he strode in with a smile, praising, "Master Song is truly busy with countless affairs every day; no wonder he has been able to build such a great empire."

Song Yinglong's body trembled slightly, and he was slightly taken aback. Then he looked at Hong Yuan, who had stepped into the hall and was looking around. As he stood up, his voice, which sounded like metal, rang out: "So it's Brother Hong. But Brother Hong, you never announce your arrival before barging in. Isn't that a bit impolite?"

“Given the friendship between me and Master Song, why bother with these formalities?” Hong Yuan said with a smile.

Song Yinglong laughed and bowed, saying, "Brother Hong is right. It was my fault. I wonder what advice Brother Hong has for me today?"

"If it's a martial arts contest, then forget it. I, Song, concede defeat."

Hong Yuan said, "It's nothing urgent, but I need to leave Linjiang Prefecture soon. I'm worried that my Zhenhai Alliance might be a bit unstable, so I came to inform Master Song before I leave, so that he can take care of things."

Song Yinglong's expression immediately turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your trust, Brother Hong. I will certainly take good care of you..."

"Then I'm relieved." Hong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly changed the subject: "But would Master Song secretly plot against my Zhenhai Alliance?"

"Brother Hong, what do you take me for, Song Yinglong? You trust me so much, if I, Song, were to resort to underhanded tricks, wouldn't I be a beast, neither human nor ghost, worse than a pig or a dog?" Song Yinglong's expression changed, and he snorted coldly.

"Master Song, look how anxious you are again. I was just saying it casually, how could I not believe you?"

Hong Yuan walked straight up to Song Yinglong, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "The paperwork is exhausting and mentally taxing, Master Song. You still need to take care of your health. If you were to pass away, wouldn't this huge family fortune just benefit others? They would probably be filled with resentment even in the afterlife."

Song Yinglong said, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Hong."

"In that case, I, Hong, will take my leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yinglong felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure darted out and disappeared in an instant.

Song Yinglong's expression shifted between light and dark. After pacing around the hall for a while, he sat down at his desk to handle official business.

His mind was elsewhere; his hand moved between sketching and lifting the brush, until finally he put it down and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the kid surnamed Hong has discovered something?"

"Of course I found out!"

A cold, eerie voice suddenly rang out behind Song Yinglong.

Although the voice was low, it sounded like the murmur of a demon to Song Yinglong.

He had only been startled before, but now he felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end. In a flash, he was off the chair and landed in the hall.

He turned back, still shaken, his expression shifting: "You didn't leave? What did you find?"

Hong Yuan stared at Song Yinglong and chuckled, "I've discovered that you, Master Song, are too hypocritical and fake! You call me Brother Hong to my face, but behind my back you call me 'kid.' You're just like a two-faced person. Master Song, you'll have no friends if you keep this up."

Song Yinglong's eyes flickered, and he tucked his hands into his wide robe sleeves.

"Hmm? Master Song, judging from your appearance, are you perhaps enraged and intending to attack me?" Hong Yuan slowly descended from the head of the table, brushing past Song Yinglong, his light words reaching the latter's ears. "Do not move, or you will die."

Song Yinglong felt ice-cold all over, his mouth was dry, and he dared not move an inch.

Hong Yuanxu stepped out of the hall, a gentle breeze blowing, and his figure instantly merged into the wind.

After a long while, Song Yinglong finally caught his breath. Once he was sure that Hong Yuan had really left, he immediately closed the hall door.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, dusk had fallen. A dozen or so figures quietly left Longxiang Mansion.

Two more hours passed, and night fell. An ordinary-looking man left Longxiang Mansion, disappeared into the darkness, and quickly fled.

'They really have patience. I should have just interrogated them directly...'

Hong Yuan sighed inwardly, hanging behind that ordinary-looking man like a ghost.

This man was none other than Song Yinglong, whom he had seen during the day.

Although his appearance and figure were exactly the same as Song Yinglong's, Hong Yuan, with his spiritual sense, immediately saw through him and realized that he was the 'Mr. Wuhen' in disguise.

Previously, when Black Iron Town came to ask for help, Hong Yuan stormed into Longxiang Mansion and fought with Song Yinglong. He had met this "Mr. Wuhen" before, but before the other party could introduce himself, he sensed that the man had some insidious methods and immediately threatened him, "Don't move, or you will die!"
Although he did not know the man's name at the time, as a seemingly 'equal' opponent of the Zhenhai Alliance, Xie Yansheng would naturally collect a list of civil and military officials under Song Yinglong's command.

Hong Yuan glanced at the person and made a note of him.

Mr. Wuhen, a legendary figure in the martial arts world, is renowned for his skills in disguise and illusionary poisons. However, it is unknown why he ended up serving under Song Yinglong.

Now he's even impersonating Song Yinglong.

If it's Song Yinglong's order, that's fine; otherwise, things will get interesting!

After several twists and turns, and about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mr. Wuhen finally entered a secluded courtyard.

The courtyard was not large, with only three rooms. Soon, a short, stout old man came out to meet him.

"Why are you here?" The short, stout old man asked with suspicion as he led Mr. Wuhen into the house.

My identity has been exposed!

Mr. Wuhen immediately spoke.

"What's going on?" The short, stout old man frowned, his eyes instantly turning sharp, and his usually kind round face suddenly became somewhat sinister.

Mr. Wuhen then recounted the whole story, concluding, "Hong Yuan's arrival was sudden; I was completely unprepared, and the last words he left behind were exactly the same as those from that day."

"Fool!" the short, stout old man cursed, "Since that man surnamed Hong hasn't made a move, why bother coming to me? Go back immediately and do your job."

"Where is Master Song?"

"That's not your concern. You just need to play the part of Song Yinglong and hold the Longxiang Army until he returns."

A short while later, Mr. Wuhen emerged from the house with a gloomy expression and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The short, stout old man stood in the courtyard, watching the other person leave with a cold gaze. He snorted coldly again, turned around to go back into the house, but suddenly stopped.

Three zhang behind him, a person stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly.

Fifteen minutes later, Hong Yuan walked out of the courtyard. The houses behind him were deathly silent, and he had already learned a lot of information.

This short, stout old man was one of the twelve leaders of the Red Lotus Sect.

The Red Lotus Sect's original contact person with Song Yinglong was 'Red Lotus', but recently both of them left, and this short, fat old man took over the role.

And the place where Song Yinglong and 'Red Lotus' went was Songyang County!

It is also the destination that Hong Yuan is about to visit, the location of the Vajra Temple.

After leaving the courtyard, Hong Yuan closed the door, glanced around, and said indifferently, "Come out!"

In the dim light, a soft footstep sound came, and Mr. Wuhen slowly walked out and bowed to Hong Yuanshen: "Greetings, Alliance Leader Hong."

Hong Yuan looked at him with great interest and smiled, "Mr. Wuhen, you are said to be one of the most mysterious people in the martial arts world, a peerless genius. How could you be so senile? Did you deliberately lead me here? Is there something you want to say to me, Hong Yuan?"

(End of this chapter)