"Second Brother, is this really necessary?"
Qing Jiao Zhenren ignored Han Mo, who stood below. He turned to look at Qing Long Zhenren, who was beside him.
At this moment, Qing Long Zhenren maintained his "wise" demeanor, holding a beautiful female cultivator in one arm and fanning himself with a feather fan in the other.
"Brother, one must guard against others. We absolutely must send spies!"
Qing Bao Zhenren, standing nearby, couldn't stand it any longer. He glared, pushed away the stunning female cultivator beside him, and slammed his hand on the table.
"Outrageous! Second Brother, you are too outrageous! Have you considered the consequences of doing this? Sheng Feng Sect is so powerful. What if they discover we've sent spies and turn against us?"
Faced with Qing Bao Zhenren's anger, Qing Long Zhenren remained remarkably calm. He chuckled and replied,
"Simple. Just don't let Sheng Feng Sect find out!"
"Nonsense!"
Qing Bao Zhenren was furious.
"Sheng Feng Sect has six thousand Golden Core cultivators. If they decide to retaliate, we won't be able to handle it!"
Qing Long Zhenren snorted.
"Hmph! Precisely because Sheng Feng Sect is so strong, we must guard against them. If Sheng Feng Sect intends to harm us, at least we can prepare in advance!"
"You..."
Qing Bao Zhenren was about to say more when Qing Jiao Zhenren, who was leading them, interrupted.
"Alright, Seventh Brother. Second Brother makes sense. One must guard against others. Although we cooperate with Sheng Feng Sect, we still need to be wary of them!"
Qing Jiao Zhenren held immense authority. Once he spoke, even though Qing Bao Zhenren was displeased, he could only resentfully return to his seat, lowering his head in a huff.
After Qing Jiao Zhenren's words resolved the internal conflict, his long, narrow eyes opened, radiating sharp light. His gaze shifted to Qing Long Zhenren.
"Second Brother, I don't object to sending spies to infiltrate Sheng Feng Sect! However, shouldn't we consider a different candidate? This young fellow named Han Mo is too poor. His aptitude, his cultivation, he's simply not good enough..."
Han Mo
(─__─)
Speechless!
Sect Master, is that polite?
To say I'm "not good enough" right in front of me is a bit much!
...
Qing Long Zhenren chuckled, confident and composed.
"Brother, that's precisely the effect we want! If his aptitude were too good, it would attract attention. This kid's aptitude is poor, and his cultivation is weak. He'll blend into the crowd and be impossible to find. He's the most suitable person to infiltrate Sheng Feng Sect!"
Qing Jiao Zhenren thought carefully. It did seem to make sense.
Qing Jiao Zhenren nodded.
"Alright, we'll do as you say!"
With that, Qing Jiao Zhenren turned to Han Mo, a gentle and benevolent smile appearing on his face.
"Han Mo, is it? I've heard of you. You're a promising young man, and I appreciate you..."
Han Mo
(─__─)
Speechless!
Sect Master, I've been standing here the whole time, I haven't disappeared, and I'm not deaf... Just a minute ago, you said I was "very poor" and "simply not good enough." Now you say you appreciate me. Can I trust your "nonsense"?
Han Mo remained silent.
He really didn't want to flatter Qing Jiao Zhenren's nonsense!
Qing Jiao Zhenren waited for a while. He noticed Han Mo showed no intention of flattering him. Qing Jiao Zhenren felt secretly displeased.
This kid is really unobservant. I've "praised" him like this, and he doesn't even come forward to "lick my boots." No wonder he'll never amount to anything!
Qing Jiao Zhenren grumbled inwardly, but his face showed no hint of it, maintaining his gentle smile.
"Han Mo, I have an incredibly difficult and glorious mission for you... You are to go and be a spy at Sheng Feng Sect! Heh heh, as long as you relay valuable information, there will be great rewards!"
Han Mo sneered inwardly.
He had heard this kind of "drawing a pie" talk countless times. The so-called great rewards would at most be a few "Qi Gathering Pills."
Heh, risking his life to be a spy for just a few "Qi Gathering Pills"? Ridiculous!
Han Mo didn't want to go, but he had no right to refuse. Soon, he was sent to the gates of "Sheng Feng Sect."
Recently, "Sheng Feng Sect" had been aggressively "recruiting."
Sect Master Zhuang Bi was ambitious, determined to expand the "six thousand elders" to "ten thousand elders," and there was a significant shortage of personnel.
"Sheng Feng Sect" was making a strong effort to recruit, but the results were mediocre.
Currently, the most popular force in this region was the Yun Family Immortal Mansion. Everyone wanted to join the Yun family, and few chose "Sheng Feng Sect."
Therefore, when Han Mo, at the "second level of Qi Condensation," appeared at the gates of "Sheng Feng Sect" and expressed his willingness to join, it immediately attracted great attention from everyone in "Sheng Feng Sect." Even Sect Master Zhuang Bi personally came out to meet Han Mo.
This level of reception startled Han Mo.
Could it be that my identity as a "spy" has been discovered?
Han Mo wondered if he should run.
However, he soon realized that things were not as he imagined.
The cultivators of "Sheng Feng Sect" showed no hostility towards Han Mo. On the contrary, they immediately bestowed upon him the position of "Elder."
This...
The treatment was too high!
Han Mo was filled with trepidation. To appoint a mere "second-level Qi Condensation" cultivator as an elder seemed unreasonable.
Han Mo felt very uneasy. In this state of unease, his "undercover career" began.
On the first day, a cultivator who looked like an old farmer approached Han Mo and gave him a medicinal hoe.
"Han Mo, right? Come with me to the medicinal fields to plant herbs!"
Han Mo.
(⊙_⊙)
Utterly bewildered!
Although he had never been an elder, he had "seen pigs run" even if he hadn't "eaten pork." Han Mo knew that elders were powerful figures who enjoyed comfort. Why would he have to go to the medicinal fields to plant herbs?
There must be some misunderstanding here!
Han Mo thought to himself, it must be a misunderstanding!
So, he emphasized his status as an elder.
"Ahem, well, actually, I am an elder of Sheng Feng Sect..."
The old farmer-like cultivator heard this and sneered.
"An elder of Sheng Feng Sect? Humph, who isn't? Open your eyes and see clearly, what is this?"
Saying that, the old farmer-like cultivator tossed a golden token towards him.
Han Mo took the token and saw four large characters written in flowing calligraphy.
Grand Elder!
Holy crap!
This unassuming fellow, who looked like an old farmer, was actually a "Grand Elder" of "Sheng Feng Sect"?
Han Mo was shocked. His hand trembled, and the golden token, symbolizing status and position, fell directly to the ground.
The old farmer-like cultivator didn't mind. He casually picked up the golden token and, without even looking at it, threw it into the basket on his back.
The golden token, symbolizing status and position, seemed like a piece of scrap iron, worthless in the eyes of the old farmer-like cultivator!
What in the world was going on?
This scene greatly shocked Han Mo!