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Octopus #1728, it's taken the bait!
Ah Xiong couldn't help but grin.
Mingchuan waved his hand, signaling them to go about their business, while he walked with slightly unsteady steps toward the quiet room in the back hall, as if he were going to go into seclusion to heal his injuries.
Soon, only Jin Man remained before the Heavenly Observation Mirror.
She looked at Lin Yi's figure sitting quietly in the No. 7 courtyard of the Bingzi building in the mirror, then glanced at the direction of the back hall. A trace of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
"Su Hongzhen... this time, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences of your attempt to steal a chicken!"
She formed hand seals and began to adjust the atmosphere inside and outside the sect more meticulously through the Observation Mirror.
A counterattack and scheming against the Qingcheng Yufa Sect has quietly begun.
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No. 7 Courtyard, Block C.
Lin Yi sat cross-legged in meditation, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared.
The message crane that suddenly appeared, though brief, was a clear signal.
The outbreak of the Demon Abyss may be related to Su Hongzhen.
He has to be quick to seize the opportunity to cooperate.
Just as I was pondering this, a commotion came from outside the courtyard, as if a lot of people were passing by.
Lin Yi's heart stirred, and he got up and walked to the courtyard gate, looking out through the crack in the door.
A group of disciples from the Battle Hall were seen escorting several carts loaded with supplies past in a hurry, seemingly heading towards the teleportation array outside the mountain gate.
The leader of the team was none other than Ah Xiong.
Ah Xiong's voice faintly came through: "...Hurry up! The sect leader needs these array base materials in the Demon Abyss! My godfather sent a message saying the situation is not good, the seal is harder to stabilize than expected...Damn it, if I find out who's behind this, I'll skin them alive!"
His tone was anxious, revealing worry and anger.
The convoy quickly disappeared into the distance.
Lin Yi retreated back into the courtyard, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Mingchuan's progress in the Demon Abyss is not going well? They urgently need to replenish supplies? It seems the Sect Master's arrangements are working..."
He felt he needed to verify the information.
Half an hour later, on his way to the Hall of Transmission, he happened to run into Ji Zhou, who was reprimanding several disciples on duty.
Ji Zhou's face was grim. He sternly addressed the disciples who had bowed their heads and dared not speak, "...In this critical time, you must all be on your guard! The sect leader is risking his life for the people of the Spirit Realm in the Demon Abyss, and Vice Sect Leader Jin is overseeing the central command day and night. Our greatest contribution is to guard our home! If I find anyone negligent during patrols again, I will punish them severely!"
His gaze swept across the room and he saw Lin Yi passing by. He paused for a moment, his expression softened slightly, and he nodded to Lin Yi, but the seriousness and fatigue between his brows were clearly visible.
Lin Yi quickly bowed and greeted him: "Elder Jizhou."
Ji Zhou waved his hand, said nothing more, and continued to reprimand the disciples.
Lin Yi continued walking towards the Hall of Transmission, his conviction growing stronger.
The Wan Chuan Sect's leadership is under immense pressure. While its internal defenses appear tight, they are actually stretched thin due to manpower being tied up by the Demon Abyss.
In the Hall of Transmission of Skills, he overheard two disciples in a low voice talking.
"...Have you heard? It seems the sect leader is injured!"
"What? How come?"
"It seems to be a backlash from the seal... I don't know the specifics. Vice Sect Master Jin has strictly ordered a news blackout, fearing it might shake morale. But the atmosphere at the Suspended Palace is very strange; the pills sent in are all top-grade healing elixirs..."
"Oh my god... what are we going to do? What about the Demon Abyss..."
The voice was very low, but Lin Yi could hear it clearly.
His heart was pounding!
Mingchuan is injured? Backlash from the seal?
If that's the case, it would be a godsend!
He suppressed his excitement, calmly accepted his daily cultivation Q&A session, and returned to Courtyard No. 7, Section C.
Once the door was closed, he could no longer hide the joy on his face.
"Mingchuan is injured, the sect is vulnerable, and the Demon Abyss is about to fall... The opportunity has arrived!"
He needs to deliver this message to the sect leader as soon as possible!
Unbeknownst to him, at this moment, Jin Man looked at Lin Yi's suppressed excitement in the Heavenly Observation Realm and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"The fish has taken the bait."
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Lin Yi paced back and forth in the courtyard of No. 7, Bingzi, suppressing the excitement and a trace of unease in his heart.
Mingchuan is injured, the sect is internally vulnerable due to the Demon Abyss's influence, and the higher-ups are anxious... This is a golden opportunity, and the news must be sent back to the Qingcheng Yufa Sect immediately!
But how to deliver it?
Wanchuan Sect is currently under Level 2 alert, with its protective formation fully activated, isolating both the inside and outside.
Ordinary methods of communication are easily intercepted and detected.
The paper crane that had strayed into the area was clearly a one-way instruction sent by the sect leader through special channels; he had no means of making contact on his own.
Leaving the clan directly? That's even more impossible.
Without a reasonable reason, leaving one's clan during the vigil period will inevitably arouse suspicion.
He needs to find a way to deliver the message that is both safe and natural.
His gaze fell on the book "Detailed Explanation of the Wanchuan Qi-Guiding Technique" on the stone table in the courtyard.
This was received today at the Hall of Transmission of Merit.
The pages are brand new, and the scent of ink still lingers.
Lin Yi's heart stirred.
He went back to the quiet room and took out a set of specially made writing brushes and ink.
This ink and brush may seem ordinary, but it is actually reserved for Shadow Guards. The writing it produces will naturally dissipate after a certain period of time, and the fluctuations in spiritual energy during writing are extremely subtle and difficult to detect.
He spread out a piece of ordinary stationery, pondered for a moment, and then picked up his pen to write:
"Reporting to the Sect Master: Mingchuan of Wanchuan Sect suffered a backlash at the seal of the Demon Abyss and is now in seclusion, severely injured. Due to the Demon Abyss's influence, the sect's defenses are tight on the outside but loose on the inside, leaving the core area vulnerable. He suspects that the destruction of the seal is related to our sect and is secretly contacting forces such as Qingfeng Yumen, intending to launch a joint attack once the Demon Abyss has stabilized. The time has come. Please give your instructions."
The content is concise yet contains the most crucial information: Mingchuan's condition, the sect's true strength and weaknesses, and the opponent's movements.
After he finished writing, he checked it carefully and confirmed that there were no errors.
The writing will completely disappear after twelve hours, and the spiritual energy fluctuations will be so weak as to be almost non-existent.
The next step is how to send it out.
Should they simply have someone bring them out? That's too risky. The Wan Chuan Sect will undoubtedly be conducting a thorough search of anyone entering or leaving the sect.
After thinking it over and over, Lin Yi put away the pen and paper, carefully folded the letter, and hid it in a hidden pocket in his sleeve.
Then he got up and went out, heading towards the Hall of Transmission.
It's perfectly normal for him to go and ask about some difficult points in his cultivation.
As he passed the small square in the center of the Bingzi District, he noticed several outer disciples arguing, seemingly vying for a cultivation spot with slightly denser spiritual energy.
One of them became agitated, and during the shoving, a package fell from his arms, scattering several ordinary-looking spiritual herbs and a few low-grade spirit stones.
"Ouch! My things!" The disciple hurriedly went to pick them up.
Lin Yi glanced at them and made up his mind. He stepped forward and said gently, "Senior brother, if you've scattered the things, I'll help you."
As he spoke, he squatted down to help pick them up.
As he picked up a spiritual herb, he gave an extremely slight tremor of his wrist, and the folded letter slipped silently out of his hand and into the scattered items.
"Thank you, junior brother!" The disciple, oblivious to anything amiss, took the spiritual herbs Lin Yi offered, shoved them haphazardly back into his pack, glared at his rival, and stormed off.
Lin Yi watched him leave, his eyes calm.
He recognized this disciple; his name was Liu Qiao, a well-known errand runner in the Bingzi District. His cultivation level wasn't high, but he had a wide network of connections. He often helped disciples who couldn't leave the mountain gate buy odds and ends at the market outside the mountain gate, earning a meager errand fee in return.
Because he was considered reliable, the disciples on duty recognized him and their inspections were usually not too strict.
More importantly, it seems that Liu Qiao is going out today.
The newly picked spiritual herbs and stones in his package were likely for trading or purchasing things at the market.
Next, it's a gamble that Liu Qiao won't carefully inspect every item in the package, and that the disciple on duty won't discover the letter with almost no spiritual energy fluctuations.
Lin Yi did not linger and continued walking towards the Hall of Transmission.
Everything is up to fate.