Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Tian Tong smiled slightly:

"What minor repair?"

"If he succeeds, he will reach the mid-stage like you, and you will have to call him a fellow Daoist then."

Yu Caiying smiled and said:

"Senior brother is used to speaking eloquently, but since it's just the two of us here, we can speak more clearly."

"I've investigated Yan Cheng's background. He's only been in the palace for three months. How could he have cultivated forty-nine strands of malevolent energy?"

"He must have secretly borrowed a large sum of Yin Sha loan from the Holy Maiden, hoping to curry favor with both of them, and then came to curry favor with you, Senior Brother."

"I have already asked Chen Caimin. This guy has been exchanging for a Wufang Pill and then a Kaifu Pill over the past few days."

"Aside from those useless cultivators who borrow money to cultivate, who needs to exchange it for an Opening Palace Pill?"

"But he's also a bit clever. He's afraid that his senior brother will take advantage of his breakthrough to make a move, so he refuses to go into seclusion under our protection."

"Actually, Senior Brother didn't need to care about him. This kind of fool who tries to force growth, his cultivation isn't something he did himself, his Qi Palace isn't something he opened up on his own, what are the chances of him breaking through?"

"How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of me, saying that you should not rely on external forces or get involved in karma? It's laughable."

Tendo remained noncommittal, his smile unchanged.

That's the logic.

"The premise is that he doesn't have any adult support behind him."

Yu Caiying smiled gently:

"Senior brother, are you referring to the Holy Maiden?"

"For the Holy Maiden to help a junior cultivator who has been in the temple for less than three months to reach the initial stage of perfection must have cost a lot of money, so it can be considered a great help."

"But when did she ever care whether those who borrowed the evil energy could succeed?"

"Anyway, she has the Hundred Birds Returning to Their Nest Talisman in hand. Once the person who failed the breakthrough dies, won't she get all the resources she spent back?"

Tiantong shook his head:

"The 'adult' I'm referring to isn't the saintess."

He pointed to an empty room on the second floor, where no red dot could be seen.

Yu Caiying looked in the direction he was pointing, and her eyes, which had been full of smiles, gradually narrowed:

"This is... Xiao Xiu's room?"

"Why can't the treasure basin reflect his image? Could it be that he has failed and died?"

Tendo's lips curled slightly upwards, but his eyes didn't seem to hold much of a smile.

"The Soul-Observing and Fate-Seeing Treasure Basin consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, so I have not been able to observe it continuously."

"But when I activated the treasure basin last time, its aura was no longer visible here."

"Of course, the wonders of the treasure basin are limited."

"It can only illuminate where there are cultivators inside and outside the hall, marking them with red lights, but it cannot distinguish the specific origin of the red lights."

"A red light was seen in his room; the light could be him or someone else."

"The absence of red light can be interpreted in many ways; it could be that someone has died, gone out, or..."

"Someone powerful is covering for him."

Yu Caiying was immediately horrified.

Not every true disciple in the hall has this ability. The one Tian Tong was referring to could only be Huang Tong, who cultivates the Mist Technique!

Huang Tong's aura was never indicated by the treasure basin.

That was because of the Unstable Mist. This true disciple of the palace refined the mist into a black mist that corroded the Yin, wrapped around his face, and blocked his aura and senses.

Even artifacts at the Foundation Establishment level or above could not locate her aura.

Those who possess the unpredictable mist yet can be marked by the treasure basin are only a group of silk weavers.

That was because His Highness had planted a contingency plan inside their bodies beforehand...

If Yan Cheng could also remain undetected by the treasure basin, as far as Yu Caiying knew, there was only one possibility.

It was Huang Tong who planted the Unstable Mist inside his body!

"Since you have become suspicious, why don't you use your aura-gazing technique to examine him directly?"

Tiantong remarked with emotion:

"Here you go again. Every time you panic, you can't help but ask some thoughtless questions."

"There are many strange things in the palace that we can't understand. We can't possibly investigate everything, can we? What if we actually find something out?"

Yu Caiying was speechless.

Regardless of whether Huang Tong tampered with Yan Cheng's body, unless she brings it up herself.

Otherwise, the best course of action for the corpse cultivators below is to pretend they haven't noticed anything.

Unlike Tian Tong, Yu Caiying doesn't have a get-out-of-jail-free card.

If they don't know what's good for them, Huang Tong can easily replace them with a more obedient dog in no time!

The silence stretched on, and after a long while, she finally uttered a single sentence:

"The Silk Weaver... well, it's not necessarily true that a male cultivator can't be the one to play that role."

The child laughed loudly:

"If it were me, I wouldn't waste time trying to guess what arrangements the adults have made on Yan Cheng!"

"If he can't succeed, then let's not talk about anything else."

"If he breaks through the barrier, he will become our brother and friend, and will be of great help in gaining more rewards in the secret realm in the future."

He glanced down at the two streaks of red light that were blindly approaching Yan Cheng's room from the second floor, and sneered:

"We, as mid-stage players, at least know when to advance and when to retreat, which is better than some mad dogs who can't see the situation clearly and bite indiscriminately!"

……

On the second-floor corridor of the Hall of Longevity, two figures used their escape techniques to travel at a speed faster than a flying bird to Yan Cheng's room.

Both of them were at the initial stage of perfect cultivation, possessing the movement technique "Flying Fox Step", the sword technique "White Snake Spits Venom", and the secret technique "Concealing Breath Technique". They had all three essential skills of an initial stage corpse cultivator, making them capable assistants in the loan sharking team.

The longsword in his hand was a top-tier weapon forged by Yang Fire; ordinary corpse cultivators wouldn't have the means to purchase one even if they wanted to!

The incident of the executioner's head caused a great uproar in the palace that day, and these two men, like their colleagues, took the opportunity to commit crimes and make a profit.

When the two joined forces, their coordination was seamless, and their combat power was outstanding. No cultivator of the same realm could withstand fifteen rounds under their swords.

As for fighting two against one, it doesn't sound very honorable and would damage the saintess's reputation.

Just kidding, lending teams always prioritize efficiency.

Those fools who seek empty fame and abandon real benefits should head south to join a righteous sect instead of wasting their lives in immortal sects.

They had no idea who their target, Yan Cheng, was, nor did they understand why the Holy Maiden wanted him dead.

As qualified assassins and loan collectors, they have clear goals and unwavering determination.

Anyone who gets their eyes on is doomed!

What's more, a cultivator who is in seclusion breaking through to a breakthrough and has no awareness of the outside world?

However, there are always exceptions in this world.

The two arrived at Yan Cheng's door, but before they could even swing their swords to break down the door, it opened by itself.

A figure with an incredibly solid aura stepped out of the shadows, passed through the countless entangled threads behind the door, and walked nonchalantly to the two people.

He glanced at the two dumbfounded corpse cultivators, his deep purple eyes, which held a restrained brilliance, curving slightly:

"It seems to be a little faster than expected, so the prepared silk thread is no longer needed."

"No problem, I'll take care of it myself."

Before the two corpse cultivators could react, Yan Cheng's fist pierced through the clouds like a ray of sunlight, instantly striking their faces!