Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 798 - 797: Journey to the Northern Territory

Li Shipeng had never heard of such a thing before, but,

"If it were done by Capital Commandant Hou, I wouldn’t be surprised; yet, how could a Cultivator of the Natural Realm, even if he was a Constellation True Inheritor, steal a Pocket World? And to steal it from Langya Mountain? Could it be an erroneous rumor that’s been exaggerated?"

Li Chuping was also trying to deceive him, but now it seemed that this fellow probably didn’t know anything,

"The specific details are my conjecture, but one fact is very clear: according to the information provided by our insiders within the Wu Sect, the theft of the Wu Sect’s Pocket World and the delivery of Hou Niao’s message happened within the same day.

How could such a coincidence exist? A message delivery task agreed a year ago and delivered exactly when the grand theft took place—what would you think if it happened to you?"

Li Shipeng struggled to hold back a smile, "Then it’s not a coincidence at all. Even if it wasn’t the Commandant’s doing, it’s surely related to him? You mean, someone suspects the Commandant? And that suspicion has even spread to me?"

Li Chuping shook his head, "No, there’s no such thing. He wouldn’t leave such traces; otherwise, his decades at the Sikong Mansion would have been spent for nothing as an assistant rong. But you must be aware of these proceedings; in case the Wu Sect comes looking for you, you won’t slip up and say the wrong thing."

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle-Master,"

"After the incident, the Nascent Transformation Masters of the Wu Sect were mobilized collectively; over a dozen Masters covered the entire Wu Country within two hours. The event caused quite a stir, with people speculating what exactly had happened?

But the Wu Sect tightly controlled the inside information, only revealing that nearly ten thousand low-grade artifacts from their Inner Warehouse had been stolen through collusion between insiders and outside forces, so they conducted a thorough search of the entire territory just to find those audacious thieves.

Would so many Low Realm treasures being lost actually alarm the Masters, let alone mobilize them all? Despite the public’s skepticism, they could not delve deeper into the matter."

He collected the documents he had been holding, "This headless case has always been a subject of suspicion, with various powers secretly inquiring into it. It wasn’t until yesterday that I heard from a letter from Yujing claiming it was the Wu Sect’s Pocket World that was stolen, which seems more plausible.

However, as to exactly which Pocket World was stolen or if it was several, our spies are still unclear. What I am clear about now, though, is that this probably involves our Shan Sect Quanzhen!"

Li Shipeng couldn’t help but remind him, "Uncle-Master, Capital Commandant Hou is no longer a disciple of Quanzhen; how can it relate to us? At most, it is just that we unknowingly provided an escape route. Such matters are unclear, and there is no need to shift the blame to ourselves, right?"

Li Chuping said angrily, "Do you think I want this? But everything that bastard does is murky and ambiguous! I know, he blames me for not helping him at the annual meeting, so now he is trying to throw dirt on me!

Now the letter from Yujing asks me to oversee this affair, to see if there’s an opportunity to pull one over on the Wu Sect?

What can I do? I’m as blind as if my eyes were open..."

Li Shipeng fully understood. He was a clever man and could see that Li Biejia’s cursing and shouting was just a facade. Its real purpose was to get Li Shipeng to inform Capital Commandant Hou, so he would reveal the situation and let Sikong Mansion know how to proceed.

"Uncle-Master, I understand what you mean."

"Do you truly understand?"

"I truly do. If I have the chance to meet the Capital Commandant, I will convey everything Uncle-Master said today. After all, he owes us a favor for delivering a message. Then, I will inform Uncle-Master of his response.

But if I do not meet the Commandant, then there’s nothing I can do. The Continent is vast; where could I possibly find him unless he appears of his own accord?"

This was a game for the secret front lines. Li Shipeng knew that Li Chuping knew what he was planning to do but couldn’t admit it, and Li Chuping knew Li Shipeng’s purpose but pretended otherwise. Just delivering the message was enough.

It was a game for the clever, not playable by the slow-witted.

Knowing that he had understood, Li Chuping appreciated this disciple—he was sharp and knew what should never be spoken of and what could be negotiated. Rubbing his forehead, he thought it was not easy to deal with each matter; he preferred simple cultivators like Fang Yazi.

That was his true feeling, but he didn’t realize that there was a kind of bad that was slyly bad; even honest people could harm others more severely when they set out to do so.

"Well then, it seems you don’t need me to arrange a guard for you?"

Li Shipeng chuckled dryly, "Look at what you’re saying, Master. I’m a Natural Realm Cultivator after all. How delicate could I be just to step out of the door? Without a Flying Sword, I can still kill. There’s no hindrance."

In these past ten or so years, his achievements were not negligible. Although he was stumped in retraining the Flying Sword, he had made great strides in his Realm. His dealings with the Ancient Langzhong Sect broadened his horizons and increased his knowledge.

After obtaining a leave from Li Chuping, he quietly left Zhongqing prefecture that very day. Along the way, he took numerous detours to shake off any potential pursuers—a natural instinct; he certainly didn’t want to lead enemies to his elder brother.

Even within the Shan Sect, there were those who would relish his brother’s death, such as certain powers in Yujing.

It was days earlier that he had received a message through a merchant’s channel that had been passed through countless hands, its origin unknown. The letter held no explanation, no date, no reason, no names, no events—just a simple greeting: "Go to your ancestors."

But just this single line let him know who sent the letter. It was a joke from when they both worked at the Commandant’s mansion, discussing how to communicate in a way outsiders couldn’t understand?

The result was Li Shipeng’s rotten idea: using curse words to represent locations. For example, "Go to your ancestors" meant a place in the Northern Territory, "damn your grandma" was somewhere southeast, and "your sister" was somewhere northwest, each with a fixed location, known only to them.

So the message meant for him to meet somewhere in the Northern Territory, without mentioning anything else.

Upon receiving the letter, he immediately prepared to set off, thus the excuse for Li Chuping—who would have thought he couldn’t fool the old fox?

But he wasn’t worried, clearly Capital Commandant Hou had great trust in Li Chuping, even taking the trouble to accept a message delivery task from the Wu Sect, a testament to their relationship. Who else could make Li Biejia act out of favoritism?

What surprised him was that Capital Commandant Hou had pulled off such a big stunt again, truly a man whose troubles never ceased.

Although he didn’t know why Capital Commandant Hou had summoned him, he didn’t hesitate. The days he spent in Zhongqing prefecture felt stifling, seeming meaningless and devoid of opportunity to showcase his talents, leading to a rather dull life,

Most importantly, for the re-forging and birth of the Sword Spirit, he needed his elder brother’s guidance—a trust so unconditional that even Golden Core Upper Cultivator Li Chuping couldn’t assist him in this matter. Yet, he believed that Capital Commandant Hou definitely could.

It was instinct.