Fairy Eye

In fact, neither the Drunken Old Man nor the Dark Moon Ancestor knew why the group had risked crossing the Broken Soul Mountain.

I only gleaned some clues from a few words exchanged between them.

Upon hearing the drunken old man's question, the fanged giant immediately recounted the entire story without missing a single detail!

At this moment, in the mind of this alliance leader, the importance of the drunken old man had risen several levels.

After hearing Gou Su's words, Old Man Zui and Ancestor Mingyue finally understood why the others were so crazy. If this matter succeeded, it would indeed severely damage the Immortal Alliance! But what surprised them even more was that the Immortal Alliance general in charge of this battle was actually Han Lin.

In the eyes of the Dark Moon Ancestor, Han Lin was just an insignificant roadside character. He never expected that in the blink of an eye, Han Lin would become a top leader of the Immortal Alliance, and even an existence that could influence the entire world situation.

As for the drunken old man, he also hadn't expected that the leader of the Immortal Alliance army would be Han Lin. Thinking of certain things, he couldn't help but frown deeply.

Personally, he still had a good impression of Han Lin and did not want to be his enemy, but the current situation clearly did not allow for personal feelings.

"Fellow Daoist Drunkard, what are you thinking about?" The fanged giant asked, seeing the old drunkard's furrowed brows.

"Uh, it's nothing, I'm just a little surprised that the Immortal Alliance would hand over the leadership of the army to a mere Golden Core cultivator."

The drunken old man regained his senses and glanced at Mo Xiao kneeling on the ground. "Alliance Leader, this fellow's mistake was unintentional, and we are currently in need of manpower. Why not spare his life for now and let him make amends by contributing more in the future? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiao was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed to express his agreement.

Gou Su had been waiting for the old drunkard to say those words, and upon hearing them, he went along with it, giving Mo Xiao a few stern warnings before sparing Mo Xiao's life.

A moment later, Mo Xiao and Cao Ren Lao Zuan took their leave, while Ming Yue Lao Zuan and Zui Lao Tou stayed behind to continue discussing military affairs with Gou Zai.

At first, Gou Shi looked quite troubled, but as the Drunken Old Man and the Dark Moon Ancestor came up with their plans one by one, Gou Shi's expression gradually turned to surprise! In the end, he even laughed heartily, looking relaxed and excited.

the other side.

Inside a courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion in Mugui City, three guardian patriarchs emerged from a room, then silently soared into the sky and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Inside the room, Han Lin sat at the table with a furrowed brow.

The old patriarch of Huayang paused for a moment before saying, "I do have a suggestion."

Han Lin's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked up at Ancestor Huayang: "Senior, please speak."

Ancestor Huayang said, "In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are nothing but a joke. Instead of racking our brains to guess what the other party is thinking, we should just send in a large army and decide the fate of the world in one battle!"

Han Lin said, "I have thought about this problem, but I can't figure it out. What gives the Demonic Alliance the confidence to set up a battle formation against our army? If they are hiding their strength, they will inevitably put us in a passive position once the war starts."

Hua Yang Patriarch said, "In the end, it's still a matter of insufficient intelligence. If you want to be on the safe side, you can only start by gathering intelligence!"

However, the Demonic Alliance is already at the city gates, and their alert level is at its highest. Trying to sneak in and gather information is virtually impossible.

"Yeah, that's right."

Han Lin sighed softly and stood up. "Senior, you should go back and rest first. The Immortal Alliance army will probably take another seven or eight days to arrive at Mugui City. Let me think about it some more."

"Alright, then I'll be going now." Patriarch Huayang got up, went out, opened the door to the next room, and went inside.

The next day.

Han Lin arrived at a residence in the eastern district of Mugui City. After knocking on the gate, he saw an old man in a Taoist robe with pointed ears.

"Greetings, Master."

"Come in."

The old man in the Taoist robe nodded, turned around, and sat down at a stone table under an old tree in the corner of the courtyard.

Han Lin closed the courtyard gate and walked over.

"You look so worried, have you encountered some trouble?" Jing Shou Dao Ren asked calmly after gesturing for Han Lin to sit down.

"What are you worried about?"

"Logically speaking, the Demonic Alliance is not strong enough to gather all its forces and fight us head-on! But they did it anyway. I'm worried that they have some hidden trump cards, so I'm very conflicted."

"...Your concerns are not without merit." The Quiet Monk nodded. "Then what do you think their trump card might be?"

Han Lin remained silent for a moment, then said, "I can't guess the specifics, but I feel that their combat strength at the Nascent Soul level is not as simple as we imagine."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not that I'm trying to sow discord, but I want to ask, Master, do you think there's any possibility that the Nascent Soul elders of the eight major sects might betray us? After all, many of us at the Golden Core level owe the Divine Witch Sect favors, so it's hard to guarantee that there aren't such people among these Nascent Soul elders. What if these people turn against us in the face of battle..."

Han Lin directly targeted the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Immortal Alliance, because apart from this unstable factor, he couldn't think of any other reason why the Demonic Alliance would dare to fight against the Immortal Alliance's thirty-odd Nascent Soul Ancestors with only a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators.

"It's quite impressive that you've thought of this much."

After listening, Daoist Jingshou did not blame Han Lin, but instead praised him and then said, "Then let me give you a detailed analysis of the situation at the top of the Immortal Alliance."

Han Lin's eyes lit up and he said, "Please give me some pointers, Master."

The Taoist Master Jingshou smiled slightly and said, "The Immortal Alliance, including myself, has a total of thirty-two Nascent Soul Ancestors."

"Twenty-five of them are from the eight major factions."

"The Cangyun Palace has four people, the Qixiang Pavilion, Xuandao Sect, Lingxi Valley, Shenshou Valley, Tianfu Sect, and Qinglan Sword Sect each have three people, and the Lieyang Sect has the fewest, with only two people."

"The situation of this group is very complicated. I used taking them to the Spirit Realm as bait to keep them firmly on the Immortal Alliance's warship, so I can't guarantee that they won't betray us."

"However, the remaining six guardian ancestors are all from the Immortal Alliance, with clean backgrounds and absolutely loyal to their master! You may use them without hesitation."

"Only six people are absolutely loyal?" Han Lin was shocked when he heard this. "What if all the patriarchs of the eight major sects betray us? Wouldn't we be doomed?"

The Daoist Jingshou was speechless for a moment. "Do you think that's possible? These ancestors all have descendants, and more than 80% of the disciples in my Immortal Dao Alliance come from the Eight Great Sects. They're now tied to you on the same warship. What good would it do them if they betrayed us?"

"That's true..."

Han Linqian smiled. "But it's better to be safe than sorry. What if some people don't care about the lives of their sect's disciples, or even their own descendants..."

The Taoist Master Jingshou raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who are you trying to talk about?"