I'm determined to become an immortal!

He Sheng developed a passive early warning function similar to screening and detection only after he became familiar with the use of divine sense and fully mastered the subtle ripples.

Simply put, once the divine sense, enhanced by the subtle ripples of the realm of enlightenment, extends more than ten miles, it can detect too much information. If one were to investigate every little detail, it would only lead to mental exhaustion.

Therefore, He Sheng used it as a specialized radar.

For example, right now, his divine sense is only feeding back information about Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, ignoring all other information.

This way, he can concentrate on other things while receiving timely feedback from his divine sense.

"It's Old Xu who's back."

As the other party rapidly approached, He Sheng had already matched the figure with the one in Wu Feng's memories from the Soul Search.

After tidying up briefly, he summoned Kou Xiang'er.

"Now tell me exactly how you saw through my disguise before?"

There must be no concealment whatsoever!

As soon as Kou Xiang'er arrived, He Sheng increased the intensity again. The woman, naturally, dared not hide anything and quickly said:

It's body odor.

Wu Gongfeng was an ascetic monk who spent his days either cultivating or processing spiritual materials and refining weapons with fire. He had an inescapable smell of smoke and rust on him.

But the senior possessed a cool, clear aura, pure and untouched by dust—completely different from the other.

Upon hearing this, He Sheng was slightly taken aback.

He never expected that he would slip up in such a place.

He imitated Wu Feng's tone and expression, even deliberately lowering his voice and disguising his spiritual energy fluctuations, but he completely ignored the most essential 'scent' of this body.

But the smell of this stuff is really hard to fake, unless he goes to the weapon-refining room and fumigates it for a while.

He Sheng thought for a moment before saying:

"Old Xu will be back soon, just do as I say..."

He Sheng lowered his voice and gave a very fast explanation.

Finally, he stared into Kou Xiang'er's eyes and said calmly:

"Hopefully you're a smart person, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, the aura he had been suppressing suddenly changed.

boom!

An incredibly terrifying pressure erupted instantly, engulfing the small Wanzhi Residence like a tsunami.

In that instant, Kou Xiang'er felt as if the sky had fallen.

Late foundation building!

Although the aura was only fleeting, it quickly dropped back to the early Foundation Establishment stage, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Ke Kou Xiang'er was already drenched in sweat, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Only then did she realize that the imposter 'Wu Feng' in front of her was actually a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. No wonder he was so audacious!

"S-senpai..."

Kou Xiang'er opened her mouth to express her loyalty, but her voice trembled and became incoherent.

He Sheng waved his hand to interrupt her, his expression returning to its previous indifference and calm:

"No need for further explanation, just start setting up as I instructed."

Kou Xiang'er took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in her heart, nodded vigorously, turned and walked towards the door. Although her back looked thin, it carried an air of determination.

......

Xu Qiancheng rode the bronze-headed unicorn across the river and landed directly at the entrance of the market.

He landed with a slightly hurried motion, casually put the bronze-headed unicorn into his beast-taming ring, and then strode into the market.

Throughout the journey, Xu Qiancheng's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

The moment he stepped into the imposing bluestone pavilion of the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce's Lower Yangtze branch, the waiter guarding the front hall greeted him with a beaming smile and reported:

"Report to Elder Xu that Wu Gongfeng returned a few hours ago. After I told him that Wanzhi Residence had invited him, he went directly to the backyard."

"understood."

Xu Qiancheng snorted coldly, and without stopping, he walked straight through the front hall and strode quickly towards the inner courtyard.

He left early in the morning because he received a message from the leaders of the Black Mountain.

The group of thieves from Hedong actually refused to continue, demanding immediate payment of the promised reward for conquering the mountain, or they would withdraw.

The reason is quite simple.

Firstly, the Black Mountain gang launched an attack on Changyang Mountain yesterday, intending to catch the He family off guard, but unexpectedly suffered a great loss, losing nearly half of their manpower.

Secondly, it was because the Black Mountain Clan had uncovered a shocking secret—the He family's secret treasury in Changyang Mountain had been emptied by an insider!

The He family now is nothing more than a glamorous shell.

Xu Qiancheng initially thought this was just an excuse for the group of cultivators to change their tune and bargain.

But to his surprise, after going out for a walk, he found that the news was already spreading like wildfire, with even the person who stole the secret vault speaking in great detail.

It was He Yiyang, who had previously been in charge of the Hejiafang Market business, and his brother-in-law Ji Yunlai was an accomplice!

"This Ji Yunlai has been infected with the Soul-Devouring Gu bestowed by the Sixth Miss, and Wu Feng has used this to completely control him."

But why was there no prior warning? Could it be that Wu Feng was pulling strings behind the scenes?

Xu Qiancheng knew very well that Lin Wanrou had arranged for Wu Feng to get close to Ji Yunlai in order to secretly control He Yiyang through this pawn.

If He Yiyang and Ji Yunlai really did steal the valuables from the He family's secret vault, it would likely benefit Wu Feng in the end, which is why he rushed back.

"He Sheng has been plundering the Yinsha River for nearly twenty years, and the amount of resources accumulated in the He family's secret vault is by no means small."

If this wealth were to fall into Wu Feng's hands, he might not be willing to remain under Miss Liu's control; he might simply abscond with the money!

Xu Qiancheng's eyes were sinister, and a murderous intent had already arisen in his heart.

He knew in his heart that since Wu Feng had returned, it meant that he had most likely not succeeded yet, and this was the last window of opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped into Wanzhi Residence.

Kou Xiang'er was sweeping in the main hall when she saw Old Master Xu return. She quickly put down her work, stepped forward, bowed, and said:

"Wu Gongfeng has been waiting in the side room for a while now."

Xu Qiancheng glanced at her and gave the order in a condescending manner:

"Go and invite Master Wu here, and prepare some fine spiritual tea and fruit. I need to discuss important matters with Master Wu."

As the Sixth Miss's personal bodyguard and a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his status was naturally much higher than Kou Xiang'er's.

"Yes."

Kou Xiang'er lowered her head, looking submissive, and hurriedly went to the side room after receiving the order.

Xu Qiancheng then naturally sat down in the hall to wait.

"No matter what, even if we have to use every means at our disposal, we must make Wu Feng hand over control of Ji Yunlai and his contact information!"

Xu Qiancheng was just planning how to coerce and entice Wu Feng when Wu Feng's voice suddenly rang out.

"Greetings, Elder Xu."

Just as Old Xu came to his senses and was about to say something, a blinding flash of blood suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Ah!

A flash of blood, accompanied by a mournful wail like that of a vengeful spirit, pierced straight into his brow and sea of ​​consciousness.

Xu Qiancheng felt a tearing pain between his eyebrows and instantly lost his senses.

at the same time,

A streak of light, light blue, shot out from behind the hall; it was a turquoise silk umbrella.

After the ritual implement opened above Old Xu's head, a torrent of water descended, instantly covering him completely.

"not good!"

Xu Qiancheng felt a strong sense of foreboding; the shadow of death loomed over him.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he immediately bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence at the critical moment of life and death.

The moment his essence spurted out, his consciousness surged, forcibly pulling him out of his dazed state.

Before he could even see what was happening, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in his ears:

"break!"