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The middle-aged scholar came with an angry expression, as if he wanted to question Wu Wang.

Lin Qi stood up and stood with his hands behind his back. Although his cultivation level was not as high as the middle-aged scholar, his momentum was not inferior at the moment.

Lin Qi raised his head slightly and said coldly, "What's wrong if my teacher is dissatisfied with what you wrote?"

Wu Wang almost laughed out loud.

This guy is really arrogant.

If it were in other circumstances, Wu Wang would have let Lin Qi say whatever he wanted. After all, he was the young master of the Lin family and the holder of the Yan Emperor's command. He was unparalleled in arguing with people.

Even if things really got out of hand, Wu Wang could still find someone to handle it.

But at this moment, Wu Wang was about to approach the middle-aged scholar and find out his details, so he had to temporarily endure Lin Qi's arrogance.

"Lin Qi, please sit down."

"Yes, teacher."

Lin Qi responded in a low voice and sat back in his original position, cross-legged.

The middle-aged scholar was stopped by Lin Qi's words. At this moment, he lost his temper and couldn't help but feel a bit trapped by the surrounding gazes.

Wu Wang arched his hand and smiled, "Senior, please forgive me. It was the junior who spoke out of turn just now. I was only targeting this guy, not senior."

Yang Wudi immediately stood up and smirked at the middle-aged scholar.

The latter instinctively took two steps back and then snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and sat back in his own seat.

Wu Wang glanced at Yang Wudi, who immediately put away his smile and looked at the middle-aged scholar with a critical gaze.

With the attention of the people here diverted, Wu Wang sat back at the low table, took the book in his hand, and carefully read it. Soon, he discovered...

This evil person actually has such talent?

Wu Wang found the introduction of the middle-aged scholar in the book, which was written in great detail.

Ji Mo also noticed something and inquired about the details of this person. He returned to Wu Wang's side and explained in detail.

This person called himself Wan Cai Daoren, has been cultivating for nearly six thousand years, loves poetry, songs, and travels throughout the Human Realm. In recent years, the miscellaneous stories he wrote have become popular. He once self-deprecatingly said, "Three hundred poems and no one asks, three articles and the world knows." He never talks about cultivation methods when discussing the Dao with others, but instead explores the fun of writing.

"Quite interesting."

Wu Wang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh lightly.

Ji Mo asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious about this senior," Wu Wang said, taking out a jade talisman and writing a few words on it, then handing it to Ji Mo.

Their cultivation levels were too low, and it was easy for their voice transmission to be overheard. The jade talisman had several layers of restrictions on the outside.

Wu Wang had just thought about casting a long line and catching a big fish, but after deducing the known information, he discovered... this middle-aged scholar was probably a big fish.

So why bother with a long line? Just go straight for the steel fork.

Ji Mo held the jade talisman and glanced at it, his expression unchanged. He casually put the jade talisman away and smiled, "Does the Sect Master really not want to chat with the senior?"

Wu Wang shook his head with a smile and said, "As you know, I don't really like dealing with people."

"Then you're missing out on a lot of fun," Ji Mo said with a hint of regret.

After joking with Wu Wang for a while, Ji Mo stood up again with his wine cup, but this time he didn't ask Zhang Moshan to accompany him.

Before long, a senior from the Mysterious Female Sect appeared and seemed to have a close relationship with Ji Mo. Ji Mo called her "Auntie".

This Auntie took Ji Mo to another place, and they left the main hall naturally.

To be honest, Ji Mo's acting skills were really good. He must have played too many roles in his life.

Wu Wang only wrote a few rough steps in the jade talisman, and it was up to Ji Mo to decide how to persuade the Mysterious Female Sect to set up a trap.

It seemed like a coincidence that the Ten Calamities Palace encountered someone during the Mysterious Female Sect's ceremony to accept disciples, but in fact, there was a certain inevitability to it.

The first time the young master came into contact with the Ten Calamities Palace was with Wang Lin and that old woman. The existence of these two was enough to show the extent of the Ten Calamities Palace's infiltration into the Human Realm's forces.

Every sect would open its doors to accept disciples every once in a while, and they generally lacked the means to identify divine souls. It was too easy for spies from the Ten Calamities Palace to infiltrate.

The most troublesome spies were not these evil people with the bloodline of the Evil God, but those ordinary human tribes who joined the Ten Calamities Palace and had no "mark" on them.

Therefore, when Wu Wang first saw this middle-aged scholar and felt that something was off, he instinctively regarded him as someone sent by a certain sect to observe the ceremony.

He didn't expect that this Ten Calamities Palace evil person, who had a prominent identity as a wandering cultivator, could also have such a sideline, writing a popular "Biography of Women" that spread throughout the Human Realm, and was invited by the Mysterious Female Sect to observe the ceremony because of it.

After a short while, Ling Xiaolan floated back and went straight to Wu Wang, whispering softly, "Brother Wu, my master wants to see you."

As she spoke, a blush flashed across her face, but it was not seen by anyone because of the veil.

Wu Wang stood up and smiled, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

The two elders smiled knowingly, and Lin Qi also showed a gentle smile, all watching Wu Wang and Ling Xiaolan leave.

There was also a bit of laughter and conversation in the hall.

Outside the hall, when they reached the formation near the bamboo house, Ling Xiaolan immediately frowned.

"Are you sure? Is Wan Cai Daoren really a member of the Ten Calamities Palace?"

"Yes, I'm 90% sure," Wu Wang said, "Even if he's not a member of the Ten Calamities Palace, he still has the blood of the Evil God."

"Unfortunately," Ling Xiaolan shook her head slightly, "I quite like the stories he writes."

Wu Wang smiled and said, "Fairy, did you also read them?"

"I borrowed them from my senior sister and read them. I feel a bit bored during my usual cultivation."

Ling Xiaolan said softly as they arrived in front of the wooden door.

"Your master and several ancestors are waiting for you here. It is crucial to explain the infiltration of the Ten Calamities Palace by the Mysterious Female Sect. You must explain it well."

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"Follow me."

Ling Xiaolan pushed open the wooden door of the bamboo house. Apart from Ji Mo sitting in the corner, there were also seven old women and women.

They all looked over at the same time, most of them showing a friendly smile to Wu Wang.

Only Ling Xiaolan's master, who had previously met Wu Wang, looked at him with a critical gaze.

...

Half an hour later.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the bamboo shadows swayed.

Ling Xiaolan and two senior sisters led the way in front, while the scholar-looking Wan Cai Dao Ren followed behind, stroking his beard. They slowly arrived outside the bamboo forest.

A barrier appeared ahead, and Wan Cai Dao Ren stopped his steps and asked with a smile, "Miss Ling, didn't you say that several fellow daoists wanted to see me? Why did we come to such a remote place with a barrier ahead?"

Ling Xiaolan turned around and blinked at Wan Cai Dao Ren, transmitting her voice, "This matter cannot be made public. One of my ancestors wants to invite you for a cup of tea and discuss poetry. Please keep this matter confidential, as it concerns the reputation of my family's ancestor."

"Oh?"

Wan Cai Dao Ren showed a slight smile, with no trace of any flaws in his expression. He seemed to be looking forward to it.

He said, "If it's a senior from the Mysterious Female Sect, then they must not be an ordinary person. It's hard to find a kindred spirit. Kindly lead the way, Saint Ling!"

"Please, we will wait here."

Ling Xiaolan smiled and said, then she opened a door on the barrier in front of her.

Wan Cai Dao Ren walked calmly past Ling Xiaolan, who closed the barrier. She and the other two disciples of the Mysterious Female Sect stood quietly there, without any abnormality.

The bamboo forest was accompanied by a faint white mist, with stars shining and a murmuring stream. The sound of a qin suddenly rang out, leading Wan Cai Dao Ren to a pavilion.

Wan Cai Dao Ren, stroking his beard and smiling, couldn't help but praise, "The scenery here is really good."

Suddenly, a clear male voice came from the side, "Senior, would you like to compose a poem?"

A male voice?

Wan Cai Dao Ren frowned and looked towards the side of the pavilion, only to see Wu Wang's figure emerging from behind a stone pillar.

"It's you?"

Wan Cai Dao Ren felt somewhat disappointed and smiled awkwardly, "Is it because of the incident in the main hall that you brought me here through Saint Ling to teach me a lesson? This is the Mysterious Female Sect. Even if the Lord of the Wu Wang Sect has extraordinary abilities, he should restrain himself here."

Wu Wang:...

"Senior, let's not beat around the bush. Since we have come to this point, there is no need to pretend anymore."

"I don't understand the meaning of your words," Wan Cai Dao Ren stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly, "I, Wan Cai, have always been upright and honest in my actions and have some friends in various places. Even if the Lord of the Wu Wang Sect wants to take revenge, there is no need to be so indirect. I despise that."

"Hiss, could it be that I misunderstood?"

Wu Wang blinked his eyes innocently, "Senior, are you not a member of the Ten Calamities Palace?"

"The Ten Calamities Palace?"

Wan Cai Dao Ren seemed to have heard something extremely absurd and almost burst into laughter.

"How could I be a spy of the Ten Calamities Palace? Lord of the Wu Wang Sect, you are really trying to find fault with me! I am Wan Cai, who writes books and spreads knowledge. I have no evil intentions!"

"Is that so?"

Wu Wang brushed his hand on the stone table in front of him, and two golden jade wine flasks appeared on it.

"Since that's the case, please choose one of these two cups and drink from it. I can tell you clearly that inside these cups, I have put two drops of the Evil God's blood obtained from the Ten Calamities Palace."

As soon as the words "Evil God's blood" were spoken, Wan Cai Dao Ren's smile froze on his face.

Almost instantly, a wave of pressure rose from all directions, and more than ten experts from the Mysterious Female Sect locked their aura onto Wan Cai Dao Ren.

He slightly lowered his head, his expression changing uncertainly, and his eyes trembled slightly.

Soon, Wan Cai Dao Ren sneered and said in a low voice, "May I ask, how did I reveal my flaw?"

Wu Wang was about to speak and try to see if he could break through this person's mental defense.

Wan Cai Dao Ren suddenly changed his expression again, trembling all over, his eyes filled with panic, and he kept muttering, "What should I do? How did I expose myself? How did I expose myself?"

Wan Cai Dao Ren suddenly shouted in a cold voice, "Shut up!"

Then he trembled and said, "We really have no connection with the Ten Calamities Palace. Let's explain it to them properly. They will give us a way out."

"I told you to shut up!"

Wan Cai Dao Ren suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed his own throat, while his right hand held his left wrist and forcibly twisted it.

"You and I cannot coexist with them!"

"Um, two fellow daoists..."

Wu Wang raised his hand and called out.

Wan Cai Dao Ren suddenly looked up, and two voices came from his body, one angry and one pleading, "Who are you? How did you see through my identity? Please spare me!"

Wu Wang immediately said, "Senior, please restrain him first. We will interrogate him!"

Wan Cai Dao Ren's eyes flashed with a sharp light. With a half-ferocious and half-sorrowful expression, his aura suddenly soared to the mid-stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm. However, there were more than ten experts from the Mysterious Female Sect nearby, whose cultivation levels were almost higher than his. It was effortless for them to subdue him.

Wu Wang picked up a cup of wine in front of him and took a sip.

One of the senior sisters, or rather, a fairy-like immortal, exclaimed, "Isn't that..."

"Ah," Wu Wang drained his drink and laughed, "Fooled him."

The blood of the Evil God was so precious, how could he possibly have any left? He had used it all up long ago.

What he had just done was merely imitate the power fluctuations of the Evil God's blood with his own aura, which was as simple as could be for Wu Wang.

Several figures disappeared into the forest without showing themselves. The elders of the Mysterious Female Sect who had just been discussing with Wu Wang in the bamboo house on how to catch the thief arrived at the pavilion. Ling Xiaolan also quickly flew in from outside the barrier.

The Daoist Wancai was bound by several immortal ropes and his soul was imprisoned by several long nails wrapped in clouds. He looked lost and disoriented one moment, and cold and indifferent the next.

"Let's interrogate him right here," Wu Wang urged.

"Good."

An old woman with a snake-headed cane walked up to Daoist Wancai and said coldly, "You treacherous thief! You've angered me!"

"Hmph," Daoist Wancai sneered, ignoring her completely.

Ling Xiaolan's master walked up with a cold face and said, "Let me do it."

The old woman huffed and walked away with her cane. Ling Xiaolan's master looked down at Daoist Wancai, suddenly kicked out, her foot accurately hitting the Daoist's chin, sending him flying. She then casually pulled the immortal rope back, and kicked Daoist Wancai in the face again, kicking him away and pulling him back like a soccer ball.

Soon, the Daoist nun grabbed a long sword with its sheath and started slashing at Daoist Wancai, the scene was quite bloody.

Wu Wang wanted to say something several times, but the words were stuck in his throat, scared back down.

Finally, half an hour later.

Daoist Wancai was lying on the pavilion floor, barely breathing, his face unrecognizable.

"Huff."

Ling Xiaolan's master let out a light breath, threw the blood-stained sword sheath aside, and seemed to remember something, she turned her head and asked, "Right, what were we supposed to ask him?"

Gulp.

Wu Wang swallowed, his voice trembling.

He suddenly understood why Fairy Ling had said that she was 'only a little good' and 'not very good' at this.

The reference for comparison was problematic!

"Ask him about the matters related to the Ten Calamities Palace."

Ling Xiaolan's master nodded slightly, looking somewhat regretfully at the figure on the ground, and said, "Then I'll start the interrogation again."

"No! I confess! I confess everything! Shut up... let me confess!"