185: Chapter 183: Courageously Becoming Bait 185: Chapter 183: Courageously Becoming Bait The middle-aged scholar said, “Indeed, it’s been strange these past few days.
Our secret forces stationed across various locations are inexplicably coming under attack.”
Prince Henry asked, “What’s the damage?”
“So far, the Ghost Soldiers have suffered the most significant losses.
The impact on the others is minimal.”
Prince Henry snorted, “Has the Imperial Court changed its thods this ti?
But it doesn’t matter; those ghost beings were only set up as targets to draw the Imperial Court’s attention.”
Owen Bertram thought to himself, no wonder.
The ghost army appears to move and have great destructive power quickly, but they’re easily suppressed by specialized attributes.
The middle-aged scholar felt uneasy, “This ti…
it doesn’t quite seem like the Imperial Court’s way of doing things.”
Prince Henry sneered sinisterly, “Then who else could it be?
Soone has their eye on my wealth?”
He guessed it right away!
The middle-aged scholar said, “Your Highness need not worry.
I’ve already gathered a group of experts to investigate this matter secretly.
If there are any fools daring enough to target us, they’ll pay the ultimate price.
However…”
“If it’s truly the Imperial Court taking action, Your Highness must be prepared.”
Prince Henry nodded, “I’ve been prepared for a long ti, even getting impatient.”
The middle-aged scholar discussed a few more issues with him before leaving.
After stepping outside, however, he felt a lingering sense of unease.
He switched to another guard and ordered, “Activate the spirit broom.”
“Yes.”
Soon, a wave of spiritual energy, like a broom, swept through the entire estate without fail.
Owen’s puppet flying bug couldn’t escape and turned into a wisp of green smoke under the spiritual wave.
Owen secretly touched his chin: How cautious.
However, this ti the gain was enormous, as he now knew Prince Henry’s true hiding place.
He summoned Magpie back to collect a few more puppet flying bugs.
If they encountered similar situations in the future, they could release them directly.
…
Outside the city, the chanical Dao Soldiers stood guard.
Not long after the city gates opened, the Bat Taoist and his entourage appeared.
After entering the uninhabited wilderness, their carriage took off again, quickly returning to the Little rchant Gathering.
That day, Nathan Lane had a nerve-wracking ti following an officer from Broken-Star Sect’s outer residence.
Before setting off, he felt psychologically superior, as he was also now a cultivator.
Moreover, since he was now playing the role of a wealthy rchant, he had to put on so airs.
But when they arrived at the outer residence’s gate, he was already half-cowered: Why was there such a grand array in an outer residence, which wasn’t even occupied by official Broken-Star Sect disciples?
Also, what were those two huge Immortal sculptures with magical instrunts in their hands titled “Broken Star Soul” and eyes flashing with spiritual light at the entrance supposed to do?!
Fortunately, those two enormous “Broken Star Souls” didn’t bother him in the end.
After entering the outer residence, he pretended to admire the Broken-Star Sect’s dicinal materials and offered a good purchase price.
Then, plucking up his courage, he began to probe the Broken-Star Sect’s inner residence.
He was caught red-handed by a patrolling disciple, but his quick wit and the officer’s help allowed him to muddle through.
This trip made him fully realize his situation: cultivation was too dangerous!
Any random junior disciple could take his head.
He had to cling to the River God’s coattails.
Only then could he continue advancing, and one day, beco a big shot admired by countless cultivators!
That night, back at the Little rchant Gathering, he t up with “Jamal” and said with lingering fear, “That was close.
I almost blew it.”
“But I’ve noticed so things: the Broken-Star Sect must have been bought out by Prince Henry, and they’re actively training their students to form an army of cultivators.
I saw hundreds of their disciples practicing so kind of array together.”
“However, the atmosphere inside Broken-Star Sect is rich with Geng-tal energy, which is not very suitable for Variant Soldiers to survive.
If the Bat Taoist has built a large army of Variant Soldiers, it won’t be hidden inside Broken-Star Sect.”
Owen beca even more puzzled: Where else could they be?
These soldiers need Bat Taoist for regular “maintenance,” and they shouldn’t be too far away from him.
Both n fell deep in thought.
Owen noticed that Nathan Lane’s eyes flickered a few tis before he proposed, “What if…
we choose to raid them head-on, just like we did in the Ghost Cave?”
“With Jamal’s great strength, he could capture the Bat Taoist and find the location of the army of Variant Soldiers through torture.”
“Or, does Jamal have so thod to interrogate the soul?
Without questioning, we could directly obtain the information we want.”
Nathan Lane, the experienced detective, instinctively felt sothing and indirectly inquired if any soul interrogation techniques truly existed.
Owen didn’t answer but only said, “It’s not ti yet.” He stood up, “It’s getting late, let’s rest.”
Nathan, however, didn’t understand: If it’s not ti, when will it be?
For the next two days, the Bat Taoist remained “quiet.” Nathan was anxious, but Owen held him back, refusing to divulge more information.
Nathan felt powerless.
Furthermore, he had booked many dical supplies from the Broken-Star Sect, which they agreed to collect in five days!
Most of the dicinal materials were still growing in the lower residence’s dicinal fields.
They needed to be harvested and processed before they could be collected.
Nathan’s original plan was to deal with the Bat Taoist as quickly as possible and leave within five days.
Otherwise, would the Broken-Star Sect let him off?
This delay agitated Nathan greatly.
Finally, on the fourth day, soone arrived alone to visit the Taoist Temple.
From a distance, Owen grabbed Nathan, and they stealthily retreated, daring not to monitor the Taoist Temple any longer.
Even the “eye-in-the-sky” within the temple burrowed deep into the mud, not daring to eavesdrop.
Nathan couldn’t understand, “What’s the big deal?
It’s just an old man.
He’s probably a believer the Bat Taoist swindled.”
Owen said, “You cannot see anything because your cultivation level is too low.
He is in the Fifth Great Realm!”
Nathan shuddered and obediently crouched at Owen’s feet, not speaking anymore.
The Fifth Great Realm was a bit beyond his comprehension…
However, as Nathan glimpsed “Jamal” from below, he sohow felt there was a slight smile on his face.
Why?
Prince Henry being able to recruit experts from the Fifth Great Realm ca as no surprise to Owen.
To oppose the Imperial Court, even top cultivators in the Sixth Great Realm would be necessary for Prince Henry’s forces, not to ntion several.
Such a formidable figure personally visiting the Bat Taoist could only an one thing: he was delivering precious materials needed for crafting Dao Soldiers!
Owen patiently waited, and on the fifth day, the eyeball silently erged from the mud, checking the entire temple.
The expert from the Fifth Great Realm was nowhere to be seen.
The Bat Taoist’s three “little disciples” guarded various locations within the temple.
The Bat Taoist was concentrating on processing a large amount of treasure materials, preparing to refine the most elite chanical Dao Soldiers.
Owen went to call Nathan, “The ti has co.”
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