51: Chapter 51 Reverse Infiltration

The old woman's words were like steel needles quenched in ice, piercing the heart of everyone in the warehouse.

"Longxing Sect is also a member of the Righteous Alliance."

This sentence instantly pushed Chen Fan, who was in the corner, to the opposite side of everyone present.

Over a dozen gazes, mixed with suspicion, vigilance, and killing intent, nailed onto him in unison.

The air inside the warehouse seemed to freeze.

Chen Fan's heart sank abruptly.

"This identity is a bit troublesome."

He could feel that if he said one wrong word, the next second, he would be torn to pieces by this group of fanatical cultists and that unfathomable old woman.

Death didn't matter, but he didn't want to experience that Soul-piercing pain again anytime soon.

In a flash, he forcibly suppressed the surging waves in his heart, and Chen Jinzhong's memories flashed rapidly through his mind.

He suddenly raised his head, his face beneath the bamboo hat filled with the anger and sorrow of being misunderstood.

"Senior, please discern the truth!"

His voice, carrying a trace of suppressed roaring, echoed in the deathly silent warehouse.

"Longxing Sect is no longer my Sect!"

Chen Fan stepped forward, knelt on one knee, his posture resolute.

"Back then, when I risked my life for the Sect and offended the powerful, it was Longxing Sect that cast me aside like worn-out shoes! When I was being hunted and had nowhere to turn, it was the Saintess and the Sacred Sect that gave me a new life!"

"This kindness, I could not repay even if I died ten thousand times!"

He raised his head, looking straight into the old woman's cloudy eyes, enunciating every word.

"Righteous Alliance? Just a bunch of hypocrites! I have long been at irreconcilable odds with them!"

His words were sincere and deeply moving.

Several White Lotus Sect members in the corner even showed expressions of sympathy and understanding.

This speech perfectly fit Chen Jinzhong's simp persona.

Inside, however, Chen Fan felt a wave of awkwardness.

In Chen Jinzhong's memories, this past event was the deepest, and it was the root of his unwavering devotion to Su Xin.

Now, it had become his only straw to clutch for survival.

"Well said."

The old woman's dry voice shattered his hope.

Leaning on her wooden staff, she walked step by step to Chen Fan.

That mountain-like pressure enveloped him once again.

"Since you are at irreconcilable odds with them, then go and prove your loyalty."

The old woman lowered her head, her wrinkled face almost touching Chen Fan's bamboo hat.

"The Righteous Alliance is searching the whole city for us; you, in the identity of a Longxing Sect Disciple, go back among them."

"Be the nail we drive into their heart."

Boom!

Chen Fan's brain buzzed.

"Undercover?"

"Go undercover in the Righteous Alliance?"

"This old hag is even more ruthless than Su Xin!"

This is simply pushing him into a fire pit; no, it's throwing him straight into a steel furnace!

If he dared to refuse, he would die right now.

If he accepted, he would be going to a place full of enemies, and with the slightest carelessness, he would die without a whole corpse.

Besides, if he was killed by the Righteous Alliance, wouldn't he become a member of the Righteous Path after reincarnation?

And then, when he faced this group of White Lotus Sect demons again...

Is this nesting doll situation ever going to end?

He felt a stampede of frustration in his heart.

He fell silent.

This moment of silence made the atmosphere in the warehouse tense once again.

Su Xin stood to the side, watching this scene with interest, her beautiful face devoid of any ripples, as if she were watching a play that had nothing to do with her.

"What?" The old woman's voice turned cold. "Are you unwilling?"

Killing intent emerged, faint and elusive.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions to the deepest part of his heart.

He suddenly kowtowed, his forehead hitting the cold ground heavily.

"I... will not refuse even if it means death!"

These four words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Very good."

The old woman finally revealed a trace of a satisfied smile, a smile that looked uglier than crying.

"Go, do not disappoint me."

"Yes!"

Chen Fan stood up, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to walk out of the warehouse.

Every step he took was steady and firm.

He knew that countless eyes were watching him from behind, and he could not show the slightest flaw.

Pulling open the wooden door, his figure merged into the night.

Inside the warehouse, the oppressive atmosphere finally relaxed.

The old woman turned around, her cloudy eyes looking at Su Xin.

"This Chen Jinzhong has strange movement techniques and deep schemes; he is not someone easily controlled."

"Rest assured, Senior."

Su Xin walked to the old woman's side and chuckled confidently.

"This Chen Jinzhong appears aloof, but in reality, his willpower is weak. He admires me, and a little ethereal hope is enough to make him go through fire and water for me."

She paused, a trace of undisguised contempt appearing on her beautiful face.

"Men, especially self-righteous men like him, are the easiest to manipulate."

"As long as the rope is in my hands, he will always be a dog of the Sect."

Upon hearing this, the old woman nodded and laughed hoarsely.

"The word 'love' is the most misleading. In that case, I am relieved."

...

On the other side, Chen Fan walked out of the dock. A cold wind blew, and he realized his back was already soaked.

White Lotus Sect...

This debt had grown by another entry.

He stood at a deserted street corner, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, feeling only a wave of mental exhaustion.

"Go undercover?"

That is impossible; he is not Chen Jinzhong, and he will not act like Chen Jinzhong.

Going to the Righteous Alliance might just be an opportunity.

He already had an idea in his heart: when he saw the people of the Righteous Alliance, he would just tell the truth.

Leniency for confession, severity for resistance; the Righteous Alliance consists of people on the Righteous Path, so they surely wouldn't punish him too severely.

Moreover, his Sect elders were also among them. In his memories, Chen Jinzhong's master was the Deputy Sect Leader of the Longxing Sect!

A dignified big shot, a Peak Sixth-Rank powerhouse.

Thinking about this, Chen Fan's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

The urgent priority was to find the people of the Righteous Alliance.

This was not difficult.

The Righteous Alliance always acted openly and honestly. They came to Xiushan Prefecture, so they would never hide their tracks.

Relying on Chen Jinzhong's memories, Chen Fan familiarly arrived at the most famous "Baixiao Tower" in the city.

This was a teahouse, but in reality, it was the largest intelligence trading point in Jianghu.

He threw down an ingot of silver, and in less than half an hour, he obtained the information he wanted.

The people of the Righteous Alliance indeed did not hide their tracks.

They had booked the largest inn in the east of the city, Fuwei Inn, as a temporary stronghold, and issued hero invitations widely, summoning all colleagues of the Righteous Path in the prefecture to discuss the grand plan of exterminating demons.

After getting the address, Chen Fan did not delay for a moment and set off immediately.

An incense stick later.

The tall gatehouse of Fuwei Inn appeared before his eyes.

The entrance of the inn was brightly lit.

Two rows of Martial Artists dressed in various costumes and holding weapons stood on both sides, each with steady breath and bulging temples, clearly all experts in internal arts.

Above the lintel of the inn hung a huge apricot-yellow flag.

In the center of the flag, three large characters were embroidered with gold thread in a Dragon-flying-phoenix-dancing style.

Righteous Alliance!

And under that large flag, six or seven slightly smaller flags of various Sects were also hanging.

Chen Fan saw at a glance one of the flags embroidered with a black swimming Dragon.

Longxing Sect.

He tidied his clothes, took off his bamboo hat, revealing Chen Jinzhong's plain, unremarkable face, yet one that carried a hint of arrogance.

Then, he took a step and walked straight toward the entrance of the inn.

"Stop!"

Just as he reached the entrance, two Disciples wearing the insignia of the Longxing Sect crossed their long swords, blocking his path.

One of them looked him up and down and demanded sternly.

"Who comes here? State your name!"

"Longxing Sect, Chen Jinzhong!"