Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

After the train started moving, Cui Ming did not rest. Instead, he sat by the window, disassembling the structure of the express train while pondering.

He had been observing throughout the journey.

From the moment they disembarked, they were being watched.

The dockworkers, the hotel staff, the train station workers, and now the train attendants on this train...

These people may seem ordinary, but the aura they occasionally exude reveals their true identities.

Ninja, Onmyoji, Innate Extraordinary Person.

People sent by the island nation's government.

Cui Ming's lips curled up slightly.

These people are not much better than the spies in China.

Although it was well hidden, it was as obvious to him as a light in the dark.

What's even more ridiculous is that these island nation leaders openly look down on any superhumans.

But secretly, they were competing to see who was happier.

This fits Cui Ming's stereotype of the Japanese: treacherous, cunning, two-faced, and treacherous.

The train traveled overnight.

The next morning, as soon as Cui Ming opened his eyes, he saw Mount Fuji in the distance through the car window.

The snow-covered mountaintop glittered in the sunlight.

Sensing that Choi Myung had awakened, Yong-eun, who was waiting outside the door, spoke to Choi Myung directly through the mental link.

"Master, we'll be there soon. In a few more hours, we'll be in Tokyo."

Cui Ming nodded and looked away.

At 3 p.m., the train slowly pulled into Tokyo Station.

When Cui Ming and the others got off the bus, there was already a row of people standing on the platform.

The leader was a man in his fifties, dressed in an elegant kimono, with a smile on his face.

"Yamashita-kun, I've heard so much about you! You must have had a long journey."

The man laughed heartily and greeted Cui Ming in a very generous manner. Although it was their first meeting, they seemed like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. He patted Cui Ming on the shoulder.

“I am Masao Yamada, the vice president of the Osaka Chamber of Commerce. I am also the guide for your trip to Tokyo.”

Cui Ming shook hands with him.

"You're too kind, Yamada-kun."

Behind Masao Yamada stood several men in suits.

Their auras varied, some strong and some weak, but they were all extraordinary individuals.

One of the young men glanced at Cui Ming, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.

Clearly, they had resorted to various means to investigate Cui Ming.

Cui Ming remained calm and allowed him to investigate.

He possessed a specially made Thousand Faces disguise, further enhanced by the concealment of the power of the Pill Devouring within his body.

Let alone this level of investigation, even Hayakawa Chihiro, who specializes in detection for the Curse-Binding Society, wouldn't be able to discover anything unless Cui Ming actively showed himself.

Sure enough, the young man quickly looked away and shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Masao Yamada's smile deepened.

"Mr. Yamashita, please. The carriage is ready. Let's take you to your lodgings to rest first."

You must all be tired from your journey. Please take a good rest. You've finally returned home from the war zone, so naturally you should relax.

Cui Ming could only nod in agreement and follow him out of the station.

Several black cars were parked outside the station.

Cui Ming and the others boarded the vehicle, and the convoy drove away from the station, merging into the traffic flow of Tokyo.

Tokyo is much more bustling than Nagasaki.

The streets are wide, high-rise buildings stand tall, trams shuttle back and forth, and pedestrians are everywhere.

Occasionally, you can see military police patrols in uniform walking by, as well as postmen on bicycles.

Further away, the palace walls are faintly visible.

There was no sign of decay whatsoever. After all, it's a city inhabited by high-ranking officials and nobles, and the capital of an island nation. They had to maintain appearances no matter what.

Cui Ming carefully observed every detail of the city through the car window.

The convoy eventually stopped in front of a luxury hotel.

This is a place specifically for receiving important military personnel; the environment is quiet and the security is tight.

Cui Ming and the others were arranged to stay in a suite on the third floor.

The room was spacious and fully equipped, and the window overlooked a small courtyard with several carefully cultivated and pruned pine trees.

Masao Yamada took his leave, saying he would pick him up early the next morning.

After seeing him off, Qianmian closed the door and remained silent on the surface, but revealed his discovery through the mental link.

"Master, there are at least seven or eight supernatural beings around us, watching us closely."

Cui Ming nodded.

"That's natural, let them keep an eye on things. We should rest and eat as usual. As long as everything is normal, that's fine."

Qianmian agreed and went out to make the arrangements.

Cui Ming walked to the window and looked out at the courtyard.

He had already sensed the location of those extraordinary individuals.

Two were in the next room, three were in the downstairs hall, and two were in the outer courtyard, disguised as gardeners and servants.

These people are far more skilled than the previous spies.

But in his eyes, it was still not enough.

What concerned him even more was something else.

From the moment he entered Tokyo, he sensed a faint, elusive presence.

The aura was very subtle; if he hadn't been constantly on guard, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

That aura was somewhat similar to the purple energy of the Curse Binding Society, but also quite different.

"interesting."

Cui Ming muttered to himself.

So, the Cursed Bound Society has been lurking in Tokyo all along?

Chapter 256 Clash Between Conglomerates

After dinner, Cui Ming was looking at documents in his room when there was a knock on the door.

Yongen, who was waiting nearby, bowed and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a young man in military uniform stood outside with a fawning smile.

"Hello, Lord Yamashita, do you have a moment? I'm from the military intelligence department, and I have some questions for you."

Yongen looked him up and down, then said, "Wait."

He closed the door again, and only after consulting with Cui Ming and receiving permission did Yong En open the door again to let him in.

The young man listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside the house, nodded, and muttered to himself.

No matter how much they've declined, they were once nobles. They still have quite the air about them. I wish I could become a noble myself.

Despite his inner turmoil, the young man maintained his smile, bowing slightly as he entered the room.

The young man walked up to Cui Ming's table, bowed respectfully, and then straightened up to ask in a low voice.

"Lord Yamashita, I apologize for disturbing you."

I am Shun Nakamura, and I work in the military intelligence section.

I heard you just returned from Shanghai and would like to know more about the situation there.

Cui Ming then looked up from the pile of documents, gave him a warm smile, but inwardly sneered.

Military intelligence section?

After Cui Ming's soul became increasingly powerful, one benefit came into play.

That is, he is extremely sensitive to Qi. With just one glance, Cui Ming can tell whether a person is an extraordinary person or not.

Judging from the aura emanating from this young man, he is clearly an extraordinary person.

Within the island nation's military, the level of discrimination and resistance against people with supernatural abilities is such that it's impossible for someone with supernatural abilities to become a member of that group.

Moreover, judging from his movements and demeanor, this Nakamura must have undergone rigorous training.

Such a realistic yet deceptive performance could probably only be found in one place on the island: a ninja.

"Nakamura-kun, please have a seat."

Cui Ming gathered the documents in his hand and placed them aside, then smiled and gestured for him to sit down.

"Feel free to ask any questions you may have; it is the duty of every Imperial officer."

Nakamura Shun's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Lord Yamashita! If everyone had your level of awareness, how could my empire not prosper!"

You are a true Showa-era hero! You are our role model!

After saying all this, Nakamura Shun seemed to realize something.

He coughed twice, then returned to his previous state and sat down apologetically.