Sun Ming said, "Master, the goods are ready and will be delivered tomorrow night. I'm here to tell you that you can notify someone to come and pick them up."

Sun Ming spoke respectfully, completely lacking the official airs he had displayed in front of his subordinates just moments before.

The master said "Oh," and then said, "I will inform them, but I don't know if your government has issued any instructions recently."

Qing Xuanzi sneered inwardly: [I never expected this so-called master to be a spy, and this Sun Ming even betrayed state secrets—their crimes are utterly heinous.]

Inside, Sun Ming lowered his head even further: "No."

The master casually hummed in agreement: "You can leave now."

Sun Ming quickly asked, "Master, when can I extend my life again?"

The master's voice still drifted over lazily: "What's the rush? You still have half a month to live. Go back!"

Although he spoke casually, Sun Ming didn't dare to disobey him and could only leave with his fists clenched.

Qing Xuanzi still attached a tracking talisman to Sun Ming's body, and only entered the inhabited room after Sun Ming had gone far away.

Hearing the beeping sound of telegrams being sent from underground, Qing Xuanzi did not interrupt. He waited until the telegram was sent before opening the wardrobe door and going inside.

The first thing you see is a downward-sloping passageway leading to a dimly lit basement, where a nauseating stench permeates the air.

Qing Xuanzi frowned, but quickly composed himself and walked down the passage.

His steps were light and cautious, each step showing exceptional care, with a talisman clutched in his hand, ready to deal with any potential dangers at any moment.

Several dim oil lamps hung on the basement walls, their faint light barely illuminating the surroundings.

Qing Xuanzi's gaze swept across the room, finding it filled with all sorts of strange items—old talismans, dried herbs, and some vessels that exuded an eerie aura.

These were clearly tools used by that Japanese Onmyoji to practice evil arts.

In the center of the room stood a huge stone altar, covered with dense runes, exuding a sinister aura.

There were two basements next to the altar, but the person who had spoken earlier was not seen there. Presumably, he was in one of the other two basements at the moment.

Qing Xuanzi walked to the altar and carefully observed the runes on it.

Although these runes were complex, he could easily discern the evil power contained within them.

"Hmph, how dare they use such evil magic within our country? They're courting death."

Qing Xuanzi gave a low rebuke, took out a talisman from his robes, and gently affixed it to the altar. With a flash of golden light, the runes on the altar shattered instantly, and the entire formation collapsed.

"Who are you?!" A furious shout came from the corner of the room. Qing Xuanzi turned around and saw a person dressed in a black robe walking out of a basement.

His face was gaunt, and his eyes were filled with coldness and ruthlessness; he was the Japanese Onmyoji.

"How dare you disrupt my formation!"

The Onmyoji roared, his hands rapidly forming hand seals as he chanted incantations. With each incantation, a chilling aura instantly filled the room, as if countless ghosts were wandering in the air.

Qing Xuanzi sneered: "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your skills before an expert."

Eighteen cage talismans were cast, instantly forming a cage around the Onmyoji, binding him and rendering him unable to move.

The Onmyoji looked at Qingxuanzi in horror. He had not expected the other party to be so fast and had no time to react.

Qing Xuanzi walked slowly toward the Yin-Yang Master, his eyes full of disdain: "You think you can do whatever you want within our country with these evil arts? How laughable."

The Onmyoji struggled, his eyes filled with fear: "You...you're a sorcerer from the Dragon Kingdom?"

Qing Xuanzi sneered and affixed a sealing talisman to the Yin-Yang Master's forehead: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that you evil cultivators should have been eliminated long ago."

After the Onmyoji was sealed, his body instantly stiffened, and he was unable to even make a sound.

Qing Xuanzi slapped the Yin Yang Master's stomach with his palm, and spiritual power rushed into the Yin Yang Master's dantian, shattering his dantian and meridians to pieces.

He didn't kill the man; he kept him and handed him over to the state, where he might still have some use.

Qing Xuanzi turned and walked towards the altar, collecting the runes and utensils on the altar one by one and putting them into a spatial talisman.

He knew that if these magical artifacts fell into the wrong hands, they would harm countless people.

"Hmph, these evil cultivators are truly a scourge to humanity." Qing Xuanzi muttered to himself, then put away the spatial talisman and turned to leave the basement.

Suddenly remembering something, he searched the Yin-Yang Master with his divine sense, but found neither the cultivation technique he practiced nor the secret manual for setting up the Three Gates Soul-Locking Array.

He unleashed his divine sense to search the entire basement carefully, and finally found a heretical cultivation technique in the room where the Onmyoji had just come out.

The technique involves using the Three Gates Soul-Locking Array to steal the merits of others to strengthen oneself.

This Yin-Yang Master was even more cunning. He took advantage of Sun Ming's desperate desire to prolong his life, using an array to extend his life while simultaneously stealing the merits of others and transferring them to Sun Ming.

He then extracted and absorbed the merits from Sun Ming, so that not only would Sun Ming bear all the karma, but he himself could also continuously improve his abilities. It was utterly despicable.

Qing Xuanzi snapped his fingers, burning the cultivation technique to ashes. He then placed two sealing talismans on the Yin-Yang Master to ensure he couldn't move for several days before ascending.

From beginning to end, he didn't take this Onmyoji seriously. This person was just a self-taught Onmyoji, barely at the beginner level, and not worth his trouble.

Back in the outer warehouse, Qing Xuanzi took the milk powder from the warehouse as his reward.

Then, following the guidance of the tracking symbol, they tracked down Sun Ming's whereabouts.

He noticed that Sun Ming hadn't returned directly to the county town, but instead headed in a secluded direction. Qing Xuanzi's heart skipped a beat, guessing that it was likely Sun Ming's black market trading point.

He quickened his pace and followed the guidance of the tracking talisman. Before long, Qing Xuanzi tracked down to an old alley.

The tracking talisman's signal was located inside the alleyway, where there were several small courtyards, and two people were guarding the entrance.

Qing Xuanzi, using an invisibility talisman, passed by them. The two only felt a gust of wind and had no idea that someone had walked past them.

Walking into the alley, I found that there were many people trading inside the two courtyard houses outside.

Qing Xuanzi continued forward and came to the last room, where he could faintly hear conversations coming from inside.

He approached the hut silently and used his divine sense to see what was inside.

Inside the small house was a worn-out table piled high with all sorts of goods—antiques, artifacts, and even some precious medicinal herbs.