Infinite Mask Game.

Xie Jingming and the others followed the chaos into the courtyard.

Across the street from the courtyard house, inside a quaint shop.

Two people wearing straw hats to cover their faces sat facing each other, and out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of this scene through the gauze window.

One of them said, "Following the protagonist of destiny has indeed yielded results; he's even set his sights on the slave market."

It has a pungent, cheap smell; it's none other than the Five Lucky Rats.

Wei Miao pondered for a moment: "They want to throw the slave market into chaos, preferably the entire city into chaos."

It was very easy for her to enter the slave market; Dian Miyi had informants there and was on good terms with many slave owners.

Disguised, getting inside was not difficult at all.

The opposing camp also has slave owners, and they wield considerable power.

“Liu Ruyan?” Wei Miao pondered the name. “But he’s not here right now. Someone else is inside. The place hidden in the slave market is definitely not a small stronghold, and they’ve also managed to snag the protagonist of destiny.”

She had originally planned to leave the slave market, because she had already guessed that she was destined to be sleepless tonight.

But then he became interested and decided to sit here and observe carefully.

She guessed that the leading monk didn't know who the important person he had brought back was, and thought that a naive young man would be easy to take the blame for, so he brought him along.

She thought to herself, "Since Gu Fuhui is in charge, I'll just have to see how it goes."

The five lucky rats opposite also showed no intention of leaving.

The two sat unhurriedly, one drinking tea and the other smoking.

After Xie Jingming entered the courtyard, he discovered that this house was no smaller than the residences of the group of important figures mentioned above.

But it has no popularity whatsoever.

Seeing this, Xie Jingming felt a little relieved.

It seems there are no slaves here.

Zhou Fan easily saw through his thoughts and secretly laughed at him for deceiving himself.

Slaves wouldn't be openly chained up in the front yard; they should all be in cages in the backyard.

Moreover, although there were no guards on the surface, the vague presence of them in the shadows made him feel uneasy.

There's no one here, there are just too many people.

Dong Luan turned around and said with a smile, "Esteemed benefactors, the reason I brought you here is to help you improve your strength."

"Rapidly increasing strength..." Zhou Fan wanted to say that these were all unorthodox methods, but in the end, he phrased it tactfully, "Aren't there any side effects?"

After witnessing the grandeur of the slave market, Xie Jingming felt no fear, but rather a surge of passion rose within him, while maintaining a degree of composure.

Although he was not very knowledgeable, he knew that the path to improving one's strength in a short period of time came at a huge cost.

Therefore, he remained silent.

"You benefactors are truly wise and courageous." Dong Luan's eloquent words flowed effortlessly. "This method can temporarily push you all up a major realm, but it is ultimately an external force and can only be maintained for two hours."

"This external force will be directly injected into your bodies, so you will feel unbearable pain, and at the same time, you will have a lot of distracting thoughts. Moreover, you will have the power of the realm but not the level of the realm."

"For example, temporarily reaching the seventh level from the top level only means that your physical fitness and mental strength are comparable to the seventh level, but without the supernatural powers of the seventh level, your inner demons will not reach perfection."

All four were stunned.

"He actually managed to advance to the seventh level?" Xie Jingming was incredulous. Even if he were only a pseudo-seventh level cultivator, he could easily defeat him now.

The gap between the Seven Sects and the top-tier sects is enormous.

Zhou Fan was also taken aback. He had never heard of such a miraculous secret technique that could allow someone to leap over the threshold of the Seven Sects, even if only temporarily.

Therefore, he felt it was even less reliable.

If it weren't for Xie Jingming and the hidden expert, he would have definitely pulled Cao Hai and turned to leave.

Now, he no longer believes that Dongluan is some ignorant and compassionate monk, but rather a demon who deceives heroes.

They overestimated themselves and dared to get involved in this kind of incident.

"Can I withdraw? I think being a top-tier player is enough." Zhou Fan quickly refused the other party's "kind offer." If he really believed the negligible side effects that Dong Luan mentioned, he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Xie Jingming was clearly much more cautious: "Is it really necessary to do this?"

“Of course, we need one of the Seven Sects to back us up, otherwise the chances are slim,” Dong Luan sighed. “We are fully prepared. When you succeed, our hidden forces will be unleashed simultaneously, killing slave owners one by one and releasing the slaves.”

"I swear an oath against my conscience for what I just said!"

The men's expressions turned solemn.

Making a vow to the demonic heart requires utmost caution; a single misstep can reduce all cultivation to ashes, leading to physical and spiritual annihilation.

Once someone reveals their inner demons and vows, it shows that their resolve is unwavering.

Before anyone could say anything, Dong Luan had already begun to swear an oath according to the standards of the oath.

When he finished making the vow, Zhou Fan's expression softened.

He wavered. Had he misjudged the monk? Did he really want to be the savior of slaves?

“If Benefactor Zhou is unwilling, that is also acceptable. However, the group must agree on one of you, otherwise the plan cannot proceed.” Dong Luan stared intently at Xie Jingming. “None of our other top-tier experts can withstand the power of the secret technique. Only a genius like Benefactor Xie, who has reached the threshold of the Seven Sects at such a young age, has a chance.”

Once the oath of inner demons was made, Xie Jingming's last remaining doubts vanished.

He eventually agreed.

Because among the remaining three, he was the only one who was a top-tier player.

Dong Luan was very satisfied: "Very well, then please follow me, Benefactor Xie."

He led Xie Jingming into the east wing.

The room was simply furnished with only basic tables, chairs, and a bed, and appeared to be uninhabited.

The caveman directed him, saying, "Please sit down in the center of the room, benefactor."

A circle was drawn on the ground with an ink pen.

Xie Jingming did as instructed and sat cross-legged inside the circle.

"No matter what happens next, don't panic, just stay calm and stay within the circle."

After finishing his rambling, Dong Luan went out and closed the door.

He walked through the corridor, around the front yard, and into a master bedroom in the backyard.

Inside stood a pale-skinned man with a strangely handsome face.

There are seven powerful sects!
"Kou Yu, I've brought the person here." Dong Luan's face lost its kind smile, and his indifferent expression was somewhat gloomy.

Kou Yu replied, "I understand. Let's get started."

There is a red lacquered altar in the master bedroom.

There was a statue on the table.

He was slightly plump, sitting cross-legged on the altar, holding a white porcelain bottle in his left hand, making a mudra with his right hand, and a green snake coiled around his legs.

It is none other than the recently popular Duke Fu'an in the capital.

However, the materials used for this statue are unusual.

The surface coated with oil paint is made of leather.

It looks like the skin of some kind of creature.

Even its dark, hollow eyes were bright and piercing, seemingly some kind of natural glass bead.

Kou Yu looked at Him, thought for a moment, and confirmed that the group of sacrifices met the requirements.

Those were the supplies Liu Ruyan had given him—a group of ordinary human slaves, none of whom were infected with disease, but of course, they weren't healthy either.

At this moment, they were locked in the basement below the master bedroom, with a symbol drawn on their foreheads in blood, resembling an upside-down "?".

Their eyes were vacant, and they collapsed to the ground, completely unaware of what was about to happen to them. (End of Chapter)