The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1286 This identity is really useful.

Long Ling clapped her hands, and Ma San, who was crouching in the corner of the courtyard, immediately sprang into action, activating the trapping formation that Long Ling had prepared earlier.

He held back for a long time, waiting until all of them were inside the trapping formation before he made his move.

When Ma San was lifted up, he was still in a daze, but he knew very well that this Mr. Long was very important, so he would do whatever he was told.

Only now, seeing the rooftop teeming with people dressed in night clothes, occupying all attack positions, did he suddenly realize what was going on.

So, his role was simply to wait until these people were trapped like turtles in a jar, then close the door and beat them to a pulp.

Long Ling was very satisfied with the trapping formation he had set up. Looking at the people dressed in night clothes with their cold and terrified eyes, he burst out laughing.

"You arrived quite quickly, but unfortunately, you've had some bad luck this time and ran into me. Now you have two choices."

First, if you obediently surrender, I'll leave you with a complete corpse. Second, I'll let you taste what it means to wish you were dead!

Long Ling secretly hoped that these people would be selected as the second one, since he had taken out quite a few good things from the Gu God Palace back then.

However, due to Yun Ran and the Special Administration Bureau keeping an eye on him from time to time, the things he took out were never really useful.

Now that I have the opportunity to openly try it out, I'm quite excited.

Those who were trapped obviously did not know what Long Ling was thinking, and only felt that what Long Ling was saying was a provocation.

For someone who has never lost, these provocations will only drive them even crazier.

"Let's do it!"

Dozens of people, working in perfect unison, drew their weapons, each move executed flawlessly.

At first, they didn't take the trap set by the dragon spirit seriously. They had seen much more powerful formations before and had even broken them easily.

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Countless sword flashes and shadows slashed at the trapped formation, producing only endless noise, without leaving the slightest crack.

These sounds finally alerted the people at the outpost.

The person on night patrol immediately rang the warning bell they carried, waking up those still asleep.

"What's going on? Why is there a fighting sound all of a sudden!"

Some people ran out of the room without even being properly dressed, and following the direction of the sound, they quickly arrived at the courtyard where Long Ling and the others were.

This was the first time that the dozens of people dressed in night clothes, known as ghosts, had been surrounded by so many people while on a mission.

This feeling made them very uncomfortable.

Skilled in assassination and capable of wiping out entire families, they now felt like they were being made a fool of.

The leader was utterly exasperated when he saw that the trap they had been painstakingly hacking at for so long had not moved an inch.

Those who rushed over were filled with confusion upon seeing the scene before them.

When they saw the courtyard that the outpost had spent a lot of money to build, many of the roof tiles were crushed, and even the beams carved by a master craftsman had countless marks of being chopped...

This courtyard was one of the best in the entire stronghold, and they were usually reluctant to let anyone live there. Now that it had become like this, heartache spread through the hearts of many.

"Who is that smiling man? And who are those people in black clothes? And what are they all doing? What are they trying to do?!" Everyone in Mei City knew that this stronghold was affiliated with the Xuanmen Association.

Furthermore, after they were infiltrated by the Dark Palace, neither the Xuanmen Association nor those clandestine Xuanmen forces dared to provoke them easily.

If they hadn't been unaware of the situation, the people at the outpost would have loved to rush up and grab everyone who appeared in the courtyard, skinning them alive.

"Who are you people? Why are you causing trouble at my Xuanmen Association's stronghold? Aren't you afraid of being held accountable?"

He had been watching the men in black hacking and slashing at the dragon spirit trapped in the formation when he heard the questioning voice from not far away. Only then did he suddenly realize that no one in this stronghold seemed to have seen him before.

Seeing how agitated those people were, he didn't even turn his head and ordered Ma San, "Go and handle it!"

At first, Long Ling disliked Ma San, her follower, but now she feels that he is somewhat useful.

"Yes."

Ma San immediately stepped out of the shadows, his face completely devoid of the humility he had shown when facing Yun Ran and Long Ling.

He stared sternly at the Xuanmen stronghold, his eyes cold as he looked at the people constantly approaching: "This is none of your business, all of you get out!"

"You...you're Brother Ma..."

After recognizing Ma San as the newcomer, the people at the outpost belatedly realized that they might have offended someone.

Even though Ma San was just the Divine Envoy's groom, they didn't dare to offend him easily; even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner.

"Brother Ma, we...we're leaving now."

People used to arrive at the stronghold quickly, but now they're leaving even faster.

In the blink of an eye, everyone around the courtyard disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Long Ling suddenly understood why Yun Ran had pretended to be that damned divine messenger; this identity was really useful.

Long Ling's eyes darted around, and he started thinking about what kind of identity he should create for himself.

He was the one who cleaned up the mess at Death Mountain, so he knew a lot about those black-robed men. If he wanted to pretend, he definitely wouldn't give himself away.

Those who left the stronghold quickly were filled with excitement and immediately split into several small groups. Those who were close friends huddled together and chirped crickets quietly.

"With such a commotion, won't it alert the others in Mei City? If people find out, will it expose our connection with the Dark Palace...?"

The speaker spoke very softly; only a few people who were close enough to hear him could hear him.

The man didn't dare say the rest of his words, but the others present clearly understood what he meant by leaving it unsaid.

Their collusion with the people of the Dark Palace was more about seeking personal gain than about wanting to give up their public status and position.

If things really escalate, they won't benefit at all.

"Don't say things like that again. What those people over there want to do is none of our business. Just pretend we didn't see what happened tonight!"

The group nodded immediately. That's right. As long as they pretended they hadn't seen anything, this matter would have nothing to do with them.

They all thought their voices were too quiet, so their plans would remain unknown.

But what they didn't know was that the dragon spirit's soul had already covered the entire stronghold, and not a single clue could escape his notice.