I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Not long after the meeting ended, the new Gang Leader, Ma Cong, began summoning the middle and low-level members of the gang for individual interviews, just as expected.

Before this relatively large-scale "war," the entire Zouma Gang had nearly thirty Cultivators.

Du Youqian didn’t know the exact number, as every gang had hidden assets.

In any case, there were over twenty publicly known Cultivators. More than half were in the Qi Cultivation Early Stage, the few at the Senior Steward level were all in the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, and the Gang Leader and Vice Gang Leaders were in the Qi Cultivation Late Stage.

It was simple and clear-cut.

When Du Youqian was summoned, he naturally concealed his aura to maintain the appearance of being in the Qi Cultivation Early Stage. Otherwise, he would have a lot to explain.

Ma Cong’s questioning seemed serious on the surface but was actually rather careless.

This was because Ma Cong didn’t consider him a suspect at all.

In his eyes, "Zong Li’s" strength was nowhere near enough to breach the Treasure Vault, let alone take anything from it.

"When the Sanquan Gang raided us, what were you doing?"

"Draw your escape route for me."

"What did you encounter on your way out?"

"I heard you came back the day before yesterday, then disappeared again. What were you doing?"

"What were you doing yesterday afternoon?"

It seemed like a thorough interrogation, but Du Youqian was prepared. His answers were airtight, revealing no flaws.

Ma Cong gave a reserved lift of his chin. "Alright, you can go. Send the next one in."

"Yes, sir." Du Youqian turned to leave with an obedient expression, but inwardly he had already made a decision. ’Once my injuries have fully healed, I’ll use a Divine Sense Secret Technique to control this Ma Cong and use the Zouma Gang as a shell to expand my influence.’

He wasn’t interested in power itself. ’For a Cultivator, true power lies within. Without sufficient personal strength, so-called political power is just a castle in the sky.’

’And when you do have strength, you don’t need to seek power; it will naturally flock to you.’

’However, ruling the surrounding area would make it easier to plunder resources, allowing me to quickly acquire the materials I need for my Cultivation. It’s worth investing some effort into managing a force.’

’As for those mysterious Foundation Establishment Cultivators hiding behind the scenes,’ Du Youqian decided, ’I’ll avoid provoking them directly for now. Instead, I’ll use Ma Cong to indirectly guide, hint at, and manipulate them. Once my strength recovers to Qi Cultivation Perfection, then I’ll control them directly.’

This was because while Du Youqian’s power could easily kill them, this physical body was still quite fragile.

High offense, low defense—a typical glass cannon.

Furthermore, he still lacked the strength to use Divine Abilities like "Copper Skin Iron Bones" or "Inch and Mile."

Therefore, if he tried to control them directly now and failed to truly subjugate them, they might find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and he could actually perish.

But once he reached Qi Cultivation Perfection... or close to it, this would no longer be a concern.

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While Ma Cong was interrogating his subordinates and weeding out suspects, Wei Wei, He Kui, and Shao Chunlai stared at Uncle Da’s corpse with worried frowns.

Wei Wei was the only Kun Cultivator among the four Foundation Establishment Cultivators on this trip. She was also their master’s most favored disciple—truly favored. He would summon her every night for "private instruction."

In the Shengxia Sect, many female disciples had to warm their master’s bed and serve him in exchange for his protection and guidance.

But if their mission failed and they lost Uncle Da on top of it, even as the master’s favorite disciple, she wouldn’t be able to escape harsh punishment.

A light punishment would cost her half her life.

A heavy one... would cost her her entire life, with her soul being tortured even after death.

This was because Uncle Da was not only their master’s favorite martial junior but also his clan cousin.

And their Sect, the Shengxia Sect, was no Profound Sects Orthodox Sect. While it didn’t belong to the Demon Sects either—it wasn’t qualified to join the Demon Sect Camp, as its highest Cultivation Supreme Elder was only at the Core Formation Realm, making them mere small fry with no right to join any faction.

However, the founding patriarch had learned his skills from the Demon Sects, and in its early years, the Sect had run with the Demon Sect Camp.

Therefore, even though they weren’t qualified to join a faction now, the Shengxia Sect’s various rules leaned toward the Demon Sects’ side, being rather cruel and bloody.

"So... what do we do?" Wei Wei was the first to speak, looking at her two martial brothers.

He Kui sighed. "What other choice do we have? We need to find the stolen treasure as soon as possible and give it to Master. If he’s pleased, he might spare us punishment. Besides, this wasn’t our fault. It was Martial Uncle Da’s Divination that went wrong, causing him to suffer a backlash."

Wei Wei pursed her lips. "’Not our fault?’ Why don’t you go ahead and explain that to Master."

The other Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Shao Chunlai, had the highest cultivation among them: Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer.

His expression was grave. "Did Uncle Da’s Divination really go wrong?"

"What do you mean?" He Kui turned to look at him.

Shao Chunlai’s tone was heavy. "I’m afraid the backlash Martial Uncle Da suffered wasn’t because his Divination went wrong."

He Kui said irritably, "Then what do you think the reason is, Senior Brother?"

Shao Chunlai sighed. "Perhaps it’s because the one who stole the treasure is an extraordinary figure."

"Senior Brother, are you suggesting a Core Formation Master?" Wei Wei asked.

"Perhaps even stronger."

He Kui said, disgruntled, "Don’t scare yourself. Maybe it’s just because the treasure itself is of too high a tier."

Shao Chunlai retorted, "But Martial Uncle Da’s Divination Art was at Tier Two Peak. He had divined about this treasure before and vaguely calculated that it was an item from the Ancient Celestial Court. If he were going to suffer a backlash, he would have been killed by it long ago."

He Kui stuck to his opinion. "Maybe the backlash has been accumulating and just erupted all at once."

"Stop arguing!" Wei Wei said with a charming smile. "What’s there to argue about? I feel that if some extraordinary figure stole the treasure, they wouldn’t have left so many obvious traces."

He Kui was taken aback. "That... actually makes some sense."

"So, we should just keep doing what we’re doing. We must get that treasure back to save our own skins," Wei Wei said, glancing at her two martial brothers. "Frankly, I’m not that scared. As long as I put in a little extra effort and sleep with Master a few more times, I probably won’t be punished too severely. But it’s different for you two. Master isn’t interested in your asses. If he fails his Core Formation and is in a bad mood when we get back, you might not be able to keep your lives."

He Kui and Shao Chunlai’s expressions didn’t seem to change, but they were both trembling slightly, clearly imagining some terrifying scenario.

Shao Chunlai said, "Of course we’ll be diligent. But how do we find the treasure? With Martial Uncle Da gone, all our leads are cold. You don’t actually think that Ma Cong will find anything just by asking around, do you?"

"Then do you have a better idea, Senior Brother?" He Kui said impatiently.

"I’m asking you, aren’t I? What ideas could I have? I’ve never been the smart one."

Shao Chunlai’s words left He Kui speechless.

After a moment, Wei Wei said, "I don’t have any great ideas at the moment, either. I’m just thinking, that treasure can’t be eaten, drunk, refined, or destroyed. Even if it’s been stolen, as long as the thief doesn’t leave the Western Domain, we can take our time to find them. Besides, I don’t think the thief is some major figure. It’s more likely some Junior Cultivator living in a nearby Oasis. They definitely won’t be leaving the Western Domain anytime soon."

Shao Chunlai mulled it over for a moment, then clapped his hands. "Junior Sister is right. Let’s settle down here in the Zouma Gang’s territory and search slowly. It would be best to get Ma Cong under our control and have the Zouma Gang run errands for us from now on."

He Kui also nodded. "Let’s do that."

Wei Wei looked down at Martial Uncle Da’s body and sighed. "I’ll have to waste one of my Magical Artifacts to preserve Uncle Da’s corpse. If it decomposes, Master will go crazy when we get back."

"We also need to get a high-quality coffin from Ma Cong," He Kui suggested.

"I’ll go!" Wei Wei sighed softly and stood up.

Her hips swayed as she left the room. Once outside, her demeanor instantly changed, projecting the dignified aura of a great Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Arriving at the room where Ma Cong was interrogating the gang members, she happened to see a young man with a cold expression. His skin was a bit dark and rough, but his features were quite handsome, and his eyes held a lofty, aloof quality.

She was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her gaze, took another casual glance, and walked into the room.

After asking Ma Cong for a high-quality coffin, she inquired casually, "That handsome young man who just left, what’s his name?"

Ma Cong was startled for a second, then gave a sly smile. "That’s our gang’s... Senior Steward, Zong Li."

~~~~~~~~~~

Du Youqian hadn’t expected to be promoted in the blink of an eye. It was quite a leap.

From a Low Level Steward to a Senior Steward.

’The Zouma Gang’s middle and upper ranks did suffer some casualties in the Sanquan Gang’s raid, but that’s still no reason to promote a young punk who’s openly at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer to the position of Senior Steward, is it?’

Du Youqian felt a little uneasy after hearing the news.

He closed his door and performed a divination.

’Is this... a sign my love life is about to get interesting? More like dangerously interesting,’ Du Youqian thought. He recalled the information he’d casually gathered: there were four of these mysterious Foundation Establishment Cultivators in total. They had happened to arrive the night before the Sanquan Gang’s attack—what a coincidence.

It was said that among the four was a Kun Cultivator who was beautiful and alluring, with a rear so shapely it could steal a man’s soul. When she walked, her waist swayed so dramatically it was a heart-stopping sight, as if it might snap.

It was as if she had cultivated some kind of Charm Art.

Du Youqian recalled the bewitching woman he had seen at Ma Cong’s door yesterday.

’That must be her, right? A Kun Cultivator with a Foundation Establishment Cultivation. She should be the only one like that in this Oasis at the moment.’

Du Youqian had noticed the look in her eyes at the time.

His Divine Sense still surpassed that of a Golden Core Perfect Cultivator, making him extremely perceptive.

After thinking it through, Du Youqian concluded that he didn’t have much ability to resist at his current level.

’If I make a scene, I’d have to kill her. If I don’t, this frail little body of mine really can’t withstand a sneak attack from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.’

’But if I don’t make a scene... does that mean I have to go along with her?’

’She’s quite beautiful, alluring, and has even studied Charm Arts.’

’She’s probably battle-hardened. Her technique should be pretty good, right?’

’Though I’d be on the losing end of the deal, and it’s making my mysophobia act up a bit...’

’But... she is quite beautiful, after all.’

’It’s not like I can’t just bear with it.’

The next day, Ma Cong summoned him again, saying that he had some new arrangements for him following his promotion to Senior Steward.

But when Du Youqian arrived, he found that the unfamiliar Kun Cultivator was also in the room.

She was indeed incredibly alluring and beautiful. Her large, purple-shadowed eyes seemed capable of stealing souls, hinting at words left unsaid.

Du Youqian listened distractedly to Ma Cong’s rambling work assignments, his mind already recalling a Secret Technique he had learned in Momenan: the "Jielin Secret Cave Room Rejuvenation Skill."

’Time for some last-minute cramming,’ he thought. ’Better late than never.’

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