Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Beside him, Jing Ke was wiping the poisoned dagger at his waist.

Upon hearing this, he abruptly stopped, looked up at Yuan Tiangang, and frowned: "The Lin family of Baiyun City..."

He pondered for a moment, then a figure suddenly flashed through his mind, and his eyes flashed with a cold light:

"Lord Yuan, I've just remembered something."

"Xuan Yi (Shi Yong), who previously joined the Drizzle Pavilion, has his enemy none other than the Lin family of White Cloud City!"

Yuan Tiangang slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Jing Ke, waiting for what was to come.

"Xuan Yi once said that five years ago, his father, Shi Yi, and Lin Hansheng, the current head of the Lin family, were sworn brothers."

"Later, Lin Hansheng colluded with foreign enemies, working together from within and without, to slaughter the entire Shi family."

"Xuan Yi did not escape from home by chance. He has been living in anonymity all these years, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge."

Jing Ke sheathed his dagger, his tone resolute:

"Now it seems that the external enemy Lin Hansheng colluded with back then was probably the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

"With the Demonic Sect backing him, he was able to swiftly absorb the Shi family's power and dominate White Cloud City."

"Today's actions are nothing more than an attempt to curry favor with the Demonic Sect."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang gently placed a chess piece on the chessboard with his fingertip, making a crisp sound.

He gazed at the rolling mountains outside the window, a cold smile curving his lips.

"It seems they will be arriving in Qingzhou City soon."

"It's time to stir up the waters of this Eastern Region even further."

....

The hustle and bustle lasted all night, only gradually subsiding at the first light of dawn.

Inside the main hall of the Lin family mansion, the fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the air, yet it could not suppress the faint demonic aura permeating the atmosphere.

The Corruption Guardian slumped in his armchair, the green mist swirling around his fingertips dripping onto the ground from time to time, etching tiny pits into the earth.

The Mad Lord Protector toyed with the skull pendant at his waist, his bone claws tapping lightly on the armrest.

It makes a "tap-tap" sound that sends chills down your spine.

The lewdness of last night had not yet faded, and a hint of impatient rage still lingered in his eyes.

Lin Hansheng stood respectfully below, hands at his sides, having not slept all night; his eyes showed a hint of weariness.

Yet he still dared not slack off in the slightest, his face full of respectful smiles.

"Lin Hansheng, now that you're based in Baiyun City, you should be well-informed."

The Mad Monarch Protector suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice breaking the silence in the hall.

Lin Hansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed and replied, "What are your orders, sir? I will answer without hesitation."

"I ask you," the Mad Lord raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the man's tense profile.

"Some time ago, two Nirvana cultivators from my Demonic Sect suffered a setback outside Qingzhou City."

The Mad Monarch Protector's voice suddenly turned cold, filled with a surge of malevolence.

"And Dongfang Wen, he also fell to a Celestial Realm cultivator. Do you know where those people came from?"

Upon hearing this, cold sweat instantly broke out on Lin Hansheng's forehead.

He was merely the lord of a small city who was affiliated with the Demonic Sect.

How could he possibly get involved in the power struggles among the top forces within Qingzhou?

He quickly bowed, his voice tinged with fear:

"Please forgive me, my lord! I am of lowly status and usually only guard this small area of ​​Baiyun City."

"The movements of high-level cultivators within Qingzhou are truly unknown!"

Mad Lord Protector frowned, his bone claws clenched tightly, and the stone slab on the edge of the table shattered into dust with a crack.

Lin Hansheng was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"waste!"

Mad King spat, but he knew that this ant-like figure was indeed not qualified to access those top-level secrets.

The Corruption Protector, standing to the side, suddenly raised his eyelids, his green mist-shrouded eyes fixed on Lin Hansheng, and slowly said:

"Since you don't know their backgrounds, tell me, have any unfamiliar top-tier forces emerged in Qingzhou recently?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Hansheng paused for a moment, his mind racing.

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Then, as if remembering something, he quickly added:

"There aren't any unfamiliar top-tier forces... but I wonder if assassin organizations would count?"

"Oh?" The Corruption Protector raised an eyebrow. "Tell me about it."

"yes!"

Lin Hansheng dared not be negligent and quickly replied.

"A while ago, an assassin organization called Xiyulou suddenly appeared in Qingzhou, and it has recently gained quite a reputation."

"The Fine Rain Pavilion?"

The Corruption Protector repeated the three words in a low voice, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Mad Monarch Protector also frowned, clearly having never heard of this name.

"What else is special about this Drizzle Pavilion?" the Corruption Protector pressed.

Seeing this, Lin Hansheng quickly revealed everything he knew:

"I heard that when this Xiyu Tower first appeared, it killed Mo Chen of the Qingyun Sect."

"Later, they even directly confronted the Qingyun Sect. After a great battle, the third and fourth elders of the Qingyun Sect were both killed by them."

"Even Zhuge Xiu, the Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect who arrived later, was almost killed by the Celestial Realm expert from the Xiyu Tower."

"In the end, it was only thanks to the intervention of the terrestrial immortals of the Qingyun Sect that I was barely able to save my life."

He paused, then added:

"Apart from that, I have no other news."

"The Drizzle Pavilion operates with extreme secrecy; the assassins within rarely reveal themselves."

All we know is that they set up a bounty board in the black market of Qingzhou City to accept various bounty missions.

After hearing this, the green mist in the eyes of the Corruption Protector grew even thicker.

He and the Mad Lord exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

The two, Jiu and Mo, were killed outside Qingzhou City. Now, hearing Lin Hansheng's words...

This seemingly out-of-the-sky Fine Rain Pavilion has both experts at the Celestial Realm and those who specialize in assassination; it seems rather suspicious no matter how you look at it.

The rotten poison licked its chapped lips and said in a sinister tone:

"In that case, it's possible that the two demons, Jiu and Mo, were defeated by the Xiyu Tower."

The Mad Monarch Protector nodded, his eyes flashing with even more ferocity, and slammed his bone claws onto the table.

"A killer organization that suddenly appeared dared to touch the people of my Nine Nether Demon Sect. They have quite the nerve."

The Corruption Guardian slowly stood up, his body surrounded by surging green mist and a pervasive aura of malevolence.

"We cannot yet confirm whether it was the work of this Xiyu Tower."

The Mad Monarch Protector also rose to his feet, his bone claws clenching so tightly they cracked, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Who cares if it was done by this Xiyu Tower!"

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!!"

"The Drizzle Pavilion only has one bounty marker at its base in the black market. How can we find them?"

The Corruption Protector then spoke again, his words revealing a hint of doubt.

The Mad Monarch Protector immediately spoke:

"What's so difficult about that? We'll just march straight to Qingzhou City, storm the black market, and I refuse to believe they can still hide!"

His words exploded in the air like thunder.

Corruption looked at Mad Lord, shook its head helplessly, and said:

"The forces behind the black market are complex and intertwined. Rushing in rashly might be disadvantageous for us."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Mad Lord's voice rang out again, tinged with impatience.