"Brother Qing, what should we do?"

After leaving the inn, a group of Tai Sui Society ruffians gathered together and beat up a scoundrel: "You dare give false info? You've got a death wish?"

"Big brothers, I wouldn't dare, truly!"

The scoundrel, bleeding from his head, pleaded repeatedly.

"Did you... really see it?"

The person with triangular eyes glared fiercely at the scoundrel and asked sternly.

"My two eyes saw it clearly." The scoundrel swore repeatedly.

"Alright then, I'll trust you one last time."

The triangular-eyed 'Brother Qing' looked at the sky, and it was already near nightfall, with only the roadside kerosene lamps still casting light: "You all avoid this path for now. I need to summon a spell!"

Tai Sui Society is not a regular association; not only the Boss, the protectors, Four Directions Altar Masters, and Eight Flag Bearers are experts of the unconventional paths... some Hall Masters and leaders are also highly skilled in mana. Even some lesser leaders, if they occasionally win favor, receive certain minor spells.

This Brother Qing is one of them.

"Alright!"

The younger brothers understood the gravity and quickly distanced themselves.

The triangular-eyed man moved to a dark corner, took out a black paste-like secret medicine from his pocket, swallowed it, and began gesturing continuously.

From his mouth, he uttered a complex and awkward incantation.

Woosh!

A gentle breeze blew past, and suddenly a faint sound emerged from the surrounding darkness.

This is — [Ear-Report Possession Spell]!

It requires the spellcasters to offer their essence and Qi-Blood, summon a low-grade demon of the shadow lineage, and the cultivator's mind can merge with this demon, passing through walls and doors as if mundane, unfailingly eavesdropping on secrets.

Practicing this spell, however, means abstaining from women!

Because of this, Brother Qing's wife left him...

Amidst the chants, a vague shadow first pounced on Brother Qing, feeding on blood essence, then submerged into the wall opposite.

Standing there, Brother Qing's face turned ashen, eyes closed, his spirit borrowing the recent link of blood, possessed by the shadow, infiltrated the inn.

Before long, he reached Zhong Shenxiu's room to eavesdrop.

"Mr. Fang, are you really a cultivator?"

Inside the room, Lv Luo's excited voice came: "Since childhood, I've greatly admired those who pursue immortality..."

"Hehe, what's so good about cultivating?"

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head: "In this world, cultivation demands a price for every sip and peck... Furthermore, there are too many various demons… cultivators easily stray… For example, in the Nine Realms of Cultivation, the Eighth Realm, 'Tongyou', can communicate with the Nether, worship various entities…"

"But in reality, even ordinary folk, if they accidentally perform a ritual, might get a response. Then why is the Eighth Realm called Tongyou? Because only in this realm can one protect oneself, worship various entities safely, even without benefits, they won't be easily harmed. Loose Cultivators unaware of this often dare to worship various demons when their cultivation is shallow, truly risking their lives… Some of the deities worshipped by sects might be kind-hearted, but encountering a truly powerful entity, even its breath could kill a low-level cultivator…"

"This is the truth of one word from a true inheritor; if not guided by the sect, loose cultivators can easily fall into traps and suffer great setbacks!"

Brother Qing originally planned to leave after finding Lv Luo, but unexpectedly overheard such secrets.

Among loose cultivators, to receive high-level advice is lifelong beneficial.

He suddenly didn't want to leave, merged further into the shadows, and continued listening.

"I've heard about such ritual practices too, immensely useful…" Lv Luo hesitated: "Who knew there were so many nuances?"

She talked extensively with Zhong Shenxiu, captivated by his character, speech, and insight, her beautiful eyes shimmered continuously.

"Hehe, the ways of ritual are profound, full of prohibitions, like the one outside eavesdropping... as a Tai Sui Society member, his spell leans towards shadow-type demons… offering his own blood essence, barely controlling a demon, lucky for him not encountering something strong; but continuing like this, he'll die prematurely."

Zhong Shenxiu sneered: "Moreover, this spell clearly isn't Tai Sui Society's lineage, probably obtained by chance; practicing such magic is equivalent to pledging allegiance to another faction, forever barred from Tai Sui Society's core. It's akin to political infighting—joining one faction while trying to join another as a fence-rider? Won't he be beaten to death directly!"

Upon hearing this, Brother Qing, if not possessed by the Ear-Report Deity, would've surely been drenched in cold sweat.

'No wonder the Hall Master became suddenly fond of me, gifting me this [Ear-Report Possession Spell]…'

'Turns out, he knew the nuances, deliberately trapping me?'

'So ruthless, not only ruining my future but causing my wife to run off with him… No, he… he probably eyed Xiao Cui a long time ago; it's a trap within a trap!'

Brother Qing muddled, unsure when he broke the spell, returned to his body.

But he was already on the brink of madness.

"I… want revenge, I want revenge!"

Constantly schemed against, unaware of it, losing his future, wife stolen, Brother Qing was eager to grab a knife and kill.

But amidst his rage, he didn't notice the black shadow persistently creeping over his body...

"A… monster!"

Exiting the corner, upon spotting a younger brother, just as he intended to greet, the fellow shrieked and fled in terror.

"Me? A monster?"

Brother Qing tried to speak but could only utter incoherent murmurs.

Finally, thinking of lifting his hand to look, the motion was impossible.

In the onlookers' eyes, he had already transformed into a pile of black, sludge-like demon!

A sharp whistle pierced the air.

The Imperial Patrol Office constables rushed in swiftly.

Boom!

Just then, a spark flickered in the darkness, accompanying a thunderous sound, like a striking bolt.

The puddle pierced instantly, sacred flames erupted fiercely, purging wickedness.

"May God forgive his sins…"

Not far, a carriage rolled slowly by, within it a priest-like blond man, holstering a finely crafted silver revolver, clasped his pendant, fervently praying:

"Also, may God forgive my sins, as an Exorcist, I couldn't ignore this…"

...

"Someone eavesdropped?"

Lv Luo belatedly realized, then startled by the gunshot.

"It's alright… That person can't leak the information."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled warmly and comforted: "As for the gunshot? Probably the Patrol Office pursuing some fugitive; ignore them…"

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