Seeking immortality begins with daily intelligence reports.

In the eyes of a Golden Core cultivator, a Foundation Establishment cultivator is nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

Zhou Ren knew almost all the prominent Foundation Establishment members of the Zhao family, but he had never heard of any of them also having the identity of a Talisman Master.

That's most likely a Qi refining skill.

Since it's about refining Qi, it's even less worthwhile for a Golden Core cultivator to personally take action.

This kind of thing is perfectly fine to have his disciple do it for him.

As for why the master was angry?

Along the way, Zhou Ren also figured out some clues.

It is mostly related to the death of his junior brother, Han Yuanhua.

Although he and Han Yuanhua were from the same school, they had little affection for each other.

Upon hearing of Han Yuan's death, his first reaction was:

That good-for-nothing is dead, but if he had actually built a foundation, he would have been a threat to me.

In fact, he should thank that unknown talisman master.

As far as he knew, there were three people who killed Han Won-hwa:

The Zhao family's twin sisters, the elder sister has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. At this critical juncture, the demonic path has already made its move, while he and his master have already submitted to the Blood Soul Sect.

We can't just do whatever we want to those two from the Zhao family.

The situation is still unclear, and it's not time to completely break ties yet.

Therefore, only this talisman master remains.

Zhou Ren put himself in his master's shoes and immediately understood:

He originally had four disciples, but two of them died unexpectedly. Of the remaining two disciples, one of them was killed. The master couldn't just remain silent.

He had to kill someone to vent his anger; otherwise, how could he have peace of mind?

"If this matter is handled well, we can ask our master for another reward. This is the only time when Han Yuanhua will be of any use."

As Zhou Ren pondered, he already had a plan in mind. A smile appeared on his lips, and he felt that everything was under his control.

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The next day at noon, Li Shencai finally woke up.

Even though I slept for a long time, I still felt unwell and exhausted.

As he washed his face while looking in the bronze mirror, his right eyelid twitched involuntarily.

It made his heart tighten instinctively, as if something big was about to happen.

"We need to hand over that jade slip as soon as possible."

Li Shen muttered to himself silently, rubbed his right eyelid, turned around, dressed, and then pushed open the door to leave.

They happened to bump into Zhang Hong, who was also about to leave.

"Fellow Daoist Li, did you sleep well?"

Zhang Hong greeted him with a smile.

Li Shen forced a smile:

"Not bad."

After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and asked:

"Master Zhang, do you know where Miss Zhao lives?"

Zhang Hong was slightly taken aback. There were several young ladies in the Zhao family, but he naturally knew who Li Shen was asking about.

Seeing his serious expression, as if he really had something important to say, she put aside her joking thoughts and told him the truth.

Soon, Li Shen arrived at the inner courtyard.

Because of his status as a talisman master, the gatekeeper on duty did not stop him; on the contrary, he was very respectful.

He walked for a while longer and came to a quiet courtyard.

Because of the restrictions, Li Shen had to stop.

Fortunately, we can see part of the scene in the courtyard.

Li Shen looked up and saw a long dress flowing in the wind, her steps light as a dance.

It was Zhao Qian.

She noticed someone outside, sheathed her sword and turned around. When she saw it was him, a hint of doubt flashed between her brows.

"Fairy Zhao"

Li Shen bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

Zhao Qian nodded slightly, walked to the edge of the barrier, and asked through the faint spiritual light:

"What are you doing here?"

"I have something important to discuss with you, concerning the Blood Soul Sect."

Li Shen didn't beat around the bush and looked directly at her:

"May I come in for a chat?"

Blood Soul Sect?

Zhao Qian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then raised her hand and waved it open, creating a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

"Come in."

She stepped aside, but her gaze lingered on Li Shen for a moment longer than intended.

Last night, during a private conversation with her sister in her bedroom, she mentioned Li Shen again.

Zhao Qian didn't understand why her sister would take the blame for killing Han Yuanhua.

Zhao Ying explained to her that although it was a certainty that Han Yuanhua was a traitor, dying at the hands of the disciples of the three sects was a different matter from dying at the hands of a rogue cultivator.

To be honest, Han Yuanhua was, after all, Master Chen's disciple and a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining. It was inevitable that Master Chen would make things difficult for Li Shen if he died at the hands of a rogue cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining.

Rather than doing that, it would be better to agree to the matter, which would both save face for Uncle Chen and do Li Shen a favor.

"Someone at the seventh level of Qi Refining can fight against someone at the peak of Qi Refining; what kind of mediocre person could they be?"

As Zhao Qian walked ahead, her sister's comment came to mind again, causing her to slow her pace and not even notice that Li Shen had already walked ahead of her.

"Fairy Zhao?"

Li Shen turned around and asked in confusion.

He had no idea which room Zhao Ying was staying in.

Zhao Qian snapped out of her daze, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and turned and walked eastward on her own.

Li Shen quickly followed, only to find that this woman's temper was sometimes really hard to fathom.

Before long, the two stopped one after the other at the door.

Before Zhao Qian could knock, Zhao Ying's voice drifted out from inside:

"Sister, bring him in."

After he finished speaking, a faint spiritual light flickered around the room, and the restrictions that Zhao Ying had set up disappeared.

With his sister's permission, Li Shen followed Zhao Qian through the door.

The door closed silently on its own.

Li Shen looked up and saw Zhao Ying sitting by the low table by the window, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in her hand. Her face remained expressionless, as if the word "calm" was welded onto her face.

"sit."

She only said this one word, and casually pointed her finger at the prayer mat opposite her.

Li Shen sat down as instructed, while Zhao Qian stood beside him without sitting down.

"Speak, what does the Blood Soul Sect want?"

Zhao Ying put down the bamboo slips, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Clearly, she had overheard the entire conversation in the courtyard.

Li Shen was not surprised, after all, the other party was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, took out the jade slip, and pushed it in front of Zhao Ying.

Then he recounted the contents of the jade slip and the conclusions he had drawn.

Zhao Ying didn't immediately take it to check. She listened quietly, her face showing no emotion, but the fingers that were caressing the teacup stopped at some point.

After Li Shen finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

Unlike her sister, Zhao Qian lacked composure and spoke incredulously:

"Sister, how could Uncle Chen...?"

Filled with doubt, she picked up the jade slip first. After examining it according to Li Shen's description, the shock on her face became even more obvious.

After a moment of confusion, Zhao Qian frowned, threw the jade slip on the table, and said angrily:

"Sister, this matter must be reported to the sect. We've been calling him 'Master Uncle' all this time, and it turns out he's the one who started the ambush in the Blood Forbidden Ancient Battlefield!"

Zhao Ying did not immediately respond to her sister's indignation, but instead reached out and picked up the jade slip, immersing her consciousness into it.

Her expression remained calm, but Li Shen noticed that her fingers tightened slightly as she held the jade slip.

A moment later, Zhao Ying put down the jade slip and looked up at Li Shen.

"Who else have you shown this jade slip to?"

Her voice remained as calm as ever.

"I'm all alone."

Li Shen frankly stated:

"This matter is of utmost importance. After discovering it, I came here directly."