The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

A strange thing has happened in Ye Yucheng recently. First, children around seven years old went missing, then ordinary people, and now even Foundation Establishment cultivators have disappeared.

This is a city within the jurisdiction of the Xuantian Sect, near the Wuyou River, and close to the territory of the Demon Sect. The Xuantian Sect suspects that it is the work of demonic cultivators.

The Golden Core disciples stationed there have requested support from their sect, and there are signs of chaos in the city.

The sect leader decided to send Wen Yubai with ten Golden Core disciples to thoroughly investigate the matter, and also dispatched Elder Jin of Blade Peak to be stationed in the nearby Moonflower City to provide timely support should any unsolvable situations arise.

Just as Wen Yubai was about to accept the order, a clear voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"I'll go too."

Chu Mingyuan walked calmly to Wen Yubai's side, his eyes filled with determination.

"This is dangerous," the sect leader said with a grim face. "You've only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage; you mustn't act recklessly."

Wen Yubai's strength is evident to all, and the sect leader sent him there with the intention of giving him experience.

But Li Mingya is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Wouldn't going there be suicide? Their Xuantian Sect has countless geniuses, but they don't disregard the lives of their disciples.

"It is precisely because this disciple is at the Foundation Establishment stage that he is most suitable to be the bait." Chu Mingyuan looked around at everyone: "If we send my senior brother to disguise himself, it is hard to guarantee that the demonic cultivators will not discover it."

"this……"

"Let him go," Elder Ling of Purple Sword Peak stroked his beard and said, "With Yu Bai around, nothing will go wrong."

Wen Yubai looked up and met Chu Mingyuan's smiling eyes. The boy winked at him and his lips moved slightly.

"My senior brother will protect me, right?"

"This disciple will certainly protect Junior Brother Li." Wen Yubai lowered his eyes, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"Alright." The sect leader repeatedly instructed, "Don't be reckless. If you encounter any dangerous situations, notify Elder Jin immediately."

Wen Yubai and Chu Mingyuan both said at the same time, "Yes."

-

A few days later, at the gate of Ye Yucheng.

Wen Yubai and his group of twelve disguised themselves as a merchant caravan, with Chu Mingyuan following behind him, his jade pendant jingling at his waist, looking like a wealthy young master.

When the old man at the tea stall at the city gate handed over the tea, Chu Mingyuan took it first and drank a sip.

"Grandpa, are there any fun places to visit in the city?"

"Hey young man, things haven't been peaceful lately," he said mysteriously. "There's a cultivator out there who's been arresting people. If you don't have anything to do, you'd better stay in the inn and not wander around."

"A demonic cultivator?" Chu Mingyuan's eyes widened dramatically as he patted his sword. "What are you afraid of? We are cultivators. If they dare to come, we'll make sure they don't leave alive."

"I see." A strange light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, and a smile spread across his lips. "Then I'm relieved. I hope the Immortal Master will catch that damned demonic cultivator soon."

Chu Mingyuan chatted idly for a few more minutes, then finished his drink and returned to his unit to enter the city.

Wen Yubai stood at the window on the second floor of the inn, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd on the street.

"Junior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Li are in charge of the south of the city, Junior Brother Wang and Junior Brother Chen are in charge of the north of the city..." He assigned tasks, with a brief map of Ye Yucheng spread out on the table.

"Communicate once every two hours using a sound transmission talisman."

"Senior brother, what about me?"

Wen Yubai looked at Chu Mingyuan, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go to the West Market. There are many teahouses and taverns there, and the people are mixed together. You walk around openly by yourself, while Junior Brother Zhang protects you in secret. See if you can lure out anyone suspicious."

As for himself.

The fingertip lands on a certain spot on the map.

"I went to the city lord's mansion. There have been more than twenty missing persons cases. It's impossible that there are no clues at all."

As dusk settled, Wen Yubai's figure blended into the night. The city lord's mansion was rendered useless; he easily crossed the wall and slipped into the study.

Upon finding the case file, Wen Yubai turned the pages, his brows gradually furrowing.

The records were too perfect. Each case was meticulously documented, including the time, location, number of people involved, and the proposed solution. All the conclusions pointed directly to demonic cultivators, yet not a single trace of them was found.

"Heh..." He sneered, turning page after page, each section fitting together perfectly, which seemed deliberate.

Other case files were handled hastily, so why was this missing person case written so carefully, and even a conclusion was reached that it was caused by demonic cultivators?

He pulled out another account book, the records from previous years were basically the same as the copies submitted to Xuantian Sect, but the ink on the latest pages was obviously fresher.

"Worry-Free Village paid 30 shi of spirit rice and 3,000 spirit stones."

Before he came, he learned that Wuyou Village was just a small village with a population of about a hundred people, mostly the elderly, women and children. The land was barren, and in previous years they couldn't even pay their basic taxes.

Besides, where did they get three thousand spirit stones? The city lord of Yeyu City has clearly admitted to accepting bribes.

Just as he had guessed, something was wrong with the city lord's mansion.

Over the past three days, the information gathered by the other disciples was largely the same: it was definitely the work of demonic cultivators. As for Chu Mingyuan's enticement plan, it failed to lure out the "demonic cultivators," and there were no missing persons cases in the city. All was peaceful.

"I've reviewed the files. On average, one person is killed every ten days. It's been eight days since the last disappearance. I estimate that the demonic cultivator will reappear in the next couple of days."

Wen Yubai asked everyone, "Fellow junior brothers, have you gained anything else these past few days?"

Junior Brother Zhao spoke first: "Reporting to Senior Brother, I visited the families of those who went missing, and none of them had seen the demonic cultivators with their own eyes. Strangely, some of the missing persons disappeared after leaving the city on their own initiative."

"We've searched the area within a ten-mile radius outside the city," Junior Brother Li added, "but we haven't found a trace of demonic energy."

Wen Yubai nodded and turned to the disciples on duty, "How is your senior brother in charge of the affairs?"

"Reporting to Senior Brother Wen," a disciple said with a worried expression, "the steward is still unconscious. That day, he received news from the demonic cultivators and went out of the city to investigate. When we arrived, he was already severely injured and lying on the ground..."

Chu Mingyuan suddenly spoke up, "No one has witnessed the demonic cultivator, which means he is more likely to appear at night than during the day. Senior brother, let's try going out at night and focus on checking the main roads outside the city."

"That's a good idea," Wen Yubai nodded in agreement, then turned to the others and said, "We'll split into two teams. Junior Brother Zhao will continue searching the suspicious strongholds, while the rest of you will secretly protect Junior Brother Li."

Wen Yubai, on the other hand, went to see the unconscious Golden Core Steward in person.

A person lay unconscious on the bed, their face ashen white. He gathered his spiritual power and touched the other person's wrist.

He discovered that the Golden Core Manager's Golden Core was riddled with cracks, yet there were no signs of demonic energy erosion within his body.

Strangely, despite such severe injuries, his meridians were completely intact. Usually, when a cultivator is seriously injured, the collision of spiritual energy would cause some damage to his meridians, but this person was not. It was as if something had directly attacked his golden core without any resistance.

Upon closer inspection, he detected an extremely cold aura in a certain crevice of the golden core.

It was neither spiritual nor demonic; instead, it exuded an eerie and decaying aura, deathly still, unlike anything left behind by a living person.

Just as Wen Yubai's spiritual power penetrated deep into the Golden Core, he received an urgent message.

"Senior Brother Wen, something terrible has happened! Junior Brother Li has gone missing!"

"What?!"

Wen Yubai's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly withdrew his spiritual power, rushing to the scene of the incident.

Several disciples stood dejectedly in front of the tea stall, their faces blank with confusion.

"Weren't you supposed to protect him secretly? How come you lost him?"

The leader, Junior Brother Li, lowered his head in shame: "Senior Brother, we've been following Junior Brother Li the whole time, but just now..."

Get to the point.

"Well, an old man selling tea took a few bowls of water," he stammered as he explained. "We drank a few sips, and when we looked up, Junior Brother Li was gone."

Wen Yubai glanced at the remaining teacup on the wooden table, picked it up, and brought it close to his nose, faintly smelling a sweet scent.

"And what about the old man?"

The disciples all pointed in unison to the back of the tea stall. "Right behind the stall, hey?"

Their expressions changed drastically; the old man who had been so attentive in pouring tea had vanished without a trace.

Wen Yubai sensed something was wrong and pressed his finger on one of his disciples' temples.

The latter blushed and looked at him shyly, "Senior brother..."

"You have been affected by a soul-fixing spell, and your minds have been clouded for at least ten breaths, enough time for them to take you away."

Wen Yubai rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, and realized that none of them were reliable.

"What kind of person did Li Mingya meet in the end, and what did they say?"

The group exchanged bewildered glances. One disciple slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "That's right! It was an old woman who accidentally fell in front of Junior Brother Li, saying something about Wuyou Village."

"Worry-Free Village?"