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According to the plan, Yin Wangyou pretended to be ignorant and sent a letter to Wei Qingsi asking for help.

In the letter, Yin Wangyou did not specify her current location, but asked Wei Qingsi to help her find out about her brother.

Soon, Wei Qingsi sent back a paper crane.

Perhaps it was because the pursuers followed the paper crane again and again, which was really suspicious.

This time, the pursuers from the Silver Light Arena did not follow, so Yin Wangyou was able to open and read the letter in peace.

Yin Wangyou refused to even put the letter in his palm.

She twisted the corner of the paper crane with some disgust, pinched her nose and finished reading Wei Qingsi's letter.

When she saw the end, she couldn't help but sneer, "As expected."

"She said she had a safe place to stay and asked us to go there and join her as soon as possible."

Yin Wangyou shook the letter and looked unhappy.

There is a saying that goes, "Your friends' attitude towards you reflects your status in their hearts."

At this moment, Yin Wangyou understood everything: in Wei Qingsi's mind, he was probably just a stubborn little fool, and could transform himself into a dessert takeaway that could automatically pack and deliver food to her door at any time.

Yan Luoyue patted her shoulder to comfort her and whispered:

"When you see Wei Qingsi later...if you don't know what to say, just cover your eyes and face and let me talk to her."

Yin Wangyou knew that Yan Luoyue was afraid that she would be exposed and took the initiative to smooth things over for her, so she nodded gratefully.

Yan Luoyue turned her gaze again and looked at the little nun.

"Jingxuan, just... don't say anything and just recite the sutras silently."

Otherwise, with the violent nun's temper, when she saw someone betraying her friend, she might jump onto the chair after just a few words and send the person to meet her ancestors.

After all the preliminary preparations were completed, Yan Luoyue smiled slightly:

"Since they have invited us sincerely, we should just be merciful and send us to their doorstep."

As she spoke, she pulled out a pitch-black cloak with floor-length hems from her storage bag.

Yan Luoyue put an age-enhancing pill into his mouth and at the same time put on his fighting cape in a dashing and smooth manner.

From now on, she is no longer Yan Luoyue, the third disciple of Guiyuan Sect's Suyi Hall, but the freelance weapon refiner Yan Bixin!

Yin Wangyou and Shen Jingxuan both knew about her vest. They just took a look at it and didn't say anything.

Only Senior Brother Xiao Yuan had never known that Junior Sister Dayan had the habit of disguising herself, and that she was dressed so...she didn't look like a good person.

Anyway, as a sword cultivator who had suffered repeated losses, Yuan Feiyu could sense a trace of a dishonest businessman in Yan Bixin.

“…”

The four of them split into two groups.

Yan Luoyue and the other two girls went to the appointment in the morning.

Senior Brother Yuan Feiyu was in the dark, with a message paper talisman hanging on his collar, ready to provide support at any time.

Not long after, the black-robed weapon refiner, the violent little nun, and an ordinary, haggard-looking alchemist girl with a faint aura of a otaku arrived at the agreed location.

The atmosphere was good when the three of them first walked in.

The place to stay provided by Wei Qingsi was very simple, but very clean, with even the faint scent of incense sticks floating in the air.

The friend named Wei Qingsi is obviously an excellent actor.

She had already betrayed Yin Wangyou to the core, but now she could still look at Yin Wangyou with sincerity and concern, and even reached out to hold Yin Wangyou's hand.

"Oh, forget your worries, why did this happen to you..."

Yin Wangyou remembered Yan Luoyue's previous instructions.

She sneered in her heart, buried her face in her hands and groaned in pain. She groaned and quietly avoided Wei Qingsi's approach.

Wei Qingsi's action failed, but she was not embarrassed. She turned her arm and naturally poured a cup of tea for each of the three people.

"You guys should drink some hot tea to calm down first, and then we can slowly discuss how to rescue Wangyou's brother."

As soon as he took a sip of the tea and saw the red words -99 floating before his eyes, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but want to laugh.

The combination of fragrance and tea is a drug - a classic technique like this has appeared many times in the stories of the cultivation world.

However, the reason why a plot becomes a classic is that it is stable and useful.

Yan Luoyue pretended to be ignorant, drank the tea in one gulp, and then nodded calmly.

Next, first Shen Jingxuan, then Yin Wangyou, they drank the tea one after another.

Yin Wangyou is an alchemist after all, so even if he wants to pretend to be confused, he can't be too exaggerated.

As soon as she drank the tea, her eyes widened in shock: "Qingsi, you..."

Wei Qingsi sighed and said, "As expected of you, you have really tasted it."

This woman has excellent psychological quality. Even when questioned by her friends in person, she was able to smile calmly.

"The tea takes effect as soon as it enters your mouth. It's too late for you to react now."

Wei Qingsi's cool eyes scanned the three people present one by one.

It was not until their muscles and bones were weak and they had no strength left in their bodies, slumping limply on the seats, that Wei Qingsi slightly relaxed her shoulders.

It seems that Wei Qingsi is not nervous about doing such a thing alone.

The two sides finally fell out, and Wei Qingsi no longer wore the mask of a "good friend".

She first walked to Yan Bixin's side and said with an ambiguous smile:

"I've heard from Wangyou a long time ago that she has a friend with great magical powers... I think it must be the one in front of me, Master Yan, who has sold more than 1,500 secret recipe patents in the past few years."

Yan Bixin replied coldly and hoarsely: "I don't dare to be your 'Master'."

Wei Qingsi smiled indifferently and said, "Of course I deserve to be called Master. You don't have to be polite."

As she spoke, she grasped the edge of Yan Bixin's cloak with her fingers:

"People have always been curious about Master Yan's true appearance. I never thought that I would be the one to have this honor... Come, let me take a look—Aaaaaaa! What the hell!"

Hearing this familiar scream, Yan Bixin closed his eyes calmly.

At this moment, her two eyes are currently one on her chin and the other on her cheek. The deliberately drawn bloody mouth is right in the middle of her nose.

Yes, it’s that revamped fruit again, and it’s back!

Originally, the misaligned facial features already made him look like a ghost, and Yan Bixin even deliberately made a grimace——

No wonder Wei Qingsi was caught off guard and jumped back in fright, with even her hands trembling for a moment.

Yan Bixin sneered cynically and said in a hoarse voice: "I have such a great reputation. If I were good-looking, why would I hide my head and face?"

The look on his face when he sneered was a bit too challenging for human psychology.

Therefore, Wei Qingsi hesitated for just a moment, then pinched the edge of the hood and put the hood back on Yan Bixin.

Wei Qingsi turned around as if nothing had happened and gave Yin Wangyou an unfriendly smile.

She has very thin eyebrows and upturned eyes, which makes her look smart and capable. But if she shows a hint of impatience, her weariness will be fully revealed.

This is not the look you give to a friend; this is the look you give to a stepping stone.

Yin Wangyou's already cold heart felt as if it was immersed in ice water.

For the first time, she realized that this "friend"'s thoughts had already been revealed so clearly.

Wei Qingsi smiled and said, "Wangyou, you are indeed a talented girl. But, does your friend the weapon refiner know that it was because he asked you to study the Thousand-Faced Demon that you were harmed to this extent?"

Yin Wangyou said stiffly: "No matter who brings me the opportunity, I will always do what I am interested in."

Wei Qingsi sighed, "That's true, Wangyou, you are really stubborn and stubborn. I advised you not to continue this research, but you refused to listen."

Yin Wangyou gritted his teeth silently and looked at the woman in front of him with angry eyes.

"Even if I have researched the Demon World Genealogy, so what? Why are you hunting me down? Why are you harming my brother? Could it be that you, the Silver Light Arena, are covering up the secrets for those monsters?"

Hearing this question, Wei Qingsi's eyes widened slightly, as if she was surprised.

Then, she looked up and smiled proudly.

"You reacted so quickly... Forget your worries. It seems you are just naive, not stupid."

Yin Wangyou asked, "Where is my brother? Is he in your hands? What did you do to him?"

Wei Qingsi leisurely played with her nails:

"Don't worry, as long as you tell me the truth and who you informed the results to, your brother will be fine."

After a pause, Wei Qingsi raised her eyes and said lightly:

"First, we can rule out your brother - haha, I had a pleasant conversation with him and confirmed that Yin Baican knew nothing."

These words sounded like both a favor and a threat. Yin Wangyou gritted his teeth when he heard them.

“…”

Taking a deep breath, Yin Wangyou insisted: "Tell me first, where is my brother."

"Tell me what I want you to tell me first."

"No." Yin Wangyou refused to give in. "Let me make sure my brother is safe first, and tell me where my brother is!"

The two argued like a saw for several rounds, and Wei Qingsi finally got fed up.

"Your brother—no one takes him seriously except you, do you understand?"

With a cold face, Wei Qingsi spit out an address, took two steps forward, and grabbed Yin Wangyou's hair:

"Okay, I've granted your wish. Now, tell me!"

In Yan Bixin's black tent, a communication talisman flashed.

That was proof that the disciples of Guiyuan Sect received the signal and went to rescue.

Yin Baican's identity is not important, and his cultivation is not very high.

Therefore, the ones responsible for guarding him would only be ordinary soldiers, and the elite disciples of Guiyuan Sect could easily deal with them.

Yan Luoyue felt relieved and nodded slightly to Yin Wangyou.

Yin Wangyou received the signal and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked hesitant.

The alchemist was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Then... these two friends who followed me..."

“…”

Wei Qingsi was delayed again and again by Yin Wangyou, and finally laughed out of anger.

She swung her hand and threw Yin Wangyou deep into the seat, her upturned eyes gradually showing a hint of ferocity.

"Look, forget it, I speak to you kindly in the same tone as before, and generously meet your requests - this will inevitably give you a false impression that I am still the friendly, kind and harmonious good friend."

Wei Qingsi spoke as she paced slowly.

She weighed between Yan Bixin and Shen Jingxuan for a while, and finally chose Yan Bixin by coincidence, and stood in front of the black-robed weapon refiner.

Wei Qingsi smiled immediately and said gloomily:

"So, forget it, you still have a lucky heart and think you can use the same little trick to delay time with me over and over again. I'm sorry, really sorry. But in order to make you give up your fantasy, I have to..."

Before she finished her words, a hard and crystal clear ice cone appeared in Wei Qingsi's hand!

The ice cone exuded a chill all over its body. Although it looked crystal clear, it was tinged with a strong smell of blood.

This is certainly not an ordinary block of ice, but a carefully polished and powerful magical weapon - the Xuanyin Cone.

Wei Qingsi didn't even blink, she held the eerie and beautiful magic weapon, gathered all her spiritual power, and without thinking, stabbed Yan Bixin's heart hard!

At the same time, the second half of her words slowly came out of her lips, as if to hurt Yin Wangyou, with a hint of obvious sarcasm.

"——I have to do something to make you sober up... sober up?"

When she said the last two words, Wei Qingsi's voice paused strangely.

She felt...the touch under her palm was a little strange.

She had poked the heart many times, but it seemed that there had never been a time when she poked the hard spot in the heart and made her palms numb?

Wei Qingsi looked down and found that the tip of the ice cone could not penetrate.

Wei Qingsi: “…”

Realizing that this black robe might be a powerful magical weapon, Wei Qingsi tore off the weapon refiner's black cloak as if nothing had happened.

She didn't look at Yan Bixin's messy face, and raised her wrist cruelly.

Aiming at Yan Bixin's heart, Wei Qingsi gathered all her spiritual energy and stabbed him hard!

“…”

This nail...of course still didn't play any role.

Not only was Yan Bixin still intact, but the force of the rebound of that twelve points of spiritual energy almost sprained Wei Qingsi's wrist.

This is a bit outrageous.

Wei Qingsi, who had always been confident of victory, finally felt worried at this moment.

She raised her head suddenly and met Yan Bixin's eyes, which were separated from each other.

Then, Wei Qingsi saw Yan Bixin winked at her very lively.

Wei Qingsi: “…”

Her heart sank, and Wei Qingsi gradually realized that things had deviated from her planned track.

But out of an instinctive dying struggle, Wei Qingsi still refused to let go of the Xuanyin Cone.

Her knuckles from gripping the ice cone so tightly had turned white, and her face was visibly red.

She stabbed Yan Bixin's heart with all her might, once, twice, three times, and again.

“… Stop poking me.”

Finally, when she stabbed for the fifth time with all her might, Yan Bixin could no longer bear it and spoke with a sigh.

Yan Luoyue couldn't bear it and tilted her head back.

"You said, with your current performance, those who know you will say that you want to kill me with one blow, while those who don't know you will think that your paper straw can't pierce the lid of the milk tea!"

Wei Qingsi: “…”

Yan Luoyue sighed and sat up alertly, not looking like she had been drugged at all.

The moment Yan Luoyue's limbs regained mobility, Wei Qingsi already noticed something was wrong.

She instantly stepped back more than ten steps, leaned her back against the door, and at the same time, she moved her wrist, and a red silk shot out from her sleeve and attacked Yin Wangyou.

Wei Qingsi's reaction was certainly not unpleasant.

However, there are people who are faster and more decisive than Wei Qingsi.

Before the edge of the red silk touched Yin Wangyou, a sharp sword had already pierced through the door panel and silently hung between Wei Qingsi's neck.

The sword energy emanating from the blade cut through Wei Qingsi's skin the moment it made contact.

The cold light on the sword's blade penetrated into Wei Qingsi's wound like a substance, waiting for her to move a little and it would surge an inch or a foot, or even chop off her head on the spot.

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan's voice, with a hint of arrogance, sounded particularly reliable at this moment.

Yuan Feiyu said coldly: "Put down your magic weapon and get out."

He exerted a little force, and the door panel broke from top to bottom into tiny pieces of wood less than an inch long.

Wood chips like wood shavings were all over Wei Qingsi, but Yuan Feiyu didn't even get a single speck of them on his sleeves.

He pressed Wei Qingsi's neck with his sword, and a golden light flashed in his hand.

The next second, the "Qiankun Niu Beer Circle" kindly provided by Yan Luoyue had tied up Wei Qingsi tightly.

Grabbing Wei Qingsi's back, Yuan Feiyu sealed her spiritual power and prepared to hand her over to someone special.

The very reliable Senior Brother Xiao Yuan nodded to the three of them, waved the communication stone in his hand, and said something additional:

"Fellow Daoist Xiao Yin, your brother has been rescued."

Wei Qingsi turned around in shock and hatred, muttering, "Who are you?"

Yuan Feiyu said in a low voice: "Return to Yuanzong Sword Peak Yuan Feiyu!"

After a short pause, Yuan Feiyu emphasized without hesitation: "Yuan, it's the Yuan of the Great Yuan!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

That is to say, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, how obsessed are you with size?

Yin Wangyou swallowed the antidote himself, stuffed another portion into Shen Jingxuan's mouth, and walked towards Wei Qingsi with his lips tightly pursed.

Their eyes met for only a moment, and the next moment, Wei Qingsi turned her head away without saying a word, refusing to look into Yin Wangyou's eyes.

Yin Wangyou gritted her teeth and said, "I know I'm not that kind of careful and clever girl. But even if you don't consider me a friend... why do you work for the Silver Light Arena and become an accomplice of the devil?"

"…serving as an accomplice of the devil?"

After chewing and savoring these four words in his mouth for a while, Wei Qingsi suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"Today, you relied on your good fortune to capture me, so you can casually call me 'demon'. In the future, if you are all under the rule of the demons... how do you know whether I am a 'demon' or a 'superior man'?"

Yin Wangyou widened his eyes in disbelief, and for a moment, he almost thought Wei Qingsi had gone crazy.

Wei Qingsi smiled softly and said, "Enjoy it, forget your worries, and enjoy the few remaining peaceful moments in the world of cultivation..."

Before he finished speaking, the demonic energy on Wei Qingsi appeared from nothing and became increasingly stronger.

Yan Luoyue saw that the situation was not good and rushed forward immediately.

She reacted quickly enough and even pressed her palm on Wei Qingsi's forehead.

But this still didn't stop Wei Qingsi from blowing up in front of her eyes as if she had activated a self-destruction program, and then exploded into a bloody firecracker.

"...Fuck!" Yan Luoyue suddenly clenched his fist and hit his palm.

Yuan Feiyu was shocked: "I have clearly blocked her spiritual energy..."

Yan Luoyue shook his head heavily: "No, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, this is none of your business."

The moment Yan Luoyue touched Wei Qingsi's forehead, he clearly felt that the power that caused Wei Qingsi to commit suicide had nothing to do with spiritual energy, but was something else lurking in her meridians.

And this thing, this feeling...

Yan Luoyue rubbed his fingers, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

It can be said that this was her first encounter with this strange power.

But it cannot be denied that Luoyue felt a sense of... familiarity that seemed like an enemy.

It was as if in the dark... Yan Luoyue and the owner of this power had been resisting each other for thousands and tens of thousands of years.

Yan Luoyue frowned slightly, and the sense of crisis gradually surged into her heart like waves at high tide.

At this moment, she actually hated the fact that she was growing older so slowly.

…

In the battle arena, Dui Choumian swung his curved sword and reaped the lives of monsters one after another.

Ever since the waiter specifically reminded Dui Choumian to be careful about the type of poison he used, Dui Choumian only used poisons that could cause monsters to faint, instead of toxins that would kill the monster instantly upon contact with blood.

Therefore, after these monsters were defeated, Dui Choumian had to add another step of killing.

Apart from being a little troublesome, there is no other difficulty.

The curved knife that Dui Choumian hung on his waist was also made of silver.

This sword has a more curved arc and a thinner blade than the long swords in the Central Plains. The coldness emanating from the blade is also more sinister and sharp.

The handle is inlaid with turquoise and large pieces of honey-colored amber. This curved knife is as beautiful and elegant as its owner, yet with a cold and evil aura that can kill with one blow.

Soon, all the monsters in the field died at the hands of Du Choumian.

But the temperament of the sleeper is still leisurely and relaxed.

Not only was there not a drop of sweat on his forehead, but even his bare, pale, jade-like feet were not stained with a single trace of blood.

Wu Manshuang watched coldly as the waiters came out from the small door of the fighting arena one after another and dragged the monsters away.

Soon after, the newly made blood wine was served to entertain the audience.

Wu Manshuang was also given a cup.

As he swallowed the cold blood wine, a feeling of depression inevitably surged into his heart.

As for the restless spiritual energy contained in the blood wine, Dui Choumian used a deadly poison of the annihilation level to shatter it, and then expelled it from his body with a sullen face.

Not long after, Wu Man Shuang went to the backstage and passed by the swordsman Bu Ye.

Over the past few days, Wu Manshuang has been keeping an eye on Bu Ye, and occasionally meets him in the corridor backstage.

Once, seeing a good opportunity, he took the initiative to approach Bu Ye using the pseudonym Duichoumian.

Dui Choumian put on a smiling expression and gave a hint:

"Did you earn 500 Spiritual Stones this time?"

The sword cultivator who came out of the village was very frugal with his words: "Hmph."

Dui Choumian did not take it as an offense, but just slightly lengthened the tone of his voice, sounding as if he was emphasizing each word:

"Spiritual stones are good, but how many times can you win such spiritual stones?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Ye was stunned for a moment, then left angrily without even leaving Wu Manshuang behind.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

So, did this swordsman receive my hint or not?

Since then, Wu Man Shuang has given Bu Ye several more cryptic hints.

However, judging from Bu Ye's performance, he seemed to regard all those hints as ridicule.

...There's nothing we can do about it, we can only let things take their course.

After going to the underground fighting arena to report many times, Wu Man Shuang has memorized every face of the audience.

Some of the spectators were regulars at the underground arena, and they drank blood wine there six out of seven days. Wu Man Shuang suspected that their blood vessels would burst soon.

There are also audiences who come less frequently, but are always there at least one day out of ten.

What made Wu Manshuang feel most depressed was that he had never seen a spectator who would come to the underground arena only once.

They would often return to the underground arena one after another in the following days, sit on the platform, and eagerly wait for the glass of blood wine.

Without exception.

Replaying the new faces she saw today in her mind, Wu Manshuang opened the door and quickly returned to her room.

Generally speaking, after returning to the room, Wu Manshuang would often do two things.

The first thing was to sketch the faces of the audience and record them in the jade slips.

The second thing is...

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of something she had expected, and she nodded politely at it.

Yes, from the day he met Senior Brother Kang Bashui, every time Wu Manshuang came back, he could see one of Senior Brother Bashui's tentacles standing on his desk, greeting him.

Since touching is a hand, this action can be associated with waving.

But at the same time, the tentacles are also the brain, so this action can also be associated with nodding.

There is another possibility, that is the tentacles or perhaps the wrists... No, no, no, Wu Manshuang believes in the integrity of Senior Brother Kang.

Unless there are seven tentacles left and none of them are broken, he wouldn't do such a crazy thing!

Sensing that Wu Manshuang had returned, Senior Brother Bashui's voice came out from the small cube worn by the tentacle.

"Brother Wu, you are here."

"Senior Brother Kang." Wu Manshuang responded immediately.

Although his expression remained unchanged, he heaved a long sigh in his heart.

If Wu Manshuang had Xiao Ling's writing skills, he would definitely write a book of unofficial history titled "Did Senior Brother Kang Bashui cut off a new tentacle today?"

Otherwise, I would be sorry for all the hard work Wu Manshuang has put in these days.

——You know, after the tentacles leave the body, they will lose their vitality in about an hour.

Therefore, Kang Bashui was not responsible for the recycling and directly handed over the task of handling the whole process to Wu Manshuang.

According to Wu Manshuang's personality, he would not be willing to use poison on familiar relatives and friends unless it was necessary.

Even if it was just a piece of my brother's disposable body.

So, Wu Manshuang started by using fire to treat the tentacles.

But he later discovered... after the tentacles were roasted, the smell, the color, the oil that burst in the flames... why were they so fragrant!

At this moment, it really reminds me of many famous dishes such as fried squid with sauce, spicy fried octopus tentacles, and octopus balls!

Wu Manshuang: “…”

But...snakes can't...really can't!

Wu Manshuang firmly maintained her bottom line and burned the octopus legs into a handful of charcoal ash amid the fragrance.

So the next day, Wu Manshuang learned her lesson and did not burn the octopus tentacles. Instead, she buried them in a flowerpot on the windowsill.

To be honest, the moment Wu Manshuang buried the octopus tentacles, she thought of a lot of things.

He recalled the tree of octopus tentacles planted by Senior Sister Chang Lili, swaying in the wind, and the unextinguished light in Senior Sister Chang Lili's eyes.

“…”

It’s better to avoid doing things that might make Chang Lili regard you as a close friend.

Finally, on the third day, Wu Manshuang obediently used venom to dissolve Senior Brother Kang's tentacles.

Now, everything is calm and peaceful all day, which is great.

Wu Manshuang waved away the difficult memories that flooded into her mind, coughed lightly, and passed the intelligence she had sorted out today to Senior Brother Kang.

After explaining the details, Wu Manshuang paused for a moment and emphasized, "I feel like a fight is about to start in the ring."

Kang Bashui immediately asked, "To you?"

"No, it's Bu Ye." Wu Manshuang added, "Perhaps, Bu Ye is the prey they chose for Dui Choumian."

It's just like when people become bandits in the world, they have to kill people and carry the heads of others up the mountain as a token of their loyalty.

The five disciples of Zhan Yunxiao Sword Town were probably the token of their allegiance that Dui Choumian needed to submit.

After hearing this, Kang Bashui was very confident in the authenticity of the news.

He immediately said that he understood and would find someone to contact Bu Ye right away.

Even if you are an undercover agent, you cannot expose a disciple from a prestigious sect and kill another disciple from a prestigious sect. This is torture for both parties.

After a brief pause, Kang Bashui used his smart brain, which left eight after removing one, to grasp the key point of the matter.

"Has Buye ever drunk that blood wine?"

"No." Wu Manshuang observed secretly for a long time and was very sure of the answer. "The arena may think that it is a waste to give this kind of wine to the prey."

This was obviously a good thing, as Bu Ye escaped death.

On the communications side, Kang Bashui breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to explain the news from his side.

According to Kang Bashui, the sect attached great importance to Wu Manshuang's reaction and had already begun a secret investigation into the Silver Light Arena.

But at least under the jurisdiction of Guiyuan Sect, the Silver Light Arena was hidden extremely carefully.

For example, in Tianyuan City, if Wu Manshuang hadn't given a clear answer, they wouldn't even know that there was a monster base here.

Even now, the disciples who were secretly searching in Tianyuan City have not found the place where these monsters were raised in the Silver Light Arena.

In Kang Bashui's words, the disciples searched Tianyuan City inside and out for more than ten times, and even the ground was almost bare.

It’s really strange, these monsters can’t just appear from thin air.

At this point, even the good-tempered Brother Bashui became a little irritable:

"They won't send people to seal the Demon Realm and back every day. Kill and capture now!"

Wu Manshuang laughed dumbly: "Kill and capture now is certainly not possible - of course it is also possible."

"Eh? Brother Wizard, why do you say that?"

Wu Manshuang remembered something and changed her tone temporarily.

He murmured two words: "Nest."

——When he and Yan Luoyue were young, they had entered the Demon Realm’s lair one after another.

And there they had an unforgettable reunion (for Wu Manshuang).

It was in that demon's lair that they encountered the swaying tree and found a silver beast head ring in it.

Since there were only demonic plants in the den and no signs of other demonic activities, no one seemed to take the matter seriously.

But now when Wu Manshuang looks back on this incident, she feels that it is filled with many weird things.

For example, if the Silver Light Arena knew about this lair, what if Wu Chunhui was a demon minion they deliberately sent to serve the Shaking Illusion Tree?

For example, the Silver Light Arena originally used this nest to raise monsters.

But later on, because the swaying tree was guarding the exit, this nest was abandoned?

Or...

What if the Silver Light Arena controls more than one nest?

Wu Manshuang briefly explained what had happened and asked Brother Kang Bashui to keep an eye out for any traces of the nest.

"……I see."

Hearing this, the tentacle on the table nodded at Wu Manshuang in a serious manner.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

He didn't know how he could tell a deep and serious look from just a tentacle.

Maybe it's because this tentacle has a brain.

Kang Bashui assured Wu Manshuang: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Wu, I will report the situation immediately and ask my fellow junior brothers and sisters to look for traces of the nest. At the same time, I will also ask the masters of Fanyin Temple to pay more attention."

Upon hearing this, Wu Manshuang's brows relaxed, and she felt a sense of unexpected surprise.

"Is the Fanyin Temple also involved in this?"

Even though she knew that the large forces would eventually join in, the speed still exceeded Wu Manshuang's imagination.

Kang Bashui's hearty laughter came out from the small cube:

"Yes. And as long as we get one more piece of evidence, the Snow Region will also get involved!"

The two brothers were talking happily, and out of some subtle tacit understanding, no one asked whether Hongtong Palace was involved in the matter.

Kang Bashui told Wu Manshuang that they did not communicate directly with Hongtong Palace regarding the matter of the Silver Light Arena.

Gui Yuanzong chose to first use the disciples stationed in the office under the jurisdiction of Hongtong Palace to conduct a secret investigation.

At this point, Kang Bashui couldn't help but ask: "Junior Brother Wu, could the Silver Light Arena you mentioned really be..."

"Tsk." Wu Manshuang immediately stopped Kang Bashui from finishing his sentence, "Brother Bashui, your words are not enough."

——As for the things that can be used as evidence, isn’t he investigating them under the identity of “Duichoumian”?

After talking a few more words, Wu Manshuang suddenly called him when she felt that Kang Bashui seemed to be about to cut off the communication.

"Wait, Brother Bashui..."

"What's the matter?"

Wu Manshuang asked the question without hesitation.

It was not until the moment he said it that he realized that missing her had become as natural as breathing.

"Do you have any news about Luoyue?"

Kang Bashui suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, Junior Brother Wu, you have never been separated from Junior Sister Yan for such a long time since you entered the sect!"

"Yes," Wu Manshuang smiled, "We have always been together."

Kang Bashui comforted Wu Manshuang and said, "As far as I know, Junior Sister Yan is doing fine... It's just that when Junior Brother Yuan suggested that she go to the Silver Light Arena to fish and enforce the law, Junior Sister Yan refused."

"So Junior Brother Yuan just went up on his own, it won't be a problem."

Upon hearing this news, Wu Manshuang was slightly stunned, and she pressed her palms on the table, almost standing up:

"Why did Luoyue refuse? What happened?"

This style of doing things... doesn't seem like Yan Luoyue's work.

Kang Bashui said casually, "I don't know. I heard from Junior Sister Yan that she has to practice the Turtle Shrinking Technique recently, so she can't show her head."

He asked Wu Manshuang out of curiosity, "Junior Brother Wu, the Turtle Clan actually has something like the Turtle Contraction Technique?"

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang held her breath, went against her conscience, and said firmly, "Yes."

Then, amid Kang Bashui's surprised exclamation, Wu Manshuang slowly frowned.

——Of course the turtle tribe does not have a "Turtle Contraction Skill".

This statement sounds like nonsense, and it’s Yan Luoyue’s version of nonsense.

But he actually made such a decision... I wonder what Luoyue discovered?