Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

Time flies, and the day for the meeting between the Fuyou Sect and the Yulu Sect is fast approaching.

In the past few days, Shen Wei has been shuttling between the Jade City Lord's Mansion and the Wen Mansion, frequently meeting with Liu Huan and Wen Jingxing to discuss the specific details of the operation.

During their conversation, Shen Weicai accidentally learned that Liu Huan and Wen Jingxing were completely unaware of the crucial information that the elders of the Fuyou Sect were their own people.

Qin Yunshang did not tell the two of them about this matter, presumably because she had her own plans, or perhaps she did not want more people to know, causing unnecessary trouble and disrupting the established arrangements.

Since that was the case, he didn't say anything more, fearing that speaking out of turn might ruin Qin Yunshang's plans.

Fortunately, during the previous discussions with the two, I always listened more and spoke less, and rarely expressed my opinions, so this point was not exposed.

Wen Jingxing meticulously reviewed and verified the intelligence he had extracted from the two men, giving detailed instructions on every single point.

All possible developments of both sides, as well as the cultivation levels and division of labor of the accompanying personnel, were clearly explained.

Shen Wei listened quietly, secretly admiring Wen Jingxing, who was indeed very thorough in his work.

According to the two men, the location for the two meetings was extremely secretive, chosen as the abandoned post station between Qingyun City and Tianchang City—Lianyun Post Station.

In order to keep a low profile and avoid attracting attention, both sides brought a small number of people, but each of them was an outstanding member of their respective sect.

It is evident that both sides attach great importance to this matter, but also harbor a degree of mutual distrust.

The plan is as follows:

Liu Huan personally led the team, bringing along three rare Golden Core cultivators from Qingyun City, as well as Wen Jingxing and his son.

The group was tasked with stalling the two groups' entourages after the talks began, creating an opportunity for Shen Wei to infiltrate.

Shen Wei is responsible for stealing the core information of the meeting between the two sects. If he is accidentally discovered, he can use the Tongxuan Seal to try his best to escape.

In the eyes of Liu Huan and the Wen family father and son, this was from beginning to end just a simple intelligence-stealing operation.

The core objective was to obtain intelligence and escape unscathed, not to fight to the death with the two elders.

Unbeknownst to them, Qin Yunshang had other plans, because the elder of the Fuyou Sect was one of their own.

Shen Wei only needs to remain still and wait for the two sides to exchange core information before he can work with the elder from the inside to deal with the elder of the Jade Dew Sect and put an end to this matter.

Finally, they lied to the outside world, claiming that the Jade Dew Sect had ulterior motives and betrayed them at the last minute.

This would cause the Fuyou Sect to doubt the Jade Dew Sect, completely destroying the cooperative relationship between the two sects.

During this time, he would still return to Wangyue Pavilion, but Ye Qingci was still meditating and fully absorbing the medicinal power of the Tongxuan Healing Pulse Pill.

Occasionally, when she was lucid, she would slowly open her eyes and say a few unimportant words to Shen Wei.

They might inquire about the current situation in Qingyun City, or ask about the town that was invaded by demonic forces.

Shen Wei just felt that Ye Qingci's gaze towards him was a little strange.

But it must be because of the strange things he said that day, but Shen Wei doesn't care about that right now.

......

Night fell, and all around was pitch black and deathly silent.

This was just before the agreed meeting time between the two parties.

Shen Wei stood alone on a high slope a mile away from Lianyun Post Station. From this spot, he had a wide view and could see everything happening within a 300-meter radius of the post station.

His gaze fell on the main hall of the post station, which must have been the place where the two sides held talks.

Shen Wei had heard Jing Xing mention the root cause of the abandonment of Lianyun Post Station:

Thirty years ago, the Fuyou Sect opened up a spirit boat route from Qingyun City to Tianchang City, and the spirit boat was much faster than the land route.

Therefore, all the traveling cultivators and scions of noble families switched to spirit boats, and the passenger flow on the official land road decreased sharply.

Meanwhile, to facilitate the passage of caravans, the two cities built a new, flatter, and wider official road fifty li to the south, avoiding the section where Lianyun Post Station was located.

Merchant caravans also switched to new routes, and the source of customers for Lianyun Station was completely cut off.

A moment later, several conspicuous streaks of light flashed across the horizon.

Shen Weixin knew that they had arrived, so he immediately lay down on the ground. The thick, lush, waist-high withered grass around him completely concealed his figure.

He held his breath and concentrated, suppressing his aura to the extreme.

The elders on both sides must be at the Nascent Soul stage. Fortunately, he had carried out assassination missions in the martial arts world in his early years and had mastered the art of breath-holding and concealment.

Even if the other party's cultivation level was a whole realm higher than his, his divine sense could only barely detect his presence within a range of fifty meters.

As long as you maintain distance, there is absolutely no risk of exposure.

Two beams of light, one yellow and one black, landed instantly. The person on the right was a man dressed in a jade-white brocade robe. He looked quite young and had a noble and extraordinary temperament.

The style of the robe was similar to that of Wen Jingxing, but the cloud pattern embroidery was more intricate, so it must be Meng Changgeng, an elder of the Fuyou Sect.

He had heard Jingxing mention that he was the youngest elder in the Fuyou Sect.

Shen Wei was somewhat surprised, not understanding why he would meet with the demonic sect and openly wear the sect's robes.

As for the person coming from the left... he appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a long black robe, with a rough face.

But why is it a man?

Shouldn't all disciples of the Jade Dew Sect be women?

But now was not the time for him to think about these things; he continued to observe.

Each of the two was followed by three disciples, all of whom were men.

Shen Wei quickly scanned the area with his divine sense and realized that the lowest cultivation level among these people was the Golden Core stage.

Furthermore, the Jade Dew Sect's accompanying team even included a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, demonstrating that the strength of both sides should not be underestimated.

After the two elders met, they exchanged a few perfunctory pleasantries before entering the main hall of the post station together.

Only three disciples from each side remained guarding the entrance to the post station. The two groups stared at each other from a distance, their eyes filled with disdain and wariness, clearly divided.

Shen Wei saw this scene, slowly lowered his body, and, under the cover of the night and the grass, slowly approached the post station.

He circled around from the flank, passing through the blind spots of the disciples on both sides, and arrived at the stables of the post station.

He walked slowly and carefully along the wall of the side room on the right side of the main hall.

He circled around from the flank, avoiding the sight of several disciples, and silently made his way to the old stable of the post station.

He then moved slowly along the wall of the right wing of the main hall.

However, the main entrance of the post station was guarded by six people, whose sight covered every angle, so he couldn't find any chance to break in from the front.

Just then, a chaotic sound of horses' hooves came from the opposite direction where the Fuyou Sect was standing.

Ren You looked up instantly, and their eyes met, as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

Although the disciples of the two sects despise and are hostile to each other, they have no choice but to temporarily join forces in order to ensure the smooth progress of the talks.

Everyone placed their hands on their sword hilts, their eyes locked on the direction from which the sound came, ready to strike at any moment.

"Father... are you sure we should take this road? This place is so desolate."

"There's no mistake. I used to walk this road all the time more than 30 years ago, so there's no way I'm wrong."

A caravan, resembling a merchant caravan, slowly approached. The middle-aged man at the head of the caravan reined in his horse, looking at the dilapidated and abandoned post station with a face full of astonishment.

"Ugh! What happened to this place?"

The night was pitch black and the surroundings were desolate. The caravan members spotted a faint light shining through the middle of the abandoned post station and drove their carriages toward the light.

Thirty meters from Ren You, the convoy stopped, and the middle-aged man leading the group dismounted, cupped his hands, and asked...

"Sir, is this Lianyun Post Station?"

"That's right, but this road has long been abandoned and impassable. Please take a detour."

Ren You spoke in a deep voice.

"Father, I told you, this road was abandoned a long time ago, but you just wouldn't believe me."

The young man beside him looked helpless, tugged at the middle-aged man's sleeve, and urged him on.

The middle-aged man sighed, his face full of regret:

"Sigh, what happened? How did such a good post station end up abandoned?"

"Dad—don't say that, let's hurry up and go. It's dark and the roads are slippery. If we stay any longer, we won't be able to find a place to stay."

Seeing that they seemed to be just an ordinary caravan, Ren You relaxed and then pointed out the direction of the new official road to the caravan.

The caravan members quickly thanked them and turned to drive their carriage away.

But a ruthless glint flashed in Yi Chuan's eyes as he looked at him, completely disbelieving that they were just an ordinary caravan.

He raised his hand towards Ren You's direction and made a throat-slitting gesture, presumably indicating that these people must not be let go, lest the secrets of the meeting be leaked.

Seeing this, Ren You cursed inwardly. This demonic person was indeed ruthless and cruel, wanting to take people's lives at the drop of a hat. How was he any different from livestock, treating human life so lightly?

He simply couldn't understand why the sect would cooperate with such a villain.

Although he was full of contempt in his heart, he showed no sign on his face and immediately cupped his hands to dissuade him.

"Fellow Daoist, judging from their appearance, they are just an ordinary merchant caravan that has strayed onto the wrong path. Let them go; it's better to avoid trouble and prevent it from disturbing the elders' meeting. Neither of us can afford the consequences. What do you say?"

"no."

Yi Chuan's tone was cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation. He immediately stepped forward, his body surging with spiritual energy, clearly intending to kill the caravan members.

The caravan members were shocked by what they saw and quickly spurred their horses to retreat, their faces filled with fear.

Seeing this, Ren You hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. The two argued and could not reach an agreement, so Ren You simply drew his sword.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples on both sides followed suit, each drawing their swords and confronting each other, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

"If this is how you righteous people act—so weak and incompetent—how can you possibly accomplish anything?"

"They're clearly just an ordinary merchant caravan, why can't we let them go?"

"A great opportunity!"

Seeing that Wen Xuantong and his son had created such a good opportunity for him, Shen Wei naturally wanted to seize it.

Now these six people are at least thirty meters away from the entrance of the post station. Even if they use their divine sense, they may not be able to detect his movements.

More importantly, their attention was focused on each other at that moment, and they were not paying attention to Shen Wei's actions at all.

He seized the fleeting opportunity, slipped silently through the main gate of the post station, and headed straight for the main hall.

As soon as he got close to the wall of the main hall, he could clearly hear two cold voices talking inside.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and get down to business. Is this all the treatment your sect is willing to offer?"

Shen Wei thus slipped into the main hall of the post station without any trouble. He could hear the two people talking, as if they had just finished exchanging pleasantries.

"Isn't this treatment enough?"

"Hmph! We wasted so many disciples' efforts on refining pills, and this is all we got in return?"

"Mo Qianying! Don't forget... many people have died under our jurisdiction!"

The atmosphere instantly became as tense as it was outside.

After a long silence, Mo Qianying seemed to take a step back, her tone softening slightly.

"Enough, enough. Let's not let this damage our relationship. For the sake of our long-term cooperation, what's wrong with the Myriad Souls Pavilion taking a step back!"

Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion?

Wasn't it said that only the Jade Dew Sect members were on the demonic path? Where did this Myriad Souls Pavilion come from?

Shen Wei remained silent and continued to listen quietly to their conversation.

"Alright... then let's do as we discussed before. Do you have the pill on you?"

Mo Qianying laughed loudly, "Of course I'm here, it's just..."

The next moment, Mo Qianying's scabbard suddenly opened, and a chilling spiritual power, carrying killing intent, slashed straight towards where Shen Wei was!

"boom!"

The walls of the main hall collapsed with a crash, sending debris flying everywhere. Fortunately, Shen Wei reacted quickly and dodged the fatal blow.

It leaned firmly against the beam on the other side.

Mo Qianying turned around, her gaze falling on Meng Changgeng, and said in a deep voice:

"Who is this person?!"

Meng Changgeng slowly stood up, his expression calm.

"I don't know."

"How about this, let's deal with this person first, then we can talk about business?"

"Can."

"Hmph, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to come and obstruct us? They truly don't know their own limitations!"

He sneered and quickly locked onto Shen Wei's figure.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade, accompanied by a blood-red afterimage, slashed down.

Shen Wei's heart sank. He hadn't expected this person to be so cautious, maintaining his divine sense throughout the meeting.

But this was not the time to think about these things; he instantly understood Meng Changgeng's intention.

He didn't directly show his support for him, presumably wanting him to hold on first, and then he would look for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack and catch Mo Qianying off guard.

The opponent is, after all, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, and must have many trump cards. If I and Meng Changgeng were to fight him head-on, we would certainly not lose, but we would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

It is more likely that Mo Qianying will take the opportunity to escape.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Shen Wei dodged the knife with a somersault. He then quickly stood up and summoned the Tongxuan Seal.

The jade seal slowly rose into the air, surrounded by a faint light and shadow, and then a circle of dark jade-colored light curtains poured down.

What kind of magical artifact is this...?

Mo Qianying stared at the jade seal she had never seen before, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

He used his divine sense to probe upwards, wanting to see what this mysterious seal was.

But he was surprised to find that the range of his divine sense had suddenly shrunk and was not as sharp as before.

Not only his spiritual sense, but also his strength, speed, and the spiritual power available in his body suddenly dropped by more than half!

How could this be? My current strength is only at the Nascent Soul stage!

No, to be more precise, his cultivation level was actually comparable to that of the black-robed youth before him.

Was it that magic weapon that caused this?!

Mo Qianying immediately realized what was happening, then turned around and shouted at Meng Changgeng.

"Brother Meng, help me! This mysterious seal is quite strange; it seems that as long as one gets close to this light barrier, their cultivation level will be pulled down to the same realm!"

"No."

Meng Changgeng stood still.

"If what you say is true, then if I get close, we'll both be pulled to the same level, which would be terrible. It's better if I stay here and guard him. As soon as he steps out of this light barrier, I'll take him down. Besides, I don't think that person is a match for Brother Mo. If all else fails, I'll make my move."

Mo Qianying cursed inwardly, but she could easily see through Meng Changgeng's intentions. This man clearly wanted to wait until she and Shen Wei were both severely injured before reaping the benefits!

Damn it, how could there be such a bizarre magical artifact in this world!

He gritted his teeth, stared intently at Shen Wei in front of him, his true energy surging around him, not daring to relax his vigilance for a moment.

At the same level, Shen Wei felt he feared no one.

The next second, he moved.