Chapter 133 Seeing Through the Disguise

The goose-feather sabre, wreathed in black mist, slashed fiercely at the masked woman.

The masked woman was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Among the three corpses covered in livid death spots, one shattered apart completely, and the masked woman climbed back to her feet as if nothing had happened.

"Transferring damage?" Seeing this, Zhang Liu smiled grimly. "I'd like to see how many corpses you have."

With that, Zhang Liu took a step forward.

As the Tiezuanxian prepared to follow suit, Fang Mu pulled him back and shook his head.

This man named Liu Xu was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

Fang Mu had encountered case investigators from the Sky-Inspecting Bureau before. To put it bluntly, those investigators were weak—extremely weak.

However, this man named Liu Xu was different. He wasn't weak like those investigators; on the contrary, he was very strong.

During the previous assault, only Liu Xu's attack had successfully landed on the masked woman.

Fang Mu had his suspicions, and a certain hypothesis was forming in his mind.

On the other side, Zhang Liu gripped his goose-feather sabre, a gloomy expression on his face that looked inexplicably perverted.

"An anomaly must die, and a deviant practitioner must die too," Zhang Liu said grimly. "No need for last words. You don't deserve them."

"You can test me with the Evil-Averting Stone!" the masked woman blurted out anxiously. "I have connections with the Sky-Inspecting Bureau!"

Zhang Liu paused for a moment, then raised his goose-feather sabre again. "I don't believe you."

The masked woman removed her mask and shouted, "Zhang Liu, you know me!"

Beneath the mask was an exquisitely peerless face.

As the masked woman removed her mask, Zhang Liu froze.

"Yu Ling?" Zhang Liu was stunned. "Weren't you already dead?"

Watching from the sidelines, Fang Mu frowned. Leaving aside what they were discussing, the masked woman's address for Liu Xu set Fang Mu's mind turning.

Wasn't the name Zhang Liu the same as the person who had backstabbed him last time?

No, this person could not be left alive.

Fang Mu looked at the Tiezuanxian, pointed at Zhang Liu, and made a stealthy cutting motion across his own neck.

As someone who had struggled at the bottom of the pugilistic world, the Tiezuanxian, though honest and dutiful, understood this simple gesture.

The meaning of the gesture was... finish them off.

The honest and dutiful Tiezuanxian did not hesitate and nodded.

Do it, why wouldn't he do it?

As clever as he was, the Tiezuanxian naturally knew the stakes. A person had to learn how to make choices, and those choices had to be the right ones.

The Tiezuanxian had once cast a divination for Fang Mu, and that feeling of mist was something he would remember for the rest of his life. What did that mean? It meant the Child of Destiny had formidable backing.

Following Fang Mu could never go wrong.

On the other side.

Zhang Liu frowned slightly, produced a stone, and tossed it over. "Try this."

Yu Ling (the masked woman) picked up the Evil-Averting Stone, but the stone showed no change whatsoever.

"What on earth is going on here!" Zhang Liu shouted. "You were originally a case investigator under the Sky-Inspecting Bureau. Why did you suddenly die and turn into a deviant practitioner? If you can't explain this clearly, prepare to die."

Yu Ling pondered for a moment and said, "This was all Director Wu's plan. That day, Director Wu found me and asked if I was willing to become a deviant practitioner and infiltrate the Evil Buddha's sect."

Zhang Liu rested his goose-feather sabre against Yu Ling's neck, signaling her to continue.

Yu Ling smiled bitterly. "Director Wu said that by infiltrating the enemy's inner circle, constantly climbing the ranks, and eventually replacing the Evil Buddha to become the supreme boss, we could then coordinate with the Sky-Inspecting Bureau to annihilate the organization."

Fang Mu, who was preparing off to the side, froze.

Good grief, this plot felt inexplicably familiar.

To become an undercover agent and then scheme his way up to become the boss—his cheap master's methods were simply too dazzling.

"My deviant cultivation method was also provided by Director Wu," Yu Ling confessed. "I haven't killed anyone; I only found corpses in the potter's field."

Zhang Liu shook his head. "There is no proof."

Yu Ling said helplessly, "This matter was kept extremely secret. Where am I supposed to find proof?"

Both sides fell silent. One side refused to believe, while the other could produce no evidence.

Fang Mu stoked the flames, saying, "Execute her. If you won't do it, I'll do it for you. This fellow ambushed me before."

Yu Ling explained, "That's not true! You carry the aura of the Evil Buddha's disciples; I was merely testing you."

The aura of the Evil Buddha's disciples?

Fang Mu rubbed his chin. That was true enough; he had indeed killed an anomaly transformed from an Evil Buddha disciple.

"Right!" As if remembering something, Yu Ling hurriedly said, "I do have proof! Look at this!"

A jade pendant appeared in Yu Ling's palm.

Zhang Liu's pupils contracted. "This is Director Wu's personal jade pendant!"

Yu Ling nodded. "Indeed. Director Wu has a total of one hundred and twenty-eight jade pendants, each capable of borrowing Director Wu's divine power at a critical moment. Director Wu gave this to me."

Zhang Liu withdrew his goose-feather sabre and sighed. "It really is his. Those granted jade pendants are invariably individuals who have made monumental contributions to the Sky-Inspecting Bureau."

For some reason, the air carried a faint, sour scent of jealousy.

Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief. "It's finally cleared up."

Zhang Liu flicked a wisp of black mist that landed on Yu Ling's shoulder. "This black mist can track your location. Once I verify this with Director Wu, I will disperse the mist."

Yu Ling nodded; that was acceptable to her.

As long as there was no further misunderstanding, Yu Ling was quite satisfied.

Zhang Liu waved a hand. "You may leave."

The gesture was like swatting away a fly, leaving even Yu Ling clueless about how she had offended Zhang Liu.

Yu Ling put away the jade pendant and turned to leave, but suddenly, illusory symbols of the Eight Trigrams lit up all around them.

Zhang Liu turned his head, looking at the Tiezuanxian in confusion.

The Tiezuanxian's complexion was somewhat pale as he withdrew his hands.

The glowing light of the Eight Trigrams merged into Fang Mu's body, causing Fang Mu's aura to soar continuously.

The Tiezuanxian said, "An augmentation-type Eight Trigrams, it will only last for two incense sticks of time. Brother Fang, make haste; the one called Yu Ling is mine."

With that, the Tiezuanxian waved his long pennant, isolating Yu Ling from the rest.

Do not underestimate the Tiezuanxian just because he usually had a negligible presence in front of Fang Mu; in reality, he was a legitimate Fish-Leaping Realm cultivator.

Fang Mu patted the Tiezuanxian on the shoulder, quite pleased with this tool person, before turning his gaze back to Zhang Liu and stepping forward.

"What are you trying to do?" Zhang Liu frowned slightly.

Fang Mu shook his head. "You're planning to leave just like that? You didn't even ask if I agreed. Ah, Zhang Liu, truly, finding one's way after a fruitless search takes no effort at all."

Zhang Liu understood now. His conversation with Yu Ling had exposed his identity.

Judging by this posture, Fang Mu intended to eliminate both him and Yu Ling here and now.

Zhang Liu offered no explanation, for he wanted to test Fang Mu's strength.

After all, he, Zhang Liu, was Director Wu's most capable right-hand man.

Fang Mu gripped his butcher's knife, walking up to within ten meters of Zhang Liu.

A fiery-red, ferocious tiger head materialized, roaring silently behind him.

Fang Mu suddenly stopped.

The waiting Zhang Liu felt his heart leap as a sense of extreme danger welled up within him.

He drew his goose-feather sabre and slashed backward.

countless strands of black mist erupted, and simultaneously, Fang Mu's figure materialized, accompanied by a heaven-filling web of crimson-red blades...