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As night fell, Blood Soul Valley was plunged into darkness.

The howling wind swept through the riddled canyons, producing a mournful sound like the wailing of a thousand vengeful ghosts.

Outside the camp, the Blood Soul River churned with viscous blood waves in the night. The pungent smell of blood and corrosive poisonous mist permeated the river's surface, and even a glance at it was enough to make one's soul tremble.

When midnight arrives.

Deep within the Qingyun Sect's camp, an incomparably powerful late-stage Golden Core divine sense suddenly spread out, like a giant inverted bowl, firmly enveloping the entire frontline position of the camp.

The scouts of the supervisory team, who were hiding nearby, felt a sharp pain in their heads, and their consciousness was instantly jolted back. They almost fainted and immediately left.

Under the cover of the law domain, a ghostly black shadow silently slipped out from the fortress at the forefront.

Zheng Yifei had shed his disguise as "Xu Zhengyuan" and changed into a set of jet-black night clothes, making him seem to blend into the night.

He arrived at the edge of the Blood Soul River, looked at the churning blood below, and took a deep breath.

"rise!"

Zheng Yifei gave a low shout, and a jet-black flying sword appeared beneath his feet. He didn't choose to fly high, as that would make him an easy target, but instead skimmed the surface of the Blood Soul River, only three feet above it, like a night bird gliding across the water, speeding towards the opposite bank.

The blood-red poisonous mist that permeated the river surface frantically eroded his protective aura, making a hissing sound, and the aura dimmed at a visible speed.

Thirty meters is covered in the blink of an eye at the speed of a flying sword.

When Zheng Yifei's feet finally touched the dark red soil on the opposite bank, which belonged to the Heavenly Demon Sect's defense zone, he did not immediately conceal himself. Instead, he deliberately caused his protective aura to fluctuate violently when he put away his flying sword, emitting a faint spiritual light.

In this perilous battlefield, this glimmer of light shines like a beacon in the darkness.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass into my Blood Fiend Camp's territory!"

Almost the instant the light appeared, three figures of demonic cultivators, exuding a violent aura, burst out from behind the boulder in front.

This is the Dark Night Patrol Team of the Heavenly Demon Sect. All three members are at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and exude a strong aura of bloodlust.

Before Zheng Yifei could even speak, three scarlet chains formed from demonic energy pierced through the air like venomous snakes, instantly binding Zheng Yifei's limbs and torso with a piercing whistling sound.

The chilling demonic energy attached to the chains immediately invaded his meridians, attempting to seal his spiritual power.

Zheng Yifei chuckled inwardly. If he wanted to hide, these three mid-Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators wouldn't even be able to touch his shadow.

But his purpose in coming here was to be "captured," so he cooperated by giving up resistance and letting the scarlet chains bind him tightly, even pretending to be terrified.

"Don't lay a hand on me! I'm here to negotiate!"

Zheng Yifei shouted loudly.

The leader of the demonic cultivators sneered, stepped forward, and kicked Zheng Yifei in the back of the knee without any politeness, forcing him to kneel down: "Judging from your movement technique, you should be a spy from the Qingyun Sect, right?"

It's like choosing the path to hell when there's a way to heaven!

"Brothers, take him back to the camp and hand him over to Steward Tu for punishment! This is a major achievement tonight; maybe we'll get a few low-grade Blood Soul Stones as a reward!"

Two demonic cultivators immediately stepped forward, grabbed Zheng Yifei from both sides, and dragged him roughly towards the Heavenly Demon Sect's headquarters like a dead dog.

The camp of the Heavenly Demon Sect is completely different from that of the Azure Cloud Sect.

There were no orderly formations or tents here; instead, crudely constructed fortresses made of massive animal bones and obsidian filled the view. Tall white bone flagpoles surrounded the camp, from which hung dried-up cultivator corpses, swaying in the wind and emitting a nauseating stench. Everywhere, eerie green demonic flames burned, illuminating the entire camp as if it were the deepest hell.

Zheng Yifei was dragged into the largest stone house.

In the center of the stone house, there was a huge pelt of the demonic beast, the Shadow Wolf.

On the fur, a burly man, as tall as an iron tower, sat imposingly.

This man was nine feet tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his bare upper body was covered with terrifying crisscrossing scars.

He was gnawing on a bone, his body radiating a violent demonic aura befitting a Golden Core cultivator.

This person is Tu Gang, the highest-ranking commander of the Blood Fiend Camp of the Heavenly Demon Sect in this area, and a Golden Core Deacon!

"Sir! We've captured a spy from the Qingyun Sect by the river!"

The patrol captain slammed Zheng Yifei to the ground, knelt on one knee, and reported to his superior with a fawning expression.

Tu Gang slowly raised his head, his eyes, as big as copper bells, flashing with a cruel red light.

He glanced at Zheng Yifei, a bloodthirsty sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "A spy from the Qingyun Sect? Interesting. They dare to send someone across the river on their second day after the rotation. It seems those hypocrites from the Xuantian Sect have been pushed to the limit."

Tu Gang stood up, his heavy footsteps making a dull thud on the ground.

He walked up to Zheng Yifei, looking down at him with a suffocating aura of bloodlust: "Kid, you've got some nerve. Tell me, how many people from the Qingyun Sect have come? Who's leading them, and what's their cultivation level?"

If you dare utter even the slightest lie, I'll rip open your skull right now and burn your soul to the ground!

Zheng Yifei was bound to the ground by scarlet chains, but faced with the death threat of a Golden Core stage demonic cultivator, his face showed no sign of panic.

He slowly raised his head, staring directly into Tu Gang's murderous eyes, then suddenly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Deacon Tu, is this how you treat the God of Wealth?"

Upon hearing this, the air inside the tent instantly froze.

The three patrol members looked at Zheng Yifei as if he were crazy. This kid was about to die, yet he still dared to mock a Golden Core cultivator.

"court death!"

Tu Gang flew into a rage, his right hand shooting out like an iron clamp, gripping Zheng Yifei's neck tightly and lifting him into the air: "Who do you think you are, daring to play tricks on me!"

"Cough cough..."

Zheng Yifei's face turned red from being choked, but he still didn't struggle. He just squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Night Sky Dome".

Upon hearing the words "Night Sky Dome," Tu Gang's hand trembled violently, and the killing intent in his eyes froze instantly.

Just one day ago, he received a top-level secret order from the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a decree personally issued by Vice Sect Master Ye Tianqiong.

The secret order stated that a very important person from the Qingyun Sect would be coming to make contact, and the Blood Fiend Camp must fully cooperate with this person's every action, even staging a "fake war" with the Qingyun Sect.

The secret order did not mention the person's name, only that the person possessed a specially made "Heavenly Demon Purple Gold Token".

Tu Gang stared at Zheng Yifei suspiciously, loosening his grip slightly: "Who exactly are you?"

Zheng Yifei took a deep breath, his spiritual power surged, and he forcefully broke free of the scarlet chains binding him. He took out a token emitting a faint purple-gold light from his pocket and casually tossed it to Tu Gang.

"Zheng Yifei, Minister of the News Department of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"You...you're Minister Zheng?!"

Tu Gang's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn in an instant.

A smile, more hideous than a grimace but brimming with extreme fawning, was forced onto that fiercely scarred face.

He kicked the still-dazed patrol captain flying, roaring, "Are you all blind?! Untie Minister Zheng right now! You bunch of idiots, if you hurt a single hair on Minister Zheng's head, I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs!"

After scolding his subordinates, Tu Gang turned around and, like a docile large dog, bowed and scraped as he approached Zheng Yifei, respectfully handing back the purple-gold token with both hands.

"Oh dear, Minister Zheng, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple! We're all family now, yet we don't recognize each other! You didn't even give me a heads-up before you came, so I could have sent a sedan chair carried by eight men to pick you up at the riverbank!"

Tu Gang rubbed his hands together, his face full of smiles, showing no trace of the ruthless, predatory look he had just displayed.