The Primordial Law

Chapter 379 My Sister Died
Li Weiyi divided the dozens of hermits and hermit elders into two groups.

They separately investigated the demon race and the rice sect.

Those who could reveal their true identities, such as Hidden Five "Shi Jiuzhai", Hidden Nine "Li Jiufu", and Hidden Eleven "Li Jiao", were responsible for screening the list of imperial martial arts practitioners obtained from Zhuang Yue.

In other words, the thirty powerful spirits hidden within the imperial court, using the Soul Fusion Technique, were put in charge.

Li Weiyi made specific arrangements: "These imperial Dao Seed Realm experts who broke into the underground immortal abode and were captured by the Rice Sect are either Dao Seed Realm experts with inferior roots or whose lifespans are about to end, so the range is not large."

“Yin Shiyi, Ge Xiantong owes you a favor. If necessary, you can leverage his influence.”

"Yin Wu, your main task is still with Long Xiangcen. She is a crucial figure in dealing with the demon race."

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“Those thirty hidden powerful spirit beings are all extremely terrifying, and their cultivation levels are definitely not low.”

"Remember this, everyone: your goal is not to kill them, but to find them as much as possible. Before the battle begins, you must not alert them."

Yin Jiu asked, "What happens after the war breaks out?"

Li Weiyi said, "I will send the list to some government departments that we have screened as soon as possible, and let their own people take action. There may still be some problems with some departments, but it is impossible for every department to have problems."

"Even if the demon race and the Rice Cult do not attack the core eight states, but take Lingxiao City first, it is impossible for them to reach Yuntian Immortal Plains instantly. The imperial court will have at least half a day to a day to react."

"What we need to do now is to silently help them gather intelligence in advance, so that they have the ability to resolve potential threats within half a day. Instead of the outbreak of war, when information leaks everywhere, and they are scrambling to deal with things and losing sight of the bigger picture."

"Lingxiao City is a wrecked ship, riddled with holes. We need to find the loopholes and let them plug them themselves before the storm comes."

Yin Jiu said, "In other words, as long as we gather enough intelligence, we can close the net even before the war breaks out?"

"That's right, the sooner the better."

Li Weiyi actually didn't have much confidence in the court's ability to handle affairs.

Even if we fed the intelligence directly to them, their internal conflicts would likely make it difficult to act swiftly, increasing the risk of leaks and disastrous consequences. In that case, we can only try our best to deliver the information to several extraordinary individuals simultaneously.

The masked Xingyue Nu said, "The Luantai is responsible for collecting intelligence, espionage, and counter-espionage information in the imperial court. With the assistance of the Luantai, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

After Li Weiyi dismissed half of the hidden figures responsible for investigating the thirty deceased powerful individuals, he turned to Xingyue Nu and said, "The Rice Sect has a huge influence in Lingxiao City. The Sui Sect alone is quite difficult to deal with. The presence of high-ranking figures like Yao Qian and Jiang Xin within the Luantai means that it has probably been infiltrated like a sieve."

Li Weiyi was certain that Jiang Ning would investigate the court martial arts practitioners on the list and deal with the Suizong's personnel in Luantai. Given her personality, she would not sit idly by and wait for her doom.

There's no need to say this.

Li Weiyi said, "Next, we will discuss how to deal with the Rice Cult and the Sui Cult."

"Yin Er, how's the investigation of the Inari sect's stronghold going?"

Yin Er took out a booklet and handed it to Li Weiyi: "These past few days, following the two strongholds given by the Hidden Man and the clues held by the Hidden Sect itself, all the information has been compiled in this booklet."

As Li Weiyi flipped through the pages, he said, "Keep digging deeper! Be extremely careful. The Rice Cult has at least one Venerable in Lingxiao City, whose cultivation level must be terrifying."

"As I said before, we should investigate discreetly and avoid alerting the enemy. I don't want everyone to perish in Lingxiao City."

Outside the council chamber.

The old man planted a death flame for all the departing hermits and hermit elders.

In top-tier organizations, disciples carrying important secrets or carrying out crucial missions will plant the Spirit Flame of Death.

The significance of planting the spirit fire of death.

One method is to maintain secrecy. Once it falls into enemy hands, if the enemy attempts to search the soul, the Deathfire will be triggered instantly. Some powerful Deathfire can even burn the enemy to death.

Conceal fire within your body and set traps to kill enemies.

Secondly, if one plants the Death Flame and then betrays their sect, revealing it to the enemy, their sect can kill them instantly upon discovery.

This is a necessary precaution when carrying highly classified information and carrying out important missions.

Even so, there is still a risk of leaks.

Therefore, matters involving top-level secrets are always handled by the transcendent personally casting the Death Spirit Fire. The "spirituality" of that Death Spirit Fire is even more terrifying.

Just like the death flame within Yao Qingxuan's body, her words and actions could potentially be sensed. Even when she confided secrets to Li Weiyi, it was mostly through hints.

Yin Jun once said that Yao Qingxuan didn't dare to speak out explicitly.

But even Yin Jun didn't know exactly how far Transcendence could go; he simply couldn't comprehend that level. The perceptual abilities of Transcendence varied depending on its level.

Perhaps a connection can be made within a certain range. Perhaps complete concentration is required to generate a subtle connection.

The more incomprehensible something is, the more awe it evokes.

Inside the council hall, only Li Weiyi, Yin Yi, and Yin Wu remained.

Yin Yi removed his mask, revealing a face of someone in his thirties with a mustache above his lips and an air of melancholy about him.

Yin Wu narrowed his eyes, quite surprised: "Yang Qianfeng, the head of the Yang family, Yin Yi, it's actually you."

Yin Yi said, "The Cangli tribe and the Yang family have been intermarrying for generations. What's so strange about their complicated internal grudges and entanglements? They are intertwined. If it weren't for Yin Jun, my grandmother and I would have died at the hands of the Yang family long ago."

"The fruits of everyone's hatred are borne in their own hearts. Who cares about outsiders? Everyone only sees your current glory."

“Mysterious Man, I’ve discovered something: Li Songjian, the eldest son of the Cangli tribe chief, is very likely a member of the Rice Cult. His wife is Yang Qingxi’s aunt.”

Li Weiyi had already discovered that some members of the Cangli tribe were cultivating rice in the ancestral territory when he went to the Jiuli tribe's ancestral land to retrieve seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Kings.

At that time, I saw an old man who looked quite similar to Li Songlin and Li Songgu.

It's most likely their eldest brother, Li Songjian.

Yin Yi said, "But the traitor hidden among the nine clan leaders is still nowhere to be found. I used to think that it was Coffin Mountain that suppressed and subdued him. Now it seems that it should be the Rice Cult's method." Yin Wu had met that old man before: "That person must be a giant. It's a pity that such a strong person had his spine broken, was subdued into a dog, and became a tool for the enemy to destroy the Jiuli Clan."

Yin Yi felt this deeply: "There is white in black, and black in white. Being in the Hidden Sect means that we are destined to walk on the edge of black and white, and we will come into contact with people who move between black and white. We cannot blend into absolute white. We are not in a position to deal with absolute black."

The Daojiao, Suizong, the imperial court, and other forces have all planted spies among the Jiuli tribe.

The existence of the Nine Li Hidden Sect is to retaliate against them.

The black and white factions of all the major powers in the world are intertwined.

Li Weiyi pondered for a moment: "Let's put this matter aside for now; the truth will come out sooner or later. Yin Wu, hand Sikong Jingyuan over to Yin Yi."

With a thud, Sikong Jingyuan, who was unconscious, tumbled out of the bag.

Li Weiyi said, "This person is the divine son of the Rice Cult, and must know many secrets."

Yin Yi said, "Does the Hidden Man want me to pry his mouth open?"

"He definitely has a death flame growing inside him, so it will be very difficult to get him to talk."

Li Weiyi then added, "I need you to use the power of the Sui Sect to interrogate him and teach him a lesson. It would be best if you could get him to talk and obtain information. Then, at the appropriate time, make him escape by the skin of his teeth."

Yin instantly understood: "Framing the Sui Sect? Using the Rice Cult to deal with Yang Shenjing and Yao Qian. When will you let him escape?"

"Wait for my news."

Li Weiyi had to wait for news from the headquarters.

If the previous plan succeeds, one of Yao Qingxuan and An Xianjing will most likely come to Lingxiao City.

The hermits left in batches.

The forty-fifth Supreme Elder took his leave: "This matter is of utmost importance. After the battle of Lingxiao City, the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape) will inevitably undergo tremendous changes. I must return to Lizhou to inform the Hidden Lord and summon all the Supreme Elders and Ancient Hermits to prepare in advance for an even more dangerous and chaotic situation."

"If Lingxiao City cannot be defended, flee towards Lizhou. The Hidden Sect will come to your aid."

The recluse he referred to was naturally the hermit from the previous sixty-year cycle.

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Danyuefang, Tiange.

Inside the lavishly decorated room, Tang Wanqiu lay slumped over the table, drinking alone. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she reeked of alcohol.

Lately, he has been in a daze every day, half drunk and half sober.

The two waitresses who were serving drinks were already passed out drunk.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door.

The voice of an older, highly skilled martial artist from Xuejian Tangting rang out urgently and joyfully: "Young Master Qiu..."

“Don’t bother me, get lost… My sister is dead… My sister is dead, what’s the point of me living? Sister… If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone to the Temple of Crossing Calamities… I didn’t even get to see you one last time…”

Tang Wanqiu clutched the wine jug, weeping like a child, overwhelmed with grief.

Tang Wanzhou is not only his sister, but also a strict teacher, an uncompromising leader, and the spiritual banner of the younger generation within the Xuejian Tangting.

"Oh!"

The door was flung open with a single blow.

"Are you trying to rebel? Who gave you the guts... Sister... Is that you? Am I dreaming...?"

Tang Wanqiu suddenly wiped away the tears in her eyes with her sleeve, trying to see the figure that walked in clearly.

Tang Wanzhou scanned the scene in the room, his gaze falling on Tang Wanqiu. With a "smack," he slapped Tang Wanqiu hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.

"Sister, it really is you! I know that slap so well! Sister, you're not dead!" Tang Wanqiu covered her face, overjoyed.

Tang Wanzhou sat down in a chair: "Tang Wanqiu, look at you now. Is this the chosen one who went to Du'e Temple to cultivate? You've been defeated by such a small setback? Drag him away, get yourself in order, and bring him back later."

"As ordered."

The two elderly men from Xuejian Tangting held Tang Wanzhou in the highest esteem.

Their dejection vanished, their eyes shone brightly, and they seemed to have inexhaustible energy to serve the young lord.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Tang Wanqiu was completely sober. After taking a bath and changing her clothes, she was in high spirits. She ran quickly into the room and saw Tang Wanzhou looking out the window. She immediately became cautious and explained, "Sister, I thought you had perished in the underground immortal abode. I was so upset that everything looked gray to me, so I had a few drinks."

Tang Wanzhou said, "If I die in the underground immortal abode, the future of Xuejian Tangting will rest on your shoulders. I don't need you to mourn for me; I need you to always be full of fighting spirit, shoulder the responsibilities of a man, and move forward with perseverance."

Tang Wanqiu smiled and said, "With your kind guidance, I feel that the road ahead is smooth and there is no more confusion."

"I don't have time to beat you up again. If I ever see you so dejected again, I'll throw you into the depths of the Netherworld of the Dead. Whether you survive or not will depend on your own fate. The future master of the Snow Sword Tang Court must never have a vulnerable side, not at any time," Tang Wanzhou said.

Tang Wanqiu said, "If I disappoint you again, I will go to the Netherworld of the Dead to train myself."

Tang Wanzhou took out a letter and tossed it to him: "Leave the city immediately and return to the Northern Border. Tell the old man that the time has come to head south and water the horses. Tell him to gather his troops and be ready to cross the Misty Grassland at any time to come to Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain to kill demons and reap the final harvest. The specific tactics and some of my ideas are all in this letter."

"Sister, aren't you coming with me?" Tang Wanqiu asked.

Tang Wanzhou said, "I have more important things to do."

(End of this chapter)