Chapter 906: Main Camp Of The Demons (2/2)

A middle-aged man chased after him and shouted: “Sir, Sir, please wait!”

Feiyun wanted to go find Princess Feiyuan but then heard the guy. He stopped and looked back: “You’re talking to me?”

“Yes, Sir.” The man bowed respectfully. He was a traitor from the Gu Clan, Gu Changkong.

Feiyun recently had a distaste for anyone with the last name Gu. He naturally didn’t like this guy either and shouted: “Who the hell are you? Why are you talking to me?!”

Gu Changkong seemed familiar with this demon’s fiery temperament. He still smiled and said: “Sir, you are Lord Bai Ji’s trusted follower, I’m sure you’re a high-ranking soldier in the army. I am lost in admiration and want to express my respect.”

Feiyun admitted that this human really knew how to be a sycophant, a true talent. He coughed and said: “True… but you better have a reason for wasting my time.”

“I heard that our great army is wanting to open a saint’s grave. Is it true?” Gu Changkong was still bowing.

Information gathering, I see.

“Because you seem like a smart fella, I will let you know a few things.” Feiyun’s expression became serious while feeling very amused.

Gu Changkong became ecstatic; his ears seemingly stretched out wider.

“We are heading to open the grave of White Spider Sacred Ancestor. There are saint artifacts left behind there along with the Myriad-tribulation Immortal Law, probably other legacies too. Do not tell anyone else this.” Feiyun acted mysteriously.

“Of course, my lips are sealed.” Changkong was startled to hear this.

“Cause there’s no time, we couldn’t invite top masters along with us since they’re busy with cultivation. It would be problematic if the humans were to find out, just one medial clan would be enough to annihilate us, that’s why you need to keep this a secret. Others might have a big mouth and we’ll be finished.” Feiyun warned again then laughed heartily and left.

Gu Changkong watched the departing demon’s back. His smile gradually disappeared.

He flew out to a remote peak next to the camp and began writing a letter. He then crushed space and tossed the letter in there.

“Brainless demons, do you think it’s that easy to seal my cultivation?” He had a fierce expression, no longer the cowardly sycophant like before.

“Saint artifacts, Myriad-tribulation Immortal Law, legacies? Haha! This is a great contribution, we’ll reach a new height after seizing this grave.” He murmured to himself and waited for the experts of his clan to come.

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The army camp spanned for thousands of miles in this mountain range. One could see demons patrolling everywhere.

He came across a familiar figure - an old woman holding a walking stick. She traveled across the rolling hills like a phantom, looking very suspicious.

She was the one who sold Feiyun information.

‘She’s here too.’ This old woman knew too many things and could come here undetected. She must be someone capable.

He followed after her until the two made it to an iron citadel. Demonic and deathly auras filled the place. Plenty of guards were available.

She circled several times around the citadel, seemingly looking for an entry.

‘Where is this place?’ Feiyun could sense a nauseating stench of blood from within.

Suddenly, the woman disappeared. He looked around everywhere until he felt someone tapping on his shoulder.

A dry cough came from behind. “Brat, you’ve been tailing me for so long, you must be wanting to pay your debt, right?”

She then reached into her pocket and took out the debt notes.