Urban All-Round Master

"But I’m afraid I can’t wait for that day. You know, the presence of the Holy Hall in Huaxia has always suppressed the development of our Demon God Sect. Nowadays, the Taishang Sect is already abolished, the Divine Sky Sect is almost just an empty shell, and the three Holy Lands: the Great Wilderness Holy Land, Jiuxiao Holy Land, and Qingchi Holy Land, have done nothing. Now, among the major sects with limited strength in Huaxia, only a few of us remain.

The Holy Hall won’t be truly at peace until it’s destroyed."

Yao Qingjiao was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "Besides, once the Holy Hall is destroyed, the Buddhist Sect lacks a mutual opponent. How would they possibly know that the Buddha Bone Relics were obtained by us, or that it was us who massacred the Buddhist Sect back then?"

"Sect Master, I understand your point, but in my view, our Demon God Sect absolutely cannot be hasty at this time. Whether Lin Zifeng is truly dead or there’s more to the story, we need to temporarily observe. Perhaps this is a chain scheme devised by that kid.

If our Demon God Sect launches an offensive against the Holy Hall right now, I’m afraid that kid might not be dead after all, and he’ll have an excuse to retaliate against our Demon God Sect, which would be a loss." Compared to Yao Qingjiao, Yao Chenfeng is more reserved and cautious, not impulsive like Yao Qingjiao.

Who knows if this isn’t Lin Zifeng’s scheme? If we really retaliate against the Holy Hall at this moment, Lin Zifeng returns, the first thing he’ll surely do is retaliate against the Demon God Sect. At that time, they can accuse the Demon God Sect of instigating the conflict as grounds for their actions.

Currently, the reason the Holy Hall doesn’t dare to attack the Demon God Sect is because of the balance of power. If the Holy Hall truly attacks the Demon God Sect, it will definitely trigger a war because the Holy Hall’s edge can’t be too sharp.

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to the Holy Hall for now, but... I can wait. If that kid is really dead, hehe, perhaps that will be the day the Holy Hall is destroyed!"

As he spoke, Yao Qingjiao’s eyes flashed with a murderous intent.

......

In a luxurious VIP room of an underground casino in Zhonghai City, smoke filled the air as seven or eight burly men discussed something.

Among them were Qi Dao cultivators, as well as ordinary gang members.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, who stood out among the group because he was a cultivator.

"Everyone, as long as you spread the word, this money is yours."

The man smiled, having said all he needed to say.

"Well, Brother Jiao, I’m quite clear about what I need, and I know my capabilities. However... Brother Jiao, I’m afraid if I take the money and spread the word, I might not live to spend it."

Opposite the middle-aged man sat a bald, scarred man, whose towering figure and long, deep scar on his bald head were extremely conspicuous and grim.

The man opposite, in his forties, was a cultivator from a small sect. He sought him today to ask them to spread the rumor that Lin Zifeng of the Holy Hall was dead.

He wanted all his underlings to spread this rumor, and furthermore, to spread the rumor throughout the underground, claiming that since Lin Zifeng’s death, the Holy Hall had fallen apart, causing chaos, with many of its disciples deserting the once grand umbrella of the Holy Hall.

They would also say that the Holy Hall had killed an unknown number of people to cover up Lin Zifeng’s death.

The purpose was to make everyone in Zhonghai and the underground aware of the Holy Hall’s ugly face, to tarnish its reputation to the utmost degree, known by all.

First, tarnish the Holy Hall’s reputation in the underground, then in the mortal world among cultivators. By then, the people of the Holy Hall would surely face chaos.

Once the rumor becomes believable, most people in the Holy Hall would feel insecure, ultimately losing loyalty.

Lately, the news of Lin Zifeng’s death has made everyone in the Holy Hall uneasy and fearful. More importantly, many of the high-level members of the Holy Hall have lost focus on their work.

"What? Don’t you trust your Brother Jiao?" The middle-aged man named Jiao Wenlong, a master of the Qi Dao Realm, aimed to tarnish the Holy Hall’s reputation in the underground, knowing it rose from black-market dealings to now dominate Huaxia!

But now, the helm of the Holy Hall is dead, and just a bit of rumor might be enough to bring it down.

"No, no, no, Brother Jiao, that’s not what I mean. It’s just..." The scarred man thought for a moment, then took a gulp of liquor, the strong brew burning his heart and stomach like fire, as though he made a major decision.

"Brother Jiao, to be frank, lately many have been spreading rumors about the Holy Hall, but most have met tragic ends. Take one of my brothers as an example. He got drunk at a hotel and casually badmouthed the Holy Hall. Guess what?

He was attacked by a mysterious group right after leaving the hotel, had his leg broken, and was given a few more stabs. It’s chilling just to think about, and I’m afraid... that the money won’t be spent and I’ll lose my life instead, especially now that I have a wife and kids.

If something happened to me out there, my kid wouldn’t have a father."

The scarred man’s voice trembled, and he was genuinely afraid, as rumors about the Holy Hall were rampant lately.

Besides, the Holy Hall had numerous informants; even the slightest commotion could be caught by them. If he foolishly took the over a million and lost his life unknowingly, it’d be a great risk.

"Brother, do you not trust your brother?" Jiao Wenlong chuckled, holding a cigar, "This isn’t mere rumor. If it were, would the Holy Hall be taking such large-scale actions to suppress people and control the turmoil?

To be honest, I’m just fulfilling someone else’s request. You must take this money today. Plus, I’ve entrusted the matter to you; you can find someone else to handle it. Furthermore, the money is yours, but you don’t have to be the one to speak. Even if the Holy Hall tries to trouble you, they’d have to have a good reason, right?"

Jiao Wenlong chuckled again, his demeanor cunning, as he casually pulled a check from his pocket, slowly pushing it in front of the scarred man, "Brother, this here is 2.3 million. That earlier million was just a deposit. If you truly accomplish this mission, the 2.3 million is yours."

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