91: Chapter 91 Pretending to be inconspicuous, making a move at midnight to stir up trouble.

Gu Han couldn't help but be greatly shocked.

Immediately, he circulated his energy to manifest his Dharma Idol.

What emerged behind him was neither a pure Dharma Idol nor just chains, but a ferocious dragon shadow entwined with dark gold chains.

As the dragon's pupils opened and closed, an ancient aura instantly withered the old tree in the courtyard.

“Does this count as a Fusion?”

Gu Han stared at the ferocious dragon shadow entwined with dark gold chains behind him, waves of shock surging in his heart.

This Dharma Idol was neither a pure dragon shadow nor simple heavenly prison chains, but a brand-new form created by the Fusion of the two.

“What should I call this?”

“Heavenly Prison Dragon Shadow Idol?”

He muttered to himself, feeling the vast and profound power within his body, as if he could tear through heaven and earth and suppress all things.

Just then, Gu Han glanced at the [life essence] column.

“It actually skyrocketed by so much!”

“No wonder they say those in the Dharma Aspect Realm enjoy a thousand years of life essence and can establish a thousand-year-old clan.”

“Unfortunately, my life origin crystals have been used up.”

“Otherwise, I would have definitely Cultivated all the dharma image diagrams.”

Gu Han couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He had previously thought he had saved up quite a lot of life origin crystals.

He never expected that once he started Cultivating, they would disappear like flowing water.

Fortunately, he had already Cultivated the Azure Dragon Dharma Idol diagram to Perfection.

Although it didn't cause his cultivation to skyrocket to the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Aspect Realm,

with a cultivation at the sixth layer of the Dharma Aspect Realm combined with his foundation,

no one within the Dharma Aspect Realm would be his match.

Even when facing an ordinary Nirvana Realm expert, he would no longer be afraid.

“It's time to stir things up.”

“Otherwise, there's no way to get more life origin crystals.”

Gu Han sat cross-legged in the room, constantly muttering to himself.

The ferocious dragon shadow entwined with dark gold chains flickered behind him.

He lightly tapped the hilt of his blade with his fingertip, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Blood God Cult, Zhenwu Division, Chu Fengge...”

“I should be the one playing this game of chess!”

“The Blood God Cult wants to subvert imperial power, while the Zhenwu Division is the claw of imperial power...”

“If I let these two forces fight until both are wounded, why should I worry about not having enough life origin crystals?”

“But how can I make them fight without suspecting me?”

Gu Han knew well that the Blood God Cult aimed to overthrow the imperial power, acting ruthlessly and without scruples.

As the claw of imperial power, the Zhenwu Division wished to eliminate any force that threatened the throne as quickly as possible.

These two forces were already like fire and water; they only needed a single spark to ignite a towering inferno.

“However, direct provocation would be too obvious. I need to find a suitable pretext.”

Gu Han tapped the hilt of his blade, calculating in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of a brilliant idea.

“In three days, doesn't the Blood God Cult have a shipment of 'goods' entering the capital?”

“But if I tell Yang Qianjue directly,”

“given Yang Qianjue's personality, he will definitely intercept these 'goods'.”

“When that happens, no matter how stupid Jiu Wuming is, he'll know there's an undercover agent among this group.”

“He will certainly investigate me rigorously.”

“What should I do to make it look like a coincidence?”

Suddenly, a cold smile curled on his lips as he thought of a brilliant idea.

“If I'm going to play, I might as well play big!”

“I'll just kill whoever suspects me.”

“With this level of cultivation, being hesitant won't do.”

Gu Han stood up, and with a flash of his body, he appeared outside the secret room.

He turned into a streak of light and headed straight for the Zhenwu Division.

The Zhenwu Division, the claw of the Great Chu Dynasty that maintained imperial power, was filled with experts and heavily guarded.

But Gu Han entered as if it were uninhabited, stepping with Heavenly Prison Steps, his figure weaving through every corner of the Zhenwu Division like a ghost.

He arrived at a side hall where candlelight flickered, and several Zhenwu Division experts were discussing important matters.

“The Blood God Cult's shipment of 'goods' will arrive in the capital in three days. How should we respond?”

An expert asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Gu Han was startled.

“So while I was thinking about how to make the intel look like a coincidence,”

“the Zhenwu Division had already obtained it long ago.”

“I really deserve to die,”

“worrying over such a small matter.”

Gu Han, on the roof, couldn't help but curse himself silently.

At this moment, in the shadows of the eaves, his pupils reflected the dancing candlelight within the side hall of the Zhenwu Division.

Five high-ranking members of the Zhenwu Division were gathered around a sand table, simulating their moves.

“The Blood God Cult's 'goods' enter the capital in three days. Lord Yang Qianjue has already ordered an interception at all costs.”

“But that old dog Jiu Wuming is as cunning as a fox and will surely station heavy troops. How do we deal with it?”

“Hmph, is the Zhenwu Division's 'Inevitable Net' just for show?”

“We only need to...”

Gu Han's ears twitched slightly, taking in the entire conversation in the hall.

A cold smile curled on his lips, his fingertip lightly tapping a roof tile as a plan formed in his mind.

“Interesting.”

“I don't even need to leak the information myself.”

His figure flashed like a night owl taking flight, silently leaving the Zhenwu Division.

Just like that, three days passed in a flash.

During these three days, Gu Han reported for duty and left on time every day.

He went to the brothels to listen to music on schedule.

He looked completely like a man who had fallen into decadence.

He showed none of the ambition he had when he first joined the Zhenwu Division.

Gu Han completely erased his previous prominence, becoming a complete nobody.

The bright moon hung in the sky; midnight had arrived.

Gu Han's fingertip brushed over a bronze mask.

He put the mask into his storage ring, donned his Zhenwu Division Chief Officer uniform, and moved like a ghost through the shadows, racing toward the location designated by Jiu Wuming.

He knew clearly that tonight would be a bloodbath.

And after tonight, the identity of Iron Pillar Wang would also disappear.

It was also the time for him to harvest life origin crystals.

Although he had Cultivated two other dharma image diagrams over the past three days and had reached the entry level,

the progress was incredibly slow.

This made him, who was used to instant mastery, very dissatisfied.

What Gu Han didn't know was that his cultivation speed was already something countless geniuses could only dream of.

During these few days, Gu Han slacked off every day, leading his team to wander aimlessly.

“The Blood God Cult's goods—I'd like to see what they are that could make the Zhenwu Division and the Blood God Cult go to such lengths.”

Gu Han pondered silently, but his footsteps did not stop.

Before long, Gu Han arrived at the designated location.

As soon as he approached, he felt several obscure auras spying from the shadows.

A cold smile curled on his lips, and with a step of the Heavenly Prison Steps, his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

“Who?”

In the dark, a Blood God Cult mole shouted low, his long blade suddenly slashing out, the blade light like a bolt of silk aimed straight for Gu Han's throat.

Gu Han's figure flashed, easily dodging the strike and snatching the blade from the attacker.

Just as Gu Han intended to use the opportunity to kill the man who attacked him,

a cold voice drifted over.

“The Chief Officer is quite punctual.”

“And quite the temper, too.”

Three figures emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance, the centipede-like scar on the leader's face twitching in the moonlight.

Gu Han recognized this man: Zhao Zheng, a Zhenwu Division Centurion and a mole planted by the Blood God Cult in the Imperial City for twenty years.

At this moment, the people who were to escort the goods along with Gu Han also appeared,

excluding Lu Zhao, whom Gu Han had killed beforehand.

“Where are the goods?”

The tip of Gu Han's boot crushed the gravel by his feet as Heavenly Prison True Qi surged within his Dantian.

An old locust tree ten feet behind him suddenly withered, its bark peeling off in flakes.

Zhao Zheng's pupils constricted, and the Yanling blade at his waist hummed without any wind.

The two Zhenwu Guards behind him even retreated three steps, the hidden weapons in their sleeves clattering to the ground.

“What heavy Evil Qi you have, Chief Officer.”

“Do you think that becoming a Zhenwu Division Chief Officer gives you the right to throw your weight around?”

A gloomy voice rang out.

Immediately after, a convoy of carriages sped toward Gu Han and the others.