Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 676 - 362: Out of the 3 Demon Venerables, Only 2 Remain

After hand-to-hand finished speaking, the little monk felt an inexplicable power enveloping his whole body. At the same time, the spell seal began to heat slightly, and the little monk closed his eyes, establishing a weak connection with some object hidden in the Marquis's Mansion.

"Go, and remember, do not run away, and do not disobey my orders."

"Got it." The little monk waved his hand. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Leaving his residence, the little monk followed the guidance of the spell seal towards the depths of the Marquis's Mansion, unnoticed by anyone on his way.

As he walked, the little monk tried hard to recall, to recall that ancient Black Tiger Profound Pattern.

"Where on earth have I seen this thing before? Why can't I remember?"

With stealth and concealment, the little monk arrived at the Marquis's resting place, a Northern Territory styled square-grid building with three layers and a courtyard, the main door tightly closed, only the second-floor windows open.

Calming his mind, the little monk dared not use the Escape Technique. Instead, he silently climbed to the second floor using his Body Technique, preparing to enter through the window.

Just as he looked up, he saw the Marquis's wrinkled old face appearing at the window, looking down at him condescendingly.

Without emotion.

...

What the little monk was thinking at this moment, Mr. Marquis Qiang didn't actually know.

Because the old man didn't see anything, he came to the window only because the Northern Territory was cold, and having been frozen in the valley all day, his old bones couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to close the window.

The Marquis grabbed the window and was about to close it, but halfway through, something jammed it. It seemed as if something invisible was clinging to the window's edge.

The Marquis reached out and felt around, touching nothing; the window axis was also completely intact, without the slightest damage.

"What a damned house, all ghostly." The Marquis cursed under his breath, using considerable force to slam the window shut.

After closing the window, the Marquis returned to the bedside with his hands behind his back, feeling somewhat at a loss, looking at the exquisite furnishings of the room; he just felt completely unsettled.

Because this was not his home at all.

Compared to the exquisite furnishings in the City Lord's Mansion, he still preferred his old den at the village entrance.

The old man is Marquis Qiang, but Marquis Qiang is indeed unlikely.

Because his real name is Hou Qiang, and although he looks identical to the City Lord Marquis Qiang, they are not the same person.

Half a year ago, Old Mr. Hou, who lived at Lower West Gate, was brought here, beginning a six-month period of mysterious stand-in special training.

Old Mr. Hou didn't understand, they say Immortal Demons can transform into myriad forms, if they needed a stand-in, why not just transform themselves? Why him, an old man?

However, the old man didn't ask; firstly, they provided food, and secondly, the real Marquis cured his old cold leg.

So being a stand-in was being a stand-in. The matters of Great Demon and Immortal, a small commoner shouldn't inquire casually.

The stand-in work wasn't difficult; according to the City Lord, there were actually only two core points.

Firstly, when encountering an unsolvable problem, don't speak, just pretend to be a master.

Secondly, as the City Lord, be confident, just squint your eyes and look around profoundly. Doesn't matter if there's anything or not, just look.

As for the issue of Cultivation, don't panic; Marquis Qiang left a cane for him, and as long as he held it, no one would see he was a Mortal.

If encountering danger, don't panic either, don't let go of the cane; usually, how you hit the dog is how you hit people, and the rest leave it to the cane.

Usually, the Marquis leaves for only one or two days, but this time he has been gone for quite a while.

So long that Old Mr. Hou couldn't keep up the act anymore. Things like tourism development plans, Holy Son of the Barbarian Tribe, he had no clue about, feeling extremely panicked these days.

"Sigh."

Old Mr. Hou picked up the cane and began wandering around the room.

He now dared not wander around because as soon as he stepped outside, there were always things, a bunch of people asking him questions that he didn't understand.

While he turned in circles, Old Mr. Hou tapped the floor with his cane, pretending he was hoeing land.

It made him a bit more comfortable.

However, while Old Mr. Hou was comfortable, the little monk was not comfortable at all.

When Old Mr. Hou trapped his hand with the window, he didn't leave but boldly slipped inside instead.

He planned to take advantage of this opportunity to carefully analyze Old Mr. Hou's every move.

As for the task instructed by hand-to-hand, the little monk had long thrown it aside.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

Old Mr. Hou was immersed in pretending to hoe the big land, while the little monk was engrossed in waging a battle of wits with the air.

Half a two-hour later.

Old Mr. Hou put down the cane, sat at the table, and just as he was about to pick up the teacup to drink water, he saw the little monk, in spider-man stance, clinging to the wall.

Four eyes met, and both were quite embarrassed.

The little monk, as a reckless person, reacted quickly; he didn't run away but directly brought out his Magical Treasure bag, aiming at Old Mr. Hou.

The little monk's original intention was just to stall for time, intending to slip away, but what he didn't expect was, that Old Mr. Hou was sucked in without any resistance.

Jumping down from the wall, the little monk picked up the bag, feeling rather puzzled.

Is that it?

However, before the little monk could think much, the door to the Marquis's room was pushed open.

"Ayasi, my old fellow friend, you..."

The jubilant Xi froze at the door, and the little monk met his eyes.

"Oh, my new friend, why are you here? Where is the old fellow, I..."

Before Xi could finish speaking, he too was sucked into the bag by the little monk.

The little monk looked at the bag in his hand, scratched his face, and asked himself, "Is this the right thing to do?"