247: Planning

Daoist Zhenyue slightly closed his eyes, replaying the scenes from within the Demon Suppressing Tower in his mind.

After a moment of contemplation, he looked up at the woman opposite him, his tone carrying a hint of admiration: "I have long heard of the Fox Clan's treacherous Divine Abilities, but I didn't expect you to hide it so thoroughly that day. Such methods are truly remarkable."

Purple Sandalwood lowered her head slightly, her voice as soft and gentle as spring water: "The Tower Master overpraises me; it was merely some trivial tricks of the unorthodox path."

"Stop calling me Tower Master." Daoist Zhenyue waved his hand, his tone adding a bit of self-deprecation. "Out there right now, who knows what kind of disloyal and unrighteous beast they are cursing me as."

Hearing this, a meaningful smile curled at the corners of Purple Sandalwood's lips. Her slender fingers lightly brushed over the strands of hair falling by her temples. "Before long, I'm afraid those people won't even have the chance to curse, even if they wanted to."

Daoist Zhenyue flicked his finger, and a jar of Glazed Immortal Brew flew out from his storage ring. The liquid was as clear as amber, and as soon as the seal was broken, a mellow fragrance filled the cave.

He tilted his head back and took a large gulp, the liquid burning his throat as it went down. "Although the Rain God Continent is declining day by day and the Three Great Sects each have their own significant flaws, if they encounter an external enemy, they will surely cast aside their past grievances and unite. Does your Yao Race truly have the confidence to take this continent for yourselves in half a month?"

"Once you take action, the Great Love Immortal Venerable will surely send out a proclamation to every continent, summoning Cultivators for reinforcement. When that time comes, what you face will not be a mere Rain God Continent."

"Is Lord Jiang worried about his own escape route?"

This Mount Zhenyue Tower Master's real name was Jiang Xiuwen!

Purple Sandalwood leaned forward slightly, revealing a section of her snow-white, jade-like calf beneath her skirt. Her swaying gait carried an indescribable allure.

Daoist Zhenyue glanced at her sideways, a trace of disdain crossing his lips. He did not respond—more accurately, he disdained to answer!

If he were truly afraid of such things, he would not have resolutely defected from his Sect in the first place. Back when he was the Tower Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower in the Rain God Continent, his reputation was illustrious, he held power over a region, and he was surrounded by beauties—how glorious he was. Even if the filthy affairs of the Chusheng Sect were exposed, with his methods, he could have easily cleared his name and stayed out of it.

What he sought was never any of that!

Seeing his expression, Purple Sandalwood twisted her slender waist, shifting into an even more graceful posture. A conversation they had previously in the Demon Suppressing Tower suddenly flashed through her mind.

At that time, the man before her had not hesitated to reject the conditions and benefits she offered. The reason he was willing to cooperate with the Yao Race was simply because he could not stand the ugliness of this world, and even more so, he could not stand those high-and-mighty Sect giants who occupied positions without doing anything, devouring the world's resources like Taotie while turning a blind eye to the suffering of the common people.

"It was this little girl's slip of the tongue." Purple Sandalwood withdrew her smile and gave a solemn salute, her skirt sweeping across the ground. She looked up slightly:

"Has Lord Jiang heard of the recent disturbances in the Heavenly Tribulation Continent?"

"Heavenly Tribulation Continent?"

Daoist Zhenyue took another gulp of wine, the liquid rolling down his throat as he waited for her to continue!

"On the outer seas of the Heavenly Tribulation Continent, an Ancient Secret Realm is about to appear, and the Spiritual Qi fluctuations are exceptionally strong," Purple Sandalwood explained slowly, her voice lowering a bit. "Currently, the eyes of the major powers in the Eastern Region are mostly drawn there. No one will notice the undercurrents in the Rain God Continent."

"Furthermore, for this plan, our Yao Race has been plotting for many years. I dare not say it is foolproof, but there is at least a seventy percent chance of success."

She paused, her vermilion lips parting slightly as she added, "If the scandals of the Chusheng Sect can be made public at this time, then our chances of success will be ninety percent!"

Daoist Zhenyue's hand holding the wine jar paused slightly. He remained silent for a while before looking at the woman beside him. "Was it you who secretly guided the Cultivators of the Tianque Sect to investigate those commoners who were turned into Half-human, Half-demon beings? Your purpose was to use their hands to muddy the waters even further?"

"Could it be that those demon transformation pills were also..."

"Lord Jiang, please do not make groundless accusations!"

Before he could finish, Purple Sandalwood interrupted with a playful pout. "Although our Yao Race is irreconcilable with humans, we would never use such sinister methods to harm our own kind. Refining those demon transformation pills requires extracting the Yao Race's Origin—how cruel that is."

Hearing this, Daoist Zhenyue nodded thoughtfully, holding the wine jar and muttering to himself:

"That's true! Those old monsters in the Sect have always been unscrupulous for the sake of the Great Dao of Longevity. They are indeed capable of such heartless things."

He took another gulp of wine, his tone full of sarcasm:

"Just like those mortal kings down the mountain, they claim to love their people like their own children, but in their eyes, the suffering of the people and the safety of the world can never compare to their own eternal hegemony and immortality."

Purple Sandalwood listened by his side and was about to chime in when a strange wave of energy suddenly rippled through her mind.

She composed herself and said softly, "This little girl still has mundane affairs to attend to. I shall take my leave first."

Daoist Zhenyue waved his hand and didn't say much.

Before his voice could fade, Purple Sandalwood's figure turned into a streak of light and vanished in a flash. In an instant, she crossed ten thousand miles and arrived at another hidden refuge.

As soon as she landed, she wiped all the smiles from her face and sat down with a solemn posture. Seven fluffy fox tails swayed gently behind her, shimmering with light. Then, a hazy phantom slowly emerged from the Void Realm, shrouded in a faint glow.

Purple Sandalwood lowered her eyes and bowed her head, saying in a deep voice, "The Master has summoned me. What are your orders?"

The phantom's face was blurred and hard to distinguish, but nine fox tails stretched out and swayed behind it, their tips adorned with fine spiritual light, magnificent and majestic.

In the Fox Clan, the number of tails is not only a symbol of status and position, but also directly manifests the vast chasm in cultivation base.

The phantom's voice was as clear as jade striking stone, and its crisp, pleasant sound slowly drifted over:

"What is the current situation in the Rain God Continent?"

"Reporting to Master, the Tianque Sect Disciples have already investigated the secret activities of the Chusheng Sect. The remaining seventeen Demon Suppressing Towers show no abnormalities. Additionally, over a thousand members of the Human Race who were harmed and turned into Half-human, Half-demon beings have all defected to our side. All other plans are proceeding smoothly."

Purple Sandalwood replied respectfully, her tone meticulous!

The nine-tailed phantom chuckled twice, its voice carrying a hint of relief:

"When the roster was taken by that Daoist Yankong previously, I thought this game would fall apart. Even after suppressing and killing him in the Void Realm, we were unable to retrieve that roster."

"Now it seems that the heavens do not favor the despicable actions of those human Cultivators."

"Daoist Yankong's desperate counterattack before his death failed to fulfill his wish, but instead unexpectedly triggered the appearance of an Ancient Secret Realm. Such a turn of events is actually more conducive to the implementation of our follow-up plans."

Purple Sandalwood pondered for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "Master, was the reason you had Jiang Xiuwen defect in advance to verify the whereabouts of the roster?"

The phantom nodded slightly, its voice still calm. "Correct! If that book had truly fallen into the hands of a calculating Cultivator, the other hidden pieces we placed in the Rain God Continent would surely have been uprooted together."

"Two months have passed, and the pieces across the Rain God Continent remain safe and sound. It is clear that the roster was either truly lost in the void turbulence or fell into the hands of some nameless minor character who cannot stir up any trouble."