My Immortal Master Forced Me to Go Undercover in the Demonic Sect – Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Chapter Sixty-One Always a Plan
As Ye Changsheng entered the cliff, he had already commanded the Star-Gazing Palace cultivators he controlled to enter Mount Gray to conduct investigations.
Simply put, it was system-managed!
After all, Ye Changsheng couldn’t possibly focus on the situation of the cliff while also multitasking; he wasn’t AlphaGo.
Those people entered the killing array of the Ancient Forbidden Domain one after another and perished. He didn’t care.
Unexpectedly, there was one who slipped through the net and witnessed the battle between Shen Pingchuan and Ling Xingmang. He was eventually discovered by Ling Xingmang and killed.
Ye Changsheng said, “I expected this situation long ago. Ling Xingmang knew Shen Pingchuan was using him, and Shen Pingchuan also knew Ling Xingmang was on guard. However, the Immortal’s Shedding was too tempting for them, even knowing this.”
The Little Fox tried to understand the situation and comprehended, “If Shen Pingchuan took the Moon Invitation Sword himself, it would be a violation of Immortal Lord White Emperor’s ancestral teachings, a grave offense of deceiving ancestors. Therefore, this is a game of chess.”
Ye Changsheng nodded, “Their cooperation is only superficial. In the end, it will turn into a fight. Only one of them will remain. They both believed they were stronger than the other, which is why they staged this act together.”
“But in the Southern Region of Qixia Isle, it has always been debated that their powers should be evenly matched! How did Shen Pingchuan lose to Ling Xingmang?”
At least in her understanding, Shen Pingchuan was a top-tier expert, even surpassing her brother-in-law who had once protected the Frozen Sky Fox clan.
Furthermore, facing Shen Pingchuan directly at that time had also exerted immense pressure that Zhong Yanhan found difficult to bear.
Ye Changsheng explained, “Shen Pingchuan lost to himself, not to Ling Xingmang. When two Sword Cultivators of equal realm compete, it should ultimately come down to a clash of Sword Intent. Shen Pingchuan’s Sword Intent wavered.”
“Shen Pingchuan’s Sword Intent… I felt it before. He cultivated the sword for his sect, to protect it.”
“Recently, a series of events in the White Emperor Sword Sect has caused the sect to continuously decline, making him doubt himself,” Ye Changsheng paused, “Ling Xingmang, however, is different from him. After cultivating Supreme Forgetfulness, Ling Xingmang solely focused on becoming stronger, overpowering Shen Pingchuan.”
“Shen Pingchuan’s state has indeed been very strange recently. I didn’t expect it to be his Sword Intent wavering.”
“Shen Pingchuan is not dead. He escaped. After being heavily injured, he used the Heavenly Cang Step to leave, in a very sorry state.”
Ye Changsheng had seen the scenes at the time. After losing, Shen Pingchuan seemed to doubt life itself, trembling all over. Then, Ling Xingmang’s sword fell.
He seemed to have realized something and moved, using the Heavenly Cang Step to escape.
“Since Ling Xingmang is holding the Moon Invitation Sword, what should we do?” the Little Fox asked.
“Reclaim the Moon Invitation Sword,” Ye Changsheng’s answer was very clear.
The White Emperor Sword Sect’s Sky-Opening Sword Array required the Moon Invitation Sword to be complete.
Previously, the White Emperor Sword Sect was only missing the Azure Sword. The Twilight Snow Sword, reforged by Ye Changsheng from the broken Azure Sword, could take its place, allowing the Sky-Opening Sword Array to become whole.
If the Little Fox truly wanted to become the Sect Master of the White Emperor Sword Sect, she needed a trump card to establish her position. A complete Sky-Opening Sword Array would deter any sect from harboring ill intentions towards her.
The Moon Invitation Sword must be reclaimed.
“Then let’s go find Ling Xingmang,” the Little Fox agreed with a nod.
…
Relying on the intelligence from the formation diagram, Ye Changsheng swiftly traversed the Ancient Forbidden Domain and immediately arrived at the site where Shen Pingchuan and Ling Xingmang had fought.
The hills before them were covered in sword marks, almost stripped bare, and the sky still retained traces of towering sword Qi that had yet to dissipate.
“Changsheng, Shen Pingchuan is gone, and Ling Xingmang has also left. How do we find them now?” the Little Fox asked, looking at the battlefield.
“This comes down to tracking ability.”
“Tracking ability!” The Little Fox looked at Ye Changsheng with expectant eyes, “Does Changsheng need to perform some supreme divine ability, a move to chase enemies for a thousand miles!”
Ye Changsheng said, “How is that possible! Where would such a strange supreme divine ability come from… Oh, it exists, but it requires a celestial phenomenon and also being struck by lightning. I can’t do it at least for now.”
“You can’t do it? Then Changsheng must have another way.”
“Yes, it’s you.”
“Me?”
“Xiao Han, it’s up to you now.”
“Huh?” The Little Fox was stunned.
Ye Changsheng kept looking at her with expectant eyes.
After a while, she quickly explained, “No, no, no, Changsheng, I don’t know any powerful sorcery.”
“You don’t need that kind of sorcery. Aren’t you a fox from the Demon Race?”
“Hmm?”
“Foxes are canids!”
“…”
The Little Fox was stunned again.
Thinking about it this way, it seemed… there was no problem?
Foxes were indeed canids, and canids had a keen sense of smell, so tracking by scent made perfect sense!
However, the Little Fox felt incredibly embarrassed, her face blushing. Changsheng was treating her like a dog.
“…You can’t?” Ye Changsheng sounded a bit dejected.
“I can, I can!”
The Little Fox gritted her teeth and agreed. Although it was somewhat undignified for a member of the royal family of the Frozen Sky Fox, she decided to endure it for the sake of repaying his kindness.
She activated her bloodline power to its utmost and began to sense the two spiritual powers lingering in the air, swaying left and right, circling the battlefield a few times.
Through her ordinary sense of smell, she detected a unique spiritual power scent left by another woman on Ye Changsheng…
Wait, she was mistaken. Now was not the time for this! But why had Changsheng been flirting with other women recently? How many girls was he entangled with!
The Little Fox quickly shifted her attention back to the battlefield, identifying and categorizing the types of spiritual power present. It took her half an hour to distinguish two types.
One was Shen Pingchuan’s, which she somewhat remembered from a previous encounter at the White Emperor Sword Sect.
The other was a stranger’s. Zhong Yanhan didn’t recognize it, so it must be Ling Xingmang’s.
“Found it, Changsheng, it’s this way,” the Little Fox pointed to a certain direction.
Ye Changsheng moved in that direction and tried to trace it for a distance, “It is indeed here. Xiao Han, your guidance is accurate.”
“Then… did I help?”
The Little Fox asked with her head bowed, secretly glancing at Ye Changsheng a few times, like she wanted to claim credit but was too embarrassed.
“You helped a lot. Xiao Han, you’re amazing,” Ye Changsheng gently petted the Little Fox’s soft ears.
“Don’t pat my head, it’s so embarrassing. I’m a royal of the Frozen Sky Fox, after all,” the Little Fox’s tail wagged, betraying her mood.
…
“Found them.”
In front, Ye Changsheng saw Ling Xingmang’s figure. He was wearing the sect master’s robes of the Purple Cloud Pavilion, stained with fresh blood, likely from Shen Pingchuan.
He and the Little Fox followed Ling Xingmang from behind. Just as they were about to get closer, Ling Xingmang sensed them. Without even looking, he retaliated with a sword strike.
Within the dazzling crimson sword Qi, a murky darkness mixed, transforming into a red and black sword light. Nearly a thousand sword Qi appeared, sealing off all escape routes for Ye Changsheng and the Little Fox.
“Ling Xingmang is that ruthless! To attack without even looking at us, this move can instantly kill a Nascent Soul stage cultivator!” the Little Fox exclaimed.
“If he weren’t ruthless, he wouldn’t be cultivating Ling Xingmang of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao,” Ye Changsheng countered, controlling the Twilight Snow Sword.
Similarly, a thousand rays of snow-white silver light illuminated the sky, colliding with the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao, shattering the plains below and causing the ground to collapse.
Ling Xingmang looked at them with a hint of surprise, “Who are you, and why are you pursuing me?”
“White Emperor Sword Sect, Sword Cultivator disciple, here to reclaim the Moon Invitation Sword!” Ye Changsheng replied.
“The strongest sect master of your sect was just completely defeated by me. How can there be a Sword Cultivator stronger than Shen Pingchuan? One who can even withstand my sword technique!”
“Why can’t there be?” Ye Changsheng said unhurriedly, “There’s always someone better. The great dragon hides in the depths, the dragon might be seen as ordinary.”
“Nonsense!”
Ling Xingmang did not continue to engage in verbal sparring with Ye Changsheng. After all, he had cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao, so rhetoric was not very effective against him.
However, Ye Changsheng had his own ways to infuriate him.
“No matter what futile words you speak, those who block my path shall be slain!”
Ling Xingmang’s figure became erratic, moving in mid-air, flickering unpredictably, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making him difficult to track, like a spectral shadow.
“Severing Emotion Slash!”
Ling Xingmang’s Sword Intent surged, filling the area with an emotionless chill. He thrust his magic sword forward, and the sword light advanced like a thousand rays of rainbow light, its power distorting space itself.
Seeing this, the Little Fox felt immense fear. She finally understood why Shen Pingchuan had been at a disadvantage. His sword had reached this level, almost cleaving through space!
Upon seeing this move, Ye Changsheng did not move, nor did he even raise his sword. Instead, he took out his Little Qiankun, calmly searching for a certain item.
“Hmm, I remember putting it here. Why can’t I find it?”
“Changsheng, be careful!!” the Little Fox warned, even considering using the Heavenly Cang Step to save Ye Changsheng.
But at the last moment, Ye Changsheng produced a magical artifact, formed a seal with one hand, and raised a white jade bottle with the other towards the thousand rays of rainbow light, shouting, “Absorb!”
The magical artifact drew in all the rainbow light. Under Ye Changsheng’s overbearing cultivation suppression, the sword Qi absorbed into the white jade bottle was dissolved.
“It’s you!!!” Ling Xingmang, who had maintained a detached expression, was almost unable to suppress his rage.
“It’s me, Sun Heaven Cult, Liu Zhanxian,” Ye Changsheng announced proudly.
“I never expected you scoundrel to be from the White Emperor Sword Sect!”
Ling Xingmang gnashed his teeth in hatred. His current predicament was entirely due to this person. Otherwise, his Purple Cloud Pavilion would still be a top sect in the Southern Region, securely established, and not in its current state.
“That’s right, it’s me, still me, always me! Your Purple Cloud Pavilion’s downfall, it was all my plan; your cooperation with the White Emperor Sword Sect, also part of my plan; Shen Pingchuan’s defeat by you, that was also my plan; and now you fighting me—”
Ye Changsheng spoke slowly and very clearly, letting the words sink in.
“Is still my plan.”