323: Chapter 324 Could the opponent possess some kind of peerless Dao Body?

But the person before them clearly only had Foundation Establishment cultivation...

Various thoughts churned within the two Disciples' hearts, but they dared not reveal a single shred of it on their faces, merely standing to the side with hands lowered, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Ye Changge picked up the teacup and took a light sip.

It was good tea, filled with swirling Spiritual Qi, leaving a sweet aftertaste upon the palate.

He set down the teacup, stood up, and cupped his hands toward Deacon Li Su:

"Great Deacon, since there is nothing else, I shall take my leave first. I still have matters at home to attend to and cannot stay long."

Deacon Li Su hurriedly stood up to return the salute, saying repeatedly:

"Fellow Daoist is too polite, too polite. Since that is the case, I shall not see you out. In the future, if there is anywhere you need the Law Enforcement Hall, Fellow Daoist, just speak up."

When he said this, his tone was so sincere that it was as if the two were old acquaintances of many years.

Ye Changge smiled slightly, said nothing more, turned, and walked outside.

The two Disciples hurriedly followed, escorting him all the way to the outside of the front courtyard's reception hall before stopping.

Ye Changge turned around, cupped his hands toward the two, and said in a calm tone:

"Many thanks to you two Fellow Daoists for showing the way."

Although he remembered that these two had not had a good attitude earlier—one had a cold face, and the other's words carried a somewhat condescending tone.

But he also understood that Law Enforcement Hall Disciples, who saw all kinds of Cultivators every day, inevitably had some arrogance.

Moreover, the other party was, after all, law enforcement personnel; one could not expect them to welcome you with smiles.

Being able to handle matters impartially without deliberately making things difficult was already quite good.

Therefore, Ye Changge's thanks at this moment were not just polite pleasantries, but were sincere.

Hearing this, the two Disciples were flattered and hurriedly bowed to return the salute:

"Senior is too polite! This is our duty!"

"Senior, take care!"

Ye Changge nodded, turned, and strode away.

His figure grew smaller as he walked further away, soon disappearing behind the moon gate of the front courtyard.

The two Disciples stood in place, gazing in the direction he had left, remaining motionless for a long time.

After a while, the round-faced Disciple let out a long breath and whispered:

"Who exactly... is this person?"

The other tall, thin Disciple shook his head, his eyes still filled with shock:

"I don't know. But to make the Great Deacon act like that, at the very least... at the very least, he must have connections to some Immortal Master."

"Immortal Master..."

The round-faced Disciple muttered, repeating it once, suddenly remembering that just a moment ago in the Law Enforcement Hall, he had coldly told that person to "Behave yourself"—

He shivered violently.

"Fortunately... fortunately that person didn't take it to heart."

The tall, thin Disciple also felt a wave of lingering fear and whispered:

"In the future, we should be more polite when doing things. Who knows which inconspicuous little Cultivator has some great deity standing behind them?"

The two looked at each other and nodded silently.

The Highest Point of the Law Enforcement Hall · Inside the Palace

At the same time.

At the highest point of the Law Enforcement Hall, a towering palace stood silently.

The entire palace was built from some unknown white jade, faintly circulating with a light Spiritual Qi, completely different from the stern and solemn atmosphere of the Law Enforcement Hall below, exuding an aura of transcendence.

The palace doors were tightly shut, with no Disciples guarding outside; only two faint rays of light from a Restriction circulated on the doors, isolating all prying eyes and disturbances.

Inside the palace.

The decoration was simple yet elegant.

In the very center was a white jade meditation cushion, upon which a woman sat upright.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her skin was like snow, and her features were as beautiful as a painting. It was Meng Qingcheng.

At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, her hands slowly forming hand seals in front of her, her ten fingers fluttering like butterflies, as streaks of profound Spiritual Qi flowed out from her fingertips.

"Condense." She parted her vermilion lips slightly and uttered a single word.

"Swish!" An eyeball appeared out of thin air in front of her.

The eyeball was only the size of a pigeon's egg, its entire body a pale gold; at first glance, it looked unremarkable, as if it were merely the eyeball of some ordinary Yao Beast.

But if one looked closely, one would discover a layer of extremely faint golden light circulating on the surface of the eyeball, and within that golden light, countless dense, mysterious, and unfathomable runes faintly flickered.

This item was called the "Void-Breaking Golden Pupil," an extraordinary treasure that Meng Qingcheng had accidentally obtained during her travels in her early years, possessing the ability to see through falsehoods and gain insight into the Origin.

No matter how the other party tried to conceal or disguise themselves, under this Void-Breaking Golden Pupil, they would have nowhere to hide.

"Go." Meng Qingcheng tapped her finger lightly.

The Void-Breaking Golden Pupil floated up, slowly rising to the front of her glabella, where it hovered motionlessly.

"Break Delusion!" Meng Qingcheng formed hand seals with both hands, her fingers fluttering, as streaks of Spiritual Qi like silk threads were injected into the Golden Pupil.

The next moment—the Golden Pupil suddenly lit up!

Strands of golden ripples radiated from the surface of the Golden Pupil, like water ripples, spreading outward in circles.

The golden light grew stronger and brighter, eventually condensing into a three-foot-square golden screen of light in front of Meng Qingcheng.

Within the light screen, a figure gradually became clear. It was Ye Changge.

At this moment, he was standing under the moon gate in the front courtyard of the Law Enforcement Hall, hands behind his back, talking to the two Disciples.

Meng Qingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze tightly locked onto the figure in the light screen.

Today, after thinking it over, she kept feeling that there were too many suspicious points about Ye Changge.

An Eighth-Grade Spiritual Root, a small Cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage just a few years ago, yet in just a few short years, he had soared upward, not only succeeding in Foundation Establishment but also...

She recalled the news that had just come from the Law Enforcement Hall—Ye Changge's cultivation was clearly beyond the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. It was likely that he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, or perhaps even higher.

How could this be possible? Meng Qingcheng frowned slightly.

Although she had only met Ye Changge once, that meeting had left a deep impression on her. After all...

Meng Qingcheng's cheeks flushed slightly, but she immediately returned to normal.

She shook off those distracting thoughts and refocused her attention on the light screen.

Eighth-Grade Spiritual Root. A few years' time. Foundation Establishment Mid-stage.

And... she remembered clearly that Ye Changge was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old now.

At this age, with this cultivation level, even within the Inner Sect of the Qingyun Sect, he was a rare existence.

Moreover, the other party was obsessed with relations between men and women all day long—she had inquired, and that Ye Changge had flocks of wives and concubines and numerous offspring.

How could someone addicted to female beauty progress so quickly in their cultivation?

The more Meng Qingcheng thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Could it be... that the other party had Cultivated some Demonic Path Cultivation Technique, harvesting Yin to replenish Yang?

Or had he joined some Evil Path faction and obtained some kind of forbidden Secret Art?

If that were truly the case—a cold light flashed in Meng Qingcheng's eyes. Then she would not be blamed for being heartless.

Although she and Ye Changge had once had a... fleeting romance, she, Meng Qingcheng, always separated public and private matters.

If the other party had truly fallen into the Demonic Path, she would definitely kill him with her own hands, without mercy!

"Let me see what secrets you are hiding."

Meng Qingcheng whispered to herself, and the hand seals in her hands changed.

The Void-Breaking Golden Pupil suddenly shone with great brilliance!

The image in the golden light screen became increasingly clear, as if piercing through all appearances and pointing directly to the Origin.

Ye Changge's figure in the light screen became more solid. Meng Qingcheng's gaze was like a torch, carefully examining it.