After Xue Lao Er returned this time, he did not mention the private fight between the two of them, nor did he embellish or say anything else he shouldn’t have. Instead, he even seemed to downplay it a bit.
The content that the Demon Venerable described overall matched closely with what was in his letter. Gu Changhuai could almost conclude that after Xue Lao Er said this, it would dispel more than half of the Demon Venerable’s suspicions toward him.
He couldn’t quite figure it out—what was Xue Lao Er really thinking? He had thought Xue Lao Er would stab him in the back, but instead, he quietly covered for him in front of the Demon Venerable.
Gu Changhuai had no intention of relying solely on a single letter to offset the Demon Venerable’s doubts about him. He was already preparing to launch an assassination attempt on Rong Ye. He planned to take a strand of Rong Ye’s hair and send it back to the Demon Clan—that would prove he was truly carrying out the Demon Venerable’s orders seriously. Xue Lao Er’s cover-up could be considered the icing on the cake.
A gentle breeze blew, and Gu Changhuai paused on the riverbank, tilting his head slightly upward as he lifted his gaze toward the tall mountain not far from Water Town.
—Water Moon Mountain.
…
The shadows of the trees swayed in the mountain breeze. After confirming Rong Ye’s position, Gu Changhuai arrived ahead of him and set up an ambush further along the path.
Countless transparent silk threads stretched between the trees at ankle height. Stepping on any one of them would trigger the arrow traps Gu Changhuai had set up at the treetops.
After setting the ambush, Gu Changhuai hid in the underbrush and waited. The mountain was utterly silent, without even a bird’s call. Han Ya suggested, “If needed, I can let out a call.”
Gu Changhuai said, “Scram!”
What kind of nonsense was that?
Of course.
A simple ambush and assassination lacked flair. After waiting for a while without seeing Rong Ye’s figure, Gu Changhuai simply pulled out the Tongtian Instrument to check the latest updates from Xinnan Immortal Sect.
Pill Peak: “In mourning! To commemorate the Enforcement Elder, all pills will be sold at half price for the next month—fair to young and old alike!”
Book Pavilion: “Reflection! He spurred us when we erred! He blocked us when we sneaked down the mountain! He scolded us fiercely during lessons! He bravely added new sect rules without fear! It was him! Him! That man! Full details in—’A Summary of the Enforcement Elder’s Life’!”
“Also: ‘Xinnan Tidbits’ Chapter 30 coming soon—the sweet duo adventures of the Immortal Lord and his attendant. Transmit a message if interested; delivery available.”
Gu Changhuai: “…”
Weren’t they shameless for money? The dead deserved respect—this didn’t even sound like praise! And why lump those two together?!
A disciple from Enforcement Hall exploded in rage and cursed on the spot: “Zhao Shuzhai! You’ll profit off anything with spirit stones—believe me when I say I’ll burn your building down!”
“Junior Brother, Junior Brother, don’t get mad, don’t get mad. I’ve read it all; it doesn’t dishonor our master at all.” This voice clearly belonged to another Enforcement Hall disciple. He continued, “Master’s every demon-slaying feat, every lecture, and all major and minor events are recorded. Reading it made me miss Master a bit. I’ll send you a copy later.”
“Wahhh—ahhh—” Someone burst into loud sobs. “Enforcement Elder!!”
Zhao Shuzhai’s tone grew somber: “Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, though I, Zhao Shuzhai, love money, I would never exploit the deceased. This was commissioned by Pei Minor Official—it’s all authentic records. All proceeds from ‘A Summary of the Enforcement Elder’s Life’ will be fully donated to Enforcement Hall for demon-slaying, righteousness, and aiding the common people!”
Oh, that made it less shameless. Gu Changhuai muttered to himself. Pei Tianyi had gone to Lingtai Slope for training, yet he still found time to contact Zhao Shuzhai about publishing a book.
As he pondered, a sudden breeze rustled the branches with a faint whisper. The tree shadows shifted. He snapped to attention, stowed the Tongtian Instrument, crouched low in the dense grass, and cautiously peeked out to survey his surroundings.
In his line of sight, the hidden transparent silk threads connected between the trees, blocking a narrow path. This path hadn’t seen traffic in ages; it was overgrown with weeds climbing everywhere.
Not far away, a tall, jade-like figure in profound azure robes approached gracefully, holding the compass. His handsome, aloof face remained stern and unsmiling.
He was here, he was here.
Gu Changhuai held his breath, waiting for Rong Ye to draw near the threads. The moment one was triggered, he would rush out pretending it was a chance encounter, then snag a strand of hair amid the chaos.
The treetop arrow traps were no joke—each arrow was infused with the power of the Heaven-Breaking Bow, and even the threads were laced with a killing array. It was a true web of death.
At least Gu Changhuai was confident that if Xue Lao Er stepped into it, he’d be dead without a doubt.
As for Rong Ye…
Suppose…
Just suppose…
What if Rong Ye actually got killed?
A smile tugged at his lips, his eyes curving slightly as he leisurely propped his chin, quietly waiting for Rong Ye—to step into the peril-filled trap.
…
Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows.
As if sensing something, the compass needle began to twitch. Rong Ye’s gaze shifted, casually sweeping over the grass where Gu Changhuai hid.
Gu Changhuai’s heart jolted—he nearly thought he’d been spotted. Fortunately, Rong Ye seemed to be following the compass’s direction, and his gaze didn’t return this way.
Phew, close call.
He patted his chest in lingering relief. Seeing Rong Ye’s back as he turned away, he smugly raised a brow at Han Ya, who was also hidden in the grass.
See?
Among the Demon Clan, he was still the most capable! Great hiding spot!
Rong Ye, facing away from Gu Changhuai’s position, lowered his eyes silently, staring at the spinning compass. His expression unchanged, he followed it forward, seemingly oblivious to the crisscrossing silk threads around him.
The depths of his downcast eyes held boundless profound darkness.
Very well.
Silly demon, walking right into the net.
At that moment, Gu Changhuai in the grass had his heart in his throat, tensely watching Rong Ye’s advancing steps. Right before he stepped on the thread—
Rong Ye halted. The transparent silk was less than an inch from the hem of his profound azure robe, untouched and undisturbed.
Gu Changhuai: “?”
Keep going!
His eyes urged Rong Ye onward. Why stop?!
So clueless!
In the next instant, under his watchful gaze, Rong Ye slowly retreated. Gu Changhuai’s heart leaped again—was the trap discovered?
He pursed his lips, bracing himself.
However, Rong Ye merely frowned at the compass, seemingly influenced by its erratic needle. He waited for it to steady before continuing forward.
Gu Changhuai watched wide-eyed as Rong Ye stepped onto the thread, apparently unaware of its touch—yet the thread disintegrated into powder in that instant.
It neither triggered the killing array nor the arrow mechanisms.
Gu Changhuai: “…”
…Come on, at least react a little?
This made his meticulously laid trap look…
Like a joke.
No good.
This wouldn’t do.
As Rong Ye indifferently trod over thread after thread, nearly dismantling the entire killing array, Gu Changhuai decided to activate it manually.
With a flick of his eyes, he plucked a fallen leaf at random, flicked it with his finger, and severed the connection between the threads and the arrow traps!
In that instant, the killing array activated. Countless sword gleams shot out, and the hidden arrow traps sprang into action, unleashing seven or eight arrow blades that hurtled toward Rong Ye!
At the same time—
Sensing the cold wind rushing from behind, Rong Ye’s expression remained unruffled. A faint, imperceptible smile curved his lips.
He’s made progress.*
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