Fairy Eye

"It's not that I'm referring to anyone in particular, it's just that it's hard to guarantee that such a person doesn't exist." Han Lin's eyes flickered slightly. "Master, let me ask, is Guo Jiantian a direct descendant of Senior Guo Shanyang?"

"Guo Jiantian?"

Jing Shou Dao Ren nodded. "That's right. Guo Jiantian's father is Guo Shanyang's grandson. After hearing the news of Guo Jiantian's death from Tianfu Sect, he didn't sleep for half a month. He was extremely heartbroken! I asked the Grand Protector to comfort him."

"Then, are there any descendants of the Guo family now?" Han Lin asked, his expression shifting.

"The Guo family must have descendants. Isn't Guo Buping, the sect leader of Tianfu Sect, a descendant of Guo Shanyang? Besides Guo Buping, Guo Shanyang has many other descendants, but none of them have the talent of Guo Jiantian."

"Oh, so you're saying that Guo Jiantian's death, while not affecting the Guo family's bloodline continuation, has temporarily severed the path to genius?"

"Yes, that's roughly the idea!"

"Understood."

Han Lin gently stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Master, when you asked me to investigate the connections between Golden Core stage disciples and the Southern Border, did you also investigate the elders of the Immortal Dao Alliance?"

"Of course we've investigated."

The Taoist priest took out paper and pen, wrote down the names of eight people, and handed them to Han Lin, saying, "These are all people who have benefited from the Holy Spirit Ancient Tree."

Han Lin picked up the list and glanced at it. The first thing that caught his eye was the name Ye Yunsong, which left Han Lin speechless.

If even Ye Yunsong betrays him, then he'll be in real trouble.

As Han Lin's gaze slowly moved, he soon saw the name of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, and out of the eight people, two were from the Heavenly Talisman Sect.

One was Guo Shanyang of the Guo family, and the other was Chu Yanlu.

Ever since the incident with Guo Jiantian, Han Lin has been very sensitive to the Guo family.

At this moment, I inexplicably felt that if any of these eight people were to betray us, Guo Shanyang was the most likely candidate!

Moreover, this is not just prejudice, because the Guo family's genius is gone, and as for the other descendants, Guo Shanyang probably doesn't care about them at all.

If the other party uses gratitude as leverage and then offers substantial benefits, it's not impossible for this old man to change his mind.

Thinking of this, Han Lin directly voiced his concerns.

After hearing this, Daoist Jingshou felt that the possibility was slim, but he still expressed his respect for Han Lin's opinion and let him make his own decision.

If all else fails, he can personally take action to suppress and imprison the three patriarchs of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, and release them after the great battle, so as to prevent them from defecting and ruining the great cause.

Upon hearing this, Han Lin hurriedly said, "No! If Guo Shanyang and Chu Yanlu really betray us, this move will undoubtedly alert the enemy and cause the Demonic Alliance to change its strategy. If the Nascent Soul experts of the Demonic Alliance are scattered, it will be almost impossible to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

The Taoist Master Jingshou asked, "Then what do you intend to do?"

Han Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Master, is there any way, like poison, to make someone lose their ability to move immediately once it takes effect, without anyone noticing?"

"You little brat."

The Taoist priest immediately understood Han Lin's meaning.

"The sense of smell of Nascent Soul cultivators is more acute than imagined, making it almost impossible to poison someone without their knowledge."

"However, besides poisoning, I have a safer method that can instantly incapacitate someone."

"What method?" Han Lin's eyes lit up.

"This is my secret, and I cannot tell you it for the time being. You only need to know that I can do it."

"Oh, okay."

Seeing that his master was unwilling to elaborate, Han Lin didn't press further. "Then, how many people can this method control at once?"

"With my cultivation level, ten people are no problem!"

"Alright, then please keep a close eye on the eight Nascent Soul elders on the list. If they make any unusual moves, subdue them immediately, okay?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Master Jingshou nodded.

"Well, by the way, Master, the Xuandao Sect has done me a favor. If, and I mean if, Ancestor Yun Song also makes a move, please spare his life! I will give you an explanation later." Han Lin thought of Ancestor Yun Song on the list.

"No problem, my method will only incapacitate people, it won't be fatal!" Jing Shou Dao Ren agreed without asking any questions.

"Thank you, Master. I'm relieved to hear that!" Han Lin breathed a sigh of relief. "I've decided that the day the army arrives, we'll immediately engage the Demonic Alliance in a decisive battle. What do you think, Master?"

"You can decide this yourself; you don't need to ask your teacher's opinion! However, I must remind you that with the Anti-Immortal Alliance joining, the combat pressure for Golden Core level cultivators is even greater than that for Nascent Soul level cultivators. You should be mentally prepared."

"The disciples will devise a strategy in the next few days to minimize casualties as much as possible," Han Lin nodded.

"Okay, that's fine then. You may leave."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave."

After receiving the assurance from the Taoist Master Jing Shou, Han Lin completely relaxed, got up to take his leave, and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Even if all eight patriarchs betray us at the same time, as long as we can suppress them instantly, the Immortal Alliance still has twenty-four towering pillars.

This force is enough to suppress the allied forces of the Demonic Path Alliance.

However, if this rebellious force cannot be contained instantly, the outcome will be uncertain given the balance of power.

Not long after Han Lin left, an elderly man with white hair and a silver robe entered the courtyard of the Taoist Master Jingshou and bowed to him.

"My lord."

"You're here, have a seat."

The Taoist priest casually pointed to the stone bench beside him.

Ancestor Jinghong sat down. "I wonder what orders His Majesty has summoned me for?"

The Taoist Master Jingshou laughed and said, "Young Han is much smarter than I imagined. He has already analyzed some problems based on the situation..."

He recounted the concerns Han Lin had raised to Ancestor Jinghong, which surprised the Ancestor slightly.

He then smiled and said, "As expected of the person the Lord values. With him taking over the Immortal Alliance, the Lord has no worries."

The Taoist Master Jingshou nodded slightly. "I remember you practiced a combination of secret incantations called the Agarwood Soul-Locking Incense, right?"

"Yes, my lord, this technique has been perfected. What are your thoughts, my lord?"

"As you think, before the arrival of my Immortal Alliance army, no matter what excuse you use, you must make all eight people on the list inhale the Soul-Locking Incense! When the battle begins, if anyone shows the slightest unusual behavior, subdue them immediately to prevent them from defecting on the spot and adding unnecessary variables."

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Taoist priest.

"Understood, I will make the arrangements immediately." Ancestor Jinghong clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, then rose to take his leave and hurriedly left the courtyard.

In the following days, Ancestor Jinghong would invite two or three Nascent Soul elders to his residence every day, under the pretext of discussing military affairs, to drink tea and chat.

At the same time, he would light an incense burner on the table before each guest arrived, and the faint fragrance would fill the room during the conversation.

The fragrance was not suffocating; on the contrary, it was refreshing. The person who arrived did not notice anything amiss and found that after chatting for a while, their mental state was much better than before.