Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 195 There's a mole, stop the deal.

At the same moment, a gloomy and eerie atmosphere permeated the forest.

Biyao narrowed her eyes, flipped her left hand, and the Heartbreak Flower bloomed in her palm. The white petals unfolded layer upon layer, and a faint white light flowed around the edges of the petals, dispelling the coldness within three feet. Just as she was about to make a move, her wrist was gently pressed down by a warm palm.

Biyao lowered her head, and under her questioning gaze, Zhang Xiaofan helplessly raised his eyes and gestured with his chin toward the most violently pulsating shadow not far away: "Senior Sister Ling'er, stop fooling around and come out."

"I told you, we can't hide it from Xiao Fan." Lu Xueqi's cold voice rang out from the shadows. Before she finished speaking, the darkness, which was surging like a tide, cracked open and three figures slowly walked out of the darkness. When the light and shadow faded, it was Tian Ling'er, Lu Xueqi, and a man who was being held unconscious.

"This is so boring, not fun at all." Tian Ling'er pouted and tugged at the Nija mask on her hand in a huff.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored Tian Ling'er's wounded playfulness, sat up, and looked at the man dressed in Japanese samurai attire in Lu Xueqi's hand: "Who is this?"

Lu Xueqi casually tossed the unconscious man to the ground and said indifferently, "The resurgence of demonic energy at Mount Hua was caused by this guy."

Tian Ling'er then shook the ghost mask in her hand and added, "Moreover, he said himself that he was a member of some Dark Wizard Alliance. We felt that he must know some big secret, so we brought him back."

"The Dark Wizard Alliance?" Zhang Xiaofan raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He stretched out his palm towards the man on the ground, and an invisible suction force suddenly erupted, pulling the unconscious man towards him from a distance.

She placed her palm on the man's face, her fingers slightly clenched, and without saying a word, began searching his soul.

The man convulsed violently while unconscious, his limbs stiffly stretching outwards, and he let out an unconscious groan.

The Soul Searching Technique is always domineering. The sea of ​​consciousness of the person whose soul is being searched will be forcibly torn open without any defense. At best, the sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged and the seven souls will be injured. At worst, the soul will be scattered. Zhang Xiaofan would not use it easily unless he encountered an extremely wicked person. The person in front of him was burdened with karma and obviously met this condition.

With his eyes closed, Zhang Xiaofan forcibly extracted and perused countless fragments of memory under his fingertips.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, gently pushed his palm forward, and the blazing pure yang power accumulated in his palm suddenly erupted. Golden flames burst forth from his palm, enveloping the dark wizard from head to toe.

Before he could even utter a scream, he was reduced to a wisp of green smoke by the pure yang fire, vanishing without a trace, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.

Seeing him stop, Lu Xueqi asked, "What's wrong?"

"They are indeed from the Dark Wizards Alliance."

According to the information extracted from the soul search, this dark wizard alliance is much larger than they had anticipated.

The alliance was initiated by two parties: two evil gods and a dark wizard leader named Blade Dragon.

Under the intimidation of the two evil gods and the organization of Daolong, the alliance has gathered no fewer than three hundred dark wizards with formal lineages in a short period of time.

Their objective is extremely clear: to seize demonic artifacts scattered throughout the world, as well as the original demonic energy left behind by ancient demons.

So far, including this Nija mask, nearly two or three percent of the world's demonic energy has fallen into their hands.

This is no small number. Two or three percent may not sound like much, but if this demonic energy is concentrated on one person, it is enough to give birth to a powerful demon.

"Could this be something that Brother Luo and his group planned?" After hearing Zhang Xiaofan's account, Biyao quickly guessed what was going on.

"Most likely." Zhang Xiaofan gave a wry smile, not surprised at all.

After all, apart from these extraterrestrial visitors who know the plot, it's impossible for anyone else in this world to know so much about the distribution of the Blade Dragon, the Demonic Qi, and the Ghost Mask.

"Should we send someone to intercept them?" Lu Xueqi asked directly.

"Of course." Zhang Xiaofan nodded. The reason they went to so much trouble to establish the Global Mage Union was precisely to deal with such cross-regional emergencies.

However, when it comes to who should lead, there is no need for hesitation. Zhang Xiaofan looked at Biyao again and said, "Biyao, go and invite your father over."

"Okay." Biyao immediately understood, nodded slightly, and with a swift movement, she flew towards the main hall.

The hall was still bustling with noise, showing no signs of closing up.

Father Hal was suddenly put his arm around Dumbledore's shoulder, and together they were moving around among a group of wizards.

Father Hal was incredibly popular. His title as the Privy Councilor was already well-known in the Western religious community. Coupled with his naturally outgoing and cheerful demeanor, whenever he entered a group, he only needed to open his arms and greet everyone in fluent Chinese with "Fellow practitioners," and the atmosphere would automatically embrace him.

Dumbledore provided another level of blessing. Everyone knew him as the greatest wizard in contemporary Britain, and wherever he went, people would stand up to greet him.

As for his father, his status as a successor of a Grand Master already made him quite influential in the Eastern cultivation world. However, he usually stayed in an antique shop in San Francisco and rarely appeared in such international settings. Today was a rare occasion for him to make his presence felt.

When the three of them get together, they can almost effortlessly blend into the core of any circle, chatting and laughing together in perfect harmony.

The problem is, this integration is gradually starting to feel a little off.

No one noticed that a very thin layer of gray mist had risen into the air at some point, just like a tranquil tide, silently spreading to every corner of the venue.

The monks who had spoken with the three initially acted as usual, shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries, and exchanging information about the recent situation in their respective jurisdictions. However, after the conversation, one of them unconsciously raised his hand to rub his left eye. In that instant, a very faint, round monocle outline quietly appeared above his left eye.

Then, as if some unseen thread had been touched, the marked mages began to involuntarily move towards the next circle that was still talking.

They interjected naturally, smiled naturally, shook hands naturally, behaving exactly like any other fervent practitioner.

During the handshake and pleasantries, the gray fog rolled in again, and the outline of the new monocle appeared in the new person's eyes, like ripples spreading outwards at a visible speed.

Above the venue, gray fog spread silently, and the outline of a monocle quietly appeared on each pair of left eyes, like a plague that did not need the host's awareness.

Such chaos naturally could not be hidden from Biyao, who had also arrived here and received the blessing of the Dao Fruit.

She stood at the side entrance, gazing at the strange scenes unfolding before her. Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and a burst of spiritual light shone around her. Just as she was about to step forward and make her move, a calm and gentle voice suddenly rang in her mind: "Fooling."

In that instant, Biyao's mind seemed to crash, her gaze suddenly became blank, and all her previous alertness and inspiration vanished, as if nothing had ever happened.

She stood blankly at the side entrance, with people coming and going around her on both sides, and no one noticed her strange expression.

No, to be precise, nobody cared. Because all the mages who brushed past her had the same faint light shining above their left eyes.

Just then, in the bamboo grove in the backyard, Zhang Xiaofan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

The Pure Yang Sword hummed as it was drawn from its sheath. The crimson talisman patterns on the sword's surface burst forth with intense golden light. Zhang Xiaofan flipped his wrist and gripped the sword. In the same instant, he and the sword transformed into a dazzling Pure Yang sword light that was impossible to look at directly. It tore through the sky and burst forth!

The sword light rose from the depths of the bamboo forest, slicing across the ridge of Zhongnan Mountain, even cutting a straight scorch mark through the clouds.

At the same time, above Zhongnan Mountain, first came the rumbling of thunder, then after a moment of silence, a deafening roar of thunder exploded, the brilliant pure yang thunder reverberating through heaven and earth, the sound waves pressing down as if they were tangible, and the pine needles of the seventy-two peaks of Zhongnan Mountain trembled in unison.

Lightning is the most powerful force for exorcising evil, and this is true in any world.

A thunderbolt struck the minds of all those bewildered in the hall. The outlines of the monocles above their left eyes shattered, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air. The fog in their eyes instantly dissipated, and they regained their clarity. A moment later, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Klein sat under an old oak tree struck by lightning, leaning against its charred trunk. He looked down at the half-burnt page of paper in his hand and the charred mark on his palm that was still faintly smoking. He twitched his lips a few times, and finally gave a helpless, bitter laugh: "You brat, you really went all out—"

This time, he was just too impatient; he can't blame anyone else.

I should have known better than to be so greedy and quit while I was ahead.

Fortunately, those who were to be contaminated have already been contaminated, and those who shouldn't have been contaminated have been marked. Furthermore, with the rules of the Source Fortress providing cover, even if Zhang Xiaofan notices something amiss, he shouldn't be able to find any leverage against him.

Yeah, I think so.

Inside the venue.

The mages from Qingcheng, Wudang, and various European and American sects were still looking around in bewilderment, wondering what exactly had caused that thunderous sound.

Before they could even figure things out, a golden light tore through space and landed steadily in the arena.

"Daozi!" Although the monks did not understand why, they instinctively bowed and paid their respects when they saw Daozi return to the venue in person.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded slightly, said nothing more, and instead opened his eyes wide, his gaze sweeping across the entire room like a torch.

On the surface, everything seemed normal, with no sign of any evil activity.

But he always felt something was off, especially when he looked at Dumbledore; there was an inexplicable sense of unease about him.

Dumbledore was standing quietly in a corner of the hall, talking in hushed tones with several British wizards. Sensing Zhang Xiaofan's gaze, he looked up and nodded slightly to Zhang Xiaofan across the crowd. His blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles were gentle and bright, and his whole being exuded a kind of benevolent aura that was as warm as a spring breeze.

There was no flaw in it, but Zhang Xiaofan's uneasy feeling only intensified.

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong?" Bi Yao stepped forward and asked in a daze. She only remembered that she had just arrived here when she saw Zhang Xiao Fan flying over on his sword. What happened in between was a blank in her mind.

"It's nothing." Zhang Xiaofan shook his head gently, suppressing his doubts and remaining silent.

That night.

[Chat Group Channel]

[Zhang Xiaofan, Ye Fan, Xiao Yan, Xu Qi'an's Private Channel]

Ye Fan: "This is clearly Klein's doing."

After listening to Zhang Xiaofan recount the bizarre scene from earlier that day, he instantly identified the suspect.

Zhang Xiaofan: "I think so too. Only Brother Zhou's Fool's Authority can have such a wide-ranging and silent influence."

Ye Fan: "It's like this, if all else fails, let Ning Yan and Xiao Yanzi go. Master Shen Shu and Elder Yao have more experience than us, and they might be able to see through the clues from the details you missed."

Zhang Xiaofan: "Well, to be honest, I've already noticed something's not quite right."

Xiao Yan: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Xiaofan: "I encountered a wizard named Dumbledore here, and his aura is very strange—"

There was a moment of silence on the channel.

Xu Qi'an: "If there are no unforeseen circumstances, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be the base that Klein has chosen."

This deduction is not complicated. The Kingdom of Loen, where Klein lived before his transmigration, corresponds to the real-world counterpart of Britain. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located in the Scottish Highlands, the heartland of the British magical world. It is both a geographical home ground and a comfort zone in terms of rules.

Ye Fan: "My suggestion is to strike first."

Xu Qi'an: "I have no objection. What exactly are the rules?"

Old silver coins are the most annoying thing. Xu Qi'an, a martial artist, despises sorcerers and riddle-solving people like the three royal families the most. Real men should clash with each other in real combat!

Ye Fan: "We need a damn plan. We'll parachute in and just take him down."

The only guiding principle for the people of the "Covering the Sky" sect has always been recklessness.

It's not that I don't know how to use schemes and tricks, but it's just that I find them really awkward to use. Even if I occasionally have to use my brain, I'll lure people to a secluded place first, and then knock them down with my fists.

From the lowest level of the cycle of rebirth to the highest level of the Great Emperor, this has always been the case.

Xiao Yan: "Okay, let's do it this way!"

Xiao Yan did not continue to participate in the discussion in the channel. After Ye Fan and Xu Qi'an finished discussing the plan, he decisively switched to another chat interface.

There is only one contact person on this interface.

Xiao Yan: "There's a mole. Stop the transaction."

Russell: "Received, over."