66: Pass

"Alright, Junior Brother Han, let us begin. State your true identity."

The Disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall asked solemnly.

"I am Han Feiyu, using the alias Wang Feiyu in the city. Male, Loose Cultivator, over twenty years of age. I have no other hobbies in life, only the word 'Cultivate'. Cultivating for eleven hours a day is the norm, and if I happen to make a breakthrough, staying up for several days is common practice..."

Lu Xian answered fluently, his expression calm and ripple-free.

He portrayed the image of a diligent Cultivator vividly; his tone was flat, yet it carried a convincing persistence.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

The Law Enforcement Hall Disciple, upon hearing this "unadorned" daily routine, hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt.

He glanced at the Truth Mirror; the mirror surface remained calm, proving that the identity and background of the person before him were not false.

As for the alias, it was perfectly normal in the cultivation world and not worth mentioning at all.

"In your cultivation career, have you ever had any form of collusion or connection with the evildoers of the Demonic Path?"

He switched to a sharper question.

"Of course... no. Senior Brother, please examine clearly; this Junior Brother is a law-abiding citizen of the Qianyuan Immortal Dynasty.

I primarily Cultivate the 'Primordial Art', having reached this Realm only through great hardship. The Spells and Formation Legacies I have learned were all exchanged from the Ten Thousand Laws Department; every transaction has a record that can be checked. It is all clean and above board."

Lu Xian kept his eyes open and told a massive lie without changing his expression.

Most of his Legacies were "gifted" by others.

Including the 'Cold Break Finger', 'Hundred Forms Thousand Illusions Art', 'Soul-Feeding Ten Thousand Fiend Banner'...

And even the 'Primordial One Qi Slash' which he had not yet cultivated.

None of them were exactly presentable.

But that did not prevent him from being a law-abiding citizen of the Qianyuan Immortal Dynasty.

The Law Enforcement Hall Disciple observed his expression and then looked at the Truth Mirror, nodding involuntarily.

The new Disciples questioned earlier had, to varying degrees, caused the Truth Mirror to flicker with light on this question, signifying they had something to hide.

Only this Junior Brother Han had a state of mind as steady as a rock; it seemed he was truly a diligent Cultivator with a focused mind.

Putting away the trace of approval in his heart, he put on a final stern expression and demanded sharply: "The last question! Why exactly do you seek to join the Cangye Sect? Speak the truth! If there is half a sentence that is untrue, or if you harbor malicious intentions, do not blame the Sect rules for being ruthless—you will be executed on the spot!"

As the words fell, an aura of slaughter rushed toward him.

"Aren't we Loose Cultivators joining the Cangye Sect for the sake of Foundation Establishment? What else could it be for?"

Lu Xian feigned a puzzled expression.

"Uh..."

The Law Enforcement Hall Disciple was momentarily speechless.

He was accustomed to grandiloquent words like "opening an era of eternal peace for the Sect" or "establishing the destiny for all living things."

This was the first time he had heard such a direct and realistic answer.

"Fine, you pass!"

The Law Enforcement Hall Disciple waved his hand and tossed over a token similar to the quasi-immortal jade token, but engraved with the two characters "Cangye".

"Report tomorrow; do not miss the time."

"Understood."

Lu Xian took it and turned to walk out of the cubicle.

The next person waiting outside the door was none other than Luo Yingxue.

Or rather, it was Luo Xuanmeng under the guise of Luo Yingxue.

Seeing Lu Xian, her pale purple pupils constricted slightly, then she bloomed with a faint smile: "Good evening, Senior Brother."

"It's alright."

Lu Xian did not stop.

The reason he was able to deceive the Truth Mirror was not because his words were clever, but because he relied on a Divine Soul far stronger than those of the same Realm.

Before coming here, he had spent some time refining one-quarter of the Life Soul Marrow.

Now, his Divine Soul strength was comparable to that of a Cultivator at the Late Foundation Establishment stage.

With a single thought of his Divine Sense, he could cover an area of nearly three miles.

Although the Truth Mirror was a profound Magic Treasure, it was ultimately designed for Disciples at the Qi Refinement Stage.

Resisting it for a moment was not a problem.

"Luo Xuanmeng... To think she actually dared to come and be questioned; it seems the Dream Imprisonment Sect truly has its unique methods when it comes to disguising the Divine Soul and concealing heavenly secrets."

A thought flashed through Lu Xian's mind, and his interest in this Dao deepened a little more.

After walking a few steps, he saw Wang Man and Shen Nan waiting not far away.

He hurried forward and said: "You two, sorry for the wait."

"Big Brother Han, congratulations! Sister Wang was right!"

Shen Nan was full of joy, genuinely happy for him.

Wang Man suggested: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Han for officially becoming a fellow Disciple. We still have a few hours; why not find a place to have a few drinks and celebrate for you?"

"I was just thinking the same. How about we go to Brother Du's courtyard so he can be happy too."

Lu Xian readily agreed and led the two toward the city.

On the way, Wang Man asked curiously: "Junior Brother Han lives with Du Qinghong?"

"Yes... I focus on Cultivation every day, and all other matters are handled by him on my behalf." Lu Xian nodded.

As they were speaking, while passing the neighboring courtyard, an unmasked Divine Sense swept over them.

Lu Xian frowned slightly, feeling displeased, but the courtyard door creaked open.

"Fellow Daoist Wang! Oh my, it's Fellow Daoist Wang! It is I, old man Ding Yanshu; do you remember? Half a year ago, I came to pay a visit and gave a small gift, which your brother accepted!"

A head poked out from behind the door; it was their neighbor, Ding Yanshu, his face filled with an extremely fawning smile.

His gaze quickly swept over Wang Man and Shen Nan behind Lu Xian.

One was wearing the uniform of a Cangye Sect Outer Sect Disciple, and the other was wearing the uniform of a servant; his heart shook violently, and he instantly understood something.

A carp leaping over the Dragon Gate!

This Fellow Daoist Wang, who usually kept to himself, had soared into the sky and become an Outer Sect Disciple of the Cangye Sect!

Lu Xian paused slightly; reminded by him, he recalled that Du Qinghong had indeed mentioned this matter.

The gift seemed to be two worthless Medium Grade Talismans; he had long ago cast these scraps to the back of his mind.

"Oh? It's fine, I don't hold grudges."

Lu Xian replied indifferently, without emotion, and after speaking, he walked away directly.

Ding Yanshu froze in place, the smile on his face solidified.

That phrase "I don't hold grudges" was like a needle, piercing deep into his heart, and the bitter water of regret immediately flooded his mind.

Why didn't he give more back then?

Why didn't he see that this was a true hidden Dragon?

He had missed a heaven-sent Opportunity!

...

Inside the study, Du Qinghong was burying his head in counting today's accounts.

Brother Han had entrusted the business to him entirely, which was a great trust, and he naturally had to do his utmost.

Hearing the courtyard door move, he hurriedly went out to greet them, only to see two unexpected guests.

"Brother Shen, Fairy Wang!"

Du Qinghong was both surprised and happy.

"Let's go inside and talk. Brother Du, do we still have ingredients at home? Why not show off your skills and stir-fry a few dishes."

Lu Xian said in his usual tone.

Du Qinghong understood immediately.

This was telling him to be careful with his words and not to reveal too many details about the business.

"Alright! I just happen to have a few jars of Spirit Wine hidden away!"

Not long after, the four of them sat down in the hall, clinking cups.

Lu Xian cut to the main topic: "Senior Sister Wang, can we now discuss in detail the matter of the Demonic Path sweep?"

This matter was the only variable he had not anticipated; his previous preparations had not taken this into account.

Wang Man scanned the area, and after confirming that the isolation Formation of the small courtyard was secure, she whispered: "This matter is not top secret among the major forces, it is just that Loose Cultivators have difficulty accessing it."

"I do not know how it is regulated in other prefectures. But according to the minor laws of Danyang Prefecture, all registered Sects and Families under its jurisdiction must launch a major purge every hundred years to sweep out the Demonic Path heretics within their territory!"

"According to the Senior Brothers in the Sect, every major purge is protracted; it lasts for a few years at the shortest, and over a decade at the longest."

"Those Demonic Path scoundrels are as cunning as foxes and hide extremely deep; often, there are only a few clues to follow. Many times, only after pursuing them does one discover it is a carefully laid trap. The fellow Disciples executing these tasks suffer heavy casualties; it is said that once, five teams went out, and less than three people returned."

"However, the Contribution Points issued by the Sect for this are also extremely generous. Slaying a Demonic Path Cultivator of the same Realm rewards one hundred Contribution Points. If one can kill someone of a higher Realm, the reward is even greater."

"Contribution Points are extremely useful within the Sect, even more precious than Spirit Stones. Once Junior Brother Han arrives at the Sect, you will naturally understand their value..."