"Witch Di."

Sword Light touched down, revealing a figure in a purple robe, an erect silhouette. "Come, let's see what you've got."

The sword Qi that reversed the Eight Trigrams surged forth, eager to measure itself against the incarnation of The World's Number One Sword within.

And then, he saw a figure in green clothes, but the figure, hair style, and mask were exactly the same as his own. The sword Qi emanating from the body suddenly faltered.

Immediately after, Witch Di's sword momentum condensed, and with a hand on his Viper Sword, he was ready to strike out.

No matter who the opponent was, impersonating oneself meant to strike first and ask questions later.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't make a move, don't make a move."

But the imitator's reaction took Witch Di by surprise. There was no intention to resist, and moreover, a voice that seemed somewhat familiar to Witch Di came out. He saw the person identical to himself reach out, remove the mask, and slightly reveal half of a face, while a touch of scale patterns appeared on the palm that was holding the mask.

"Witch Xian." Witch Di's sword momentum halted, and the sharpness of the Viper Sword he was about to unsheathe was retracted.

"How boring," he said lightly.

"Just to make things convenient."

Jiang Li mimicked someone's tone of voice, gave a forced laugh, and under the mask he had put back on, his mouth twisted, revealing a meaningful smile.

Just now, when Witch Di was about to strike without saying a word, Jiang Li intended to reveal his identity, to see if his truant second senior would panic. But as the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his mind, abandoning the thought of exposing Witch Di's identity, instead putting on the face of Feng Manlou.

With his mastery of the Heavenly Dharma, he could instantaneously alter his features, and the Fuxi Bloodline was solid proof, affirming Jiang Li as a bona fide member of the Feng Clan, a descendant of Fuxi.

Sure enough, Witch Di fell for it, allowing Jiang Li to probe the connection between the two.

'Classic of Mountains and Seas·Great Wilderness Western Record states: In the midst of the vast wilderness lies a mountain named Fengju. Yumen, where the sun and moon enter. There is a Spirit Mountain where Witch Xian, Witch Ji, Witch Fen, Witch Peng, Witch Gu, Witch Zhen, Witch Li, Witch Di, Witch Xie, and Witch Luo, the ten witches, ascend and descend, and all kinds of medicines can be found.'

'Feng Manlou had previously said that his Fifth Grade Dao Fruit was Witch Xian. Witch Di addressed him in the same manner, so Feng Ziyang's Dao Fruit must be Witch Di. Considering this, could it be that the existing members of the Feng Clan all possess the Fifth Grade Dao Fruits of the Spirit Mountain Ten Witches?'

Jiang Li recalled the causality lines he had seen before, with eight causal lines, eight people, deeply entangled with the Great Venerable. When he thought of further investigation, the Great Venerable had instantly reacted, and the eight figures were replaced by the shadows of the Candle Dragon.

Now it seems, Feng Manlou might just be one of those eight.

'But this would mean... he isn't the Great Venerable...'

Jiang Li felt that the clouds of doubt over Feng Manlou had thickened.

Witch Di, on the other hand, shifted his gaze towards Jiang Li's back, his eyes inquiring.

He was asking why Jiang Li had been brought to see Li Qinglian by a Bull-headed man.

"Ha, isn't it just that I have urgent matters to attend to, and it's inconvenient to show my face? So I asked my kind younger brother for a favor, and borrowed your identity for a bit."

As Jiang Li spoke, he winked with his right eye, giving a "you know what I mean" look.

Witch Di saw this, nodded slightly in acknowledgement, understanding. The murderous intention surged for a fleeting moment.

'It seems he knows about Wuzhiqi's situation, as well as my relationship with Feng Manlou, and even my connection with Li Qinglian. He... or rather, the Great Venerable behind him, is watching it all.'

The brief exchange of information was enough for Jiang Li to draw some conclusions.

At the same time, one had to admit that Jiang Li's imitation of Feng Manlou was rather convincing. With his Oscar-worthy acting skills, he only had to sell it occasionally with some cheekiness, and he would look no different from Feng Manlou.

When it comes to shamelessness, Jiang Li was a professional.

As for Witch Di himself, due to his unique way of speaking, he preferred to say as little as possible and, given that Wuzhiqi was lurking in the shadows, it was not the right time for conveying important information. This spared Jiang Li from any unnecessary probing.

"By the way, aren't you going back? Aren't you afraid something will go wrong over there?" Jiang Li said casually.

"Invited... I came here," spoke Witch Di tersely.

He was originally about to leave, but before departing, suddenly received an invitation from Li Qinglian who wanted to discuss the Sword Dao with him, thus he postponed his return trip, planning to leave after this encounter.

With Taibai True Monarch genuinely recognized as The World's Number One Sword, putting pressure on Yuxu Temple Guang Cheng, Sword Discussion Sea Chief, and Buddha Country Manjusri, his importance could be imagined. Though Li Qinglian had already become independent, in many people's eyes, he was still seen as an incarnation of Taibai True Monarch.

His invitation was a temptation hard to resist for many Sword Cultivators.

As he spoke, Witch Di emitted Sword Qi, resembling meteors in the sky, unrestrained and majestic.

The large doors of the building in front reacted as if they sensed something, immediately swung open, and a gentle breeze wafted out, bringing with it a subtle Qi Mechanism.

Within it was Li Qinglian's Sword Qi, and also...

'Ashuren and the Holy Infant King,' Jiang Li keenly perceived two familiar Qi Mechanisms, silently calculating, 'This is quite the coincidence.'

...

On the other side, behind the pavilion, there was a narrow stone path hugging the cliff, winding upwards to a platform.

At this time, on the platform, several meditation cushions were laid out, and three figures were seated separately.

Close to the edge was Li Qinglian, dressed in green, with a long sword resting across his knees.

To his left and right were two imposing figures: the ugly-faced, robust Great Asura Ashuren and the child-like Holy Infant King.

Sensing someone following his Qi Mechanism, Li Qinglian said indifferently, "The person you've been wanting to see has arrived."

Hearing this, the two people on either side were stirred, but they still suppressed their thoughts and did not show any unusual expressions.

The Holy Infant King revealed a trace of a smile and said, "Good, this king has long wanted to meet a member of the Great Venerable's clan."

"Being able to represent our sect against Jiang Li of the Dinghu Sect, I'd like to see what kind of person he is," Ashuren added with a nasty tone.

Both of them made remarks, but equally expressed their interest in this Great Venerate clansman.

Li Qinglian, of course, was aware of this but did not care.

Because in the past two days, there were too many people acting in such a manner. Anyone aware of the Feng family's history paid attention to Witch Di, hoping to probe into his secrets. The enigmatic Great Venerate was inscrutable, but his clansman might not be so, perhaps through him, they could find out something. Ashuren and the Holy Infant King were just two of them.

The only difference was that others had no way, while these two had means. Through Li Qinglian, they invited this mysterious clansman of the Great Venerate for a meeting. As for the others, they could only bustle about aimlessly.

However, such actions also suggested that these two might have other backgrounds. Those who wanted to investigate Witch Di likely had a significant chance of being internal operatives planted in the Devil God Sect by others.

While Li Qinglian observed the two men's actions, he also sensed the approach of that Sword Qi.

At the same time, he also detected the presence of Yin Qi, knowing that the Bull-headed had arrived.

However, the Bull-headed and Witch Di coming together was somewhat unexpected to Li Qinglian.

The next moment, his doubts were answered.

A youth in purple, tall and straight as a sword, ascended the steps and entered the platform, followed by a Bull-headed man, and also...

The Holy Infant King and Ashuren both fixed their gaze, and Li Qinglian was also visibly moved.

He had the same physique as Witch Di, only dressed in different colors, but the impression the two gave off was dramatically different.

The purple-clad youth was like a Sharp Sword, with Sword Qi leaking out, clearly a profound Sword Cultivator.

The one in green was like a breeze, a strand of Qi, even a piece of nothingness—if one hadn't seen him with their own eyes, they might not even be able to detect his presence.

"Two people..." murmured Ashuren.

Two people, two targets, who exactly was the one to be investigated.

"Or rather, both are targets," said Jiang Li, hiding a smile as he spoke leisurely.

Ashuren's expression instantly darkened.

It was this very statement that voiced his inner thoughts.

"Your next words would be, 'Who are you?'" said Jiang Li.

"You are..." Ashuren began to speak but forcefully stopped midway, though everyone present knew that his thoughts had been guessed.

At that moment, Ashuren calmed his mind, firm as Vajra, Suppressing his Mental State, to keep his spirit clear and tranquil, preventing any ripples, to guard against the other's bizarre probing.

But what he didn't anticipate was, just as he started, the youth in purple said, "Buddha Country, Eight Trigrams, immovable."

The Buddha Country's immovable mental method, a top-tier spell for stabilizing the mind. Even within the Buddha Country itself, only a minority had access to the immovable mental method.

Since Ashuren was versed in this method, his identity was nearly revealed.

Instantly, the Holy Infant King gave Ashuren a "you're actually a baldy" look before quietly straightening up to sit properly, posing as if he was innocent and harmless.

An adversary too difficult to handle was better avoided for the time being.

Easily intimidating the two, Li Qinglian's gaze grew even more profound. He looked towards Jiang Li and Witch Di, tapping lightly on the sword with his fingers, and smilingly said, "It seems Mr. Li has invited two figures not to be underestimated. How should I address the two of you?"

"Witch Di," Witch Di simply asserted that he was the genuine article.

As for Jiang Li, he clasped his hands together and said, "Witch Xian, a nameless nobody. Today, I came here just to witness the methods said to command the Five Vile Qi."

As he spoke, Jiang Li was already concentrating, sensing his surroundings.

Lawless Freedom personally killed the son of Wuzhiqi, who was also connected to Jiang Li. Putting oneself in his shoes, if Jiang Li were Wuzhiqi, he would certainly be keeping tabs on Li Qinglian's whereabouts at all times.

In other words, Jiang Li had already entered the ears of Wuzhiqi.

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