340: stakeout

The Feathered Serpent God Kukulcan stood up abruptly, his golden slit pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of needle tips.

A terrifying aura erupted uncontrollably, causing the glass throughout the entire manor to vibrate and hum.

"So, what is your method?"

His voice was low, carrying a texture like metal rubbing against metal, and every word sounded like a volcano about to erupt being forcibly suppressed.

Opposite him, Kishibe Rokuji remained leisurely, gently swirling the red wine glass in his hand, the scarlet liquid tracing eerie patterns along the glass walls.

"Method?"

He chuckled, downing the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"It is very simple: start infiltrating from the bottom up."

Kishibe Rokuji wiped his mouth unhurriedly, his composed demeanor causing the anger in the Feathered Serpent God's heart to burn even brighter.

"Our 'goods' have already been fully deployed across America. Like termites eating away at a dam, we are hollowing them out from the inside, bit by bit."

"Just by relying on those low-quality Medicinal Pills?"

The Feathered Serpent God let out a snort of disdain.

"Too slow! At this rate, how long will we have to wait?"

"Kukulcan, my dear friend."

Kishibe Rokuji stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the pitch-black jungle outside.

"You have slept for too long."

"It is the internet age now; the concepts of Cultivators and demons have long since spread throughout the world. Any trivial matter can potentially spread to every corner of the globe within half a minute via high-definition live streaming."

He turned around, a playful smile on his face.

"If you rush out now and go on a killing spree, I guarantee that within five minutes, the Dean of Kunlun will appear before you with his group of students to give you a live, global execution."

"You!"

The Feathered Serpent God was rendered speechless, his chest heaving violently.

That footage of Li Heng atop Mount Fuji, summoning the Heavenly Tribulation and slaughtering the Ancient Great Demon, was an inescapable shadow in his heart.

It was a crushing suppression originating from the level of life itself!

"So, we are just going to hide in the gutter like rats?"

Every word of his sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with unwillingness and humiliation.

"No."

Kishibe Rokuji shook his finger.

"We are hunters, and we must have the patience of a hunter."

Silence fell over the manor once again.

After a long while, the Feathered Serpent God sat back down, staring fixedly at Kishibe Rokuji.

"Do you need my help?"

Kishibe Rokuji's schemes disgusted him, but he was even more aware that he could not do without this human right now.

"Of course."

Kishibe Rokuji laughed.

"My 'business' has recently encountered a minor obstacle in America."

"Your power is too conspicuous; it is not suitable for you to show your face. But if you could send a subordinate at the Golden Core Stage to assist in dealing with some… disobedient flies, that would be perfect."

The Feathered Serpent God snorted coldly, finally finding a place where he could be useful.

He waved his hand toward the shadows.

A demon covered in pitch-black scales with two horns on its head walked out and knelt on one knee.

"You go."

The Feathered Serpent God ordered.

"Follow the next shipment to America. Obey his orders and crush all those so-called 'obstacles'!"

"Yes, my God!"

The Golden Core Stage demon respectfully accepted the order, and its figure melted back into the darkness.

…North America. America, West Coast.

The night was like ink, and the sea breeze was mixed with the smell of salt, fish, and decay.

Liu Lian's figure emerged from a shadow; he looked up at the heavily guarded, massive warehouse not far away.

The Morak Family's most important evil elixir warehouse.

He had been staking out this place for several days.

His Spiritual Sense swept over the warehouse, where mountains of wooden crates were piled up, each one emitting that nauseating, evil aura.

These were the "Company's" evil elixirs.

But he had not found any target worth him taking action against.

A few ordinary people holding guns, not even counting as Qi Refiners.

"Damn it, just small fry."

Liu Lian cursed in a low voice.

Rush in now and destroy all these Medicinal Pills? It was useless. It would treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

What he wanted was to drag the big fish hiding under the water, along with the entire fishing net, onto the shore!

"Fishing, after all, requires patience."

Liu Lian muttered to himself, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

Wait. Wait for their next shipment. By then, the big shot responsible for the connection and transport should finally show up, right?

He needed an excellent observation point.

His Spiritual Sense spread out like flowing mercury, quickly locking onto a dilapidated apartment building directly facing the warehouse gate.

The window of one of the rooms was in a perfect position.

With a flicker of his body, he silently merged into the night.

The apartment building was filled with a strange smell of marijuana mixed with cheap perfume.

A fat woman reeking of alcohol blocked his path.

"Hey, kid, looking for a place to spend the night? Fifty dollars."

Liu Lian remained expressionless, fished a crumpled hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket, and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

"The third floor, the room directly facing the warehouse, I will rent it for a month."

Seeing the money, the woman's eyes lit up, and she immediately threw the keys to him without asking anything.

Liu Lian walked into the room, and a wave of moldy air hit him in the face.

He did not care at all, walked straight to the window, and opened a crack.

The warehouse gate was clearly visible.

Very good.

He sat cross-legged, his whole body like a rock, his aura merging into the surrounding darkness.

From today on, he was a part of this darkness.

A sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed.

He would wait here for that big fish to swim into the net on its own. And then, catch them all in one fell swoop!