The Demon Lord's persona must not be ruined!

Qianji looked up, a knowing glint in his eyes:

"Is the cult leader going to..."

"No rush."

Chu Yuan interrupted him:

"You should first investigate who Wang Lang has been close to over the past century and what businesses he has acquired."

Qianji was taken aback, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes:

"Your Excellency is wise! We will take care of it immediately!"

The three bowed and retreated, their black robes trailing silently on the ground, yet their footsteps betrayed a hint of excitement.

Chu Yuan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to recall.

In the original owner's memories, the heart of the thousand-year-old spirit wood was kept in the "No. 7, Class B" sealed cabinet at the deepest part of the warehouse.

There was a seal on the cabinet, personally placed by the original owner of the body. The technique was rather crude; it was just a forceful seal made by a burst of spiritual energy from the Tribulation Transcending stage.

There was no note made in the warehouse.

At the time, I thought that since nobody wanted it anyway, I might as well seal it off for fun.

Looking back now, that seal was an obstacle for those below the Tribulation Transcending stage, but for those of the same level or those with expertise...

It's practically the same as not sealing it at all.

Chu Yuan opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in them.

The original owner of this body was highly skilled, but when it came to these matters, he was practically like a child.

Soon, Qianji returned.

He slipped into the hall, his black robe billowing in the wind, his voice low:

"Master, we've found it."

Chu Yuan raised his chin, gesturing for him to speak.

Qianji stepped forward a few steps, speaking very quickly:

"Wang Lang appeared to be honest and upright, receiving only the basic monthly salary, and his cave dwelling was also simple. But his family had suddenly become wealthy in the last hundred years."

"Oh?"

"Within a century, the Wang family acquired three small to medium-sized spiritual veins in the southwest region, bought two market towns in the eastern region, and secretly controlled several mineral routes."

Qianji paused:

"On the surface, it's said to be income from ancestral property management, but my investigation shows that the Wang family's ancestral property income over the past century is barely enough to buy half a spiritual vein."

Chu Yuan laughed upon hearing this.

"It seems my storeroom has fattened up quite a few rats."

A thousand machines bow their heads:

"I also found out that Wang Lang has close ties with the Sixth Elder. The Sixth Elder's nephew achieved the Core Formation two years ago using a complete set of Jade Purity Condensing Pills. One of the main ingredients in that formula was reported as lost in the warehouse last year."

There's no need to finish your sentence.

Chu Yuan already understood.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his rhythm steady.

"How do you think we should catch it?"

Qianji pondered for a moment:

"Master, should we set a trap? For example, pretend to request some rare spiritual material to lure him into making a move..."

"No need."

Chu Yuan interrupted him, having made up his mind:

"I'll know for sure tomorrow!"

A glint of light flashed in Qianji's eyes:

"yes!"

Chu Yuan rubbed his temples.

The Eye of Truth is useful, but it consumes too much power.

I need to adjust my breathing before meeting Wang Lang tomorrow to ensure I can see through his destiny.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, activating the Nine Tribulations Undying Body.

A cool sensation seeped in from between his brows, slowly nourishing his somewhat parched mind.

While adjusting his breathing, Chu Yuan was also making plans in his mind.

We must obtain the heart of the thousand-year-old spirit wood.

Once I complete the second stage of my Nine Revolutions Undying Body, my physical strength will reach another level, and I will be able to withstand more blows even if I suffer a backlash from the Immortal Slaying Blade.

As for Wang Lang...

Chu Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness.

Anyone who dares to steal from him has a tough life to live!

The next morning.

Wang Lang arrived at the temple of the sect leader on time, carrying ten boxes of account books.

He was a thin, middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, wearing a plain butler's robe with cuffs that had been washed until they were almost white.

Behind them, ten large boxes were carried by strongmen and lined up neatly.

Wang Lang looked calmly, even with a hint of respectful humility, at You Yue beside him:

"Master of the Youyue Clan, could you please tell us why the Sect Leader suddenly checked the account books?"

Youyue, wearing a veil, said coldly:

"No comment!"

Wang Lang, unperturbed, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the hall.

The light inside the hall was dim.

On the high seat of Moyu, Chu Yuan leaned back, one hand supporting his forehead, his eyes half-closed, as if he were resting.

Wang Lang stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully:

"Your subordinate, Wang Lang, the storeroom steward, greets the Master! By order of the Master, I have brought all the storeroom ledgers from the past century for your review!"

Chu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on Wang Lang.

A thought subtly stirred within me.

A golden light shimmered in his eyes.

A few lines of illusory text quietly appeared beside Wang Lang:

[Target: Wang Lang]

[Cultivation Level: Early Nascent Soul Stage]

[Fate's trajectory: The accounts have been forged in advance, confident that they can deceive everyone. If discovered, they will deny everything to the death. With the Sixth Elder backing them up, they are certain that the Sect Leader will not completely fall out with the Elder Council over such a trivial matter as accounts...]

Chu Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

His gaze swept over the ten large crates, and he suddenly spoke, his tone casual:

"Deacon Wang."

Wang Lang immediately bowed:

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Your account books..."

Chu Yuan paused, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"It seems a bit too light?"

Wang Lang was taken aback.

He subconsciously looked at the ten boxes.

light?

Each box was filled with jade slips and account books.

Where is it lighter?

But he dared not refute it, and only smiled apologetically:

"You flatter me, Master. This is the complete record of the past century, not a single one is missing."

Chu Yuan didn't reply.

He stood up, slowly walked down the platform, and came to the box.

He casually opened one of the jade slips, which were neatly stacked inside, clearly labeled with the date and time.

It does look quite plausible.

Chu Yuan picked up the top jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense.

Yes, the accounts are well done.

The entry and exit points are clearly defined, and the losses are reasonable.

perfect.

It's so perfect it's almost unreal.

only.....

Chu Yuan put down the jade slip, turned to look at Wang Lang, and suddenly asked:

"Has anyone moved the 'B' cabinet before?"

Wang Lang's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Could it be that...?

No, that can't be it!

We must not lose our composure!

A smile spread across Wang Lang's face:

"Reporting to the Master, the items in Zone B are all sealed treasures, untouched for nearly a century. If the Master requires them, I can retrieve them immediately..."

"Need not."

Chu Yuan waved his hand and walked back to his seat.

He leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on Wang Lang's face, his tone flat:

"I just suddenly remembered that there seems to be something in cabinet number seven."

Wang Lang felt a chill run down his spine, but he still forced a smile:

"You jest, Master. All items in the 'B' cabinet are recorded. If you wish to know, I will investigate immediately..."

"Record?"

Chu Yuan smiled.

He leaned back, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest:

"Deacon Wang, what do you think...?"

"Is it the deity who has a better memory, or your ledger?"

Wang Lang's forehead was beaded with sweat, but he still stubbornly refused to admit it:

"My Lord, please be wise! The century-old accounts of the treasury are crystal clear, and there is absolutely no record of Ling Muxin! I guarantee it with my life!"

Chu Yuan flipped through the account book, a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of anger.

He was only suspicious before, but now he's certain!

The heartwood of that thousand-year-old spirit tree has definitely been used up!

Those are all my treasures!

This is mine!

"You used it directly, so of course it won't be recorded!"

Even so, Chu Yuan didn't think that a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like him would dare to directly steal the heart of the thousand-year-old spirit wood.

so......

Chu Yuan raised his eyes and looked outside the hall:

"Sixth Elder, now that you're here, why hide yourself?"